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A smile curled on her lips after the small praise, and she kept going, planting kisses along the other’s skin until her fingers reached the gold fabric, which was already hiking up. “May I?” Julia questioned, just to be sure, before she would push the fabric upwards, out of her way to expose the other’s underwear. She didn’t wish to RUSH with taking them off just yet, her fingers caressing over the fine fabric, one of her hands dipping between Jessamine’s legs to brush against her slit, even if she couldn’t touch the bare, hot skin just yet. 

She shivered underneath the kisses, they made her feel even warmer, and damn she was getting aroused by the mistress. “Just make yourself comfortable, miss,” she whispered and nipped the brunette’s earlobe teasingly before she lowered herself down. She wished to be good to her, the slender fingers traveling along the exposed skin, and she planted first few kisses along her knee and lower thigh, her bright eyes watching the other woman’s reaction. Eager to see how she liked it.

“Mommy?” There was surprise in Emerson’s voice as the other requested the title, and an ever wider smirk crossed her face. “Hmmm,” She hummed, moving closer to the other as well so they were almost chest to chest. “Are you the fun type of mommy that gives me everything I want? Or the type of mommy that’s going to punish me for being bad?” Emerson questioned with a quipped brow. She heard the challenge laced in that sweet yet oh so blunt tone. “That’s where you’ve made your mistake in assuming that there are other girls like me. I’m one of a kind and I look stunning spread over a breakfast table. Want me to show you right now?” She challenged in return. “Or is that too much for you to handle?”

If Jessamine hadn’t seen the little interested tinge in the other girl’s eyes at the title, she would have regretted being so blunt, but she was pleased by what she saw.  Compliant enough to not keep her waiting, but not compliant enough to be boring and lacking in personality.  “Who says the two aren’t the same Mommy, baby?” Jessa smirked.  “I’ll give you just about everything you want just as fast as I’ll turn you over my knee and spank your little ass until you think of me every time you sit.” She warned.  “I bet you do.”  Her eyebrow quirked at the challenge, a little chuckle on her lips as she moved her hands to adjust the girl’s top.  “Sugar, it would be wise not to challenge me.  You might find yourself over my knee right here, right now.” 

It didn’t matter how much attention and care she got from other, gorgeous people, she still couldn’t help but always be surprised by how wonderful it truly was. To be kissed and TOUCHED like that, to be treated like a good little princess. She shifted between those spread thighs, her fingers tracing along the mistress’ skin, smiling at the brunette. “I can ACT like that,” she whispered, leaning closer, so her glossed lips almost brushed the other’s ears. The asset’s hands slid over the inner thighs, towards Jessa’s crotch. “But truthfully? I’m not, really.”

The smaller girl bit her lip, spreading her thighs even wider.  “So...if you’re not bashful..” She started slowly, leaning forward to give little kisses to the crook of the girl’s neck.  “Then you wouldn’t have any qualms about finding your knees here, or moving this to the bathroom, now would you?” Jessa was ready to play, and she couldn’t give less of a shit if anyone saw here.  Everyone was there for the same reasons anyhow.  

She laughed a little as well, the gaze in her eyes softening at the thought. And she nodded, leading the other towards the bar. “It can be very dangerous, indeed, but I like to live on the EDGE,” the mistress joked, flashing a playful smile at the other female. “Don’t worry, to be honest I’m more than happy to see new mistresses coming in. There seem to always be more masters than mistresses, which is quite a SHAME. I’d like to have more friends, in equal kind of way, if you understand what I mean.“

“You must be a princess or ethereal or some shit because us mere mortals are not that graceful or brave.”  Jessamine joked, giving the woman a small hip bump before immediately regretting the oh so casual action.  “I totally get that, especially for those of us who are women interested in women because I think there’s an entirely different approach to them than the male assets--and that’s something mistresses can bond over.  Plus it would be hard to be completely genuine friends with an asset, knowing that they know that you can ask anything of them at any time.”

Emerson was surprised the other knew her name. Not terribly surprised because there wasn’t anyone else like her on the island. But the look in this woman’s eyes and the fact that she’d never seen her before all went along well with the fact that she had been told she was paired with a mistress. How fitting for Valentine’s Day. She was a bit surprised by the strong southern accent that added another element to her words it seemed. “You must be my new mistress.” Em hummed, standing up with a good amount of curiosity playing in her eyes. The other was obviously strong and perhaps a bit demanding. Something that always turned Em even if she tended to rebel. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll make you like me more than enough to let me stay. The question is if you’ll be able to handle me.” Oh how she loved a challenge.

