[Nonsensical Nuances ~ Ficverse] Initiation Rite
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I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the boys who don't have the
Right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
-taken from Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy as sung by Tata Young
The figure in the plush chair by the fireplace smoked a cigar and swilled scotch like nobody's business. A finely tailored suit and a silk tie worth more than what most commoners hoped to earn in a year served to contrast long, crimson fingernails and curves a man's clothes simply couldn't hide. Her eyes flashed in the firelight as he crossed the threshold. Her long, blonde hair was tied back, showing off a countenance that was both handsome and exquisitely beautiful. He recognized her instantly.
"What are you doing in my suit?" he asked, more than a little peeved that she would don his business attire to satisfy her whims.
"Trying to get you out of the one you're wearing," she replied, her tone implying predatory desire.
She blew a ring of cigar smoke into the air and flashed him a grin. "A representative from Avalon came by. That gentlemen's club..."
She watched as his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "And?"
"I met them in your stead. Dressed like this. You know, the tabloids have us all wrong. It's funny that they assumed you were the crossdresser."
"Dorothy..." His tone carried a threat. It took a lot to push Quatre's buttons and she was enjoying testing his legendary patience to the limit.
"I've been accepted," she told him, taking another sip of scotch. "Aren't you proud?"
It figured that his wife had to be the only woman brazen enough to proudly accept membership into a gentlemen's club.
She put her cigar out in her emptied glass and set her spent indulgences on the floor. "As for your application... Well, they kindly requested that you re-apply once you're able to prove to your lovely wife that you're the one with the bigger balls."
His mouth moved but no sound left his lips. Put simply, he was flabbergasted. Confusion soon turned to devilish determination as he observed her undoing her tie.
"Ready to prove a point?" she asked, letting the silk flutter to the floor.
Before he knew it, he had his belt off and his trousers had whispered down his legs to pool at his feet. He was more than ready.
"Freeballing, Mr. Winner?" she asked, her tone obviously pleased. "Judging by your condition, you must be quite proud of me. Why else would you be giving me a standing ovation?"
"Shut up," he remarked, tossing his coat to the floor and rushing to undo his tie.
"Shall I consider this your audition for the club?" she chortled.
"Consider it my finest performance," he replied, his tie slipping from his hands. He then forcibly pulled at his shirt, effectively destroying the garment and sending buttons flying everywhere.
Suffice to say, he received a glowing recommendation from the only member of the club man enough for his bed.
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the boys who don't have the
Right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
-taken from Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy as sung by Tata Young
The figure in the plush chair by the fireplace smoked a cigar and swilled scotch like nobody's business. A finely tailored suit and a silk tie worth more than what most commoners hoped to earn in a year served to contrast long, crimson fingernails and curves a man's clothes simply couldn't hide. Her eyes flashed in the firelight as he crossed the threshold. Her long, blonde hair was tied back, showing off a countenance that was both handsome and exquisitely beautiful. He recognized her instantly.
"What are you doing in my suit?" he asked, more than a little peeved that she would don his business attire to satisfy her whims.
"Trying to get you out of the one you're wearing," she replied, her tone implying predatory desire.
She blew a ring of cigar smoke into the air and flashed him a grin. "A representative from Avalon came by. That gentlemen's club..."
She watched as his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "And?"
"I met them in your stead. Dressed like this. You know, the tabloids have us all wrong. It's funny that they assumed you were the crossdresser."
"Dorothy..." His tone carried a threat. It took a lot to push Quatre's buttons and she was enjoying testing his legendary patience to the limit.
"I've been accepted," she told him, taking another sip of scotch. "Aren't you proud?"
It figured that his wife had to be the only woman brazen enough to proudly accept membership into a gentlemen's club.
She put her cigar out in her emptied glass and set her spent indulgences on the floor. "As for your application... Well, they kindly requested that you re-apply once you're able to prove to your lovely wife that you're the one with the bigger balls."
His mouth moved but no sound left his lips. Put simply, he was flabbergasted. Confusion soon turned to devilish determination as he observed her undoing her tie.
"Ready to prove a point?" she asked, letting the silk flutter to the floor.
Before he knew it, he had his belt off and his trousers had whispered down his legs to pool at his feet. He was more than ready.
"Freeballing, Mr. Winner?" she asked, her tone obviously pleased. "Judging by your condition, you must be quite proud of me. Why else would you be giving me a standing ovation?"
"Shut up," he remarked, tossing his coat to the floor and rushing to undo his tie.
"Shall I consider this your audition for the club?" she chortled.
"Consider it my finest performance," he replied, his tie slipping from his hands. He then forcibly pulled at his shirt, effectively destroying the garment and sending buttons flying everywhere.
Suffice to say, he received a glowing recommendation from the only member of the club man enough for his bed.