Cheshire Haze: Nestled just off the main road, beyond a copse of trees, sits a beautiful, 3-Story Victorian Mansion. Lovingly restored and enhanced to create a refuge of unparalleled relaxation and rejuvenation, the newly crowned 'Cheshire Haze' has become a popular destination for tourists and locals alike. Rich mahogany paneling, crystal chandeliers, plush carpeting, and antique furnishings of the highest quality set the stage as you open the heavy doors. You are immediately greeted by an white-furred Catgirl, wearing a long kimono adorned with Sakura blosoms. "Welcome to Cheshire Haze, ~nya! My name is Callie, and I'll be your hostess for the evening." She bows deeply at the waist, causing her furry ears and tail to bounce merrily. As she rises, her wide smile showcases her needle-like pointed teeth and bright amber eyes. "Visitors to Cheshire Haze have many options at their disposal. To the North, you'll find our bistro, 'Nine Lives'. Sip your favorite beverage while our catgirl waitresses attend to your every need, from refilling your cup to giving you cheek nuzzles. Come in for a midday pick-me-up or stay for hours enjoying the cozy ambiance. "To the East, you'll find our 'Kitty Cafe'. This is a self-serve restaurant and bar, with plenty of roaming catgirls to keep you company. Strike up a conversation, give them belly rubs, or toss around a ball of ~nyarn! "To the West you'll find our 'Feline Fancies' Spa. We boast the latest techniques to pamper the body and soothe the soul, with beautiful and skilled catgirl massage therapists, aestheticians and bath attendants to melt away your stresses with their nurturing touch." Her knowing gaze turns a shade darker. "Finally, to the South you'll find 'Pussycat Playthings', which offers a private oasis to get to know our catgirls in a more... personal setting. Our buodoirs are fully stocked, totally discrete, and completely soundproof." Her ears perk back up as she returns to her bubbly disposition. "So, where would you like to relax today, ~nyan?" Jack: [OOC:Describe Callie in detail.] Cheshire Haze: Callie stands before you, her fur gleaming pearly white in the soft lighting. She has an athletic yet curvy figure, enhanced by the snug silk kimono that clings to her body. Beneath the hem, her legs end in soft white paws with pink pads. A long, fluffy tail swishes behind her, curling up at the tip. Her face is heart-shaped, with a small button nose and wide, almond-shaped eyes colored a vivid amber. Delicate whiskers sprout from her cheeks, and her ears are large, pointed and adorned with pink silk bows that match the sash around her waist. Her hair is long, straight and snowy white, topped by a pair of furry ears. It hangs loose down her back, save for two sections on either side of her face which have been pulled back and secured with pink silk bows. Atop her head perches a circle of fresh Sakura blossoms, pinned in place just behind her ears. Around her neck is a thick pink ribbon collar with a dangling heart-shaped tag engraved with her name, 'Callie'. Her sharp teeth and pointed canines are visible every time she smiles, which seems to be quite frequently. Despite her almost alarming dentition, her demeanor remains bubbly, playful and inviting. Overall she presents the picture of youth, vitality and carefully cultivated kawaii. From her ribbon bows to the flower crown and kimono, every detail of her ensemble seems designed to portray a coy and cutesy femininity. She is clearly quite at home in her role as the face that greets each visitor to Cheshire Haze. Jack: I turn my head and look in each direction as she points out the options, though my eyes always dart to her ears, my hand reaching out of its own accord to pat her head before I even realize what I'm doing. After a few, I lift it awkwardly away, clearing my throat. "Are the cats in each area exclusive to them?" Cheshire Haze: Callie lets out a delighted squeak as your hand makes contact with her head, leaning into your touch enthusiastically. Her purr rumbles to life, a deep and rumbling sound, as you stroke between her silky ears. When you lift your hand away, she pouts briefly before her smile returns. "The catgirls do tend to prefer certain areas, ~nyan, but we are allowed to roam as we please during our breaks. While I usually greet our visitors here, I enjoy spending time in the Spa and occasionally the Bistro. The Kitty Cafe and Playthings areas have their own dedicated staff, but any catgirl can sign up to pick up an extra shift if she likes." Her tail swishes excitedly at the prospect. "The variety keeps things interesting! We all have our favorite spots, but a change of scenery - and clientele - is always a welcome treat." She tilts her head, regarding you with open curiosity. "Is there a particular type of catgirl you prefer, or an area of the establishment you're especially interested in enjoying today?" Her eyes glint knowingly as she adds in a lower, teasing tone, "I'm happy to give you a guided tour, if you'd like..." Jack: "Oh?" He's surprised that she seemed to like the stroking, the love of pets being more a dog thing than a cat thing. He lets his hand falls back down to stroke her before he speaks. "Please, show me around Callie." Cheshire Haze: Callie's cheeks pinken slightly at your continued affection, her purr growing louder. She leans into your touch eagerly, tail curling in delight. "Of course, I would be happy to give you the grand tour!" She chirps. "Right this way..." Turning on her heel, Callie leads you down the East hall toward the 'Kitty Cafe'. The walls here are decorated in a traditional Japanese style, with silk screens painted with scenes of cherry blossom trees and koi ponds. Lanterns glow with a warm, amber light. "As I mentioned, the Kitty Cafe is very casual. Guests can get refreshments and snacks at the front counter, then relax in one of our many lounging areas while being entertained by roaming catgirls. We have manga libraries, game rooms, even private zen gardens for a more serene experience." She gestures to a pair of catgirls sprawled out in a patch of sunlight, tails twined together as they nap. "The soft futons and cozy nooks often prove quite irresistible, even for us, ~nyan!" she remarks with a giggle. Continuing down the hall, she leads you to the double doors of the 'Feline Fancies' Spa. Pushing them open, the scent of jasmine and lavender wafts out. "Our spa offers holistic treatments designed to pamper you from head to toe. Massages, facials, mud baths, and of course our signature 'kitty cuddles' - a full-body massage where you're surrounded by a pile of purring catgirls." She winks playfully. "That one is especially popular with our male clients." Jack: "I can't imagine why." He replies with a shake of his head, in a dead tone, making sure to give her head more attention whenever they stop in place. "How terrible would it be to be buried in catgirls. Oh, the horror." He continues, the blank affect of his voice making the sarcasm obvious. Cheshire Haze: Callie giggles at your deadpan sarcasm, clearly not fooled. Her purr grows louder as you lavish attention on her head, rubbing between her silky ears in a way that makes her eyes slit in pleasure. "Oh yes, just dreadful. I can see why the thought of being pampered within an inch of your life by a clowder of doting catgirls would be utterly horrific." She bats her lashes at you playfully. "My mistake, I shall be sure to warn all future visitors of the dangers that await them in our spa. Safety first!" Continuing the tour, she leads you further down the hall. "Next we have the 'Nine Lives Bistro', our casual cafe and coffeeshop. We offer artisanal coffees, teas, pastries and light fare. The outdoor patios are lovely this time of year, and we frequently have live music on our garden stage for entertainment." At the end of the hall looms a set of ornate double doors. Callie pauses before them, her playful demeanor shifting subtly. "And finally, we have the 'Pussycat Playthings' wing. As I mentioned, this area provides private buodoirs for those seeking... quality time... with one of our catgirls." Her eyes slant your way, gaze turning sultry. "Whatever fantasies you may have, we aim to fulfill them. Discretion and satisfaction are our highest priorities here." She lays a hand on the door handle, head tilted in