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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ don't talk to her about efficiency bich she's the most efficient person she knows 💢
which is why she's kind of mad that the woman before her is right. this is a more efficient way of doing this, and the faster either of them can get to four wins, the better. just wish the dice is kinder to ishmael in particular, but then again, life has yet to go her way so far. not even the beautiful cuntress before her can make it more enticing for her what with being talked down and all :/
and so! she's not even going to answer that!! with words, at least. instead, she's going to wordlessly hold coquelic by the cheek and crush her lips against the other woman's, her tongue already demanding entry into her mouth. while it's true that she's kissed someone before, it's nothing this heated -- but ishmael can never let her find out. not that her inexperience won't show in her clumsy movements anyway. ]
[ She likes the spirit and spunk this woman has, so she smiles into the kiss, awkward and bumbling as it is when she starts. The way she just shoves her tongue into her mouth with little finesse or technique isn't that appealing, but she lets it happen anyway, if only to give her something to stand over her about later. Giving a sultry hum, she tips her head a bit to the side, reaching out with a hand to rest on the side of her neck, pushing back against her tongue and lips languidly, almost lazily.
Feeling merciful, she tries to guide her through a few passes of their lips, playfully tugging at her bottom lip, letting her feel out the rhythm of kissing someone deeply like this, hot and intermittent. When she thinks she's sufficiently had her fill to claim her win, she sits back, their lips clinging to one another before separating entirely. ]
Well, [ She gives her a little (condescending) peck to the corner of her mouth, staying leaned in close. Their breaths are still mingling. ] You get an A in effort... I guess.
[ she hates to admit it, but this woman is a pretty good kisser. then again, most of the people here must've had more experience than her, who came from a rather repressed environment. no time to be kissing your coworkers when your life's always on peril. she follows along coquelic's guidance, slowing down her movements as she softly moans into the lady's mouth, leaning against her forehead when they finally break the kiss.
that was... exhilarating. and there's no hiding the deep blush forming across ishmael's freckled cheeks either, no matter how much she's frowning about it. doesn't help that she was just kissing an admittedly gorgeous woman just now. maybe a little too gorgeous. ishmael can't help but feel lowkey threatened at that. ]
...I'll take it.
[ although, she can afford to be a little smug about it as she finally pulls back and picks up the dice to roll.
a 5 and a 12. damn. ]
Hm. [ she raises a callused finger and taps the tip of coquelic's nose. cute. ] Consider this a breather after all that.
[ She blinks when the tip of her nose is tapped, crimson eyes a bit wider than usual for a brief moment, not expecting the touch to be so feathery and light. The skin on the pads of her fingers is calloused, she could feel that much. But usually, when she pokes and prods people like this, they start getting a little less than gentle with her, whether out of fluster or out of actual anger.
Not that there's anything wrong with this turn of events. It's quaint, and she wants to see if she can push the woman farther, see more of that flush on her fair skin. ]
Hah. How juvenile.
[ And by that, she means boring. One finger twirls around a long strand of her hair while she retrieves the dice and rolls again, 12 and 3. Grind on chest?
She clicks her tongue, letting out a whimsical sigh and waving a hand at her like she's a servant. ]
You're better off laying on your back for this, [ Which she is saying with complete certainty, like she's expecting the other woman to go along on the ride with her. Like, she's not gonna be the one to refuse. Unabashedly, she gives a lingering look to her chest, sizing it up in her mind, wondering how she should go about it... ] Unless you want to make me do all the work, sprout.
[ make no mistake, ishmael is on being gentle not because she takes pity on miss coco. she's doing it out of spite because fuck you if you want to get rough with her :/
but with the next dice roll, she has no choice but to give the other woman just that. she almost opens her mouth to turn down this ridiculous prompt, but then stops herself. she knows that she's at an utter disadvantage as a newcomer who's strapped for cash and prominence. she should be thankful that this woman was willing to continue playing with her despite that rather sloppy kiss just now. but no, she's going to bite that dainty hand that feeds her.
so for now, she's going to follow coco's lead, even going so far as to sweep the table clear of the dice and other unimportant shit before lying her back down on it. from here, she's going to unbutton her dress shirt, revealing her freckled titties paywalled behind a black lace bra because ain't no way she's going to let this woman see them bare if she wants to rub her pussy on her not-so-washboard chest. ]
...Just get it over with. Might as well put up with your bullshit until we're done with all this.
