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Post by James Vaughn on Dec 27, 2021 22:33:32 GMT
i have sworn TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS They said that people were creatures of habit, and in some ways . . . this was true for even James Vaughn. While unpredictability made him feared by some, whether it be his crew or people that stood in his way, there were certain aspects of his life that called for consistency. One such being what awaited him when he returned to land. He expected to go to the brothel he frequented whilst here -- which he had -- and he expected to be met with his favorite prostitute -- which he had not. The news of her having left left him . . . annoyed. It took some asking and more pursuing than Vaughn cared for, to find out that she had started her own business in London of course. What a fucking waste of time. For all the effort he had spent searching for her, could have been used in far more pleasurable ways. And yet, it was the principle of the matter that kept him on this path.
No. Perhaps that was incorrect. Vaughn did not exactly have strong principles. Perhaps, it was just a matter of pride. That he did not like to be told no; he did not like to not have his way or be told he could not have something. And of course . . . she was one of the better romps he'd had. So when he finally found her new establishment, he burst through the door, demanding to know where Isabel Mayfield was. A voice told him that she was not accepting clients and he made a face at that, as if he was even asking. He was not about to have come all this way, only to leave . . . unsatisfied.
He'd wasted enough damn time. So he completely ignored their insistent words and in his over entitled pirate ways, moved towards what he presumed to be the office. Apparently, she was in charge so logic dictated she was there. If she was not, he would wait. But finally, luck seemed to be on his damn side for when he threw open the door, she was right there. "Fucking, hell," he stated as he just stared at her, annoyance present in him but his expression quickly turned into that of a smirk. "Not taking clients are you?" He questioned rhetorically. She would take him . . . or rather, he would take her.
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Post by Isabel Mayfield on Dec 27, 2021 22:43:52 GMT
 Starting her own business had been difficult but with Reuben helping behind the scenes, Isabel had been able to pull it off. It had been months now and she'd done a good job establishing herself. Isabel always had a good reputation at her previous brothel and she had a good amount of clients there, ones that she knew would follow her to her new place. The promise of a better life and being treated better was enough to get several of the best girls to follow her as well. Isabel wanted to make sure they were taken care of and while they were also the best, that meant their loyal clients would follow them too. Was it a bit conniving on her part? Probably. But Isabel didn't care. This was her life and she was going to do everything within her power to make sure it was everything she wanted and deserved.
The idea of not taking clients at the moment was because she was far too busy making sure everything was running smoothly. Eventually, Isabel considered the idea of returning to taking some clients but as her business was on the higher end of town and had the higher end clients, she did not worry too much about it. They could charge more and hopefully some of her girls would be able to get out of this life to be a mistress. So long as they left on good terms, Isabel had no problem welcoming them back whenever the man changed his mind about them.
Her office door flung open and Isabel looked up from her desk, less than amused by the intruder. James Vaughn. It had been several months since she'd been him but she was surprised to see him here. Isabel would have thought he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to find her here. Surely, another whore at the brothel would have sufficed. "You can't afford me anymore," she said with a smirk. "Besides, didn't think you'd waste all this time trekking down here. Miss me that much?" She asked.
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Post by James Vaughn on Dec 28, 2021 2:10:14 GMT
i have sworn TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS Couldn't afford her anymore? Vaughn scoffed at the very notion, disbelieving it for even a moment. She added on that she did not think he would waste this time tracking her down and she was indeed right for it had previously occurred to him . . . how much time was wasted indeed. "Only parts of you," he told her crudely, in response to her suggestion of missing him. "Certainly not your ability to draw out conversation," he added on, moving closer towards her.
"Have you forgotten, that I can always afford you," he told her with a smirk, though there was a firmness to his voice too. Despite the growing risk of his endeavours, they still proved to be fruitful; still profitable. So long as he did not have to keep diluting this profit between many others. He was however, still captain and that brought with it, certain luxuries. "Now take off your clothes," he told her, clear demand in his voice. "Unless you have forgotten how to do that too," he joked mockingly.
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Post by Isabel Mayfield on Dec 28, 2021 2:41:00 GMT
His comments didn't bother her, as Isabel was used to them and had heard far worse, often from him, during her days. Part of her thought he said these things to get a reaction from her but the other part of her knew he said them because he truly did not care. Either way, it was no concern of hers. Still, Isabel found herself chuckling about his comment regarding her drawing out conversations. Their conversations had never been the best and maybe that's what he liked about her. Isabel had seen whores who tried to have conversations with their clients after sex but that was not something Isabel tried to do. If the man initiated conversation then she would oblige but she was not the chatty sort.
"Hmm, I don't think you can," Isabel mused. She was teasing, of course. She was well aware he could afford her even though her rates had gone up significantly since opening her own place. Because of that, some clients had gone to other girls which she was perfectly content with. Isabel knew she needed to work to survive but with her ability to run this business, it was just a different type of work. His demand to take off her clothes didn't phase her, and Isabel simply gave him a look from across her desk. "Must have slipped my mind. Perhaps it will re-appear when you remember your bloody manners," Isabel snapped. The way he spoke to her didn't usually bother her and in fact, it had a way of making her want him more. But she was exhausted and he was being a demanding child. Isabel closed a notebook and leaned back in her chair, eyes almost challenging him. "I run this place. Things are different now. If you don't like it, I'm sure you can find adequate whores elsewhere." Because as much as he didn't need her, she didn't need him. Of course, she was still challenging him. Seeing what he would do.
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