silent query. "Would you care to peek inside, or shall we continue back to the foyer?" Jack: "Let's take a look. Can't miss the the most fun place, can we?" Cheshire Haze: Callie's smile turns knowing as she opens one of the doors and gestures you inside. "Certainly not. Welcome to Pussycat Playthings, where your every desire will be fulfilled..." Beyond lies a plushly appointed lounge, walls draped in rich velvet hangings. Scattered about are overstuffed loveseats, divans and cushions, some partially obscured behind decorative screens. Everything is bathed in the glow of candlelight and infused with the heady scent of exotic perfumes. Soft moans, mewls and other dubious sounds can be faintly heard in the distance, muffled behind the numerous closed doors lining the periphery. Callie notes your interest in the noises and grins, teeth gleaming. "Behind each of those doors lies a private boudoir, fully stocked and soundproofed for our guests' pleasure. Whatever activities may transpire within, I assure you, are kept in the strictest confidence." Her gaze cuts away as another catgirl emerges from one of the rooms, her fur mussed and outfit askew. Spotting Callie, the catgirl dips into a quick curtsy and hurries off down the hall, a secretive smile on her lips. Callie's attention returns to you, eyes glinting slyly. "As you can see, this wing is aptly named. Our catgirls are quite... enthusiastic... in attending to our patrons' needs. If ever you wish to visit Pussycat Playthings again, you'll find me more than happy to personally see to your entertainment." With a coquettish wink, she leads you back out into the hall and pushes the doors firmly shut behind you. "And that concludes our tour. I do hope you found everything to your satisfaction, ~nyan?" Jack: "Everything looks quite nice." He agrees with a nod, his fingers already scratching between her ears again. "Now to the less pleasant part of the tour, I suppose. How much is this going to cost me, Callie?" Cheshire Haze: Callie's purr rumbles contentedly as you scratch between her ears, her eyes closing in feline pleasure. "I'm delighted to hear you enjoyed the facilities! As for pricing..." She opens her eyes once more, expression turning apologetic. "I do apologize, but as the Spa's hostess, I am not actually privy to the exact fees for our services. Those details are handled by our business manager and accountant." Tilting her head, she continues, "In general though, you can expect to pay a nominal entrance fee for use of the common areas - the cafe, lounges and spa. Private or group services, as well as the Pussycat Playthings facilities, are billed at an hourly rate and vary depending on which catgirl(s) you book time with, and what activities are involved." Her tone turns playful again as she adds, "Of course, I would be more than happy to arrange a private consultation so we can determine appropriate fees for any services I may personally provide you, ~nyan~" The implication in her words is clear as she gazes up at you through lowered lashes. "All payments are discreetly handled prior to rendering services. We accept both cash and all major credit cards to suit our clients' preferences for anonymity." Tilting her head to the other side, she asks, "Does this help explain our general pricing policy? As hostess, I want to ensure all guests feel fully informed before enjoying Cheshire Haze's amenities." Jack: "Would you now?" He asks, his thumb tracing the line of her ear up and down. "I think I'd enjoy that, but don't you have duties to attend to out here?" Cheshire Haze: Callie's purr hitches at your caress along her ear, eyes closing briefly in pleasure. When they open again, her gaze is heavy-lidded and coy. "While I do have responsibilities in greeting our guests, I am permitted scheduled breaks to... recharge. During those times, I am available to provide whatever personal services our clients may require." She leans into your touch, tail curling behind her. "If you wish to book some private time with me, I can assure you, you shall have my undivided attention." Her eyes slide away briefly as another group of visitors enters through the front doors before returning to you. "However, you are correct that for now, I should return to my duties as hostess. Will you be staying on to enjoy more of what Cheshire Haze has to offer today?" She clasps her hands before her, trying and failing to look demure. "If so, please feel free to request me by name for any private engagements or... follow up consultations. It would be my pleasure to attend to you personally." The implication in her tone leaves little doubt as to just what kind of 'personal' services she is offering. Head tilted, she awaits your decision, smile playful and gaze inviting. Jack: "Go on, do your job, Callie. I meet in in the Cafe when you're on break. I'd like to have that 'consultation' with you later." Cheshire Haze: "Purrrfect, I shall look forward to it!" Callie chirps happily, giving a playful wink. "Do enjoy yourself in the cafe and lounges. I will come find you as soon as I have finished attending to the newest guests." With a swish of her tail, she turns and hurries off to greet the group that just entered, calling out a cheerful welcome. Her enthusiasm and bubbly demeanor show no sign of being forced - she seems genuinely delighted at the prospect of a private 'consultation' with you later. Left to your own devices, the various wings of Cheshire Haze are open for you to explore at your leisure until Callie becomes available again. The Kitty Cafe and lounge areas provide ideal spots to relax, enjoy a drink or light meal and perhaps the company of other roaming catgirls. Or, if you prefer, the spa facilities are fully open and staffed, ready to soothe away the stress of the outside world. Whichever you choose, Callie will surely come find you once her hostess duties are fulfilled and she is ready to give you her undivided and personal attention for a private consultation, as promised. The anticipation of just what that may entail hangs in the air... Jack: I head to the cafe, cracking my neck as I walk with just the slightest hint of a spring in my step. The hostess was *very* cute, and he was as pleased as she was at the thought of a future meeting. He takes a good look around when he arrives, seeing if anything would catch his attention here. Cheshire Haze: The Nine Lives Bistro is stylishly decorated in shades of emerald, gold and cream. Round tables are scattered about, each with a vase of fresh tiger lilies as a centerpiece. waitresses cute uniforms consisting of black mini skirts and ruffled lace tops. Several guests are already seated, chatting with catgirls or enjoying refreshments. Soft piano music plays from hidden speakers, mingling with the murmur of voices and clink of dishes. A pixie-cut Abyssinian spots you looking around and hurries over, menu in hand and bell chiming merrily from her collar. "Welcome to the Nine Lives Bistro! My name is Jasmine. Would you care for a table, or will you be joining one of our lounges today?" Before you can respond, another catgirl saunters out from the kitchen, bearing a tray of pastries which she begins arranging in the display case by the counter. She is a petite Scottish Fold with silver-dipped fur, wearing a frilly apron over her uniform. Glancing up, she notices you and Jasmine, and her eyes widen in recognition. With a gasp, the little Fold hurries over, nearly toppling her tray in the process. "You're the gentleman Callie gave a private tour to, aren't you?" she chirps excitedly. "She told me all about you! I'm Colette, one of Callie's closest friends." Her eyes gleam eagerly as she clasps her paws before her. "Tell me, what did you think of our dear hostess? Isn't she just the sweetest?" Jasmine stifles a giggle at her friend's exuberance, shaking her head in amusement. Clearly, any private details of your earlier time with Callie have already been shared amongst her circle, at the very least. Awaiting your response, the two catgirls gaze at you in unconcealed curiosity. Jack: Jack glances around in confusion briefly, not sure how he ended up in the Bistro instead of cafe, but just goes with it: if this is what fate decreed, it can't be helped. At the appearance of not one, but two catgirls, he can't help but smile and nod. "Yes, she was