Jessa stood tall despite her itty bitty stature, starring hard at the girl who had been assigned to her as she spoke, questioning her strength.  “Mm...something like that.  But bless, mistress is so formal.  I prefer mommy.” The beauty queen smirked, moving a little closer to the asset.  There was a clear challenge in Jessamine’s voice despite how sweetly she spoke.  “Now, I hope you make good on that because it sure would be disappointing not to have someone to fuck over the breakfast table in the mornings.” She spoke bluntly with a shrug of her shoulders.  “Handle you?” She quirked an eyebrow with a laugh.  “Sugar, I made a career our of handling girls like you.” She waved her off.  

She hummed in agreement, her cheeks blushing lightly with sheer pink as the other spoke, and she had really no reason to believe the truth would be something else. The mistress seemed like someone who would INDEED take good care of her girls, and to be honest, Julia was more than eager to please her in any way she’d like. After all, she wanted to see HOW good the woman could take care of her. Her cheeks were a little hot as they pulled apart, her lips tingling after such sweet kiss. “Likewise,” she whispered, her fingers gently tugging a strand of hair behind the other’s ear. “Would you like to take a seat?” Julia suggested, her other hand running lower, towards her thigh. FUCK, she already wanted to do so many things to her. 

She could see herself getting attached to the taller woman who seemed to be easily taken off guard despite how eager she was to please.  Jessamine could be a raging demanding bitch at times, but she always made sure her girls had everything they wanted.  She made sure their needs were met and that they were well taken care of.  Jessa took her seat, spreading her thighs just slightly for the other woman, cocking her head to the side.  “Julia, are you a bashful girl? She asked softly, mischievousness in her eyes.

“That’s way too true, I’m working on it,” Lupita assured with a small wink at the other brunette. She nodded and shook the other’s hand before leaned back again, crossing her legs. “Oh, I’m sure there are few, yes. But I think it’s always a little different experience coming to this island as an ASSET than coming as a guest. I could guess it’s different even between mistresses and masters too. It’s nice to have someone who goes through the same thing, starting to adjust to the scenery and all that, you know?” 

“The drink’ll help.” She winked right back with a laugh, just in time for the bartender to bring them their drinks, setting the waters down on the table in front of them.  “Oh absolutely.  Although, I do think there are some pros to being an asset.  I’m already feeling like I have to prove my strength here.” She laughed a little more.  “I get it.  You keep me in the loop with everything you learn, and I’ll do the same for you.  Starting with: learn the guards names and drink tons of water.” Jessa grinned.

“Oh, I do believe that,” the woman chuckled. She could clearly imagine the troubles a name like that would bring to someone, but the female looked beautiful and it seemed like she had managed to get through it all gracefully. “I drink both, but I have to admit I am DEFINITELY a red wine girl,” Chanel hummed and gestured the other mistress to join her on the way towards the nearest bar. “Plus, the bartenders have learnt to know my taste at this point, so I can be sure to have something delicious anytime I want without worrying about it too much. Can’t really complain about that.”

“Imagine a kid who couldn’t say ‘j’s or ‘s’s.”  The brunette laughed a little harder, her speech impediment little more than an embarrassing memory now.  Despite their clear difference in disposition (and class), Jessa was comfortable enough to spread self deprecating humor with Chanel.  “There seems to be so much more body to red, huh? But I have to say, I’m nowhere near graceful enough to touch a red when I’m in white or cream.” She chuckled as she followed the woman to the bar.  “Gosh, it sounds like you’ve got this place in the palm of your hand--I’ll try not to latch on.”

Emerson was lounging on a couch - the couch she’d claimed since she spent basically all day everyday in the Hub - with a magazine in her lap when she looked up. She was annoyed it was Valentine’s Day. It was an annoying sight to see hearts and decorations and people being annoying around. She almost didn’t even notice the woman walk in, though when spoke the blonde allowed herself a second to check the woman out, making sure she was well above par before speaking. “And what do I get if I say yes?”

Something about the way the woman’s eyes scoured her--as if to check if she was worth her time, rubbed Jessa wrong.  Here, she was a mistress and thus worth every asset’s time.  When she brought her eyes to the blonde’s face she was immediately struck with the name and picture she had been given when she had arrived.  “You must be Emerson.” A sweet smile danced across her lips, but her eyes held a bit of a darker tone.  “Well, Sugar, I’d say you’d get the chance to make me like you enough to let you stay.” Her thick country accent gave the offer that really sounded like a warning.  She could have whatever the hell she wanted if she made Jessa like her enough to want her around.