[ She stifles a laugh while she clears off the table with a sweep of her arm, tapping her fingers along her lips. This is getting more fun the more disgruntled the other woman becomes, she can't lie. Plus, she's had luck on her side tonight with these dice rolls; it's hard to stop playing when you feel like you're having a good night at the casino. ]
"Get it over with?" Not very sportsmanship like...
[ Her words are wispy, the teasing nature of her voice more natural than put upon. If it's getting it over with she wants, though, she's happy to oblige. One of her hands reaches out to brace against the other woman's collarbone, flexing her fingers so that her sharp, elongated nails dig into the pale, freckled flesh there. From there, it's easy enough to hoist herself up onto the other woman's body — Coquelic is lithe and graceful, easily slotting herself right up against her torso. She settles her weight there on her stomach for a short moment, maybe to take a breather, or maybe to luxuriate in the feeling of sitting on top of someone — someone who's frustrated and embarrassed at that. ]
At least you've got a cute bra. [ With her free hand, she runs a nail along the lace of the cup, before lifting her hips and resting her weight on the swell of her breast. ] Almost looks a little small for you.
[ And with that to the side comment about Ishmael's not so washboard chest, she grinds her hips forward deliberately and shamelessly, a smirk barely present on her lips while she stares down at the other woman, eyes alight with mischief. ]
[ there's nothing sportsmanlike about this entire affair, ishmael would like to insist. here she is, half-clothed and on full display at a table, ready to be sat and ridden on like some sort of furniture. at least coquelic knows how to put on a show of straddling her chest without making it look awkward -- but it is inherently sexy no matter how it's done, isn't it.
either way, coco's words just now is making her seethe, yet the way she strokes a finger alongside her breast is enough to drag a soft, shuddering breathe out of her -- followed by a loud gasp when the other woman ruts against her chest. she breaks eye contact from coco instantly, panting as she looks sideways from sheer embarrassment and humiliation. grinding on her chest is one thing, but doing it on her boobs kind of hurt??? so she's going to shift underneath her so that coco's not going ham on her nipple or something. ]
Shit, can't you fucking... ah, slow down--?!
[ ain't no way coco's actually going to dryhump her boob fr. ishmael is so judging her for this later. for now, she has no choice but to take it, squirming with every undulation of coco's hips, her leg coming up on the table for support so that she doesn't completely fall off. the audience goes wild at this display, and ishmael feels like she's gonna faint at any second now. ]
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which is why she's kind of mad that the woman before her is right. this is a more efficient way of doing this, and the faster either of them can get to four wins, the better. just wish the dice is kinder to ishmael in particular, but then again, life has yet to go her way so far. not even the beautiful cuntress before her can make it more enticing for her what with being talked down and all :/
and so! she's not even going to answer that!! with words, at least. instead, she's going to wordlessly hold coquelic by the cheek and crush her lips against the other woman's, her tongue already demanding entry into her mouth. while it's true that she's kissed someone before, it's nothing this heated -- but ishmael can never let her find out. not that her inexperience won't show in her clumsy movements anyway. ]
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Feeling merciful, she tries to guide her through a few passes of their lips, playfully tugging at her bottom lip, letting her feel out the rhythm of kissing someone deeply like this, hot and intermittent. When she thinks she's sufficiently had her fill to claim her win, she sits back, their lips clinging to one another before separating entirely. ]
Well, [ She gives her a little (condescending) peck to the corner of her mouth, staying leaned in close. Their breaths are still mingling. ] You get an A in effort... I guess.
