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He didn’t like loud clubs, not even when he was a lad. It was a pain in the ass to order by mouthing things to the barman so he just tipped his head back when he looked at his end of the sticky bar. He felt like a creep. The kid wore a harness with steel rings over the nipples and not a lot else.

The few people not dancing were mostly slapping the shit out of each other in one way or another. They had their own circles camped out. The faint slap of a leather paddle against bare thighs from a wooden x frame cut through the music. He glanced that way a few times but gave up trying to look like he wasn’t watching. Plenty of people were watching. That was probably the point.

On the plinth the lads came down flushed and sweating with money sticking out of their knickers and the tops of their knee high boots. As the next song blended into the end of the last the people on the floor jostled one another until a very drunk woman climbed up, gyrated for ten seconds, accepted a fiver from her mate and jumped back down in giggles.

Cleared out a bit now that the professionals were on break, he could see a beautiful man, there wasn’t another word for it, he was a stunner, pull himself up with grace. He danced easily with a vanishingly thin silver lead attached to another chain around his throat. At the other end of the lead his partner or master whatever they called themselves collected his tips. The only place to put them would’ve been the short pants unbuttoned and about to fall off his hips but it looked like nothing but magic was holding those up.

A Qunari approached them with a cocktail balanced in one hand. She leaned down so she could speak into the master’s ear then gently tucked a bill into their hand before she took the lead. Pretty Boy slithered down to the dance floor and followed along two steps behind. Colored lights behind the chair she chose showed only her silhouette. Her horns curved forwars and then up at a sharp angle. Tassels on each horn bobbed with her nod of approval for the lap dance she’d bought.

Squeals of shock startled him into looking at the wooden frame again. An older woman was strapped down for a dwarf with a cane that whistled through the air. He missed the rest of the Pretty Boy’s ass about to fall out of his shorts becuase the dance was over. The Qunari made a beeline for the bar, done with her show. She wove through the dancers with a smile and stopped to spin lazily in the arms of a tall thin man dressed like the last survivor of a shipwreck - black tattered everything. Thom realized too late she was going to belly up to the bar right beside him. It was the only open space. He sat up straighter.

The barkeep slid a fresh cocktail into her hand without being asked. Her nails were long and polished. Delicate gold rings wrapped around her thumbs and middle fingers highlighted her grey skin. He stopped staring at her and watched the dwarf work instead.

“You’re next?” She glanced at him, her drink cupped in both hands.

“What?” It was hard to hear and his brain needed a moment to remember how to talk to a pretty woman.

“I said,” she moved closer until she stood between his spread knees. The toe of her shoe bumped the leg of his barstool. “Are you next. With Carla?”

He shook his head. She smelled good enough to eat - expensive perfume and a little bit of cigarette smoke in the silk wrap she wore over a very short white dress.

“Carla’s great with a paddle, too, if you like thump.”

“If I like what?” He took a swig of beer to give himself something to do.

“You’re new,” she smiled. “Newbies don’t usually come alone.”

“Saw a poster,” he lied. “Thought I’d see if it’s for me.”

She tilted her head. The jeweled caps on her horns caught the light again. “Is it?”

He drained his beer, put the empty on the bar and shrugged.

“We get a lot of military types,” she placed her glass carefully on a napkin and wrapped her chilly damp fingers around his wrist. She pushed his cuff up to show all of the old army tattoo there. “Army guys tend to like the harder stuff.”

“What do you like?” he blurted out, frozen in place. He wasn’t used to being chatted up so aggressively and wondered if she might be a hooker. Out of his price range, he reckoned.

“Contrast. Adoration. Worship.”

“Who’re you looking to worship?”

“You’ve got it backwards,” she laughed and let go of him. “I’m Lu. Let me buy you a drink.”

Thom glanced around for Sera, for anybody who wasn’t trying to get or give someone else an erection or a bruise. This girl was too pretty, too clever for his old hide. “Thom. I was just…just going, you know. It’s not my kind of place.”

She nodded and reached over the bar, the kid in the harness handed her a bag and a fur coat. “I’ll walk you out.” She said it like he’d already agreed, so he did. Lu shook her head when he fished his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. “I’ve got it.”

Outside she put her arms in her pale pink coat. The silk thing she had on before was stuffed into her handbag. In the bright light of the marquis he saw she had a tattoo of Kios on the back of one calf. Against the backdrop of smokers all in black rubber or red corsets Lu looked like a birthday cupcake. Pink fluff on top and white velvet stretched tight over strong thighs.  

“Thanks for the beer,” he said.

“Sure,” she winked and nodded at the wall behind him. “I’m compensated in booze a lot these days.”

