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kinjal bhatia knows no rules. (freeforalls) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-02-01 00:15:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 14 2003, character: kinjal bhatia, character: percy weasley

Characters: Kinjal Bhatia & Percy Weasley
Setting: 14 November (Friday), around 10:30PM. The Honeypot.
Summary: Kin just wants to make some profit, tonight, all right?
Rating: There be sexual situations, most definitely.

Kinjal had always thought that Friday was the best night of the week. It was the night that ended out the work week and she'd always found that while other nights of the week might bring in enough, Friday was definitely the most profitable. Tonight was looking pretty good so far, considering she'd only started her shift a half hour ago after spending most of the earlier evening with Samara and her other guests, but she was looking forward to the rest of the night hopefully being more profitable.

What she'd have liked right about this moment wasn't another one of those men who only came around once a month or just because his co-workers or friends had brought up the idea of a group outing. She wanted something easy. Someone from whom she knew without a doubt the best way to get what she wanted out of him. And it was as she scanned the room from the vantage point of the bar that she caught the perfect answer to her desires walking through the door. She smirked slowly.

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freeforalls
2012-02-03 06:25 pm UTC (link)

The rush she felt as he looked at her in that way was indescribable. It as if, right this very moment in this little booth, there was no one else in existence - she was his entire world.

"Anything?" She echoed, the start of a mischievous smirk appearing on her face. She knew that he would, whatever she so chose, because he never didn't. It was all a part of the game. And as she stared down at him, she wondered just how demeaning she should be with her choice. She could always appease him with letting his award be something extremely worth all the games.

Decision made, she placed her hands on her hips. "Kiss my foot and you're forgiven."

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youngestmformev
2012-02-06 02:48 am UTC (link)

"Yes madame, whatever you say," he replied hurriedly, not completely unlike the way he used to speak to Mr. Crouch or Minister Scrimgeour, but most definitely in an entirely different context. For example, while he had debased himself in many different ways for them, he would have never done what he was doing now.

He willingly leaned forward to press his lipst against her foot, lingering as if he wanted nothing more than the feel of her skin against his lips, then moved to softly rub his cheek against it, as if he were a cat seeking attention.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 03:55 am UTC (link)

Kinjal's smile was slow but wide as she watched him bend his head forward. "That's exactly right," she almost whispered. And then he had done exactly as she had all but demanded of him, and she decided that she would keep his promise. After all, kissing someone's foot, even in this sexual context, was as demeaning as it really could be, wasn't it?

"You can touch me, if you want." Kin had learned a long time ago to be careful who she said that to, but she didn't see anything to worry about here.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-06 04:52 am UTC (link)

At her allowance, he looked up at her beatifically as his hand slid onto her foot, fondling her there before moving up to her ankle. His fingers slipped around the curve of her ankle in a caress that was almost like a massage. His eyes moved down to where his hand moved, sliding along her skin, from her ankle and up her calf, treating her like the most precious and fragile object in the world.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurred. "I don't deserve to touch you."

He should have felt dirty for touching her, and a part of him did, which was exactly why he did it.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 05:28 am UTC (link)

"No, you don't," she replied without hesitation. "But I'm feeling generous."

If they weren't where they were, her smile would have been much more open, but as it was Kinjal made it a habit to never forget that she was still at work and he was a customer and what was more important than his words, was his money. Even still she only watched him, keeping that smile. Acting to get a certain way was what she was good at - at least when it came to work, sometimes with her friends. Never worked with her parents, though. Almost as if she wasn't able.

And she was going to not think about them right now.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-06 05:48 am UTC (link)

As calf flowed into knee, he slid the tip of his nose along soft skin, and where it turned to thigh, his breathing sped up. The fingers of one hand slid along her inner thigh, again treating her like fragile porcelain, until they reached her apex, where he could already smell her so close by.