“Been there done that,” she laughed kindly and smiled at the other female. “My name’s Chanel. Such a pleasure to meet you, Jessamine, so unique name. I like that,” she said. The mistress wanted nothing more than to put the incident behind, at least until she would bring it up to the guards, so they could take care of it. She was patient, but she she didn’t tolerate rudeness, especially not in a place like this one. “I think I could have a glass of wine. Would you like to join me?“ 

“Lovely to meet you too, Chanel.”  She felt like she was back in her pageant days, all the pleasantries falling from her lips.  But no, she refused to contain herself here--she had paid for the opportunity to be nothing less than her whole self.  Curse words, colloquialisms and all.  “Thank you!  It was a tough one in kindergarten.”  Jessa laughed.  “That actually sounds fabulous, are you a red or a white girl?” She asked out of curiosity.  

“Yeah…” she admitted silently. “Yes, I thought this would be a pretty perfect place for it all,” she said and nodded, an almost hesitant laugh leaving her lips. She could definitely go for that idea, so she smiled at the bartender who came to ask what the ladies would like. “I believe we both would like a glass of Tequila Sunrise, thanks. And maybe some water too?” Lupita said, glancing towards her company. “My name’s Lupita,” she said and offered her hand for the other mistress. “It’s so nice to meet another newbie.”

“Well, I’m gonna go ahead and say that you’re gonna have to fucking relax for any of it to work.”  Jessamine laughed to let her know that she wasn’t trying to be mean, to bring a lighter tone to her comment.  “Yes! Water too.  I was told to keep an eye on my water intake here.” The brunette spoke with a giggle.  “Lovely to meet ya, Lupita.  I’m Jessamine, but you can call me Jessa...or anything really.  I’m not picky.” Jessa took the other woman’s hand and gave it a firm shake, letting it linger just slightly before putting it in her lap.  “Are there not a lot of us newbies around here?” 

She swayed her hips teasingly as she walked, until they reached the bar area and the bartender asked to take their orders. “Blue Hawaiian, thanks,” she flashed a smile at the guy, but turned back to the mistress as soon as she had given him her wish. “To be honest, I’ve never called anyone Mommy before. I’ve had few Daddies, but that title must be earned, you surely understand, right?” Julia let out a small giggle, leaning closer to her. “Perhaps you’ll be my first…” she whispered and pressed herself against the other female. Her hand traced along the brunette’s body, caressing her hip. “My name’s Julia, by the way… But you may call me whatever you’d like.”

“I said it was your choice, did I not?” One of the few choices she would give her--this sentiment was distinctly displayed in a twinkle in her eye.  When the blonde pressed herself against her she brought her other arm around let that hand share grasp of the girl’s butt, pulling her as close as she could. “We’ll just have to see, now won’t we?  I like to think I take pretty damn good care of my girls.” She spoke flirtatiously, reaching up on her tippy toes to kiss the girl, her teeth dragging against her bottom lip when she pulled away.  “Pleasure to meet you, Julia.”

“I completely understand the feeling. It does sound pretty much too good to be true, but the island can really surprise you, if you give it a chance,” Chanel murmured happily. She hadn’t expected enjoying the place as much as she did, and claiming Charlie had only made it all even BETTER. “I thought you must be new here! Well, maybe one of the main advice I could give is to learn the guards’ names. While it’s not mandatory, it’s much nicer to ask things from them when you can use their names correctly. Also, remember to drink water. We have open bars, so taking care of hydration is definitely important, as lame as it sounds.”

“I sure do hope so, I was hoping for a little bit of freedom from my real life.”  She laughed a little, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “Now, that’s advice!”Jessa explained thankfully, clasping her hands together.  “All the basic shit that people forget about when presented with this sort of thing.” The brunette laughed.  “The opportunity of a lifetime can make ya forget all about basic human functions, huh?” Jessamine gave another little laugh, her head falling back a little.  “I’m Jessamine, by the way.  Who might you be?”

She gave her a smile, unsure of what to even respond to that. She agreed the island seemed like a perfect place, if only she didn’t feel so SORRY for herself. “Oh no, I’m totally fine. This is just a little difficult day for me. I haven’t spent Valentine’s day on my own for so long, I don’t know anymore what to do with myself,” Lupita admitted and sighed. “To be honest, I just few days ago arrived as well, so I’m not big help. BUT I’ve heard Tequila Sunrise is delicious here, and so far the bartenders have done AMAZING job with drinks. You can definitely rely on their expertise.” She smoothed her dress down lightly, looking at her new companion. “Maybe we should have a drink?” she questioned, lifting her hand to gesture the bartender from the bar on the side of the room to come closer.

“Ah, a break up?” Jessa didn’t mince words, but she meant no harm--the girl was simply blessed with a lack of filter.  “I’m sorry, that sucks. But well, you know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody new.  Or just get sloshed.  Good thing you’re in the best place for either.”  The brunette beauty winked at her, a good natured smile on her lips.  “Yeah! Why don’t we both try out that Tequila Sunrise tip.  If nothing else, it has a pretty name...and tequila is always good.” She laughed.