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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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[ 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.

[ As she leans in to claim his lips, he tugs on her wrists, forcing her back. ]

Are you really so unique? I'm quite certain I could fuck your ass just as hard. Male, female, or wherever you fall in between.

[ The sharp movement draws a breath from her, lids low over her eyes. ]

Oh, the ass is divine, surely-- however, what I speak of is throwing the last of one's precautions to the wind. Living like Gods - and Goddesses, as it were. [ A bat of the lashes, at that point! ]

You believe I won't be able to return to my mundane life. I promise you, you are nothing more to me than an idle play thing for the weekend.

[ His words are firm and not a speck of doubt shows on his features. ]

Oh.

[ With a tilt of the head, her brows press together as her smirk turns wry. ]

And you believe I mean to keep you! How darling. But no. I don't need a man.

[ Being forced to still still, she begins to fidget. ]

Still, no, I don't think normalcy will suit your tastes any longer.

Then why have a job that mandates intimacy with one? There are countless others that wouldn't force you into this unneeded physical contact.

[ He's not releasing her, not yet. ]

If you truly don't need a man, I will pay you no mind this weekend and demand a refund.

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[ Brows furrowing, Grell tilts her head - and yet, she maintains that curve to her lips. She's as amused by the suggestion as much as she is baffled. ]

Does that upset you? Tell me, why do you purchase your company?

[ Her agitation begins to show, lightly tugging at his hold! ]

It isn't just the phenomenal sex, is it? It's the lack of commitment, and the illusion of a good time, yes?

[ His eyes scan that smirk, uncertain how to respond. She may just have hit the nail on the head. ]

I have no time for a serious relationship. But I see no reason why I should deprive myself because of my work.

Hmn...

[ It's a sceptical hum, for certain. ]

A man like you could easily find a woman to take advantage of your luxuries and play housewife. Distance would be a benefit.

[ Ah, but then her brows tick upward with realisation. ]

Oh, unless you're tired of playing pretend.

[ The look on his face clearly shows that he does not want to discuss this. She's read him a bit too well for his liking. Finally, he releases her wrists. ]

Get back in your seat. On your knees.

[ With an audible sigh of relief, she stretches her arms back over her head - and stops short, upon his command. With a feline grin, she wordlessly follows instruction. Once she's sunk her knees into the cushioned seat and crossed her wrists atop its back, she peeks over her shoulder with a bat of the lashes and a yearning bend of her back. ]

Ah♥, will you be showing me the real Mister Spears?

[ William takes his time in coming up behind her, taking a moment to enjoy the display she gives of her body. Once he does, though, there's a firm press of himself against her ass as he grips at her hips. ]

Keep that mouth of yours shut. I don't want to hear anything other than moans from you until I say otherwise.

[ And, indeed, she does moan! The redhead licks over her lips before she grinds back - ah, but his words earn a roll of her eyes. Still, she'll give a mewl of a hum indicating understanding, as her head lulls down to rest atop her arms. ]

[ There's a brief check that the steward has tucked himself off in his personal section that the private plane provides. Though the man is quite familiar with Mr. Spears, by this point, William still has no desire to have him eavesdropping or interrupting them.

Satisfied, William's quick to unfasten his mistress' trousers. They're dropped just low enough to expose her ass, clad in rather flattering red lace. He gives a brief hum of approval before adding a firm slap against her skin. ]

[ Well, that's well received, at the very least! With a faint jolt of the hips, she gasps sweetly, even peeking back at him once more. There's a bit of a flush to her cheeks, whilst rolling her hips back impatiently against his fully-concealed cock. ]

You're quite enthusiastic about your job. Or are you merely a good actress?

[ He doesn't care much, either way, and quickly flicks the closure to his trousers open. Seems, despite the differences with his escort's body, William's had no issue becoming aroused. His freed cock slides along the lace of her panties, enjoying the texture of the pattern on his skin. ]

[ That earns a bit of a smirk - though, as she begins to answer, his command comes back to mind, and she turns her face away with something of a huff!

Soon enough, thankfully, she's met with a very particular distraction. It has her purring with intrigue, for she was partly convinced that he'd have trouble coming to terms with his decision once he had her without trousers.

Also, that he seems to be enjoying himself more than he's been letting on.

Peering back once more, she hooks her tongue over her teeth whilst watching him pleasure himself. ]

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