𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 (aylin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-02 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ganondorf, raven darkholme (mystique) |
Who: Raven Darkholme (Mystique) and Ganondorf
What: Ganon interviews Raven for a job.
When: End of August.
Where: Castle Casino/Hotel.
Rating/Warnings: High for implied sexy times.
Status: Complete!
Raven walked into the casino, wearing a slinky red dress. That kind that hugged every curve, the kind you read about in cliche-riddled novels or comic books. How her breasts were actually kept in place was anybody’s guess, but of course being a shapeshifter… well she could make her own clothing, and make it do whatever she wanted.
And she wanted to make her potential boss be at her mercy. Manipulation was something she was very good at in the dreams, and sometimes, she liked to be Mystique instead of Raven.
The blonde strode into Ganon’s office like she owned the place.
Ganon got the call of Raven's arrival, and he expected a meek knock at his door - as often done by anyone entering. His brow shot up in annoyance at the sound of his door opening, but what he saw stroll into his office was most definitely more than what he had bargained for.
"Raven," he assumed, that look of annoyance dissipating into a look of pleasure. He stood up from his desk to properly greet her. "Exotic as the name suggests. Should have known."
“Ganon.” She flashed him a confident smile, and found that, wow, she actually did feel confident. She wondered if she should have gone for less blonde white girl, but it was who she’d been born as and she didn’t think the world was ready for a sexy blue lady just yet.
He stepped away from behind his desk and approached her with a casual stroll some call it swag, and he captured her hand for a quick kiss on the back. If she didn't want him to be forward, then she certainly shouldn't have sauntered in the way she did in that dress she wore all too well. "Quite the pleasure. And not what I had pictured."
Oh, that was definitely swag. She blushed, playing coy. “And what were you expecting?” She looked down at her chest, and rolled her eyes. They were enhanced, but not by any plastic surgery. Raven didn’t even need a bra. Technically she was naked but she wasn’t going to share that.
Gymnasts were always fit, yes, but they often lacked one important detail: an impressive rack.
And Raven did not lack it, at all. At least to Ganon. Ganon didn’t know any better, otherwise.
Really, he didn’t even need a written resume from her. Her body was the only proof of work he needed, and even if she was an awkward dancer, he had a feeling she’d still be a hit. Ganon was affiliated with several actual strip clubs in the state that he would love to refer her to, but he argued otherwise. Better to keep this special gem to himself.
“Not even sure what I expected anymore,” he lied. “But you’ve managed to have blown me away. Congratulations. It’s a difficult feat, indeed. Please. Take a seat.” Preferably on his lap and preferably naked, but he wasn’t about to voice that. Yet.
Raven grinned at him, then sank into the seat, leaning back and crossing her legs. It did wonderful things to accentuate her body and she’d done that on purpose, too. “Glad to have blown your mind. If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s blowing people away.” There were about 15 different ways she meant that, too.
And the way he took it was the version in which she’d be on his knees, between him and his desk, with his pants undone. But, for now, business first. A man could dream, though.
“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” he began for starters, sitting back behind his desk.
“Silver medal in Athens 2004, gold in Beijing 2008. My best routine is the floor, but I’m pretty good on the balance beam.” She winked at him. “The floor is a bit like a dance.” She liked how it always focused on her legs, personally. She had very nice legs. “After Beijing I went into coaching. I pissed off the wrong person, though. “
Too bad Ganon never gave a shit about the Olympics. If he knew someone like her performed, he actually would have stayed on the channel longer than three seconds. She spoke, and he did follow her answer, but his eyes often had a fairly difficult time matching hers. They often strayed to her cleavage and then to her legs, and smaller details like her waist and wrists.
“And if I recall correctly, we discussed a college schedule. Why go, with that kind of reputation?”
“I want to do something different.” She wasn’t about to admit that no one would have her as a coach anymore. A rep as someone who slept with both parents and students made that somewhat difficult - and it was worse in that the rumors were all mostly untrue. “Can’t do that without school.”
That was a reason he didn’t necessarily believe, but he wasn’t terribly concerned. A simple background check would clear things up, should his curiosity want to be satisfied. “Give me your schedule, and I’d be more than happy to see what I can do to work around it.” He’d find a way, really. This wasn’t one he was planning to let slip through his fingers over petty conflict like that.
Then, Ganon smiled. “So. Show me how you can move.”
“I’ll give you that,” she said, then rose to her feet. Mystique had been many people in her long life. She’d acted the role of everyone from Sherlock Holmes to Matahari. It was the latter that Raven drew upon. An older style of dance, but one no less sexy, and she felt it was sexier than anything she could do from a more modern era. Besides, if she could distract him from her breasts with her hips, bonus points.
Ganon certainly couldn’t deny he liked the show before him. Her movements alone were enough to arouse him, and he was confident she’d be a big attraction to the casino. Doesn’t hurt to add a little sex appeal to the gambling addicts and alcoholics flooding the doors. “Well, Raven. You’ve certainly got what it takes. Even here, I can see you have quite the demanding stage presence.”
“If I get even a few people to forget they should stop gambling, I think I’ll earn my keep.” She winked at him and moved to sit on his desk, crossing her legs and looking down at him.
Well, that suddenly made things interesting. There was only really ever one reason an attractive woman in an outfit like that, would sit on his desk with her legs crossed wearing that particular look on her face.
“And would you be open to more...private showings? For clients, and business, of course.”
“Of course. My only request would be that they keep their hands to themselves. I’m rather picky.” She leaned forward, giving him a sultry wink and a great view down the front of her dress.
“And what about my hands?” Now she was being a tease and testing his patience. Ganon rose from his chair to swiftly get himself between those legs of hers, because there was no fucking way she was going to do this kind of thing and not expect a response.
“That depends.” She shifted, wrapping her legs around his waist without moving the rest of her body. She could tightened them, pulling him against her. Her eyes smoldered and her voice dropped several octaves. “On just how good you are with them.”
“I’ve been told I’ve got a natural talent,” he whispered, voice dark and husky, as his hands traveled every curve, every contour of her body before he cupped her ass. And with an abrupt yank, he jerked their bodies closer for a sensual grind, their noses barely touching. “You showed me your talent. Allow me to show you mine.”
“I hope you can keep up, honey.” She dug sharp nails into the back of his neck, before kissing him roughly.
Rough with a challenge. Just how he liked them.
With a swing of his arm he knocked several non-essential items off his desk to make way. They all hit the ground, none surprisingly breaking, and he kept up with the kiss - bites and tongue and all - until he pulled away to shove her back against the desk. His hand slipped up under her dress.
"You've almost passed your interview, Miss Raven."
Before his hand could get anywhere, she’d shifted away her ‘underwear’, so that he’d find that she hadn’t been wearing any at all. She just smirked at him, eyes hooded beneath hair that had gotten touseled loose.
Once his fingers reached up to tear away the cloth that was usually there, Ganon’s eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and wicked excitement. “And you’ve come more than prepared.”