Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 2:01:30 GMT -5
Another night, another song. Another outfit that showed off her legs and was covered in gems. Another night of men that were calling out for her, whistling and doing all the things men do to try and earn her attention. For the most part it didn't work because she knew how to play the game and was only looking for the men who walked with with the money, the power and the game. If there was one thing she knew to be true was the men who came in here looking like they had game where the ones she wanted to focus on.
And who had the most game in the world but Corman O'Brien?
It was rare that he would come down to the bar, normally he would send in Heath of Gawain to do the dirty work that needed to be done. But tonight he was here and she was singing which meant his eyes were on her and she had to give the show of a lifetime. Thank god she had this new song that was sure to knock everyone sock of. Of course she started of slow and sultry. Sitting on top of the piano with her legs crossed like always as she kept things calm yet playful. As the music swelled though she got down and moved to where Cormac was sitting crawling onto his table and pulling on his tie some as she sang.
When honey bees go shopping it's something to be seen.
They swarm to wild flowersand get nectar for the queen.
And everything you bring me got me dripping like a honeycomb
And if you've got some sugar for me, sugar Daddy, bring it home.
By this point her hands had moved over his chest as she winked some and moved on finishing the song in style before taking a bow and heading back to her dressing room. Well that was fun.
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Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 23, 2015 2:29:08 GMT -5
Well, didn't this little singer have tremendously good taste? Cormac found himself swallowing hard when she crawled across the table to tug on his tie. Yes, Cormac got lonely. He'd been married for decades, accustomed to having a gorgeous woman to take to his bed anytime he wanted to. But since dear Darcy had passed away, he'd had no interest in forming any sort of romantic attachments. Instead, he'd bounced around from fling to fling.
It was never terribly difficult for a man of his stature to find a willing bedmate, and the way this little minx was gazing into his eyes? Well, he thought she was likely game for some fun.
She finished her song, then exited toward the dressing rooms, her hips swaying seductively. Fortunately, Cormac owned the place, so he pounded the rest of his drink and stood up to follow her. No one stopped him; no one had quite that much of a death wish. So Cormac made his way directly back to the room the singer had entered, knocked on the door, and waited for her to open it with a devilish smirk playing across his lips.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 2:42:53 GMT -5
Back in her dressing room, Ana took off her dress and hung it up. She was left in only her unmentionable and a robe which she didn't bother to tie up. She wonder if she caught him at all? And if she did how long he would take to come by and knock on her door? Heath took all of ten minutes so we will see. And god knows there was part of her that was willing not to work the other job for tonight if a man like him was willing to pay her for a few hours of her time... So long as he stuck to her rules too. She didn't bend them for no man. The President of the USA could want her and she would still make him play by her rules.
She took a seat at her vanity to touch up her makeup, counting down the moments when a knock finally graced her door. It was followed by a smirk that came to the girls lips. She pulled up her stockings and headed to the door opening it and leaning against the door frame with one of her eyebrows cocked. "Can I help you Sir?" She asked playfully before smiling and biting her lip. Oh this was going to be so much fun she could tell.
Then again there is always fun to be had when someone rich and powerful comes to see you. After all what girl didn't want a sugar daddy? Someone who could make all her dream come true, it was almost as good as being famous, almost. Anastasia was still born to be a start at the end of the day and nothing would take that away from her.
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Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 23, 2015 3:12:21 GMT -5
She opened the door, and Cormac's gaze began at her lips and traveled downward, slowly, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He momentarily caught his lower lip in his teeth, then looked up again to meet her gaze. "Well," he replied, voice husky as he stepped forward, not bothering to wait for an invitation inside, "I certainly hope so, after that little performance. Not smart to tempt a man like me and then refuse to play." A quick flick of his hand and the door swung shut behind him as Cormac continued to advance on the nubile young singer.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he started to loosen his tie. "Now, I assume I do not have to pretend to woo you? If you're thinking that I reek of money ... "
- a light twitch at each shoulder of her robe so that it slid off and down to the floor -
" ... then you're absolutely correct."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 16:22:48 GMT -5
"A man like you? Why whatever do you mean?" She said with one eyebrow raised and he walked into her dressing room, the door closed behind him with a soft click. Oh poor Joey was probably going to get an earful tonight. Maybe he'll wise up and go stand outside Sarah's dressing room. And he was already undressing her. With a little wave of his hand her robe had slipped down onto the floor and she was now just standing in front of him, her unmentionable covering her body. He had kept advancing on her her back now against the wall as she bite on her own lip.