He looked at where she indicated and noticed the beautiful woman on the advertising for tonight’s event was her, done up like royalty. Flowers in her hair, ten pounds of gold jewelry and a dress cynched in over a skirt of feathers. She held a crop against one long grey thigh in fishnet.

“Friends of friends is how we get things done around here. If a promoter actually paid someone I’d die of the shock.” She lit a cigarette and tucked the lighter in a pocket. “So,” she exhaled into the breeze above their heads, “which side of town are you?”

“River East.”

“Me too. I’ll walk you.”

Her heels clicked on the sidewalk. Grit blew on the air from the roof of an abandoned factory, tickticktick against the shop windows at his side of the street. Her hand tucked into his elbow squeezed. He glanced at her on his left then again at their reflection in a window. Her lips were painted bright pink.

The oversize bag she carried swayed at an off cadence so that something hard and heavy slapped his kneecap.

“What’ve you got in there, bricks?”

She laughed under her breath, “Only my flashlight.”

“Ah, the old MagLite shampoo,” he said with a nod. Crude but real effective.

“This is me,” Thom took his hands out of his pockets and turned to face her on the front path. He’d forgotten to leave a light on and Sera wasn’t home yet so the house was dark. It looked even worse lit up, though.

“It’s got character,” Lu said politely.

Before he could apologize - for his shabby house, for taking her away from her party, for his old fashioned blue jeans, Lu tugged him into a kiss. She held onto one side of his collar and pulled him against her by his belt loop. His fingers sank into the cold fur of her coat until he could hold her hips tight. She was fleshy under there, balanced like a dancer on her sharp high heels. They necked like a couple of teenagers, stumbled up the front steps to the old porch swing. Lu straddled his thighs and bit his bottom lip. She smiled down at his grunt of pain.

“Too hard?” Lu wiggled closer. Somewhere under all that fur coat were knickers, she was almost close enough for him to grind his cock up against her.

“Fine,” he said around a panting breath. Thom squeezed her ass, just to see if that was all right. Lu dove back in for another kiss. She wormed a hand under the hems of both his shirts. He sucked in his belly out of embarrassed habit before she grabbed a handful of the hair under his navel and twisted.

“Fuck!” He grunted into her open mouth, suddenly as hard as he’d ever been.

Lu let go and rubbed a slow circle over the stinging spot. “That’s what I thought,” she smirked.

A bright blue cab pulled up to the curb, barely missed the recycling bin that stuck out off the sidewalk.

“Gotta go,” Lu kissed him slow and wet.

“That’s your cab?”

“Sweetheart, I’m on the other side of town.” She stepped back and pulled her dress back down over her ass.

“Oh.” He thought maybe he should stand up, walk her to the car or hold the door for her or…something. “Should I call you?”

“Mmhmm,” she lit a cigarette clenched in a wicked smile. The snap of her lighter turned him on almost as much as her hard nipples through her white dress. Lu plucked a business card from her pocket and left it on the porch railing with a tap of fingernail against the dusty paint. “I expect you to,” she said over her shoulder from the darkened curb.

The interior light of the cab lit her up when she slipped inside. She tossed her hair over her shoulder so that he barely heard the tasseled horn caps jingle before the door shut. She didn’t look back as he rubbed his face in disbelief.

Lu’s thumb shifted over the phone’s screen until a tinny voice blurted out into the otherwise quiet livingroom. “You working on something?”

“Mmhmm,” Lu tossed the phone onto the sofa and picked up her scissors. “I need both hands for this.”

There was definitely a moment of nerves. Not that he thought she’d do anything fucked up…not exactly. But they were damned sharp, the sun gleamed off the blades and the points were pointy. The scissors were cold on his leg as she cut a line up his jeans.

“So what have you been doing today? Any thing good?”

“Went shopping, but I didn’t see anything I had to have.” Lu leaned over his spread legs to upend a canvas bag. Out came a pair of jeans identical to the ones she had just cut off of him but without the wear and tear. A button down, too. At least he wouldn’t go home starkers when she was done with him. She split his tee shirt up the middle.

“Is it gonna be hot tonight?” The voice was muffled under the pile of ruined pants Lu threw over the phone. “I got some of those leggings, the pleather looking ones but I don’t want to sweat my ass off. What are you wearing?”

Lu stood gracefully now that she had finished cutting his clothes off, her painted toes curling into the carpet, the long lines of muscle in her calves making his mouth water. She tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear again. “I’m back, I’ll send you a picture. Hang on a second.”

