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Lights! Action! Excitement! There were too many things to soak in at once, but she was trying, and she was trying with the eagerness that was a little too dangerous for the area she was in -- but it never occurred to her. No, nothing ever occurred to her. She was young, and she was beautiful, and everywhere she went she brought with her a bunch of sly looks -- she felt it like a thrill down her spine, caressing through her fur, running down into the pit of her belly. Oh yes, she knew the looks she was getting: she knew desire surged like a live, tangible thing that she could roll on her tongue, and she didn't care. Odezca flourished, like a desert flower finally given the air to breathe, her petals were expanding, growing, shooting up toward the sun with the eagerness of the young and fearless. Her smile was full of boldness, her eyes were full of fire.
Naxorus wasn't all that she had expected: the beautiful parts she was barred from despite her looks. The guards had taken a look at her penniless state and let her know quite plainly she was not welcome there. It wasn't all that she had hoped for, but the shining light of the cat world did not completely destroy her hopes and dreams: there was life here, there was love to be had, and adventure. Every corner had a new scent, a new thing to taste, to learn, to touch, to see, and she couldn't get enough of it. The curiosity was going to drive her up the wall. Everything was still new to her, and in that she could not be disappointed. Erebos Agora was the only place that had accepted her with open arms, and it was here she had settled for the last three days since she had found her way to Naxorus.
Not just the Agora. No, she thought, her curved, delicate ears flicking down against her skull as she padded carefully through the streets. She was not a fan of mud on her paws, and did not want to pick up unwanted sewage. Odezca was small, each part of her slender and exquisitely proportioned. Unintimidating, but never unassuming: there was a fire blazing in her eyes as she turned the corner, traversing the streets with the practiced ease of one who had taken the same path three days in a row. The Azalea Brothel, her thoughts were quiet when she found the entrance, excitement pulsing through her veins as she came up to the door, and slipped inside.
By the far the youngest customer that came through the draped doors, Odezca fell into the dim lights, and the energetic atmosphere. Not only had this been the most forbidden of places for a young lady to come, it held the most dangerous thing of all: a glimpse of temptation the young tigress was unable to suppress. The first time she had laid eyes on the Lady of the Brothel, Odezca had been smothered in the back, caught by a male or two sniffing around to see if she was for sale. The brilliance of that entrance alone had sent shivers down her spine. The rest of the night, her white-gold eyes had followed the voluptuous shape unceasingly, instantly enamored, adored and admired. She was everything a cat should be. She was strong, elegant, beautiful, and fierce. It was a perfect combination of wants and desires that had been too much for the young tigress to contain and her heart had nearly burst apart when she realized she had to leave when the doors closed.
So she came again the next night, fueling her hunger with the brilliant sight of that slender, dangerous beauty. She was commanding, and yet so utterly charming. Odezca had no hope.
By the now, the Bouncer recognized her, and let her in without any trouble. By now, however, actual hunger had become a visceral thing she couldn't hold back anymore. Odezca found herself a spot to sit among the various cushions, and carefully nestled herself down with a small sigh of relief. Back legs curled underneath her, she sprawled in effortless charm, her front paws ornamentally draped over the other, ears perked, muzzle regal where it tilted upward to look around in hopes of getting a glimpse of something wonderful. A waitress came by, and despite the scrutinizing looks, allowed Odezca a small portion of water to sate her parched tongue. Whiskers glistening with small beads of water, Odezca carefully groomed her front paws until they almost gleamed.
Post by Callaminta Azalea on Aug 24, 2015 22:56:10 GMT -5
ELECTRICKERY
The night hadn't even begun to get busy but Callaminta knew that she still had a few things to take care of before the real fun began. She'd just finished up in her office and had locked the doors behind her as she made her way down the hallway that led to the private rooms the entertainers used to fulfill the desires of their customers. Checking each room to be sure that it had all of the blankets and pillows that were needed, she moved towards the top of the stairs when she was satisfied things upstairs were all taken care of.