"Well it's not hard to tell who has money in places like this." She said looking up at him with fire in her eyes. She wasn't about to start acting like any proper girl just because it was Cormac O'Brien. If she wasn't going to do it for Heath she wasn't going to do it for him. It's still her body and therefore her rules and her game. Always had been and always will be.
His tie was already gone and she looked up at him with a smirk. "Now don't think you are in control right now sir. This is my world..."
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 23, 2015 17:26:09 GMT -5
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean," Cormac replied, running his hands lightly across Ana's shoulders and down to her biceps. "After all, you chose me, did you not? Out of all the men salivating over you, poor schlubs with nothing to recommend them, you made the only clever choice."
From this vantage point, he could see directly down the front of her lacy undergarment, and Cormac paused for an admiring gaze, lust firing in his eyes and in his chest. It had been too long - weeks - and he had very little patience left.
And then she informed him that he was not in control, and something about that - its sheer unfamiliarity, he supposed - both intrigued and irritated him. His grip on her biceps tightened suddenly, a promise of the potential for explosive violence, and he tugged her onto her tiptoes, lowering his face to hers. "Your dressing room," he corrected, his low voice a whispering hiss, his lips only an inch from her own. "My world."
After a long moment of this closeness, Cormac released Ana and took a step backward, hands raised in mock defeat. "But I'll play your game, give you your supposed control ... for as long as it pleases me to do so. Well, then ... how will you have me?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 23, 2015 18:11:39 GMT -5
A hand ran over her neck, shoulders arms and she closed her eyes for second. His question made her smirk and she replied in kind. "I don't pick anyone I just perform. What it looks like to me is that you picked me." She said with her hands running up and over his chest, fingers slowly starting to work on each of the buttons on his shirt. One by one as slowly as she could do it. "Well I am a clever little thing if I do say so myself, special." She said tossing back her hair and licking her lips. "I'm not like normal woman."
Now most men had a problem not being in control during sex but sex with her isn't like coming home to your wife everynight for the same old same old. It's different and so much more fun, at least about 90% of the men she had been with she had been able to get away with stay in told control. the other ten... well they have all had different outcomes. He was already taking in her body, as she smiled and letting the russian accent leak through a little more when she said. "Behind every man who control the world is a woman holding his balls in her purse."
But he was willing to play for a little bit and with that said she pushed his shirt off his body and pushed back on him a little. "Take a seat..." The red velvet sofa was waiting for him and once he was shitting down she could begin. Normally there would be some stripping involved but she was already stripped down. So all that was left to do was get on her hands and knees and crawl over him. "Looks like someone wants to be my sugar daddy." She said making her way to his lap, undoing his pants and tugging them down slowly.
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 23, 2015 23:22:09 GMT -5
Cormac cocked an eyebrow when she claimed that she hadn't picked him. "Right, right. Whatever you say. We can pretend that's the truth, can't we?" In reality, it didn't matter what her game was. She was a whore, which was quite all right by him. She'd seen a man who looked wealthy and powerful. She probably knew exactly who he was. She'd crawled to him, tugged at his tie and stroked his chest. If she wanted to split hairs about it now, that was no problem as long as she fulfilled the promises she'd made by behaving in such a fashion. She had come on to him, and he would get out of it exactly what he expected and deserved.
"Clever, yes," he replied, one hand making its way to her hair just before she added her little quip about balls in a woman's purse. Cormac's eyebrows drew together as indignation flared up in his chest, combining beautifully with the lust that was already burning there. His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging just hard enough to be painful. "Mouthy, too," he growled. "I hope that mouth is as skilled at sucking me off as it is at spouting self-aggrandizing little fairy tales."
Well, at least she was working while she ran that pretty little mouth of hers. His shirt fell to the floor, and Cormac released her hair before allowing himself to be pushed backward and onto the couch. He licked his lips as he watched her crawl toward him. That was more like it: on her knees, exactly as she should be. He was completely hard and ready for her as she started to remove his pants.
