Bottoms Up

[Keya]

Find the pirate. Find the good. Some jobs were easier than others. Unlike most girls, Keya didn't bind her hair back, which always drew stares. When she wanted to blend in, she could. Bind her hair, dress plain, look down. No one looked back. However, tonight she was on the hunt. Slumming it wasn't her normal favorite thing, but when you looked for a sailor you started in the docks. And followed the scent of sea to the nearest taverns, brothels, or darken ally ways where they could so often be found. While she liked a good sailor, she rather find one about to go to sea and clean--not one coming back from it.

Yet there for thoughts for another night, as tonight she was looking for information. Not a tumble.

Walking into tavern where she was told he might be, Keya paused at the bar to ask for him to be pointed out. Turning her head, she took in the sight of the man with a bar maid on his lap, his hand up her skirt. It took her not even a moment to decide to take the girl's place. Some men were meant to enjoyed before you demanded things from them. This one looked well built.

Walking slowly up to the couple, Keya reached for and threaded her fingers into the girl's hair. Waiting until the girl blinked up at her with a smile, Keya then tightened her hold and pulled the girl off. "Fetch the adults a drink." Turning to back to the man she needed--and wanted--Keya gestured to his lap. "Is this seat taken?"

James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Keya

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Being at sea for significant amounts of time could leave a man rather . . . unfulfilled. So upon his return to ground, he often sought that initial release; pent up frustrations finding way to bring him ease. And, it was how he enjoyed spending majority of his time in the city. Tonight, that time had been spent in the company of a bar maid, having initially ordered a drink before desiring something stronger to satisfy him. He had her on top of his lap, his hand having made way up and under her dress while she giggled at his wicked words of what he wanted to do to her. Hell, he would do it right here if need be. But before he could even get to any such actions, she was pulled off of him . . . the warmth of her body gone and the desire that was building, waned.

Vaughn did not move, remaining in his seat with his back leaned against the wall. Now ordinarily, a man would be most agitated when a woman was pulled from his grasp. But in this case . . . a woman, far more beautiful than the one he had been enjoying replaced her. And, her question demonstrated just how sufficiently she would replace her indeed. Vaughn's eyes slowly moved over the stranger, taking in every detail of her form, particularly the parts that made her the woman that she was. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he eventually met her gaze, he demeanour still relaxed while tilting his head slightly to the side. "Not at all," he finally answered after getting a good look at her. "In fact, it is quite ready and sturdy for you." His words holding a clear tone of suggestive innuendo, as he expected her to sit down upon it.

[Keya]

He did not seem to care that she a removed what would have been a quick and unsatisfying tumble. In fact he seemed unfazed, as if this happened often with him. It mattered not if he was good at hiding his surprise or if his was common for him. Keya was where she wanted to be. "How convenient." That his lap was ready for her, when she had wanted to sit on it anyway.

Keya held his gaze as she lowered herself on to his lap, making sure her hip brushed this trousers so she could get a small preview of what was in store for her. "That's promising," she admitted, before settling in, lifting her arm to rest on his shoulder to hold herself closer. Her dress was slightly better than the other girls in here, suggesting she had some coin, but was not rich. Which their dresses where made of loose skirts and a tucked in top and apron over it, Keya had a dress that was simple, yet one whole piece. Thinner as well, as it wasn't made to last through so much wear. Which meant she could feel the heat from him.

The information she was supposed to get could wait. Right now she wanted that heat on her skin, and that size she had just felt . . she wanted it working too.

James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Keya

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Vaughn smirked as she seated herself comfortably on him, speaking of just how convenient it was that his lap was ready for her. "Much like finding you here." She was either seeking him out for something or -- well who gave a damn anyway. She was good company and one of the more beautiful ones. So he would accept and allow it.

Letting out a slight groan at the sensation of her hips rubbing against him, his hand went to the back of her head, his fingers weaving through her hair, as if to keep her in place. "I'm in no mood for a tease," he told her bluntly, with a continued smirk upon his features. "So you either talk, or we'll find other ways to occupy that mouth of yours." Because it had been a long while, and Keya had already thrown the bar maid to the side that he had been working on. So, she had better give him something. Or he would become rather displeased.