Heading down the stairs, he hips swayed with each step and she licked her lips as her glowing amber eyes scanned the lower section of her establishment from a higher perspective. Once her paws hit the floor, she moved through the tables and lounge chairs that were set up everywhere before making her way to the main bar in the center of the room. Speaking with her bar tender, she asked if they were out or low on anything that they would need behind the bar that night. She took a mental list of the things they needed before heading down into the large cellar under the brothel to get the things they needed.
Bringing them back up, she put the bottles of wine and spirits on the bar top so the bar tender could put them away. Once everything that she needed to do was in order, her amber eyes scanned the area to see if there was anything else she could help do before the night rush. While they did technically open early, the rush didn't come until after the sun went down. That was when the real clients came in.
Right now there were just the few older cats that came in for a drink, not so much interested in the entertainers that were still up in their break room getting ready for the evening. It wasn't until Callaminta caught sight of a young tigress stretched out in the booth that her eyes stopped to look over this new female. Curiosity got the better of her and she tilted her head to the side a bit before moving towards the she cat.
Strolling towards her, Calla stopped in front of the tigress as she looked her whole body over slowly as if she were inspecting her for flaws. "You look a little young to be in here, my dear. What's your name?" Calla questioned, her usual smirk lifting the corners of her mouth as she waited for the female to reply. She wasn't sure where this young she cat had come from but where ever it was, she definitely seemed to have some potential. Even though she was young, she was still a very beautiful specimen. If Calla didn't have such a high level of self control, even she would have been attracted to the tigress upon first glance.
Odezca, young and full of fire: she was a sparkling diamond in the gloom -- and it wasn't just her looks. No, no there was something alive brimming beneath the surface, as if fire had been set in the caverns of her heart and let to burn, to flicker in the dimming light. She was casting shadows, catching glances. Each lingering look settled on her pelt with a shiver of pleasure. Each flick of the eyes made the assertive curve of her smile blossom into fruition. She was a flirt, and she was vibrant, and irresistible to the type of males that lingered in the darkness. They came parched of life, looking for something to fill in their days, and to see her light up from so much energy was almost too much to bear. So they watched, caught like moths to flame. They caressed her with their eyes, imagined her in their minds, and like a succubus too young and drunk on the empowerment, she did not have any control of it, but recklessly egged them on.
She lingered on the pillows, restless and itchy to move, her gaze flicking from one corner to the next, catching gazes with her ears perked, that forward invitation so clearly written in her eyes. She did not mind the company; she was also ravenous. There was no harm in a little snack in exchange for her companionship, was there? She laughed quietly, her ears delicately sliding down against her head, nose dipping down as she pulled the pillows a little more comfortably against her chest. It's cool in here, she thought, absently, inhaling the vague scent of incense imbued in the pillows. The foreign scent thrilled through her: her tail flicked, the end curling up tight in delight. Her smile was full of childishness as she lifted her maw again, sensing movement.
The smile didn't so much fall away as evolve into something softer, full of wonderment as her target of interest stepped into the large room; Odezca tilted her head backward slightly, gazing up the long line of steps where the cheetah was standing, her tail coming back to sit by her side. There was something about her, something so absolutely beautiful it could not be described that captured Odezca's heart the first time she had seen her. Desire spilled outward like something sweet and tangy, pooling in her belly and crawling lower. Hackles rippling in pleasure, she felt her heart beginning to pound a little louder in her ears. Carefully she placed her muzzle on the pillow, ears down as she watched, her tail ticking away at the rapid pace of her beating heart.
She could not help it: it was a new sensation that was thrilling through her entire body. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life, and it tasted like addiction. More than the looks that she had received, more than the free tidbits she was given for a smile, was this feeling curling up like a tingling storm of fireflies. The Cheetah moved fast, from one task to the other, and though she hungered, Odezca felt no qualms about sitting quietly, watching her out of the corner of her eye, ears tracing the sound of her footsteps.