"Looks like someone wants to be my sugar daddy."
Well, they would see how this first encounter went. Cormac would reserve judgment on the question of continued monetary exchanges until he'd acquired all the evidence. After all, that was how one ran a business: making decisions based on information, rather than on momentary feelings. "We'll see, won't we? Show me what you can do first."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 24, 2015 0:37:35 GMT -5
His hand had come up and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Tugging on it and she gasped some before letting out a small moan. He called her out for living in a fairy tale and she just smirk and shook her head. "Little girls and men live in fairy tales. Women understand they can run the show. Behind every powerful man is a woman, and I have seen my fair share of powerful men. Behind every last one... is a woman. I have been around the block more times than you think I'm gonna stop being mouth just because you like to act big and powerful, you're wrong." She said with her best voice on. Soft and sultry with just a hint of Russian in there, she was a russian princess at one point in her life. "And don't worry." She said once he had let go of his hair and she was crawling over to him. "I know how to put my mouth to good use."
After all you don't get as famous as she got down in New York City without sucking a few people off. She even maybe dirty talked a prist while in confession once but that was a different story for a different day. The point was she was a talented lady. Who knew she was talented to boot. And Clearly Cormac did to because he was all ready for her to just talk him. Licking his lips, body tense with anticipation.
"Oh I'll show you what I can do. And watch I'll probably have you begging for me everynight from now on."
And he was already hard. What was it with the men in the family. She hadn't even taken her undie off yet. Her lips ran up and along his cock, licking along the length before she took him in her mouth. Working him the way she had learned over the years to make even the most stubborn men melt like a stick up butter on a hot summers day.
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Cormac O'Brien
Head of the Family
On well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 25, 2015 16:45:51 GMT -5
Why ... why did this little bitch insist on making him think of Darcy? Sweet, beautiful, talented Darcy ... yes, there used to be a woman behind Cormac, and quite a precious one. Since she'd passed on, he felt her loss every single day. Darcy - one of only two people he'd ever loved more than himself. Darcy ... my dear ...
His hand leapt to Ana's throat, tilting her chin up, and the look he gave her was murderous. "You walk a dangerous line," Cormac growled, "running your mouth this way. Don't think for a second that I would be here right now if my wife were still alive. Make no mistake; I do not act powerful. I am powerful. No one will run to your rescue if you continue to enrage me. Enough talk, whore. I am running low on patience."
Luckily for her sake, soon he was seated with her mouth on his cock and he could tilt his head back, close his eyes, and simply enjoy. She clearly knew what she was doing: long, teasing licks up his shaft before fully taking him between her lips. She'd finally shut up and started doing what he'd wanted all along. Maybe now the anger would start to fade away, swallowed up and neutralized by the pleasure.
"Good girl," he murmured. "That's more like it."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 19:03:03 GMT -5
Well clearly she hit a nerve and awoke something deep and dark in him. Not going to lie, it was kind of sexy. Nothing like a little danger in sex... Still dead wife, what was a little much for Ana and she really didn't mean to hit that never. For a brief moment she felt rather bad because she understood the pain of losing one you love so dearly and yet at the same time he did threaten her, was holding her by her next and normally people who did that walked away with a black eye. But he had a point... no one would come help her if he felt like getting a little too violence so for now she would keep her mouth shut, a very rare thing to happen but then again he was a very rare man. "Well you might want to get some, it's going to be a long night." Okay so she had to make one more comment... what could she say? Anastasia never held her tongue for anyone, not for any king, prince, world leader, general or mob boss.
But of course now that she was sucking him off she could say a word and she took it that he liked it this way. He could dyeing it if he wanted to but body language gives you away every time. He mumbled to her and she kept her eyes close, if they were open she might have rolled her eyes. No she was not a good girl and she didn't like being called that. But oh well you get called what they want to call you and they pay up afterwards.
She was trying to edge him now, get him so close to the peak of pleasure that one more lick my make him burst and once she felt him tense and twitching she stopped and kissed back up to his neck. "Better?" She asked softly fingers running over his chest as she smiled.