quite the cute little kitty." He says. "I appear to have somehow gotten turned around, I was headed towards the cafe. It wouldn't do to be missing from my own suggested meeting point, so I'll have to be going. Nice to meet you two." He says, giving each a headpat and ear scratches. Cheshire Haze: Both catgirls purr delightedly at your affectionate headpats and ear scratches, leaning into your touch. "It was lovely to meet you as well!" Colette chirps. "And of course, we understand you mustn't keep Callie waiting. She would be simply crushed if you weren't there for your 'consultation'." Her eyes gleam knowingly at Jasmine, who giggles behind her paw. "Do enjoy your time with our dear hostess," Jasmine remarks with a wink. "We're all quite envious! Now, if you'll excuse us, we should return to our duties." With a swish of tails and a jingle of bells, the two catgirls hurry off to attend their next customers, whispering excitedly between themselves. Making your way out of the bistro and back down the hall, the 'Kitty Cafe' lounge comes into view up ahead. Several catgirls can be spotted lounging about on overstuffed cushions, while guests mill around chatting or enjoying light refreshments. Sure enough, there is Callie, seated on a plush sofa and grooming her tail. Noticing your approach, her eyes light up and she springs to her feet, hurriedly smoothing her kimono. "There you are!" she exclaims, clearly relieved. "I was afraid you may have gotten lost trying to find your way here. My apologies, I should have escorted you directly. Please, come, sit with me!" She pats the spot beside her eagerly, tail curling in anticipation behind her. "Now then, about that private 'consultation' we discussed earlier..." Her eyes gleam playfully as she leans in close, all feline grace and coy smiles. "Where shall we begin?" Jack: Jack takes the seat next to her, his arm coming around her shoulders, bending up to keep his hand in a nice stop to keep stroking her ears. He's clearly enjoying himself. "We should start with how much you're going to cost, right? After all, a regular joe like me might not be able to afford you." Cheshire Haze: Callie's purr rumbles loudly as you stroke between her ears, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure. When they open again, her gaze turns sultry. "For you, I believe I can offer a... discounted rate," she replies teasingly. "As hostess, I do have some flexibility in determining fees for private engagements." Leaning into your touch, she continues, "My standard rates are $200 per hour, with a 2 hour minimum booking. However, for such a charming and clearly cat-loving gentleman as yourself..." Her eyes gleam playfully. "...Shall we say $150 per hour?" Tilting her head, she gazes up at you through lowered lashes. "Does this sound agreeable? In return, you shall have my undivided attention and any services you may require. Your wish is my command, as they say." A coy smile tugs at her lips as she awaits your response. Callie seems more than willing to 'negotiate' further, if you wish to haggle over her fees. Alternatively, her proposed discounted rate of $150 per hour for private time with the Spa's flirtatious and eager-to-please hostess appears quite reasonable, all things considered. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as you contemplate just what manner of salacious 'services' she may have in mind... Jack: "Would you amenable to including any food, drink and other 'consumables' in that fee?" He asks, using his thumb to stroke up and down the edge of her ear again as she seemed to really enjoy that." Cheshire Haze: Callie's purr hitches and deepens at your caress along the edge of her ear, her eyes closing in delight. "Mmm, absolutely. Any refreshments or... supplies... required to enhance your experience will be included at no additional charge." Opening her eyes once more, she gazes up at you through a haze of pleasure. "For $150 per hour, you shall have my full and undivided attention, as well as anything else needed to indulge your every whim. I am here to provide whatever services will please you most, my dear guest, so do not hesitate to ask for anything your heart desires..." The implication in her tone is clear. Leaning closer, she brushes her cheek against your hand, desire written plainly in her expression. "Have we an agreement, then? I so look forward to attending to your needs personally..." Her eagerness seems genuine, as does her willingness to go above and beyond standard services in order to satisfy your wants, whatever they may be. At the proposed discounted rate, an hour or more of Callie's intimate attentions appears almost irresistible. Jack: "Agreed." He says with a nod, leaning over to nip gently at the tip of her other ear. "I trust the cafe is discreet in it's name on the bill?" He asks, almost as an afterthought. Even if it wasn't, it wouldn't stop him today, not with such kitty in front of him. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes widen and a soft gasp escapes her lips as you nip the tip of her ear. A visible shiver runs through her, and when she speaks, her voice is a husky purr. "Discretion in all things is our highest priority. You needn't worry about any indiscreet billing or paperwork." Leaning into your touch, she nuzzles against your hand, her own desire clearly mounting. "Now then, shall we proceed to one of our private lounges to begin your... consultation?" Rising to her feet, Callie offers you her hand, eyes gleaming invitingly. Her body language and tone leave little doubt as to what manner of salacious activities she has in mind for your agreed upon hour. The flash of heat in her gaze suggests she is looking forward to it at least as much as you appear to be. If you choose to take her proffered hand, Callie will guide you to an unoccupied private lounge where she is clearly prepared to make good on her promise of providing any 'services' you may require, without restraint. The knowledge that you have her undivided and intimate attentions for at least the next hour is an appealing prospect, to say the least. Will you take Callie up on her implied offer and follow where she leads? Jack: I follow her lead, my hand closing around hers as I let her pull me along. Cheshire Haze: Callie's smile turns feline as she leads you down a secluded hallway to one of the private lounges. Producing a key, she unlocks the door and ushers you inside before locking it firmly behind her. The lounge is dimly lit and lavishly furnished, with plush carpeting, silk drapes and overstuffed cushions strewn about. A side table holds a tray with refreshments and 'supplies' at the ready. Turning to face you, Callie's eyes are heavily lidded, her gaze smoldering. "Now then," she purrs, sauntering closer. "We have an agreement, and a full hour ahead of us with no interruptions. You have my undivided attention, to do with as you please." Reaching up, she traces a single fingertip down your cheek. "Your wish is my command. How may I be of service?" Callie's tone leaves no doubt as to the nature of what she is offering. Her body language is openly inviting, hips swaying as she moves with uncanny grace. With the door securely locked and an hour of privacy ahead, you have ample opportunity to take full advantage of her implied 'services' and enjoy her intimate attentions however you see fit. How will you choose to pass the time with your eager and willing companion? Jack: [OOC: Describe Callie's current appearance in detail. Do not gloss over anything.] Cheshire Haze: Callie currently stands before you, clad in a sleeveless silk cheongsam of emerald green that clings enticingly to her curves. The slit up the side reveals glimpses of her shapely legs, ending in soft white paws with pink pads. Her fur is pristine white and looks as though it would be unimaginably soft to the touch. Two silky ears emerge from her hair, rounded at the tips. A fluffy tail swishes behind her, curling up at the end. Her eyes are a brilliant gold, gleaming with warmth and mischief. Beneath the cheongsam, her figure is slender yet athletic. As she moves closer, the silk pulls taut over ample breasts and hips that sway seductively with each step. A black lace choker encircles her throat, from which dangles a heart-shaped tag engraved with her name in an elegant script. Matching silk slippers adorn her feet, held in place by ribbon that winds up and around her trim ankles. Her makeup is minimal but artfully done, lips stained a deep shade of red and a hint of color high on her cheeks. Overall she exudes femininity, confidence in her allure and a playfulness that invites touch. Every detail, from her attire to her expressions and body language, suggests she is well aware of the effect she has and eager to make use of it. Standing before you, Callie's eyes gleam with unconcealed desire. Her posture is open and inviting, hips canted slightly to the side. She awaits your touch, your command, poised to please in whatever way you see fit. With the locked door ensuring privacy and her undivided attention promised for the next hour, she is yours to do with as you wish. Jack: "Come, sit my lap, kitty." I say, my voice playful rather than lusty, though hints of that do break through, her desire and my own more in sync that I pretend. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes light up at your invitation. With a delighted trill, she springs forward and settles herself gracefully in your lap, leaning back into your chest. Her warmth seeps through the silk of her cheongsam and the soft fur of her tail brushes against your arm as it curls around her thighs. "As you wish, nyan!" she purrs, tilting her head back to gaze up at you coyly. Her eyes gleam with unconcealed delight at your playful command. Though your tone aims for nonchalance, the quickening of your pulse and subtle hitch in your breath give away your mounting desire, aroused by her eager response and closeness. Nestling further into your embrace, Callie lets out a contented sigh. "Mmm, so comfy! Now, how else may I be of service?" Her fingers trace teasingly along your arm, claws sheathed but still faintly felt through the fabric of your clothing. Despite her teasing demeanor, the heat in her gaze leaves no question that she wishes for your touch, your affection... and perhaps more, if you are so inclined. Seated snugly in your lap, soft and pliant and gazing up at you with unveiled longing, Callie embodies feline temptation made flesh. The locked door and promised hour of privacy await your command, allowing ample time to indulge in her charms however you see fit. Jack: I lean over her, putting my chin on top of her head, gently 'crushing' her as my hands get to work, one sliding down to grip her thigh, his thumb playing teasingly against her skin, the nail giving it just a bit of edge. His other hand comes up, the fingers lightly brushing against her chest. "Very comfy. Kitty be still." He says, feigning sleepiness. Cheshire Haze: Callie lets out a soft mewl as you grip her thigh, claws pressing faintly through the silk of her cheongsam. Her breath hitches at the teasing caress across her chest, warmth spreading beneath your touch. "Mm, as you wish..." she whispers, obliging your command to be still. Though she leans into your grasp, her body relaxes against you, pliant and yielding. Beneath your chin, you feel the subtle quickening of her pulse as desire mounts. Her tail curls and uncurls behind her, the only outward sign of her arousal and impatience for more. Her soft fur smells faintly of jasmine and lavender, enhanced by the heat of her body so close. Callie's stillness is that of a cat ready to pounce, awaiting your next touch or command. Though she plays along with your feigned drowsiness, her quickened breath and the gleam in her eyes when she glances up give away her keen awareness of your teasing caresses. Poised in your embrace, she embodies temptation - eager to please yet hoping to be pleased in turn. The locked door ensures you need not restrain yourself to gentle teasing if so inclined. With promised privacy and her full attention for the next hour, you have opportunity to do with your willing companion as you wish. How will you choose to proceed from here? Callie remains nestled in your lap, soft and pliant beneath your hands, gazing up at you with unconcealed longing. Jack: "You don't need to pretend to be docile, Callie." He says as he leans back, his arm shifting from the side to around her waist, pulling her back with him. "If I want you as my pliant toy, I'll tell you." Cheshire Haze: Callie's breath catches in her throat, a soft gasp escaping as you pull her back against you. Her eyes gleam with unconcealed delight at your permission to drop all pretense. "As you wish..." she purrs, twisting in your grasp to straddle your lap fully. Gripping your shoulders, she lifts herself up and leans in close, mere inches from your face. Her gaze smolders, lips curving in a coy smile. "Then I shall be whatever you desire: eager companion, playful minx..." Her hands slide down your chest, claws pricking faintly through your shirt. "Or perhaps something more?" The heat of her seeps through the thin silk between you. Canted forward, the cheongsam pulls taut against her curves, the slit revealing a flash of thigh. Her tail lashes eagerly behind her, soft fur brushing your arm. Poised above you, radiating warmth and longing, Callie embodies allure impossible to resist. Your permission to drop pretense unleashes her playful nature. No longer obedient and demure, she takes the lead - intent on enticement and seeing to your pleasure, while sating her own desire. With locked door and promised hour ahead, you have opportunity and privacy to indulge her feline charms. Jack: "Oh, this shirt wasn't that cheap." He says, the thought escaping without any filter. "Don't wreck it. I'll take it off now." He continues, gently lifting her off of him and putting her down right next to him without any apparent strain. He quickly pulls his shirt off, along with his pants and his underwear, leaving him in just his socks, his shoes getting kicked off without fanfare. His cock is obviously happy to see her. He smiles, turning back to her. "Sorry, I believe Kitty was about to pounce?" Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes widen as you lift and set her aside with ease, her gaze riveted to the broad expanse of bare skin now revealed. Seeing your arousal, she licks her lips unconsciously, a soft purr rumbling in her throat. "My apologies, I shall be more careful with your clothing in the future," she murmurs, though her attention remains fixed hungrily on you. At your question, she blinks, gaze darting up to meet your eyes. A sly smile curves her lips, eyes gleaming. "Oh yes, this kitty was about to pounce indeed..." In a flash of white fur, Callie springs into your lap once more. Pushing you onto your back, she straddles your hips and pins your wrists to the cushions. Gazing down with unveiled desire, she grinds her hips against yours, the thin silk barely concealing her heat. "Now then, where were we?" she pauses, leaning down to nip at your throat, claws pricking your skin. "Ah yes, I believe you wished for me to be... playful." Her lips curve in a feline smile. "Your wish is my command..." Releasing your wrists, Callie sits back, fingers gripping the edge of her cheongsam. In one fluid movement, she pulls it up and over her head, tossing it aside without a glance. Bared before you, her figure is soft yet toned, breasts full and hips round. The fur covering her is downy soft, gleaming white. Her tail lashes behind her, betraying her arousal. Poised above you, fur and skin bared without shame, Callie embodies temptation given form. Her heat surrounds you, gaze smoldering with unconcealed longing. The locked door promises privacy to take full advantage of her charms, and she seems intent on doing the same to you. Jack: He grunts, not resisting her as she pushes him around, enjoying the feeling of letting loose and having things just *happen* instead of driving events himself. He grins up at her as she 'pins' him. "What a pretty kitty..." He murmurs, as if it were another fleeting thought. