The Adventures Of The 'Dracula Room'
[Hello! It's me again. I'm not dead after all! The reason for the new account would be...I couldn't remember my log in stuff...it was from that long ago. -chuckles nervously- So yea. Here ya go, more for the masses, enjoy!] This place bored Emila to tears. Of course, it was where she worked, but even still, you'd have thought working in a porn store would have brought her more interest in her work. Truth be told it used to, quite a bit. When she was fresh in the store, she was all wonder and play. Just as she had been when she had first been shoved into the culture of the more frequent customers. Dark clubs and pounding bass and crazy parties where if you were drunk or scantily clad, you couldn't walk right the next day, if you even remembered who and how you had been with people. And now she found it all boring. As boring as she found the spots on her jaguar body. She blew a few strands of deep purple hair from her wildcat eyes, her head rested on sleek arms. Which rested on a glass counter-top full of colorful play toys for men and women alike. She eyeballed the heavy velvet curtains of the back room, bearing their inordinately large "Keep Out" sign and huffed. She remembered the first time she had walked through those curtains. The back room was warm and incessantly smelled of incense and sex. It was the home of heavy dark velvet curtains, blocking out the daylight, holding in the rosy light of the large red bulbed chandelier. It was the housing place of every kinky sex setup they owned. It housed a huge satin bed with various places to be tied down or up, a swing, a few horses, a few chairs with a little something extra or sometimes a big something extra and various and sundry other devices for having your way with someone on. It had been very exciting and alluring when she first started working here. Now it was jut another room that reminded her of Dracula's lair. She idly ran a foot up the back of her heavy chained pants, itching through the thick denim. She swiveled one black ear up at the sounds of the bells on the door jingling away happily. The sight of the woman was what caught her attention as the rabbit wandered in and began to browse. She was short, probably two heads shorter than Emila. She had long red hair tied up in a braid that fell down to her very round rear. She wore tight jeans that revealed she was either wearing butt-floss or going commando. The woman tsked and Emila picked her head up."Can I help you miss?" The rabbit turned on her long heel and smiled at her, taking off her dark shades and folding them, inserting one ear piece down the front of her v-neck shirt, her cleavage easily holding the glasses. "Yes, actually. My girlfriends sent me here to procure a 'butterfly' vibrator and they told me to ask for Roger." Emila quirked a thin brow at this and stepped out from behind the counter, picking up one said butterflies before she handed it to her. "Well...here's the butterfly, but Roger isn't here today. Just me on the schedule. Any reason you wanted him specifically." The bunny giggled softly and began inspecting the butterfly she had been handed. "Not for me no, but my girlfriends recommend him highly. Apparently he'll test drive the merchandise for you." Emila smacked her forehead and grumbled. "Of course. He's not supposed to, but then, who's to tell a stallion not to bang everything he sees when there's a sex room in the back" She rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry miss." "Oh please, call me Mariah.." The rabbit woman said with a smile. "To be honest, I'm actually kind of glad he's not here. The prospect was a little daunting. Not much for big guys." Hmph. Her loss, was all Emila could manage to think. "I'm counting myself lucky you're here, since it's been forever since I was with an attractive woman." That caught her ear, as was obvious by the way they flicked forward. "I beg your pardon?" Which made the bunny laugh. "Well, he's not here, so I though...maybe...you'd be kind enough to do the honors instead?" For two seconds, Emila's brain struggled with obeying the store policy and actually giving into the thing that was for once since about two years ago was interesting her. It was a short argument." Ok. Just don't tell my boss." Mariah the motion of crossing her heart with her little grey fingers and followed after the jaguaress after she locked the door to the store. Emila took down the divider that kept the back room from the prying eyes of the customers and motioned for Mariah to go ahead in. Her predatory instincts were kicking in as she watched the bunny wander ahead of her, looking a little helpless, clutching her toy in her hands, her eyes wandering over everything in the room. Emila smiled, wandering over to take the toy from her, easily popping it out of it's packaging and putting the included battery into it. For the time she set it aside on the bed. She had almost forgotten the way that the stitches cut deep trails in the poofy satin of the blanket. She shook her long hair back from her face and proceeded to pull the woman's hair from it's braid, shaking it out with her hands. "Pretty little bunny. I had one as a pet when I was a kid that was the same color." That made Mariah smile. She flipped her hair back from her face and did her best not to fidget, letting the jaguaress do as she pleased with her. Emila smiled at her and pushed her back, pulling her arms above her head, making her hold them up like that. The jaguaress let her hands slide down the slender curvacious sides of the rabbit woman. She hooked her fingers into the hem of her little green shirt and pulled it up and off her, tossing it aside, tsking at her and putting her arms back up when she dropped them down. She clicked her hands tightly into the cuffs above her head, smiling at her and dusting her hands off as though nothing in the room had been touched in years. With