He looked up at her, his eyes pleading to be allowed to touch her, and if he were to be denied, beg her to punish him for daring to ask.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 06:22 am UTC (link)

There was a certain amount of excitement, and even anticipation, that came along with having someone touch her in just that way. She could tell him no anytime she wanted to, really, if she wanted to. And he would stop and want her to punish him for it. But she was curious... about just how much he wanted her, where he'd decide he wanted her to go. She did have her limits, her boundaries as far as work was concerned, but it wasn't too wrong to push it every once in a while, was it?

Biting her bottom lip just slightly, she nodded, giving him that permission he craved.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-06 06:48 am UTC (link)

Slowly, ever so slowly so that she could bat him away should she decide he was in the wrong, he rested his cheek against the last remaining scrap of material protecting her non-existent modesty. She was so warm, and he breathed her in deeply.

One had on each of her thighs, his fingers glided up and down, both caressing and holding himself upright. He turned his face to look up at her as his nose nuzzled, seeking out her folds behind the barrier.

Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and took the material between his teeth, tugging it slightly to give his intentions, not certain if he wanted her to let him go on, or if he wanted her to stop him.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 07:57 am UTC (link)

Kinjal had been well aware of what she was consenting to when she'd given him the nod, she didn't see herself taking it back so quickly. Maybe at some point, when she reached a limit she didn't quite feel like pushing even a little.

This was not it, she was finding out. There were no rules for the booths, after all. It was all about her comfort level and what she felt comfortable doing, and despite the fact that she had ethics about her job (or she did to a certain point), the gist was still to make money in the end. It helped that she might have actually been the tiniest bit turned on - less by him exactly, more by what he'd done.

"You'll know when it's not all right. Believe me." There was no doubt that she meant it, too.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-06 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Without using his hands, Percy used his teeth to pull the knickers down, over the goddess' hips and legs and down to the floor. He could then straighten back up to kneel face to mound, but paused as he was suddenly overcome by a memory, much like every other time he had allowed himself into this situation.

An Iperius curse he couldn't break... a seemingly normal Ministry office... being ordered onto his knees in front of a man he hated and being incapable of saying no...

But now wasn't then. This woman was not that man, and he was here by his own consent. Nobody was controlling him with a spell, and any orders given were his to accept or deny. It was one of the reasons he'd first started coming here, needing to find someone who could help him sort through his conflicted emotions at how he could be so disgustingly violated by the who and yet still find arousal in the what. He still hated himself for it, for finding any sort of positive in what had been done to him, and thus he could only indulge with complete strangers that he paid for the service.

He finally started kissing her most intimate place, thankful the scent and taste screamed woman and that he could truly be at ease with who he truly was, if only for a few stolen minutes.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Kinjal had always been a subscriber to the idea that who she did sexual things with didn't have to be the love her life or anything of that sort. Her parents had always been ever so opposite of that, wanting her to marry someone first, and for that someone to be respectable, Pureblood and Indian - though they were perfectly willing to "accept" one of the latter two if they couldn't have both. Or so they said. She'd never really spent much time thinking about what their hopes and dreams for her life had been to figure out if it was the actual truth or not. Regardless, Kin wasn't exactly very big on knowing people too well, or needing to.

So it wasn't as if she knew much of anything about the bloke beyond the fact that he came in regularly and paid her well. And that, on some level he sort of needed her, or this at least. And as she always put it that she was there to give the customers what they wanted (eighty percent of the time, when they weren't dickheads), she didn't think too much of actually doing more than just giving a strip show every once in a while. It wasn't a regular habit, she wasn't a slag, and sometimes it felt good.

This could probably be one of those times, she decided. She was naked all but a pair of shoes before this man, and she'd never not liked it any other time in the past, and this wouldn't be any different - she could feel it in the quick breath she took at the first touch of his mouth.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 01:53 am UTC (link)

He closed his eyes, his hands fisting his robes over his thighs as his mouth and tongue felt their way around.

At this moment, he wasn't a Senior Undersecretary, or someone's brother or son, and certainly not anybody of any importance. He was simply a tool whose main purpose was bringing pleasure to another person through his submission, and it was the only thing capable of truly clearing his mind.