Until those footsteps brought the source of her interest right to her table, that was, and those amber eyes slid over her body like liquid fire; she felt as if fingers had run through her fur, and were slipping lower, lower, lower. She smiled, a little hint of wickedness in the curve of her lips, in the glimpse of her fangs, the flash of her white-gold eyes as she tilted her muzzle up to look at the Cheetah. Emboldened by the look, she tilted her head in a flirtatious way, ears sideways, tilted in elegant curves. But there was a little bit of the devil inside of her, taking root in her heart: it was there in the glint in her eye, the mischievousness in her smile, a confidence and conceit born of too many lingering looks, and too much good treatment. Like a desert flower, it blossomed as red as blood. You look a little young to be in here, my dear. What's your name?
Lifting the paw she had been grooming, she licked the curve of her pad, bold-faced and stifling the surge of anger. "Well," she purred, her voice light-hearted, "You'll find I'm old enough." and her eyes twinkled as she lowered her paw. Her tail flicked at the end as she regarded the older cheetah, feeling that buzzing, silken feeling spooling out of control in her heart. She was heated, over-whelmed with happiness at this very minimal conversation. "My name is Odezca." she murmured, and rose up to her paws, gathering herself up from the pillows with the ease of the young.
"And you?" She nearly purred, taking a few steps closer, tail curled, ears perked forward. There was nothing aggressive in her stance; she laughed suddenly, her expression losing all of that heat and turning a little childish. "I've heard a lot about you, but I was hoping to know the truth." she said in that light-hearted, whimsical way she had.
Post by Callaminta Azalea on Aug 25, 2015 23:01:10 GMT -5
ELECTRICKERY
There was no way that Callaminta couldn't have already noticed the young tigress lounging about on a bed of pillows in the main area. Her white gold eyes had immediately caught the attention of the cheetah as well as half of her male and even female workers. When something that looked like that tigress walked in her brothel, Calla was sure to notice. And notice she did, she'd seen the female in the brothel the past couple of nights actually. Every single time, she'd caught Callaminta's attention and Calla had seen how the other patrons and her workers had reacted to the sight of the lovely feline. It was safe to say that she was quickly becoming a welcomed favorite.
While Callaminta would admit that the she cat had a touch of something special, that natural beauty if you will, the cheetah wasn't quite as easily sold on the feline. She definitely had the looks, the curves and the eyes to be a well sought after entertainer. But at the same time, she had to have the stage presence during the performances as well as know what she was doing in the rooms up the stairs when it was just one on one with a client. Calla only had the best entertainers working for her which was why Azalea Brothel was the most high class and sought after brothel in all of Naxorus.
When Callaminta had caught sight of the female in the brothel yet again, this time far before it opened, she had decided to have a word with the she cat and see what her interests were. Moving towards the tigress, she moved at her own pace, always carrying an air to her that made others stop and stare or get out of her way. When she moved through the crowded brothel when it was at the peak of the night, the crowds would part around her, letting her move without weaving around others. The vibrant King Cheetah soon came to stand in front of the tiger who looked quite comfortable on her bed of pillows.
Well, you'll find I'm old enough. Calla's brows raised a bit at the female's words but she wasn't angered by them. She instead found them to be both amusing and intriguing. My name is Odezca. Callaminta lifted her chin a bit when the tigress rose to her paws from laying on the pillows, taking a couple of steps closer to the king cheetah. A small laugh escaped the tigress but Calla remained silent, wanting to hear what this she cat had to say. And you? I've heard a lot about you, but I was hoping to know the truth. An even more interested look crossed Callaminta's face and her usual smirk graced her features at the other female's words. "How about you tell me what you've heard and I'll tell you if there's any truth to it." She purred in reply, her own amber eyes taking the chance to look over the younger she cat. Yes, she definitely had the beauty part, Calla thought as she forced her gaze away and back onto Odezca's face.
