Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

Bethany stares a moment, not sure of how to deal with that. Oh Gods, Carver would implode, melt and gibber. "Huh. That's... huh. I'll... have to think about that," she finally says. Right, dress. Okay. Just... slip it off. No big deal. Just... Taking one last hit before passing it back to free her hands, Beth undoes the belt around her dress. Giving Brianne a wan smile, she slips it off, then neatly folds it and sets it on the dress. She's already removed her shoes, leaving her in just a pair of simple white cotton knickers and matching breastband.

[GamesMaster]

"Good. Come sit." 

Brienne sits beside her, looking her over. "Ya'll get some clients sometimes as are shy, so ya'll need to start over smallclothes. Like so," she demonstrates, pressing her palm over Beth's breast, massaging gently. "Iffin' ya lay back, like so," she adds, pushing her until she's laying across the bed, perpendicular to the pillow axis, and curls up to her side. 

"Ya can get access to the breast and flower at once," she adds, moving her other hand to press over the top of Beth's panties. "Most whores don' kiss, much. Don' care much about your pleasure neither, they ain't payin' for you to get off. Just focus on them. What makes 'em moan, do more of."

[Bethany]

Beth's breath catches in her throat at the touch. It's different than Mar's. Less... and more. Brianne's more skilled, certainly. But my heart doesn't sing. It's liiiiiiiik- oh wow, that felt- "Wh- What was that?" she gasps, hips bucking. "Felt like- like getting shocked in the best way."

[GamesMaster]

"That's yer pearl," says Brianne with a grin. "Ye'll want to find that. Most gals, that's the secret." 

Unceremoniously, she slides Beth's panties off, tracing a finger over her anatomy. "'s nestled in the petals, see. Here's one petal, here's another, and right here," she adds, stroking the anatomy gently, "is yer pearl."

[Bethany]

Yes! Yes it is! "I- I um, yes. I thought- I thought the, umm, tunnel was... the focus but that's... wow."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne makes another dismissive noise. "Kch. Nah. Menfolk care about the tunnel. Gals care about the pearl, most-like. Ye'll need to know what to do with a tunnel, a'course. For you, for starting out, yer gonna want fingers, like so:"

And, again unceremoniously, she slides a finger inside Beth. 

"One finger, two fingers, maybe three once in a while." She moves her hand from Beth's breast, placing her thumb over the pearl. "Work 'em both unless yer asked not to. Pearl gets 'em done faster, usually. Means more time for clients." She works her finger in and out, using her thumb skillfully on the aforementioned pearl. "that's one act, fingerin'."

[Bethany]

"Ah! That's... it feels better than- without the pearl," Bethany offers after a moment, breathing a bit fast. "Tried- tried before, on myself, but... oh!" She licks her lips, eyes closing a partway. Out of instinct, she reaches over to run a hand down Brianne's back, cupping her bum and squeezing gently.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne's tail flicks. "You'll want ta negotiate in advance what yer' doin on them. Generally one completion, generally one method, or they pay more. Pimp usually does that part for us, but we've been managing okay."

She withdraws her fingers. "Act two, the tongue. Ya really wanna focus on the pearl in this case: you go around it, up and down it, or across it." She demonstrates with her finger where she means by each statement. "Like this:" 

And she leans forward, applying her tongue to the same patterns. Surprisingly, it's rough: her tongue grates a bit, catching on Beth's skin, like low-grade sandpaper. 

[Bethany]

Her breath whooshes out in a rush, hips bucking up. Ah! That's... good but- "Rough. Your tongue, it's.. Feels good but... also not." Fingers felt better, I think. But if her tongue was smoother... gods! Okay, that was- okay, wow. 

[GamesMaster]

She lifts her head. "Yah. Cats like it rough, everyone knows that. We're built that way. ya go to a cat for that sort of play. human girls like you, much smoother, nicer. Softer. I can teach ya rough play, but ya probably wanna take normal clients first, get used to it."

Brianne slides further up toward Beth's head, then. "But, okay, so ya got a client that wants fingers. Ya do like so, maybe, one hand up here, on the nips," she says, moving one hand back up to undo Beth's breastband and play with her nipple. "Roll it, pinch it, run your thumb over it. Same as the pearl."

She really kicks into gear then, moving her fingers over Beth's breast and her pearl, watching her face. "Ya feel that? Coming on?"

[Bethany]

"Ahhh, ye-eah, Lie a... pressure, in my gut. Warm and... ah! T-too fast, too fast," Bethany pants out, body trembling. One hand grips the bedsheet, the other blindly gropes and finds Brianne's shoulder to clutch to. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, I feel...." Her eyes close and she turns her face towards Brianne, biting down on her lip almost painfully hard.

[GamesMaster]

"Let go," says Brienne, and as Bethany complies, pleasure floods her, overwhelming her senses, nearly drowning her. 

When she can breathe and think again, Brianne is petting her stomach slowly, her hand slick with the girl's juices. "There," she says, as Beth focuses on her. "That's what you're aiming for. They come in, they tell you what they want, you get payment up front, you finish them, they leave. That's the job."

[Bethany]

That sounds so... "Cold," Bethany murmurs a touch sadly. This felt... more pleasurable than it was with Mar but... lesser. Still. I guess it's... it's like the difference between making Carver a new sweater and making one to sell at market. Seeing family wearing something I made was better but it didn't help pay for a new dining room table. "Right then."

[GamesMaster]

"Girl," laughs Brianne. "Ain't no romantics in this business. Now. Yer gonna need a specialty if you want to get paid good." She glances her over. "How are you at seeming younger?"

[Bethany]

"Uh... like... acting silly and innocent?" Bethany asks, confused.