Watch Out, I'm Cheating

“You weren’t?” their voice was quieter, not wanting to call attention to the conversation. “So, then what?” Mal didn’t understand how anyone could get here without being kidnapped. But everything was still shocking, so one more thing really wasn’t that huge of revelation. “London..shit…” they mumbled mostly to themselves.

“Mal,” they answered with half a smile.

“No I weren’t.” He repeated the same words carefully while thinking on how to answer the logically coming next question without telling too much about himself. “I kinda fucked with the wrong family. So it’s a kinda punishment?” This was probably enough but even if not so he wasn’t going to tell her the juicy details. With a sigh he leaned back against the bars.

“And where are you from Mal?”

Haley stood in front of him, clad in black latex, the crop in her hand tapping the side of her heels. She had to admit that the master had good taste in women’s clothing. The curve-hugging suit was so fitted that it felt like a second skin, making her feel both naked and powerful. She ignored his question, bending down to grip his hair with a little smile. “Don’t take this personally,” she said. “He wants a show.” She tossed her head in the direction of the man sitting in a chair at the front of the room, drink in hand and expression impassive. “You’re new, but the guards already have you marked as a problem.”

Okay so she was another slave preparing a show to a master with him? He narrowed a bit his eyes not really liking the idea though he had to admit it could have been worser. “Then let’s give him one.” He said with a forceful and rough move pulling her down to him. For the sake of every latex clothes he wouldn’t let a woman dominant over him so easily. 

Sage grinned at the simple reply, reaching out to idly brush at a lock of his hair even as he moved his hand over her body. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she teased playfully, leaning closer as he moved in to whisper in her ear. Of course, she hadn’t been expecting for him to ask about shaving of all things, but she was more than willing to oblige. “Washroom,” she said before sitting up and rolling out of bed. Stretching her arms languidly over her head, she smirked down at him for a moment before she beckoned to him with a finger. “I’ll help.” Waiting for him to get out of bed, she led the way to the washroom where she pulled out a new razor and shaving cream from one of the cabinets. The rooms were already stocked with all of this before they moved in, which was handy. Hopping up onto the counter, she grabbed Chuck’s arm and tugged him closer to stand between her knees before she shook the shaving cream can and dispensed some onto her palm. “Don’t worry,” she teased, “I won’t hurt you. Much.”

He was glad enough for her flexibilty to after it willingly go whatever she had in mind. He was used to be clean and neat but the basement didn’t offer many choice to shave for reasons he didn’t wanna know. 

He simply smirked at her small gesture before also following her in standing up and letting the woman to lead her into the bathroom what was just as luxurious as the other parts of the apartment. Not like Chuck give any second thought to it as compared to many to him it wasn’t the first meeting with these lifestyles. 

“Just spare my face.” He laughed trying to pick a pose where she could reach his face with the most ease but then because of the difference in their heights he ended up rather uncomfortable almost on his knees in front of her.

“I don’t know. My mouth tastes like metal.” Mal suspected something more instant. They didn’t remember passing out or plane or car ride to anywhere. They were just here. Wherever here was, and that was some creepy shit, if you asked them. “Where you from?” they asked.

Mal was doing her best to get a sense for what was going on without being given any information they wanted to hear from an authority figure – not that she had trust for anyone. So, the question wasn’t only conversational. Mal wanted to know how wide this operation went.

“Well you probably got something contraceptive too and I have no idea how strong they kicked you out. I wasn’t kidnapped.” He shrugged before turning back, not like he wanted to ignore the other but although he showed her he didn’t care he wanted to keep an eye on the guards.

“London” He simply said not really planning on revealing more details so if she wanted to play detective she had to get satisfied with it. By the way it was time to at least introduce himself right? If they were gonna rott in the same place... “I’m Charles. You?”

Sage awoke slowly, drawing in a deep breath before releasing it on a content sigh. She didn’t know what time it was, but she assumed it was sometime around dawn, if the purply pink light coming in from the large bay windows was any indication. Blinking her eyes open, she focussed on the ceiling for a moment before she stretched languidly, body arching against the soft sheets. A slight shifting coming from beside her drew her attention, and grinned absently as she rolled over onto her side to look at her companion. “You know,” she said slowly, a teasing tone accompanying the morning-huskiness of her voice as she met their eyes. “Some would say that watching someone while they sleep is creepy.” 

“Hey you.” she nodded toward the other. “Wanna go have some fun?”