Oh this little she-cat was playing with fire! It danced around in the corners of the cheetah's eyes. It flickered around her spotted, graceful shoulders. The flames were a thing of beauty, a vicious little spark that lighted up the very room when she walked into it -- and the tigress just had to touch it. So Odezca toyed, and she primped, and she purred. So she played the game she had only just recently learned, testing out her steps with the confidence of the young -- she knew how her own eyes glimmered in the dark, that white-gold turning into something lethal once the lights were out. She was her own fire, in her own way -- and it was with this conceit, she took the play in her own paws and made up her own lines.
Yet the fire that sparked between them was something she was unprepared for. It was a desire that tingled, spread and fluttered. It was excitement. It was the thrill of the hunt she had only experienced once or twice in her life. It was the pompous way in which the cheetah cast her words aside. It was in the intelligence, the delectable way those amber eyes slid down her body, as if tracing the pattern of each stripe, each inscription of the unstoppable passion inside of her. Oh yes, Odezca was playing with fire, but she was more than willing to be eaten up for the chance to play this game to the end.
The cheetah's lips cut across her heart in a smile that matched the nefarious mischief inside of Odezca's soul. How about you tell me what you've heard and I'll tell you if there's any truth to it - she wasn't being treated like an adult, but like a child, a kitten to be coddled and taken out of harms way. It didn't matter. She had already set her eyes on the target, and it was with a delicious sense of realism that she was about to set her claws into it and hold it close. Nearly quivering with excitement, Odezca's entire body trembled with the force of her emotions, the purr that burst from her mouth rumbling together with her words, "Callaminta, 8 years old, Cheetah." She licked her lips, claws flexing into the carpet. "I don't know if that's your real name, or if you're just called that." Her eyes flashed, excitement pulsing through her.
So visibly, this little tigress shone with the enthusiasm of her age. There was nothing simpering or coy about her manner. No, no, in a way though she played a game, there was nothing in her face that hinted that she was playing. Manipulation lay in the manner of her natural charm. There was boldness in her eyes, interest that lined the edges of her face, eagerness that quivered in the delicious folds of her ears. She was not someone who would look away and stare at the floor. She would not play the pretty princess. She saw what she wanted, and she was going to go for it. Failure didn't even enter her mind: it was the strength of the young, this indomitable ability to cast aside realism for the fantasies of the mind.
In her fantasies, she was a creature that could not be denied, as beautiful and strong as this delicious creature that stood before her. She had never been attracted to a female before -- but neither had she been attracted to a male. It had taken this spark of dominance to awaken her heart, and once the flutters had left her belly, she had no control over what she was doing. She felt, she saw, she ran after it. It was a charming simplicity that an adult would have laughed at. In a way, there was too much honesty in her face.
"You've owned this place for several years, and your girls are some of the best." Odezca sniffed, her head turning sideways as if purveying the goods that lingered in the pillows, beginning their shift. "Though they're not known for catering to every desire." she looked at the cheetah sideways.
"I've only been here three days, and even I can see that." She laughed, clear and artless, a delighted sound without malice, or darkness. Just a shining star, too full of energy and brightness to be smothered by even this un-ruptured gloom. She shone, like the brilliant white-gold of her eyes. She shone.
Post by Callaminta Azalea on Aug 31, 2015 15:03:28 GMT -5
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It was an odd thing, to see such a young lady in a place like this of her own free will. But of course it wasn't unheard of either. Callaminta had a few of her current entertainers join up when they had come of age, looking for someplace for them to feel wanted. A place for them to earn gold and to be protected. A place that was beautiful and sensual and magical in the middle of the darkest part of the Vikos Jungle and Naxorus combined. The Azalea Brothel was just that, an escape from the troubles and turmoils of real life. It was almost like stepping into a completely different world and just forgetting about real life for awhile.
That was how Callaminta wanted to make sure others thought of her brothel. It wasn't just a place that brought entertainment and pleasure to those that visited, it was a different world. Someplace that anyone could come in order to escape what real life had. And as the long legged, elegant creature that was Calla studied this tigress, she became more and more curious of her. Wanting to know more about her, see what she could do. But she kept all of these thoughts in her head, only letting her curiosity hint in her eyes. The rest of her emotions were hidden, a mystery to all and she kept her usual smirk on her lips as her eyes wandered over the striped body of this desirable creature.