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that was... exhilarating. and there's no hiding the deep blush forming across ishmael's freckled cheeks either, no matter how much she's frowning about it. doesn't help that she was just kissing an admittedly gorgeous woman just now. maybe a little too gorgeous. ishmael can't help but feel lowkey threatened at that. ]
...I'll take it.
[ although, she can afford to be a little smug about it as she finally pulls back and picks up the dice to roll.
a 5 and a 12. damn. ]
Hm. [ she raises a callused finger and taps the tip of coquelic's nose. cute. ] Consider this a breather after all that.
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Not that there's anything wrong with this turn of events. It's quaint, and she wants to see if she can push the woman farther, see more of that flush on her fair skin. ]
Hah. How juvenile.
[ And by that, she means boring. One finger twirls around a long strand of her hair while she retrieves the dice and rolls again, 12 and 3. Grind on chest?
She clicks her tongue, letting out a whimsical sigh and waving a hand at her like she's a servant. ]
You're better off laying on your back for this, [ Which she is saying with complete certainty, like she's expecting the other woman to go along on the ride with her. Like, she's not gonna be the one to refuse. Unabashedly, she gives a lingering look to her chest, sizing it up in her mind, wondering how she should go about it... ] Unless you want to make me do all the work, sprout.
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but with the next dice roll, she has no choice but to give the other woman just that. she almost opens her mouth to turn down this ridiculous prompt, but then stops herself. she knows that she's at an utter disadvantage as a newcomer who's strapped for cash and prominence. she should be thankful that this woman was willing to continue playing with her despite that rather sloppy kiss just now. but no, she's going to bite that dainty hand that feeds her.
so for now, she's going to follow coco's lead, even going so far as to sweep the table clear of the dice and other unimportant shit before lying her back down on it. from here, she's going to unbutton her dress shirt, revealing her freckled titties paywalled behind a black lace bra because ain't no way she's going to let this woman see them bare if she wants to rub her pussy on her not-so-washboard chest. ]
...Just get it over with. Might as well put up with your bullshit until we're done with all this.
[ she wants to get even soooooo badddddd ]
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"Get it over with?" Not very sportsmanship like...
[ Her words are wispy, the teasing nature of her voice more natural than put upon. If it's getting it over with she wants, though, she's happy to oblige. One of her hands reaches out to brace against the other woman's collarbone, flexing her fingers so that her sharp, elongated nails dig into the pale, freckled flesh there. From there, it's easy enough to hoist herself up onto the other woman's body — Coquelic is lithe and graceful, easily slotting herself right up against her torso. She settles her weight there on her stomach for a short moment, maybe to take a breather, or maybe to luxuriate in the feeling of sitting on top of someone — someone who's frustrated and embarrassed at that. ]
At least you've got a cute bra. [ With her free hand, she runs a nail along the lace of the cup, before lifting her hips and resting her weight on the swell of her breast. ] Almost looks a little small for you.
[ And with that to the side comment about Ishmael's not so washboard chest, she grinds her hips forward deliberately and shamelessly, a smirk barely present on her lips while she stares down at the other woman, eyes alight with mischief. ]
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either way, coco's words just now is making her seethe, yet the way she strokes a finger alongside her breast is enough to drag a soft, shuddering breathe out of her -- followed by a loud gasp when the other woman ruts against her chest. she breaks eye contact from coco instantly, panting as she looks sideways from sheer embarrassment and humiliation. grinding on her chest is one thing, but doing it on her boobs kind of hurt??? so she's going to shift underneath her so that coco's not going ham on her nipple or something. ]
Shit, can't you fucking... ah, slow down--?!
[ ain't no way coco's actually going to dryhump her boob fr. ishmael is so judging her for this later. for now, she has no choice but to take it, squirming with every undulation of coco's hips, her leg coming up on the table for support so that she doesn't completely fall off. the audience goes wild at this display, and ishmael feels like she's gonna faint at any second now. ]