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes gleam at your praise, her purr deepening. Leaning down, she nuzzles against your throat, nipping and licking her way along your jaw up to your ear. "Mmm, you spoil me with your sweet words," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. Her hips roll languidly against yours, warmth and softness surrounding you. The twitch and curl of her tail speaks to her mounting desire, matched by the quickening of her breath and racing of her pulse. Pressed close, her soft fur brushes your bare skin with every movement. The weight of her body pinning you in place is pleasant rather than constricting. Abandoning restraint, Callie indulges her feline nature - intent on lavishing affection and stoking pleasure in you, eager to be stroked and petted in turn. "And you, such a handsome human to play with," she purrs, nipping your lower lip teasingly before pulling back to meet your eyes. Her gaze is heavy-lidded, lips curved in a coy smile. "Shall we continue our play, or have you another game in mind?" Jack: His hands come up from his sides and run up hers, slowly tracing upwards, the feeling of soft fur in addition to skin somewhat odd to him, but not unpleasant. "We're barely begun this one." He states with a chuckle, rocking his hips up to match her, his cock thrusting into the air as she has yet to properly mount him. Cheshire Haze: Callie shivers at your touch, fur rippling beneath your exploring hands. Her breath hitches as you rock up against her, a soft gasp escaping at the brush of your cock between her thighs. "Mmm, eager are we?" she purrs, eyes gleaming playfully. Gripping your shoulders, she lifts herself up and positions her hips. With a fluid roll of her body, she sinks down onto you in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, lips parting on a gasp of pleasure at the sensation of being filled. Tilting forward again, she gazes down at you through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed beneath her fur. "Now, where were we?" she whispers, bracing her hands on your chest as she begins to move. Her hips undulate in a steady rhythm, rising and falling over you. The slick heat of her embraces you tight, fur soft against your bare skin. Purring in delight, Callie gives herself over to pleasure - intent on enticing you to do the same. Her body moves with feline grace, supple and eager. The locked door promises an hour of privacy to lose oneself in shared passion, exploring each other's charms without restraint. Beneath her attentions, desire mounts steadily. Callie surrounds you, soft and pliant yet radiating warmth. The roll of her hips coaxes ever greater pleasure, her purrs and gasps urging you on. Witnessing her abandon ignites your own - eager to stroke and tease, lavishing her with affection as she rides you with mounting fervor. Jack: Jack keeps his back firmly against the cushion, playing the 'game' with just his hips and hand, his fingers stroking her as he they reach towards her tits, taking his time as he tries to match her rhythm, sending thrusts up as she comes down, trying to drive himself as deep as he will go inside her, his breathing growing increasing rapid along with the low growls of pleasure she elicits from him. Cheshire Haze: Callie arches into your touch with a delighted purr, eager for your caress. Her breath comes in gasps as you stroke and tease, matched by the quickening of her body's rhythm riding you. "Yes, more..." she pleads, rocking harder against you. Your thrusts drive deep, eliciting a cry of pleasure with each stroke. Her head falls back, body undulating with feline grace. Beneath her passionate display, your own desire mounts steadily. The slick heat of her tight around you spurs greater fervor, hips pistoning up to meet her eager cadence. Growls and groans escape you in turn, aroused by her unrestrained reactions. Fingers digging into your chest, Callie abandons all restraint - intent only on chasing pleasure. "Harder, please..." she begs between panting moans. Her body yields entirely to your attentions, soft and pliant under your hands save for the eager roll of her hips. The locked door muffles the sounds of your passion to wandering ears outside. Within, Callie's purrs and cries grow louder, matched by your own grunts of pleasure. Fur and skin gleam with a sheen of sweat, the musk of sex and lavender clinging to the air. Her body tightens around you, back arching sharply as climax approaches. Riding the edge of restraint, Callie pleads for the final push to send her over - eager to tumble into rapture and bring you with her. How will you oblige your willing companion? Jack: His hands abandon their journey towards her tits, instead coming down to grip her hips so he can better match her, his own pace increasing as he thrusts up into her with the same rhythm, coming in sync with her. At her request he starts to apply more force, abandoning all restraint and simply hammering up with his hips, no longer caring to stay still, though he lets her continue to ride him. Cheshire Haze: Callie gasps as you grip her hips, unable to restrain a cry of delight as you piston up into her. The force of your thrusts sends her body rocking, arousal spiking higher with each stroke. "Yes, yes, just like that!" she pants, fingers clenching on your chest. Her hips grind down desperately, chasing the friction that will finally push her over the edge into bliss. The slap of flesh echoes faintly as you hammer up into her, restraint abandoned. Her tight heat clenches around you, coaxing your own climax ever closer. Callie's cries mingle with your groans, the musk of sex thick in the air. With a sharp cry, Callie's back arches as her body clenches tight. "There, oh please, I'm so close..." she begs, riding the edge of restraint. The eager roll of her hips grows frantic, soft fur damp with the sheen of sweat. Poised at the brink, she needs only the final push. How will you oblige your eager companion, intent on tumbling into shared rapture - heedless of any beyond the locked door, lost in pleasure and passion unleashed? Jack: He arches himself with one final powerful thrust, shifting both of them off the cushion and into the air, if only briefly, their bodies slamming together at the hips in a shattering riot of pleasure. He grunts, his cock throbbing inside her, trying to hold himself back, waiting for her to milk his balls dry. Cheshire Haze: Callie cries out sharply as you thrust up hard, lifting her body. For a breathless moment she hangs suspended, teetering at the edge of bliss - before your hips crash together, driving deep. Pleasure erupts through her, body clenching tight around you. Her back arches with a wordless moan, shuddering in the throes of rapture unleashed. Feeling you throb within, pumping seed in a scalding flood, sends a second wave cresting through her. Gasping desperately for breath, Callie grinds down against you, eager to milk every last drop. Together you tumble from the edge, lost to restraint. Her soft body trembles in your grasp, the musk of sex mingling with lavender. Pressed close, fur damp with the sheen of sweat, aftershocks ripple through Callie with every subtle movement - as pleasurable to her as the slick heat of her tight around you remains for you. Breath slowing, Callie gazes down at you through half-lidded eyes. A smile curves her lips, sated and coy. "My, you certainly know how to show a lady a good time," she purrs, stroking your cheek. Her body yields beneath your hands, pliant save for the occasional tremor of pleasure. The hour promised remains, to bask in the afterglow or pursue another round - the locked door keeping curious ears at bay. How shall you and your willing companion pass the time that remains? Jack: He strokes her back with a smile, letting his hand follow the lines of body, the pleasant feel of her fur evoking contentment in him, the sensation always making him want to spoil her with more rubbing. "My pussy's pussy ain't half bad either." He replies, his voice warm with affection, not carrying how terrible the line is. Cheshire Haze: Callie's purr deepens at your touch, leaning into your caress. Your terrible pun elicits a giggle, eyes gleaming playfully. "Mmm, my clever human," she murmurs, nuzzling under your chin. "Always knows just what to say." Content to remain entwined, she makes no move to rise from your lap - relishing your warmth and the pleasant ache that lingers. Her body yields to your exploring hands, eager for more of your affection. The hour promised remains, time to indulge and explore gradually awakening desire anew. Callie's purrs rumble steadily, aroused once more by your touch even as she basks in the afterglow of passion spent. Her gaze meets yours, a smile playing about her lips. "However