To think he used to be the kind of bloke who hated a fuck to know where he worked. Lu already knew more about him than…anybody, really. A couple quiet questions at the right time and he’d spill his guts to her without fail.

His nose itched. He scratched it but the moment she saw his arm move she snapped her fingers loud as a gunshot in the quiet. Her pointed finger turned him red. He obeyed. He put his hands back behind his head. She left him there on the floor, his cock half hard at the sight of her ass up her shorts when she went into her bedroom.

Thom watched the reflections of trees and traffic below on her windows. Any minute now she would come back, come back and fuck him. He only had to be patient. The scissors were on the table. She knew he liked the threat of something sharper than her nails.

She came back in a soft dress that swirled around her thighs. He had a few seconds to appreciate the smooth grey skin coming his way before she straddled his shoulders and sat, her warm cunt over his cheek until she shifted so he could lick her.

Maker, she hadn’t said a word to him, hadn’t even looked down yet here he was with her soft soft lips mashed against his own. Thom ate her cunt like a man starving, trying his best to make her moan, or sigh, or even stop talking about that damned show.

But Lu was better at this game than him. Her skirt moved away from his eyes enough that he could see her and yes, she was flushed. Her mouth opened in a silent moan that was fucking hot, but she carried on her conversation just the same. He sucked at her, flicking her with the tip of his tongue until she shuddered so hard the tassels on her horn caps jingled.

“Mmhmm, the blue dress with the laces up the front, hang on I’ll send you a pic. Talk later, bye.” She stood up. 

He growled in frustration.

Lu pointed down at him, the long pink nail at the end of her elegant finger trembling the slightest bit. She mouthed the word ‘Warning’ when he glared up at her.

He could give the kind of look that made strangers cross the street to get away from him but Lu didn’t flinch. She matched him glare for glare.

Lu fetched a lipstick and a mirror from her purse in the hallway, he watched her, felt the vibrations of her heels through the floor. Lu sat on his hips. A puff of air from under her skirt as she settled smelled like her, like her sweat and his own spit all over her cunt. Wet and slick against him, she wiggled until his cock was tucked in tight between her slippery lips. Again, she ignored him as she painted her mouth. She rocked against him, just teasing and gods did it make him want to shout, to grab her hips and demand she get on with it.

He shivered under her, his legs going tense. Lu smiled at her own reflection and arranged her braid just right over one shoulder. She rose up on her knees and stood his cock up with the hand not holding her lipstick, then sank down onto him so slow he ground his teeth.

While he stopped himself making a sound and getting in trouble she snapped a picture on her silly flat phone. Another, and another until she had one she liked.

Maker, she was just going to pretend he wasn’t inside her. Lu smiled at the phone in her hands and tilted her head just so for one last photo. She typed something quickly with both thumbs, and the phone beeped. She put her mirror down on his bare chest.

He yelped at the freezing cold metal against his skin.

Lu backhanded him, blue eyes gone narrow. “I said quiet.”

Oh Maker, she would kill him if he let her down but he was a second from coming. His mouth stung, and sight of her hand coming down on him always sent lightning to his balls. Everything tingled. The tickle of lace on the edge of her dress gave him goosebumps as she rocked up and settled back down on him fast and hard. She wiped at the corner of his panting mouth, her thumb came away bloody.

Lu lifted the dress so he could see himself sliding inside her and he was done. Lu could make him come like he hadn’t in years - hard and so fast he couldn’t breathe right afterward.

She watched him get his wits back with a smug smile, her cunt squeezing him as she used one of her million sex toys. This one was small and lavender and buzzed like a hornet.

Thom pushed himself up to sit without slipping out of her. She let him kiss her, her throat, the pretty line of her collarbones. He licked and sucked at her skin until she came with a little laugh that turned into a shivering curse when he bit her ear. Lu turned the toy off, held it to his aching mouth and he licked it clean.

“Mmmm.” Lu kissed his sore cheek gently. “That’s going to bruise up, I think.” Her hands slid up and down his bare back, suddenly cold now that he wasn’t on the fake fur rug any more.

"Feel all right, sweetheart?" Lu kissed his other cheek, between his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth. "How's my best boy, hmm?"

His face went hot. She laughed at him but didn't take her eyes off his until he answered her question.

"Good. I'm good." Balls empty, head empty. He felt good in his shivery aching body, with her warm weight on his thighs.

"Everyone’s going out for tapas tonight. Want to come?”

“No." He shook his head. "What’s a tapas?”

She laughed and smoothed his beard over his chin. “Itty bitty food.”

“ugh. No.”

“All right. Will you eat me out again before I leave?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Something about his face was funny to her because she kissed him with a smile.

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