Open The nous to avoid the noose

[Gad]

She didn't correct him, so in Gad's mind that left a few possibilities. Either she didn't know of the Hound, didn't remember him, or she was covering. He'd never seen her around here before though, or at least never noticed. The bright smile and the soft hands on his chest he knew were just part of the game, but it wasn't one he minded playing, so he figured he'd mix business with pleasure and take this interrogation somewhere a little more private. Gad pulled her body close to his as soon as she stepped back. When she bit her lip seductively he bent down and bit it too. With a wide smile on his face, displaying sharp canines, he said lowly; "Mh, there's nothing a Hounddog like me wants more than a "special treat". Come on baby, I know somewhere you can give me the right treatment." Gad tugged her along by the hips. He considered waiting for Trust, but the kid would probably be occupied with Darla for awhile longer. Gad tossed the six silver Mizas it cost for fifteen chimes of fun to a girl at the counter, and pulled Cheeks into a room. Pfft, and they say the girls are the ones getting exploited. he thought. As soon as they were in, Gad pushed Cheeks against the wall, grinding against her, and reached his hand around to squeeze her (as he'd decided) eponymous feature. "Tell me, Cheeks," He said with heavy breath in between nibbling on her neck "did you treat my friend this good when he came in?" She had just the right amount of cherubic squeeze-ability mixed with womanly charm, but she'd be here tomorrow (and so would he probably). The trail of the Hound, however, grew cold every second he wasted, so he'd have pull double duty as lover boy and detective. On the other side of the brothel, this was just about the time Trust was finishing his own "investigation."

[Nadia Belanare]

Men were all the same. They all wanted the same things, even when they denied it. Nadia wrapped her arms around the man's neck as he bent down to bite her lip, and she pressed herself closer still, chest against his and standing on her toes to deepen the kiss. When they broke apart she smiled and giggled, biting her lip once more as she felt her cheeks flush. This she could not control, but it did help to paint the picture of innocents. This man would be her first, just like the hundreds that came before him. That was her role to play. These men all came and were the first to take from her that precious gift, her innocents. And Nadia freely gave it to anyone that paid. She let herself be lead away, smiling and laughing as she clutched at his shirt lightly, looking up into his eyes and away just as fast, as if she were slightly embarrassed by the entire thing. As they passed the counter she shot a glance back, with a little wave to the girl behind the counter who mouthed the words 'good luck' before picking up the coins from where they lay. As she was forced back against the wall, Nadia let out a soft gasp as her skin touched the cool surface, pressing her hands back against the wooden panels as she looked up at Gad. Some surprise lit her features, a touch of uncertainty as she made a nervous move to close her legs, but Gad was an expert of weaving through her guard. That was what men wanted to think at least, thus Nadia painted the story that way. A small voice, a wordless breath passed over her lips as she arched her back into his grinding hips, hooking her arms under his so that she could dig her fingers into his back, clinging to him desperately for support, for clearly she was overwhelmed by is presence and could barely hold onto herself. Her right hand hooked into the man's trousers, bare thigh brushing up against his clothed leg leading up, yet stopping just before reaching a man's most sensitive area. She took a deep breath, exhaling it in little waves as she made little sounds of pleasure as the man's lips worked on her neck. Fluttering her eyes opened she whispered softly in the ear that was now at the right level, "Maybe I did... But you treat me a lot better than he ever could. This clearly is not your first time, because you know just what a woman wants." Just like she said to every man. Every man who paid to take her 'innocents' wanted to hear the same thing. How good they were, how big they were, how she had never experienced anything like what they had done to her. Usually it was a lie, or rather it was rarely the truth. If someone had to pay her for pleasure, then surely their lust was due to being unable to keep a woman for long. Raising her left hand she let fall one strap of her dress, revealing her own nakedness and forgoing any pretense of shyness. This man clearly did not want or need to feel that he was the best. He already thought he was, but this made Nadia's job easier. The girl's hand then found Gad's wrist, urging it up to cup her breast as she giggled and said softly, "Your friend will be jealous to know who I prefer based on first impressions alone." She nuzzled his own neck, laking kisses down to his shoulder while she began working to free his lower half from their bindings.

[Rafael Colebourne]

Whilst Gad had scurried off with the whore he'd seen in the Pig's Foot a mere month ago, Rafael stuck with the plan and probed Darla for more information. But either he didn't ask the right questions, or she genuinely didn't know.

For ten whole chimes his mind and bodily desires battled for dominance. For ten whole chimes he tried some small talk, but they never got much further than the weather before another silence would creep between them. In the battle between what he wanted to do and what he thought was right, the fact that Darla was caressing him didn't make it any easier to withstand his impulses. So when Gad still hadn't returned by the eleventh chime, his will budged and he gave in. Darla immediately noticed the change in his posture and resumed doing her job. This time, Rafael lead the way to her room. His nerves were racing with anticipation.