Callaminta, 8 years old, Cheetah. I don't know if that's your real name, or if you're just called that. The King Cheetah was silent as she listened to the words the young female spoke, tilting her head to the side a bit as she took her in. She could see the determination and excitement clear on her face, the young tigress not even thinking to hide her true emotions. That could be both a mistake and a gift, depending on the situation. Her young age also showed clearly as she spoke, her enthusiasm getting the better of her. Showing that she was young because she only thought of the excitement of this place and the people in it. Not at all worried about the risks and dangers that came with such a place and such acquaintances.
You've owned this place for several years, and your girls are some of the best. Though they're not known for catering to every desire. I've only been here three days, and even I can see that. Callaminta finally let her smirk grow as Odezca spoke. Licking her lips, the female cheetah let a pause hang in the air for a few moments once the tigress was done speaking before she raised her own voice to speak. "Callaminta is my real name. My girls are the best. And they cater to all desires, for the right price." Callaminta corrected the information Odezca observed before raising her brows a bit though she would admit she was slightly impressed with the tigress. "Now tell me, why is it that you are here? What is it that you want? A drink? A show? Romance? Do tell." The King Cheetah finally asked, lifting her chin and tilting her head to the side a bit. There were a number of reasons the tigress could have ventured in here but Calla didn't waste her energy beating around the bush. She asked her outright, perhaps this tigress could be of use to her.
Now tell me, why is it that you are here? What is it that you want? A drink? A show? Romance? Do tell.
Not even a week ago she was a creature trapped by a destiny she wanted nothing to do with -- not even a week ago, she was a cub, a kitten, caught in the snares of her parents' claws, held captive by their biased needs. They didn't listen to her, and they didn't understand her. They wanted to force her into this little box of the good girl, the obedient girl, and she had slowly grown to resent the entire clan for it. She could not conform -- she wanted to see the world, she wanted to taste everything there was to taste, to feel adrenaline pumping through her veins like a tiger was supposed she. She wasn't meant to be a brooding mare, popping out little fur balls until she couldn't stand anymore. That life held only misery, and Odezca was in search of happiness.
Not even a week ago, she was held captive, and now -- now, she was held captive in a different sense. There was power here, power she had never witnessed, a strength that she wanted to possess, to feel pulsing through her -- and it had nothing at all to do with magic. She wanted to be near her, to be helpful, to learn, to talk, to know her. There was so much love piling up in this little itty bitty moment she didn't even know what to do with it. She was about to burst at the seams, from holding it in too much. To be told something so coldly, so terribly was a blow to her heart. The Tigress took a step back, her flanks shivering in reaction to Callaminta's words.
What was it that she wanted? Wasn't it obvious? Every glance, every purring, teasing word, every action -- didn't it all say the same thing? Didn't her heart linger on the outside of her very flesh like a painting? How could she ask? Dezca blinked, those white-gold eyes ringed with a little bit of anger, fueling the desires inside of her, and stirring up a storm. What did she want? How could she ask such a thing! What did she see? A little cat stumbling in at the wrong place and the wrong time? Was she going to be shipped off like some sort of burden? Oh, no. No. Dezca had worked too hard to escape her prison to be held back now. Even this, this blow to her ego, in the face of her flame-colored beauty, could not be contained. What did she want?!
Sulking, her ears quivered, tilting down as the anger cut through her so quickly, right to the heart, carving it out with the deftness of an assassin. "I thought it would be obvious." She murmured, her head moving sideways, giving the cheetah her profile as her tail flicked this way and that. "Are you stupid or something?" Her eyes flashed, the hurt a little too obvious, but she didn't know how to hide it. The cheetah had said something callous, and cut her down with the ease of one used to plowing through a crowd without a word. "I want to be near you." She said, her voice sulky, though there was a flare of defiance in her eyes that seemed to light her up from the inside. In a few years, she would be a glorious creature, but caught somewhere in the middle of a child and an adult, she was a fraction too much and a fraction too litle than what she should have been.
