save a horse ride a pirate

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Isabel Mayfield

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

While Vaughn thoroughly enjoyed being at sea, there were certain . . . negatives to it. Not enough to ever keep Vaughn grounded on land, but certainly enough to make him appreciate these pleasures when he docked his ship and made way into the city. His crew were just as deprived as he was so it was fairly unanimous as to where their first stop would be. They burst through the doors, the men piling in as the obnoxious sound of their excitement added noise to the now full brothel. Though, even if it was full before . . . Vaughn would make an attempt to throw whomever out to make sure his men had priority. A happy crew was a more useful crew. But Vaughn, had standards . . . sometimes. He would not go for the first women he saw for here, they had selection. They had choices. One did not just go for the first horse they lay witness to; and sometimes the best way to affirm ones decision . . . was to ride it.

He went to the Madam of the brothel, recognized by her older age and the way she stood separate from the hungry men around them. "I want your best," he practically demanded, throwing a few coins down. As he spoke to her however, he just so happened to lay his eyes on what he could easily deduce . . . was the most beautiful creature in the entire room. His lips curled into a smile, as he did not bother waiting for the owner to respond to him. Instead, he began to approach the dark haired woman. As he drew nearer his eyes slowly moved over her, taking in every inch of her sensual body and pausing at the parts that made her a woman. He ran his tongue over his lips before his leering eyes eventually met her face once more. "You'll do," he said in a bit of a condescending tone of voice. Oh yes. She most certainly would do . . . whatever he wanted.

[Isabel Mayfield]

There was nothing quite like knowing she'd done a job well done. Of course, it wasn't like men usually told her how fantastic she was. It happened from time to time but the whole point of paying for these services was that they didn't have to do anything. They didn't have to work for it or shower someone in affection and compliments. It was fine. It was all Isabel had ever known so she didn't find herself yearning for romance or anything like that. She was good at what she did, maybe one of the best within the brothel. And she knew it. 

At the sight of men coming inside, Isabel took a sip of her drink and watched as they scattered around. One of the more skittish girls tried to shy away from them, but Isabel knew that would only make the men want her more. Her eyes flitted around the room until she heard someone approach her, looking her up and down. Isabel plastered on her coy smile and tilted her head to the side. A quick glance to the Madam told her that he'd paid and Isabel could bring him up to one of the rooms. "Whatever you wish," she said with a smirk. Isabel led him up the stairs and towards her preferred room, the best in the house. "Care for a drink?" She asked, motioning towards the drink cart near the door of the room. 

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Tag: James Vaughn

credit to Laura of Adox | Gif

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Isabel Mayfield

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Vaughn followed her lead up the stairs and towards a private room. Once there, he took a couple of steps inside of it, not straying too far from the door, and thus, not moving significantly far from her. He began to take off his gloves, tossing them on a small table set to the side along with his hat as he turned to face her. She offered him a drink and while it was quite tempting, another temptation took precedence. The drink would be there when he was done. Right now, he needed to scratch an itch and bring his yearning body to some satisfaction. Only then, would he be able to find enough ease to function and thus, enjoy a drink.

Moving forward, prompting her to move with him, pressing her forward until her back was against the wall, his body pressed against hers to keep it in place. With the significant height different, he hoisted her up a little for his own convenience, leaning close to her so that their lips were hardly an inch apart, nearly brushing against one another. "I require something more substantial to quench my thirst," he told her in a low, gruff voice. One hand firmly gripped her chin, turning her head to the side, while the other fell to his pants to start to undo them. He pressed his lips towards her ear, speaking directly in them with the same tone of voice. "Let us see if you are any good for it," he said a bit mockingly, before running his tongue over the side of her cheek in a short path.

[Isabel Mayfield]

She found that sometimes the men preferred to drink and talk for a bit in order to get comfortable with the woman they were about to sleep with, but not always. This man in front of her did not strike her as the type, which she was quite fine with. Isabel had been doing this for many years and knew how to handle all types of clients. There had not been a man to cross her threshold that she had not experienced at least once before. At the end of the day, all men were the same and could all be pleased by the same acts. 

He backed her up against the wall and their bodies pressed together. If she tired, Isabel was quite certain she would not be able to move. Not that she wanted to. Something felt quite wonderful about this encounter and she found herself rather intrigued and excited to see how it turned out. His fingers pressed into her hips and brought her up, Isabel wrapping her legs around his waist. She let a small smirk play on her lips at his quip. "Let's make sure you aren't left thirsty then," Isabel mused. Her head turned to the side with his hand on her chin and she felt his hand move between them to his pants. Her own hands went to move her skirts up, making it easier for him to do as he pleased and Isabel felt a shiver down her spine as his tongue moved across her skin. He seemed like the type that liked to take charge and Isabel did not wish to take that away from him, at least not until she was certain of what he wanted. Her entire job was based on making sure the client was satisfied and while she knew what she was doing, she was often flying by the seat of her pants. 

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Tag: James Vaughn

credit to Laura of Adox | Gif