Her dress fell to the ground in a single, fluid motion, but before she could make another move, or sweeten his anxiety, he asked her, "would you've let me in if I'd come alone?"

"Of course, sweetheart. All we ask is some coin."

Rafael narrowed his eyes, "I don't think you would've."

"Does it matter now?" She came closer to him, he could feel her hot breath breeze gently in his ear as she started to pleasure him there. He smiled. "I suppose not."

* * *

He hadn't the slightest idea how many chimes had passed before he returned to the entrance room of the whorehouse, nor did he care. He felt incredible, renewed, and a hell of a lot wiser, though not about the subject Gad would have him inquire about. Not much anyway. With a healthy blush on his cheeks and a beaming light shining through his eyes he awaited Gad's return. He would've left without the man if he hadn't been the one with all the coin. Darla had done her job spectacularly, no doubt, but he wasn't willing to spend any of his coin on such temporary pleasures.

[Gad]

"Mm, yuh." Gad said between mouthfuls, and handfuls. "Speaking of which, er who; my ol' friend Poochie, when's the last time you seen him in here? I mean, I know he didn't have the moves like me, but..." Cheeks was working quick to unstrap his trousers. When she had them undone, Gad lifted her up by the thighs, and pulled her legs so they wrapped around his hips. He carried her like this over to the bed, and tossed her down on her back. Looking down at his conquest- well, he was paying for it yeah, but that wasn't important right then- he grinned, then pounced, virtually tackling her. He squeezed her chest, and just above her hips, her belly, groped her thighs, and restrained her arms, but his hands always found their way back to Cheeks. It didn't take too long before he forgot entirely what he'd come there for in the first place. *** Forgetting was the general idea for the patrons of the House of Happy Endings, but it wasn't such a good idea for those investigating murders. The room was mostly still except for Gad still rubbing his hands all over Cheeks. Laying their, obviously more spent than his companion, it struck Gad like lightning why he was there to begin with. "Oh shyke!" He said, sitting up. "That's right! Petch. Hey, my friend Hound..." he turned to the lady of the night, who was casually sliding her dress back on and stretching out he back and legs at the end of the bed. "Do you know where he might be? I wanna rub it in his face how good we knocked boots, but I ain't seen him around lately, so..." Gad wondered if Trust had stuck around. That kid was really intense. He didn't really want to come back with out any kind of information, especially if that little runt had figured something out. "You did say you knew him right?"

[Nadia Belanare]

It was so simple. A bit of naked skin and dancing fingers and men forgot their worries and grievances, for just a few chimes at least. They lost their words, their wits, and their indiscretion in these houses of pleasure. Nadia was there to make him forget, to let him feed his desires and let out his frustrations. Her body was a vessel of relief and well being... at least she thought of it that way.

A gasp as she was lifted, and she gave a half hearted struggle as her legs were opened, smiling sheepishly and bitting one finger in mock embarrassment. Let the man feel he was in control, that is what she was taught. Let him lead if that is his wish, but be the conquerer if your client desires that. This one needed no conquering. He quickly claimed his stake in the mount, letting his flag wave for all to see that this was his. Sounds of pleasure, fake or no, escaped her lips as she arched and turned, following his rhythm yet always remaining in that submissive posture. She was helpless before him, and struggle as she might she could not get away. She didn't want to get away. He was too good for her, he made her feel things she had never felt before. If only she didn't have to pretend...

*****

It was the time after the rowing had ended and all motion had stopped. The man had finished his business, and she had given one final performance of pleasure. They always wanted to lay a moment, rest and regain their strength. This she did not mind, but she did have other customers to attend to. Nadia most disliked those that wanted to hold her close after, as though they had shared some deep and meaningful experience and not the Petching that it was. This man thankfully was not the type to lay and snuggle, and so soon after it was all done she stretched and stood, retiring her dress where it lay and pulling it on once more.

Just as she was heading toward the door the man asked her a question about a Hound. He was fixated on dogs it seemed, but she was not surprised given his techniques. She smiled over her shoulder at him, hand on the door, "Sorry, your times up. If you really want to find your friend maybe you should stick around a bit longer and enjoy yourself. I am sure he will eventually make an appearance." She winked as she slipped out the door. Passing by the counter Nadia offered a wave to the woman there. The girl was only a bit older than she was, and she smiled at Nadia and said with suggestive tones, "First of the night. Hope your not too tired."

Nadia laughed and ran her fingers through her hair, eyes looking out to the rest of the house of pleasure, "Not even close. I've got to take Rowen out after work. Gotta have enough so we don't have to steal the bread and wine." One final wave and Nadia ventured out once more, in search of her next 'client'.

OOCI apologize for the lateness of this reply! I am usually gone for the weekend so just a heads up for the future