Snorting, Odezca turned her head back toward the cheetah, the fire in her eyes smoldering. Even if she was kicked out, it wouldn't be the end. She would fine her way back, someway, somehow. There would be no stopping her -- not until she was accepted. "It's not like I would be useless, or anything." she said, her voice holding the slightest bit of scorn, her chin tilted up. Ah, ah, what a prideful young thing. "I could do what those girls do." she said, indicating with her tail all the other she-cats in their sultry poses, and come-hither masks.
"It's not like its that difficult." she murmured, softly, under her breath.
Post by Callaminta Azalea on Sept 2, 2015 20:55:47 GMT -5
ELECTRICKERY
Being wanted by others was no new feeling for Callaminta. She was wanted by so many that she, herself, could entertain for one evening and still charge more than all of her entertainers combined. She was worth that though. She was a prize, one that a very select few had been allowed to have. And that was how she liked it. If everyone could get a piece of something, it began to lose it's value and the desire for it would surely fade. Not with Callaminta. She was a rare jewell. One that shown for all to see but not for all to touch.
I thought it would be obvious. The king cheetah regarded the tigress in front of her and she knew full well what the female wanted but she wanted to hear her say it. Wanted to see if she would admit to the desires that she so clearly displayed with her body language. Behavior was one thing, something that came natural to all. Words though, that was where the real power came. If one was willing to say it out loud, that made it true. And Callaminta would settle for no less.
Are you stupid or something? Her words carried a note of hurt to them and Callaminta simply smiled, waiting still for her to say the words she really wanted to hear. I want to be near you. Finally the words Callaminta had been craving slipped past the tigress' lips and Calla rose to her paws and moved towards the female with a soft purr in her voice. "That's what I wanted to hear." She spoke enticingly in Odezca's ear. The king cheetah's thin, graceful frame moved around Odezca, a purr vibrating through her chest as she rubbed her own body against the more muscular build of the tigress.
"This, my dear, is a place of pleasure, lust and desire. All you must do to receive such things is ask." Callaminta purred as she came around the other side of the tiger, her body still pressed close to the striped body of Odezca as she spoke in her ear once again. It's not like I would be useless, or anything. I could do what those girls do. It's not like its that difficult."I have no doubts you will be useful. Very useful in fact. But while what they do isn't difficult, it does take some practice. And practice is what you need." Callaminta spoke, thinking out loud though her words were very precise. "Come with me, my love. Let's see what you can do." The king cheetah purred, bumping her head against Odezca's shoulder to nudge her to follow.
Moving towards the stairs, Callaminta glanced over her shoulder only once to see if the tigress was following her as she climbed the steps, her hips swaying as she moved. Once at the top of the stairs, Calla turned to her right and from there it was only a few feet until they reached the two doors that swung out to open up onto her office. Stepping inside, Calla waited until the tigress was inside as well before she closed and locked the doors behind them. She didn't want to be disturbed for this.
The room was quite large and had a desk with a large chair sitting behind it. There were papers scattered about on her desk that held information about the brothel finances among other things. There were a few bookshelves with books and other expensive trinkets and trophies displayed as well. The whole room was lit by candles which set an alluring mood that fit Calla perfectly. The candle light flickered off of Calla's pelt, making her amber eyes glow. Moving towards the far corner, there was a large display of pillows, blankets and cloth curtains draped about that formed Callaminta's bed. She lived in the brothel and it was clear that she lived quite a comfortable lifestyle.
Stepping onto the pallet of blankets and pillows, Calla sprawled out on the bed before looking up at Odezca with her smoldering amber eyes. "Come here love. Show me what you can do. Show me that you deserve to be here. That you can do exactly what those other girls do." Callaminta purred and her lips raised in a smirk as she watched and waited for the tigress to accept or reject her challenge.