His focus was entire only his mouth and her mons, the way his tongue sifted through her folds, searching out what would bring her the most pleasure. He wanted her to use him as she would any toy, and to discard him just as readily.

He found her clit and slid his tongue around it in circles before flicking it, and finally suckling it gently. His hands never left their place in his lap - the only thing that would have made it more perfect would have been if they were secured behind his back, leaving him completely helpless.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 03:10 am UTC (link)

She didn't know why it always seemed to surprise her that he was actually good at that. Close to very, very good. Her breath quickened and a hand found its way into his hair, wanting him as close as possible. Needing him to be, almost. She couldn't help but to moan as she felt his tongue deeper, and when he found her clit and exploited it she gasped, whispering, "Right there."

She wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit she was enjoying this, genuinely.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 03:46 am UTC (link)

He allowed himself a whimper at the feel of her fingers in his hair. His mind was quickly developing a mantra that chanted to the rhythm of the movements of his tongue. Use me, move me, take me, hurt me.

He suckled a little harder, then nibbled softly - not enough to hurt, but enough to provoke a response before he turned back to licks and sucks. The more he worked, the more her wetness slicked around his lips. His inner prissiness fought to be heard, ordering him to stop immediately and clean himself off, but he ignored it in favour of pleasing his goddess.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 05:33 am UTC (link)

Despite the fact that do to all the charms, no one would be hearing her, she still bit her lip in an attempt to stifle any moans she could have made. It didn't work for very long, though, and she shifted her hips forward, wanting more, the hand in his hair tightening. There was no chance of her stopping him at this point. Not even a little. She wanted him to keep at it, just as he was, forcing a moan or a gasp with the just the right flick of his tongue.

She could feel it in the pit of her stomach; she was getting close. She just needed the right push over the edge.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 05:57 am UTC (link)

The hand in his hair hurt so deliciously, and he could already feel a cramping ache starting in his legs as he was so unused to staying like this for very long. Her shifting hips momentarily left him without air, but he quickly adjusted without letting up from his efforts.

He had, after all, always prided himself on his work ethic.

He had been so hard for so long, and hearing her make even the smallest sound was making it even worse. His hands were so close, all it would have taken was a small shift to touch himself, but he refused. He wanted the pain, the denied desire, the complete subsuming of his self in favour of someone else.

He continued with his new pattern, concentrating on circles and flicks as his face grew wetter and his hands fisted even harder into his robes.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 07:45 am UTC (link)

The longer he kept at it, the less in control she felt. She was almost craving that moment of release now, urging him on in between the breathless gasps and soft moans. Her hand tightening on a fistful of hair was more reaction than a conscious decision because she could feel it, so close to taking her over completely and she just needed him right... there.

It felt close to indescribable when her orgasm hit her, and she closed her eyes as she cried out. Her legs nearly felt like jelly and if it wasn't for her other hand claiming his shoulder, she might have actually collapsed. As it was, she held on tightly, waiting for the moment to pass, returning to her senses enough to ease her grip on his hair.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-08 01:31 am UTC (link)

Yes. Her hand tightened more and the pain was perfect, and the next thing he knew she was tensing above him, crying out and grabbing onto his shoulder. He felt so ecstatically proud to have done his job well, and he slowed his movements to a stop so that she wouldn't be painfully overstimulated.

He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her through his steamed-up glasses, as if seeking some sort of approval or admonisment or whatever she chose to give him. At that moment, he was hers, and he would do anything for her.

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freeforalls
2012-02-08 05:17 am UTC (link)

Kinjal took several deep breaths as she attempted to bring her heart rate down to normal. She was very much feeling that ecstatic high that usually washed over her post-orgasm and she gave something of a laughing grin as she looked down at him.

"Well, that was one way to go with the evening," she smirked approvingly, but that really wouldn't have been much of a surprise. Sex in any form could put a grin on her face for hours at least.

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