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 25, 2015 22:35:10 GMT -5
"You might want to get some; it's going to be a long night."
"Ah, now that I can get on board for," Cormac groaned. Good, she'd finally stopped harping on that women-behind-powerful-men issue and they could get on with the actual purpose of this visit. He could feel the tension leaking out of his muscles as she went to town on him: shoulders relaxing, hands unclenching, scalp and spine humming with tingling energy. This woman had some real skills when it came to going down. He found that his mind was finally clear for the first time in weeks; sex always did that for him. The worries, the numbers, the endless figuring and planning and focus ... it was all washed away in the pleasurable sensations that filled his body.
Oh, God, he was about to explode and then she pulled her mouth away, kissing up his body to his neck. "Oh, so much better," he murmured, reaching for the tie at the front of her skimpy little garment. "And how will you be spoiling me next? Given that control is so important to you ... "
Cormac wasn't terribly picky about positions, as long as she was tight and wet.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 23:07:48 GMT -5
She smiled as she saw the look in his eyes. Relaxed and playful just the way she liked it, totally willing to play her games and bend to her will. Ana loved it when people were melting like ice cream on a hot day, so perfect. You know her little obsession if you wanted to call it with having control didn't come from a sexal desire place, it came from one of knowing that when she had the control they couldn't hurt her. She could tell them to stop if she wanted and well it just made more a better experience for both parties if she was the dominate one.
His hands moved to untie the ribbon that was holding up her perfect beige babydoll nightie and she smiled. She always loved being undressed, slowly peeling off each piece of clothing like she was and present waiting to be open. It was sense it made her feel very very sexy and she loved feeling sexy. She also loved when strong hands roamed over her body, how they adored her pale creamy skin and each curve... So perfect.
"You're right it is. And I am in control after all." She said feeling the tie become undo and the nightie slipping off her and onto the ground exposing her breast to him as she took his hands running them up her body allowing him to touch them. "And I think...You will just have to wait and see how I plan on spoiling you. After all waiting and the wanting is half the fun. And I know you want me..."
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Cormac O'Brien
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Post by Cormac O'Brien on Jun 26, 2015 17:27:06 GMT -5
He found himself grinning, feeling much more amenable to playing this control game now that he'd lost a fair amount of his anger to the blow job. "Oh, yes, I do want you," Cormac breathed, his hands kneading her breasts. He leaned forward to let his mouth join in on the fun, licking and sucking and delivering occasional little nibbles. Oh, she was soft, just as a woman should be, and he was wild from being brought so close to the verge of orgasm and then denied. "But I can't wait too long, so be kind and do what you will with me." His stubble left little red marks on her breasts, and he ran his fingers over the evidence of his presence there.
Maybe he would become a repeat customer. Maybe he would take her as his own personal courtesan until such time as he tired of her. If a few moments of his stubble could leave such redness on her skin ... how many other ways could he mark her as his own? His hands were at her waist now, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. She was right, though ... the torment of the wanting was delicious. Every moment that he didn't throw her down and have his way was a moment that would make the inevitable climax even better.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 27, 2015 14:07:32 GMT -5
She knew she was everything he could want, soft and warm. Moving in a way that woman would normally never moved. Her hips grinding against his lap, hands running over his chest and shoulders. He was nibbling over her breast, leaving little red marks and she let out a soft moan. Ana couldn't help but smirk when he asked her to be kind with him. That he couldn't wait to long, oh this was going to be fun. "You know..." She said softly getting up and out of his lap walking over to her vanity and picking up a few soft silk scarfs. "In Japan there is an act called Shibari. It has been performed since the late 1800 and it's very rooted in this history." She said taking one of the scarves and tying it over his eyes.
"Originally it was use to torture prisoners but now it's used in a more exotic way. I learned of it when a Japanese business man staying here made me his pet for a few months." With the knot tighten she moved back into his lap and took his wrist, wrapping the scarf around them and binged them tight. "It's said it heighten all pleasure for the more submissive partner. Giving up all control and never knowing what will happen next. Exciting in all the right ways..." She said licking along his neck and down to his collar bone, sucking on it and leaving a little mark.
"Ready?"
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