Her first love was bristling with little pins of pain -- but that was alright. There was a fierceness that had ignited in her heart, a stubbornness, a desire to prove herself that could not be extinguished. Every time Callaminta pushed, Odezca was determined to pull, to bring that golden beauty ever closer to her. Ambition crackled like flames in her white-gold eyes as she stared at the sleek cheetah, realizing the long battle ahead -- perhaps it was a childish thing, but it was still pure and unadulterated. There were no motivations other than to be close, to be useful, to be wanted. She would become the only one in Calla's eyes, even if it meant destroying everything in the process.
Dezzy's maw twitched, lips pressed tight together as the cheetah came close, as she brushed so close to her skin that it felt as if they would soon become one -- it was a game, one Odezca had just now recognized. To Callaminta, the tigress was nothing - just a little amusement to pass the time. The fire surged forward in her heart, in her eyes, even as the tantalizing words thrilled down her spine. She was too young to figure out the type of desire that surged through her, too young to realize that though she wanted that mouth to be hers and hers alone, she didn't know quite what to do with it once she had acquired it. It didn't matter though -- she followed, her tail flicking at the very end as she trailed behind, her flanks glistening with her steps, her head held in a regal angle, ears flicked forward. She knew the eyes were on the cheetah, but one day, she would make all the eyes turn to her.
There would be no where else for them to look but at the golden fire that cut through the entertaining room.
They entered a quiet little room; her eyes flicked from one corner to the next, stifling the unease that tried to worm it's way through her heart. She would do anything she had decided. Anything. This beautiful creature was worth it -- she was so sure of it. Or perhaps it was her wounded ego that spoke in the same tones as desire. It didn't matter the origins, only that the tigress was aflame, and she was determined, even as Callaminta sprawled so wonderfully amongst her throes and pillows, her smirk a thing that infuriated the tigress to the core.
What choice did she have? To back away in the face of that expression? To prove that she was just a cub come wandering in the wrong place at the wrong time? To prove them all right? She snorted, her ears flicking down, her eyes gleaming in the dimness. No. There was only one option and one option only. To mesmerize. To conquer. To climb from the bottom of this heathenish place of pleasure and make sure she remained on the top so that even Calla had to tilt her head upward to take a look at her.
So she danced -- in the three days she had lingered in the dark pillows, she had watched the other cats dance, had seen how they brought attention to certain parts of their bodies, tantalized with their gestures, but never gave anything away until the last moment. It was interesting, but boring -- and Odezca knew in her heart she could never be as cold as those other cats. They went through the movements with the mechanical grace of long practice, but it was just a job. But no, no: Odezca was more alive, more vibrant. She wanted the feeling of their eyes on her flesh, she wanted their attention riveted to her slender body.
So she danced -- but she did not dance the way she saw them dance. She danced the way she lived: projecting that desire, that need, knowing how much she wanted those eyes, to attract those slimy eyes to her vibrant, flame-kissed skin. She was beautiful and she knew it. It was impossible not to look. With each movement, her stripes flickered, glimmering in the darkness against the brightness of her red-orange coat. With each movement, she brought to attention how very slender she was, how her hips were just perfect for yours, just waiting for yours to come closer, closer, to touch and be touched in return. For a night, for a moment, she would be a living wild fire under your paws, yours alone for the night as she melted into your flesh and became something so ethereal and disastrous. Her dance held no technical skill, but there was something so much alive in her movements, an energy she conjured up with the vicious gleam of hunger seen under heavy-lidded eyes. It was a hunger she would share with you. Will you eat me? she seemed to be saying, Don't you want to?
But even that is too submissive for what was being manifested. She danced with the glory of a female knowing her worth, knowing that though she would be eaten, she would devour in return, and it would be an ongoing battle of delightful pleasure that would surge forward from night 'til dawn. She danced, she seduced, she nearly glowed in this dimness, dancing with every desire she had ever possessed inside of her, throwing all of her doubts away and plunged head long into this pool of hedonistic pleasure.
