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[ William had quite the displeased look on his face when he showed up to book a girl for the coming weekend. A last minute business trip meant that all of his usual picks were unavailable. But poor timing on his part didn't mean he felt any less entitled to have what he came for. Most others might have been turned away, but Mr. Spears was one of the owner's top customers, and he wasn't keen on losing the business. So, as consolation, he offered up one of his newest girls at a discount, making sure to mention that she had a little something 'extra' to her, if William was up for a bit of experimentation. It caused William to raise his brow, curious though quite positive he knew what the man was implying. ]

Show her to me.

[ Pleased that the info didn't immediately turn him away he called for the girl. ]

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[ That gets a wicked smile out of her, one heeled foot swaying. ]

If the basis is pleasure, you may have to dip into savings.

That's quite the confidence you have.

[ And he's finding it astonishingly sexy. Perhaps his preference for shy, timid girls will meet its end. ]

[ With an amused breath, she knocks back what remains of her cocktail, setting the glass aside whilst her tongue dashes over painted lips. ]

And not at all unfounded.

That will be for me to decide. Though, with that preview you gave me earlier, I have high hopes. [ He pauses, taking a sip of his own drink. ] And high expectations.

[ Clearly that pleases her, smile touching her eyes as well. ]

So, let's have some fun, then.

[ Removing her hat, she rakes a hand through her hair to pull it over one shoulder - and though they're in the air and though they are still hitting some turbulence, she unbuckles her seatbelt. ]

[ Keeping his drink in hand, William motions to the stewardess with the other to close the drapes. She seems all too used to this, but does well holding back any indication of disgust over William's treatment of his company. Once they've gained a bit more privacy, reclines his seat a touch and undoes his own seat belt. He won't instruct her, just yet. He's keen to let her showcase more of her talents. ]

[ With a lopsided little smile, she hoists herself out of her seat. Just as soon, the plane rocks-- ah, but thankfully, she's reached out for the armrests of William's seat already, so she catches herself before she tumbles into his lap entirely!

With an airy laugh, she swings a leg over his, to settle herself atop his thighs. ]

Will you catch me next time?

[ Before she can get an answer, she's already shrugging off her blazer with a roll of her shoulders, making a show of slowly exposing the skin beneath. After all, the sheer lave top beneath is nothing but a camisole, and she isn't wearing any sort of undergarments beneath! ]

[ Setting his drink aside, he rests his hands upon her upper thighs. As he answers, his focus is not on her eyes, but are scanning every inch of that lace top. ]

Keep me interested with garments like this and I will have no issue doing so.

[ Allowing her jacket to drop, she only catches it with her hands just before it hits the floor - and slings it over the seat beside them. Grell won't be caught wearing a wrinkled blazer. ]

Oh, this? [ Sweeping her hands up into her hair, she arcs her back just so with a wink! ] It's but a taste of the pie, darling.

[ A tick of the brows accompanies the devious little grin she has. ]

And you do want a taste, don't you? [ She says, a hand settling at the back of his seat, leather creaking under her grip. ] Just a little sample.

I would think that obvious, considering the amount I paid for you.

[ His hands slide up under the camisole, feeling the softness of her skin as they trail along her torso. They don't pause, cupping both her breasts and squeezing this decent force. His eyes connect with hers, wanting to see every reaction she has. ]

[ With an amused little huff through the nostrils, she shrugs that off - ah, and then the rough treatment gets a delighted little breath out of her, mouth parted in a grin. ]

A bargain, really.

Again, I like that confidence.

[ One hand slips from from her camisole, opting to grip firmly at her hair at the base of her neck. She's pulled in for an intense kiss, firm but more passionate than one would think from such a dry, stoic man. ]

[ A pleasured little hiss meets his lips, her nails audibly raking against the frame of his seat. There's positively no resistance; she rather melts into the kiss, and has to forcibly regain her wits! Her hands wander to tease the back of those nails beneath his chin, along his ears, and down his neck-- for she knows better than to muss a businessman's hair. ]

[ Good, he won't have to reprimand her for ruining his hair. It's a thought that pauses him in his kiss for the briefest moment. But soon enough he's tilting her head back and moving his lips to her neck. There's no hesitation at leaving his mark there, suckling and using a fair bit of teeth while his hand continues to grope at her breast. ]

[ With a flutter of her lashes, Grell's eyes open to peer at him curiously - oh, but that doesn't last long, as he positions her as he desires. It feels nice enough; however, she's onto his intentions, once he lavishes a particular spot on her skin with attention. A breathy sigh escapes her with the faintest tick of her tongue. ]

You should know that you're only getting away with such a thing because you'll have me for the next few days...

[ Her wandering hands slip beneath the collar of his blazer to knead at his shoulders - and her teeth graze over her bottom lip as his touch increasingly warms her. ]

Naughty man.

[ Her comment has him pulling back, reestablishing eye contact. ]

Then, I will have to find a better way to leave a lasting mark upon you.

[ With that, his hand slips free from her shirt, giving her a sharp slap on the ass. ]

[ Grell doesn't mind holding his gaze one bit, and she only falters with that smack! Ah, but it leaves her with a very distinct sort of hunger in her eyes - likewise, her sharp gasp lulls into an intrigued little hum. ]

It almost sounds as though you care. [ An amused breath. ] What would you have me call you, Mister Spears? I assume you have a first name.

[ That first comment has a crease forming in his brow. He chooses to ignore it, not giving her a pleasure of an answer. ]

William. But I expect you to call me Sir until I say otherwise.

Oh♥.

[ Perhaps she approves of the name - but more likely, is that she may appreciate the command. Truly, it's both; either way, she gives his shoulders an affectionate squeeze as she rolls her hips just a little more flush against his. ]

Yes sir~

[ The respect, and perhaps that bit of added friction, has the frown leaving his features. ]

Good, girl. Which is what I assume you'd prefer I use as a pronoun.

[ That may also sound a bit caring of him, but he was looking to pick up a lady for the weekend, so he may as well keep that fantasy alive for both of them. ]

[ An affirmative hum, as she peers down at him with some amusement. ]

Safer for you, as well, I might add.

[ Her fingers find their way under his collar to tug at his tie. ]

Is this your first time with someone that isn't biologically female?

It is.

[ He resumes running the palms along the length of her torso. If it weren't for the fairly obvious bulge nestling against his own, he'd have been fooled. ]

And what do you make of that?

[ Leaning forward, she grins against his lips before taking them in a kiss. It could be assumed that she won't be hearing any complaints about undoing his tie.

Once she has it free, she'll toss it atop her own blazer. ]

Mn. I think that you're desperately searching for something to distract you, or you're just an incredibly-- interesting man.

[ And if she can manage it, she'll get her fingers hooked into the buttons of his shirt. ]

Whatever the case, you may rest assured that your life will never - [ And pops open the topmost one almost roughly! ] - be the same.

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[ The tie is ignored, as it can be easily tied again. But the force she uses on that first button is enough for him to fear she may damage his shirt. He grips her wrists forcefully, halting any intentions she had on continuing to the next. They're brought around her back, and held there. ]

Never again? How so?

[ Grell braces herself, in anticipation of being shoved to the floor once more - but what he does, instead, positively delights her. With a feral smile, she rakes her teeth over her lower lip. A purr of a chuckle rolls low in her throat. ]

How is one expected to endure mediocrity once indulging in a taste of ambrosia~? [ Leaning in closer, she makes no attempt at breaking free, apparently only interested in his lips. ] It's simply impossible.