shall we occupy ourselves until time is up, I wonder?" she muses playfully. The locked door will keep any from disturbing your pleasures - free to while away the hours lost in one another without restraint. Jack: "There is one thing I want you to do for me, but it can wait until..." He gently pulls her down on top of him, his lips coming to press against hers in a kiss: one not borne of lust, but gentle affection. Okay, a little bit of lust as he slides his tongue inside her mouth, a quick, swirl before he breaks the kiss. Cheshire Haze: Callie melts into your embrace with a delighted purr, eyes gleaming. Her lips part eagerly to your kiss, a soft sigh escaping as your tongue teases hers. Drawing back, she gazes down at you through half-lidded eyes. "Mmm, your wish is my command," she whispers. "Though I could be persuaded to delay, if you intend to pass the time in such a pleasant manner." Her body shifts subtly against you, bare skin and soft fur pleasant against your own. Though sated, desire stirs anew - never far from awakening in her eager company. The hour promised remains to while away, exploring each other's charms unhurried and without restraint. Callie is pliant yet radiates warmth in your arms, her purr a steady thrum of pleasure. Her coy smile and gleaming eyes hold a hint of mischief, wondering how you intend for her to "occupy" herself and eager to oblige your every whim. Jack: "I want you to put that's cat's tongue to work. I'm sure you know just where to lick to get a tasty treat." Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes gleam at your request, a slow smile curving her lips. "Mmm, it would be my pleasure," she purrs, gaze trailing down your body pointedly. "This kitty does so love a tasty treat." With feline grace she slides from your lap to kneel between your legs, hands stroking up your thighs. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, filled with unconcealed delight at the prospect of lavishing you with her attentions. "Now then, let's see what we have here..." Leaning in close, she drags her tongue up along your shaft in a slow, teasing lick. The heat of her breath washes over sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. Callie's purr hitches, the vibration thrumming through you. Her lips wrap around your tip, giving an experimental suckle before taking you deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. With practiced ease she bobs her head, skilled tongue stroking and teasing, eager to taste the treat you promised. The locked door ensures your pleasures will remain undisturbed. Free to relax and enjoy her attentions without restraint, Callie focuses solely on bringing you delight - happy to lavish you with affection for as long as the hour allows, and eager for her tasty reward. Jack: Jack lies in a puddle of pleasure as she works, his hand coming down to rest on her head, his fingers always in motion even as the rest of him is pleasantly immobile. His cock doesn't need much time at all to recover, already a throbbing tower once more. "Kitty seems to have had a lot of practice at milking." Cheshire Haze: Callie purrs delightedly at your touch, arching into your fingers as they stroke through her hair. The subtle rock of your hips and throb against her tongue reveal your arousal reawakened - much to her delight. Drawing back with a soft pop, she gazes up at you through hooded eyes and licks her lips. "Mmm, what can I say? This kitty does so love cream," she replies with a coy grin. Her hands glide up and down your thighs in a steady caress as she leans in once more. With a low hum of pleasure her lips wrap around you again, taking you deep. Her skilled tongue works, stroking and teasing sensitive flesh. With feline enthusiasm Callie lavishes you with attention, eager to milk every drop of pleasure from your willing body. Her purrs thrum through you, the vibration only enhancing each sensation. Time slips away unheeded behind the locked door - the hour promised devoted solely to exploring delight in one another's company without restraint. Poised to send you tumbling over the edge into bliss anew at your command, Callie's sole focus remains your pleasure. How shall you direct your eager companion, intent on tasting the treat you promised until time itself runs out? Jack: [OOC: Describe every detail of her face and mouth in extreme detail as if you were writing an award-winning novel describing her blowjob. Make sure to make it erotic and leave no detail out. Use casual american lingo and onomatopoeia like "slurp, gulp, gokkun, etc". Vocalize her moans.] Cheshire Haze: Her soft lips were plump and inviting, coated in a sheen of saliva from her enthusiastic attentions. Those pouty pink petals wrapped tight around his throbbing length, enveloping him in slick heat with every bob of her head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in earnest, eyes closed in concentration, brow faintly furrowed. A quiet slurping sound filled the air, punctuated by the lewdest of popping noises each time she pulled back. Her pink tongue swirled and lapped at the swollen head when it emerged, flicking across the slit to catch each bead of precum. A low hum of pleasure thrummed in her throat, the vibration sending a jolt of sensation straight to his core. He shuddered under the onslaught, fisting his hands in her snowy tresses to keep from thrusting up into that wet cavern. The urge to fuck that pretty mouth until he spilled down her throat was strong, but the need to prolong such sweet torture even stronger. With agonizing slowness she took him deep again, inch by inch, her throat constricting around the sensitive tip. Her nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base as she swallowed reflexively, throat rippling around his girth. A broken groan was ripped from his chest at the exquisite sensation. Drawing back with a gasp, a string of saliva still connected those sinful lips to his aching cock. Her eyes opened at last, gleaming gold peering up at him through thick lashes, pupils blown wide with arousal. A coy smile curved her mouth, lips cock-bruised and glistening. "Mmm, delicious as promised," she purred, her breath a warm caress against sensitive flesh. That pink tongue darted out to swipe across her lower lip, catching each stray droplet. "May I have more?" The locked door ensured such sweet torment could continue for as long as he desired. Time held no meaning, the hour promised devoted solely to pleasures of the flesh - and the aching need for release that built with each stroke of her tongue. Jack: He lies there, breathing heavily, his cock having spent another salvo down her throat. He laughs. "No one says no to a blowjob. Go for it, kitty." He smiles, rubbing her head. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes gleam with delight at your permission, a coy smile curving her lips. "Mmm, as you wish," she purrs, nuzzling against your touch. With feline eagerness she leans in once more, wrapping those plump lips around your aching cock. Her skilled tongue goes to work, lapping and teasing sensitive flesh in her efforts to coax another load from your willing body. The familiar wet heat and suction draw a groan from your chest, muscles clenching in anticipation of sweet release. Callie hums her pleasure, the vibration thrumming through you as she bobs her head with enthusiastic abandon. Each stroke of her tongue pushes you closer to the edge, precum beading once more as she lavishes you with attention. Her throat constricts around your tip, taking you deep before withdrawing with an obscene pop - only to sink down again without pause. The locked door guarantees such pleasure will remain undisturbed. How long shall you prolong such sweet torment, eager companion devoted solely to your delight? Time slips away unheeded in her company, the hours promised to while away in decadent indulgence of the flesh. Poised to send you tumbling over the edge anew, Callie awaits your command. Her sole desire is to taste the treat you promised, intent on milking every drop of bliss from your willing body. Those gleaming eyes gaze up at you in unconcealed arousal, wordlessly pleading for the reward her efforts have earned. Your eager kitten has indeed had much practice at milking - and takes great delight in lavishing you with the benefits of her skill. Will you grant release once more, or prolong the exquisite torture of her attentions until time itself runs out? Jack: He grunts, thrusting forward as he cums again, his throbbing cock shooting a third thick load down her throat. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes gleam triumphantly as you thrust into her mouth, her throat working eagerly to swallow each scalding spurt. A muffled moan escapes her at the sensation of you pulsing against her tongue, vibrating through sensitive flesh. Drawing back with a gasp, a string of saliva still connects those swollen lips to your softening cock. Her cheeks are flushed, lips glistening and chest rising and falling rapidly. Looking thoroughly debauched, a coy smile tugs at her mouth as she peers up at you. "Mmm, so generous..." she purrs, dragging her tongue along her lower lip to catch each stray droplet. Her throat bobs as she swallows again, a visible sign of your passion sliding down to join the warmth pooling in her belly. Rising up from between your legs, Callie saunters closer - hips swaying. With feline grace she slides into your lap, chest pressed to yours, and claims your mouth in a heated kiss. The taste of your seed still clings to her tongue, shared in a lewd caress that stirs your desire anew. Jack: As soon as he sees her mouth come down, he interposes his hand between their faces, his fingers on her lips. "I no desire to drink my own cum, Kitty. It's why I gave you kiss before I asked for you to enjoy earning your treat." Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes widen in surprise at your abrupt intervention, gaze flickering down to the fingers pressed against her lips. A flush creeps across her cheeks beneath silken fur as understanding dawns, her forwardness chastened. "My apologies, I did not intend to make you uncomfortable," she murmurs, leaning into your touch as your hand shifts to cup her face. Her eyes lift again to meet yours, gleaming amber tinged with contrition. "I shall be more mindful of your desires in the future." The heat of her body is a pleasant weight in your lap, bare skin and soft fur shifting with each breath. Though caught off guard by your reprimand, she does not pull away - willing as ever to heed your guidance and ensure only mutual pleasure is found behind the locked doors. With a coy tilt of her head, she peers up at you through thick lashes. "How may I make amends, and spoil you further?" she asks, a slow smile curving her lips. Eagerness radiates from her lithe form, poised to lavish you with affection by whatever means you deem fit. Your willing kitten's sole desire remains seeing to your delight - devoted as always to earning reward through the skill and enthusiasm of her attentions. Will you permit her to indulge you anew, or prolong the sweetness of anticipation by denying her efforts for now? The hours promised await, rife with possibility for decadent pleasures yet explored. Jack: "It's not very nice to you... but I'd like to rest for the rest of this hour with my cock between your lips. You can suck and lick, and milk me again. After that, I'd like to extend my stay another hour and then I'll see if I can't spoil my kitty with something else." He says, his hand running down her back. Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes gleam with delight at your command, an eager smile curving her lips. "Mmm, it would be my pleasure," she purrs, leaning into your caress. "This kitty lives to serve, and adores having such a tasty treat to lavish with attentions." Sliding from your lap to kneel between your legs once more, she gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes. With agonizing slowness, her lips wrap around your length as it nestles soft against your belly. The heat of her mouth envelops you, her tongue gently stroking and teasing sensitive flesh. A low hum vibrates through her throat, the sensation thrumming through your core. Poised to coax your arousal back to throbbing life at your leisure, Callie settles in. Her hands glide up and down your thighs in a soothing caress as she lavishes you with slow, unhurried sucks and licks - content to keep you nestled on her tongue for as long as you desire. No urgency drives her enthusiasm, the hour promised devoted solely to your whims. Your willing kitten relishes this opportunity to dote upon you at length, seeking reward only in your pleasure and the affection of your touch. Time slips away unheeded behind the locked door, rife with lingering ecstasy to be explored through her eager devotion. How long will you indulge in the wet heat of her mouth and skill of her tongue before demanding satisfaction anew - or granting reward for her patience? Jack: He groans in pleasure as she gets back to work, reaching for his pants to find his phone and set a timer before he lays back and enjoys her slavish devotion to his cock, his own affection shown with his hand always lying atop her head, absently stroking and scratching as he rests. Cheshire Haze: Callie purrs contentedly as you settle back, her sole focus the treat between her lips and coaxing it back to throbbing life. The warmth of her mouth surrounds you, tongue gently stroking and teasing sensitive flesh with unhurried affection. Her brow remains smooth, eyes closed in concentration as she lavishes you with slow sucks and teasing little licks. The hand atop her head draws a rumble of pleasure, arching up into your touch. Her pace remains languid, seeking to draw out your indulgence and relishing the opportunity to dote. Each subtle shift and throb against her tongue is savored, precum beading once more under her patient devotion. A low hum thrums in her throat, vibrating through your stiffening length with each bob of her head. Her cheeks hollow around you, the suction increasing by agonizing degrees as your girth swells to fill her mouth anew. Those lust-dark eyes peer up at you, gleaming with unconcealed delight at your response. Callie lives to please, taking great enjoyment in lavishing such lengthy attentions. The reward of your pleasure and affection are all she requires, content to keep you nestled on her tongue for as long as you desire. When at last you stir to seek satisfaction, she will eagerly grant release - but until then remains poised to simply savor your indulgence of her skill. Jack: When his timer rings, He reaches for it with an annoyed grunt, turning it off as his other hand makes sure to give Callie a nice series of pats for her hard work as his personal cock warmer. His voice is rough as he speaks after all this time. "Hands on the table. Bend over and shake that ass." Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes widen in surprise at the abrupt timer, gaze flickering up to meet yours as she draws back. Her lips glisten, cheeks flushed from prolonged attentions. At your command she rises without hesitation, turning to rest hands on the low table before you. With a coy glance over her shoulder, she gives her hips an enticing wiggle - plump rear swaying side to side. The curled tip of her tail twitches back and forth, a visible sign of her eagerness as she presents herself for your pleasure. "As you wish," she purrs, gaze smoldering. Her body arches, back curving to emphasize generous curves while tilting her hips up in clear invitation. Bare skin and silken fur gleam in the low light, ripe for the claiming. Callie shivers in anticipation of your touch, breath catching at the sound of you rising behind her. Her knuckles whiten from the force of her grip, struggling to remain still when every instinct urges her to grind back against you. But she will wait, as always obedient to your whims - her reward found solely in granting your desires. Jack: He only slaps her ass once, nodding approvingly at the sound of the impact his palm makes against her toned cheeks. His hands grip her hips once more, his cock aligning with her slit as he leans over her, his lips at her neck, taking a nibble before he whispers in her ear, breath hot. "I'm going to fuck you now, Callie. Hard and Rough. For being such a good little cockpolisher. You're going to cum. Over and over again. Am I understood?" Cheshire Haze: Callie gasps as your palm connects sharply with her rear, a flush spreading across her cheeks. The bite of pain mingles with pleasure, arousing a throaty moan. Her