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Heather Kessler {Lady Heather} (dominates) wrote in prideview_nyc,
@ 2008-02-04 20:24:00

Entry tags:

heather kessler, mick st. john

WHO: Mick St. John and Heather Kessler
WHERE: Impero, Heather's Fetish Club
WHEN: Monday evening
RATING: R for violence and bloodshed
STATUS: Complete

While Heather had informed Mick that he was free to come and visit her at work to ask her questions about what this place was about, she didn't expect that he would be showing up any time soon. That was probably for the best, all things considered. She was in one of her favorite outfits - a lace-up corset and a black skirt, along with a pair of knee-high leather boots. All in all, very effective for a dominatrix.

She was currently moving in for a ninth lash at the squirming man beneath her - his skin was blistered but not broken, just as they had discussed in his first consultation - and Heather could tell that he was painfully hard despite the fact she couldn't see his front (her foot was pressed firmly into the small of his back to keep him still). His screams echoed nicely with those of the other rooms, filling the very sound-proofed building with the night's usual charming melodies.

The sounds would be the first thing that Mick noticed when he stepped in, one would imagine. A close (and probably very personal) second would undoubtedly be the scent of blood mixing with arousal. Despite the fact that Lady Heather's employees had a strict hands-off rule when it came to 'happy endings', many of her clients were visibly excited by their sessions and there was nothing to be done for that.

There was also little she could do about off-the-books encounters between her employees and their customers outside of the building, but few of the men and women that worked with her were interested in that sort of thing.

The lobby was much like a tasteful hotel's - lavish furniture and a receptionist's desk. Mick could certainly ask there for Lady Heather's status and location. Despite how the bedazzled brunette at the desk looked, she was very friendly.

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monsterinhiding
2008-02-05 06:29 am UTC (link)

It's possible Lady Heather underestimated Mick's tenacity when he decided to get to the bottom of something. As such, once the sun was down, he drove over to the club. That may have been a mistake, considering the time it took to find parking. Hoping he wouldn't come back to a ticket, he walked the few blocks over the to club.

The receptionist was friendly, and very helpful. She gave clear directions, obviously aware he wasn't a regular. He followed them and found himself walking along a hallway, with many doors on either side. Most of them were closed, but that only meant he couldn't see. His hearing, and his sense of smell were enough to tell him what was going on. The smell of blood and lust was almost overpowering at times. One open door revealed a woman getting a design cut into her skin. He stopped, briefly, and watched the crimson liquid welling up in the wounds. The woman met his eyes and smiled, which was enough to send him back on his way to the office.

Mick, as a rule, avoided these sort of places unless the job required it. He didn't judge. Hey, whatever got your rocks off so long as everyone was okay in the end. The problem was that clubs like this had a way of pushing at his self control, reminding him of the past. Times when he had no problem with getting blood from the most direct source. Freshies. Living, breathing, warm, and willing mortals who got as much out of feeding a vampire as the vampire did. Honestly, he could do without remembering what that was like. It made it easier to stick to the bagged stuff.

Eventually he found his way to her office, and took a look around while he waited. It was, all things considered, an interesting place, with old implements of torture and bondage tastefully displayed. Mick examined one such device. It wasn't a replica, and couldn't have been cheap. She wasn't kidding when she said she was financially set.

He turned to face the door when he heard footsteps. He recognized their rhythm. It was Heather.

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dominates
2008-02-05 06:37 am UTC (link)

Twenty thousand a week. That's what her club back in Las Vegas took in during the average business season, but it could be far more when it was tourist season. She'd finished up her session with Mr. Morris and sent him on his merry (very merry, from what she'd seen as she slipped out of the room) way home to his wife and 2.3 children. The moment that she slipped into the room she was aware that she wasn't alone, and based solely on the fact she wasn't expecting any other visitors, assumed it was Mick. As she closed the door behind her, she found that her assumption had been correct.

"I hadn't expected you so soon, Mick." Her heart was pumping just a little faster than normal - she was excited. She got off on dominating to at least some extent, although it wasn't completely sexual in every situation. Still, it was enough to give a healthy flush to her cheeks and a slightly more seductive lilt to her voice as she walked over to the man. She set her whip down on her desk, arching her brow at him and then leaning against the wood.

"I would have cleared my schedule off more fully," She remarked, "If I had known I would be keeping you waiting." Heather was terribly fond of Mick, and she did wish to help him in whatever it was that he needed. She'd thought of offering him blood, but their relationship was not quite to that level yet, she supposed. Then again, his coming to see her in her element gave her a bit of leverage if that situation were to come up - she certainly had the tools here to convince him that it was perfectly safe to 'let loose' around her.

If only Heather knew what she was getting into. Oddly enough, she probably wouldn't be as surprised as one would anticipate. She'd seen stranger things in her time between people, including the man who had killed her daughter. A man like that, she would maintain, was no longer human. He was worse - something else.