all the grace of a cat she pressed herself up against her captive audience and smirked at Mariah, the interest the activity used to have coming back to her slowly. " I bet you'll be much more entertaining than he was though..." Emila added with a soft laugh in her voice. She let her hands run down the outsides of the rabbit's arms and over her sides to her hips, gently digging her sharp claws into the girl's fur before she let them glide like liquid over to the catch of those tight jeans, determined to see if she really was underwear-less. Which she was, something that made Emila smirk, considering that she instantly became shy the moment the pants were off her. She tossed those aside as well, stepping back to strip herself down as she made her way back to collect the object the woman had come to buy in the first place, clicking the straps into place on the outer plastic of the rattling gizmo. Mariah twisted her hands idly in the cuffs, watching the jaguaress saunter back over to her with the butterfly she had, or would be, purchasing. Emila once again stepped up and pressed herself against the bunny, letting her touch go light as a feather as she ran her fingers everywhere, the hand not holding the butterfly gently pressing against her folds, something that made the little bunny shiver and lose her footing a bit. The jaguar easily set up the butterfly, clicking the catches and making sure with gentle fingers that it was placed perfectly against the bunny's clit. Her hands, now free, trailed back up to the rabbit's supple breasts and began to tease at them gently, her hands moving with the care only a woman seemed able to demonstrate. Mariah squirmed to the jaguar's touch, moaning softly in the darkened room. A shake of anticipation had built up in her at this point and made her tremble like leaves in the wind. One of the roving spotted hands descended slowly to betwixt the girl's nethers, clicking the rattling insect into life, something that made the rabbit woman gasp loudly and go limp in her chains. This seemed to amuse Emila greatly, as she slid down the rabbit's limp body, trailing gentle nips and bites as she did, letting her fingers delve into the only place the butterfly would not stimulate on it's own. This only made Mariah squirm more, a shrill cry escaping her. Emila though it lucky she had locked the door or she felt sure the sheriff would have been down there after her soon enough. Pushing the thought aside she returned her mind to her fingers stroking the bunny's velvet folds. The trembles turned into shivers which turned into shudders as she quickly came to the breaking point under the jaguaress's torments. Her entire body locked up tightly, still being pounded by the shudders wracking her petite form before she snapped, crying out loudly, a rush of fluids meeting the probing fingers of the jaguar. Emila slid back up her body, pressing into the bunny's back as she reached up to unhook her hands, catching her easily when she began to slump to the floor, a chuckle escaping her at Mariah's condition after so little. After a few moments in the quiet, "Oh yea. I'll take it..." Which only made Emila laugh aloud. She helped the bunny back to her feet and tapped her nose lightly. "Shame I can't take you home with me.." Mariah added as an after-note, stepping up into the jaguar woman, an almost devious smirk on her face. "I suppose that means I just have to return the favor here hmm?" Again Emila's brain began a debate with itself that ended quickly. "Oh, if you insist." The bunny smirked and back her up against the leather straps of the swing, gently pushing the cat down into them. "Oh. I do." She hooked the woman's feet into the cuffs near the base and hooked her hands into the set just over her head so that she was perfectly helpless where she swung. Mariah let her hands run over the soft fur of the jaguar's stomach, leaving little wakes of displaced fur in their wake as she slowly fell to her knees, her little pink tongue flicking out to taste the flower-esque folds of the shopkeeper. Emila purred deeply at the attention and twisted in the cuffs, the action only encouraging the bunny who wrapped her soft hands around the cat's thighs, applying her motor nose to the woman's clit, something that made the jaguar cry out softly and press into the touch as best she could. Her tongue was not as long as what a cat's was so instead she used her long fingers to delve into the jaguar, slowly reaching into her as far as her joints would allow, exploring every inch available to her. She alternated her tongue and her nose against Emila's clit, humming and licking at it, reminding the jaguar of someone licking at a lollipop. She writhed in the leather swing like she had an itch she couldn't reach, as every defined muscle in her body tightened and clenched down as she reached her breaking point, quicker than she ever could remember, and snapped, covering the grey fingers in her sticky fluids. Mariah hmmed to herself happily and stood up, licking her fingers like they were covered in priceless chocolate and smiled at the jaguar woman, who had fallen still in the swing, her eyes closed tightly as she basked in her shivering after-glow. Mariah set about finding her clothing and getting re-dressed and wandered back out to the front of the store. Emila opened her eyes when the bells of the store door jingled again loudly and she heard the familiar clop-clop of Roger's feet on the hard tile floor. "Can I help you miss?" She heard him ask perplexed at the absence of Emila. "Oh, yes. I'd like to buy this." She heard the chink of the cash register and the ruffle of the plastic bag and the jingle of the door opening again as Mariah walked out into the wide-world again, leaving her tied up in the back, unable to get down on her own. She flattened her ears and sighed heavily, hating to have to resort to it. "Roger!!! Help me out of here will you!?"