She smiled, so slightly, a very subtle flick of her tongue over her fangs, her nose wrinkling as she moved, closer, and closer to the cheetah, her tail flicking, her body moving with delightful turns and sways. She wanted to be noticed, and she made sure every aspect of herself was on display: from the little indents before the flare of her hips, to the long sweeping arc of her spine, to the delicate touch of her claws on the ground as she proceeded to get nearer, her tail sweeping out and touching so fleetingly along Callaminta's cheek. By species' standards, Odezca should have towered over the cheetah, with bulk, but Dezzy was still as sleek and slender as Calla, given over to a smaller, delicate frame, heightened by her un-filled out youth. There was beauty there, for sure, but she would grow, and though she came forward, her body exuding a massive amount of heat, glistening and sparkling as she neared, she would never become bulky.
The tigress pressed one of her large paws on the pillows where Callaminta was sprawled in her haughty beauty, her white-gold eyes raging with emotion: desire, and a fierceness that went hand in hand with her personality. She leaned down, body brushing but not quite touching the other's as her face came near, touching the cheetah in the same way in which she had been touched. Her voice was soft as she murmured in the cheetah's ear, tail flicking out and running along Calla's side. "What do you think?" her voice was breathy, intimate, threaded with untold emotion, holding all of the heat that she had danced with, fanning the flames of desire.
She knew her worth, and she would prove to Callaminta that she wasn't just some starved, idiot cub. She was Odezca, and she was powerful and beautiful in her own vibrant, bold-faced way. She smiled as she tilted her head slightly, tongue flicking out to touch the sensitive curve of Callaminta's ear. "My name will be Astarte." She purred, "Do you like it?"
Post by Callaminta Azalea on Oct 8, 2015 11:52:19 GMT -5
ELECTRICKERY
The king cheetah had no doubt that this female who had mysterious shown up at her brothel was capable of doing great things. She was gorgeous for starters, her body perfectly curved and her stripes so meticulously patterned across her body it was unreal. Not to mention her eyes. Those white gold eyes were enough to hypnotize anyone who looked at them. Even Callaminta herself had almost gotten caught up in the gaze of the tigress. But she was smarter than that. Smart enough to know that looks weren't all that was needed her. Confidence, poise, the ability to make one wish for nothing more than to be with you for the night. It was definitely an art that many underestimated and thought little of but Calla knew that truth. She knew how challenging it was to climb the ladder in this twisted and lustful world. But if anyone could do it. Odezca would be that one.
The amber eyes of the king cheetah glowed like the flames of a fire. She lay sprawled out on the throng of blankets and pillows as she waited, watching the tigress as she began to move. Her motions were far more enticing and alive than Calla had originally thought they would be. In her mind, she hadn't given the tigress enough credit because as she moved, she seemed to have a confidence to her that was different than that of the other girls. The other girls danced in a way that made you desire them more than anything only to be granted them at the last minute, just when you thought you wouldn't be able to have them. Odezca danced as if she was far too high of value for just anyone to have. It could turn some customers away but at the same time it could also draw in those that would pay a large sum to spend a desire fueled evening with the tigress.
The slender feline in front of Calla moved closer to her, her body swaying and twisting in ways that made the light of the candles shimmer off her golden coat. Closer, the tigress moved and Calla lifted her chin as the striped tail caressed her cheek. Before long, the tigress had her paw on the pillow Calla was stretched out on and the delicate maw of Odezca lingered near Callaminta's ear. What do you think? Her words made Calla's lips part and her smirk only grew. "You have a gift my dear. One I would love to... explore." Calla replied, tilting her head to the side a bit. My name will be Astarte. Do you like it? A rumbling purr escaped Callaminta's lips at the touch of Odezca's tongue near the curve of her ear and she turned her head just enough so her amber eyes could look at Odezca. "It suits you and your new life as an entertainer." Calla replied, offering her the job that she'd undoubtedly earned. The king cheetah had to pull herself back to the reality since she even found that she'd gotten a bit tangled up in the movements of the she cat. Flexing her shoulders to get rid of the slight goose bumps she found she now had, Calla flexed her claws as well as she waited to see if the tigress would accept her newly acquired position as entertainer at the Azalea Brothel.
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