Brynn♥Desireé (desiree_extacy_) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-03-22 20:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | extacy |
Who: Extacy OT Knight
What: Work, work, work
Where: Knight's Hotel
When: [backdated slightly] Saturday, noon.
Notes: NWS more than likely.
The blonde hair on her head had been styled just right. It was her first major client outside of other mutants in a while and Brynn wasn't about to fuck this one up. Everything was perfect. She had a new set of lingerie with a new robe to walk the grounds in. Her makeup and hair were pristine, and she had been working out what to greet him with all morning. She kissed at her reflection and smiled, looking for any sign or problem in her appearance.
Walking through the grounds was always interesting. The guards could be counted on for their catcalling and suggestive commentary, and as always like the fools they were, they delivered. "Hey, baby. Where you taking all that off too?" He smiled, his eyes disrobing her as she walked away, middle finger in the air. She didn't care what they said or what they wanted her to do as long as they didn't try to hurt her. She could guide herself around the island and usually did for just that purpose. The annoyed woman made a mental note not to cross paths with that guard member anytime soon as her rejection was likely going to piss him off. They wouldn't hurt her that badly, but they could make her life a living hell. She wasn't willing to stick around and see what they had in mind.
The hotel was always wonderfully furnished for the season, and the budding spring to come was already in full bloom indoors. The sound of the beach not too far away always made Brynn a little mournful that she couldn't go down there and enjoy the sunlight. She had never been allowed. 'No Dogs' was printed very clear on a sign before the beach began, and Brynn herself knew what kind of likelihood there was of her ever getting on that beach without paying some kind of severe consequence.
She made it through the lobby and up to the proper doorway. The assignment room had been outlined in detail in her notes and she managed to knock on the door without too much worry. She waited on the one side, a slight smile on her lips. What would he look like? Feel like? Be like? Was he cruel and cold and impatient? Was he gentle and curious and ready? All of these thoughts placed themselves just so in her mind in the last few seconds before she opened the door. She fidgeted with her outfit, waiting somewhat patiently.