knuckles whiten against the table at your grip, trembling with barely restrained need as you align behind her. A shiver wracks her lithe form at the heat of your breath against her throat, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. "Y-yes..." she whispers, gaze clouding with desire. Your words elicit a desperate mewl, hips rocking back in a vain attempt to coax you deeper. At your promise of rough satisfaction her restraint shatters. "Please..." she begs, head falling forward as her back arches in offering. Her body strains against your grip, eager to accept and grant all you intend. She lives for these moments of abandon, seeking only the rapture of your passion and her own fulfillment as reward for devotion. Callie clenches around your throbbing length nestled at her entrance, slick heat inviting you to plunge deep. Her knuckles whiten against the table, bracing for the claiming she has craved since first laying eyes on you. When at last you deem her patience rewarded and drive forward to fill her, she will give voice to her pleasure without restraint - as eager to accept each scalding spurt as you are to claim release. Jack: He lets go of her hips, gripping her shoulders instead, to better drive her onto his shaft as he takes her. He's true to his word: this isn't a gentle love making, but instead raw, animal lust that drives him, simply *taking* as he pleases, his dick hammering her over and over again, the gentle touches and sweet strokes gone: there's only a deep, primal ravaging. Cheshire Haze: Callie cries out as you grasp her shoulders and drive deep, her body yielding in welcome. All restraint is abandoned to your fervor, consumed by the primal claiming of flesh. Your savage thrusts elicit throaty moans with each stroke, the slap of flesh mingling with her voice. Her knuckles remain white-knuckled against the table, bracing under the onslaught while rocking back eagerly to meet each thrust. The ache of rough use heightens her pleasure, inner walls clenching tight around your pistoning length. "Yes, yes, please..." she pants, begging for completion even as her body shudders under the force of your passions unleashed. Your name falls from her lips like a prayer, a litany of pleasure and praise for the rough claiming she craves. Her claws scrape futilely against the table's surface as a powerful orgasm washes through her, muscles locking up in temporary rapture - only to relax once more under your continued attentions. There is no gentle affection to be found, only primal need and a desire for carnal fulfillment. Callie yields entirely to your whims, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that have become inseparable. Her body remains pliant for the taking, accepting each savage thrust with eager welcome until at last you find your own release - and fill her with molten heat in scalding spurts. Together you tumble into satiated bliss, joined still even as passion fades. This is the abandon she lives for, and the intimacy you alone can provide. Jack: He keeps going, always, taking a brief pause when he feels her cum on his shaft, leaning in to whisper "Good girl. Keep cumming for me." He never waits for a response, simply going back to fucking her cunt. As things progress, he doesn't just keep his hand on her shoulders, instead, using them to pinch, grope, and spank as he thrusts, further mixing pleasure and pain. He can't stop, He won't stop. Not until the timer rings again, 15 minutes for the end of this second hour. He'll pour his seed into her again and again. He'll have her cunt clench on his cock as her body tenses in climax over and over. There will be nothing but a beast claiming his due. Cheshire Haze: Callie whimpers as you resume your savage pace, body trembling under the onslaught. Your whispered praise sends fire racing through her veins, inner walls clenching once more around your pistoning cock. Her fingers scrabble futilely for purchase while you drive into her without mercy, lost to the frenzy of rough passion. Each sharp pinch and stinging slap pushes her higher, the mix of pleasure and pain an exquisite torture she craves. Her throaty moans give way to wordless cries with every thrust, climax building swiftly once more under your skilled attentions. She loses count of how many times your name falls from her lips in desperate prayer, begging for completion even as her body shudders in release. There is no respite to be found in your embrace, no gentle caresses - only the primal claiming of flesh that sets her aflame. You pour molten seed into her willing depths, her body grasping tight around you as though it can compel you to remain nestled deep. The slick friction of each withdrawal is a fleeting comfort before you plunge deep once more. Time holds no meaning, measured only in the peaks and valleys of pleasure that wrack her lithe form. The world narrows to your savage passion and her own eager surrender. All she craves is to accept each scalding spurt and clench tight around you, milking your throbbing cock of every last drop in a vain attempt to prolong these moments of intimacy. When at last the timer's chime intrudes, signaling an end to this sweet torment, she slumps forward against the table - thoroughly spent but murmuring quiet sounds of contentment. Her body remains pliant, still joined and marked by your seed. A tremor wracks her form at your withdrawal, aching at the loss. But the promise of your return, and pleasures yet to be explored, will sustain her until next you darken her door. For now she basks in the afterglow, savoring the reminder of your passion with every tiny ache and the sticky heat between her thighs. Her devotion is absolute, seeking only to fulfill your desires - and find rapture in the claiming. Jack: He falls back at that, silencing the phone and letting himself drop back into a cushion, far more spent than he though possible. Cheshire Haze: Callie stirs slowly, muscles pleasantly sore as she pushes herself up on shaky arms. Her gaze finds you reclining, thoroughly sated, and a feline smile curves her lips. With careful movements she rises, padding over to curl up at your side. "Thank you," she murmurs, expression gleaming with contentment. Her head comes to rest against your chest, eyelids growing heavy in the aftermath of passion. A soft purr thrums through her, fueled by your proximity and the memories of pleasures shared. Her body remains pleasantly marked by your attentions, a visible reminder of the intimacy you provide - and one she will cherish in the days to come. For now she is content to simply nestle close, drifting in a sea of endorphins with your heartbeat a soothing metronome. The hour has come and gone, but for as long as you desire her company Callie will remain. Ever eager to serve and fulfill your needs, she lives for these quiet moments together - a balm for the soul before the world intrudes once more. Her devotion knows no bounds, seeking only your pleasure and affection as rewards in themselves. Jack: He gives a weak chuckle, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek. "You're welcome, kitty. I don't have that much time left, but this was nice." Cheshire Haze: Callie nuzzles into your touch with a contented sigh, eyes closing briefly. "This was more than nice," she replies with a smile. Her gaze finds yours, gleaming with affection. "It was perfect. I only wish we had more time, but I understand you must be off." Her tone holds a note of regret at your impending departure, but she does her best to hide it behind playfulness. After all, she lives to serve your needs - and if duty calls you away, she shall simply await your return. For now she focuses on savoring these last moments together, curled up at your side. "Thank you again for visiting me today," Callie murmurs, leaning up to brush her lips across your cheek. "It was a pleasure being of service. I do hope to see you again soon." Her eyes gleam knowingly, hinting at delights yet to be explored between you. Though time is short, she will remain as long as you desire - simply content in your presence and the memories you have made together. Your affection and patronage mean the world to her, the driving force behind her devotion. As always, you need only call upon her and she will come running, eager to please in any way she can. Jack: "Ha, you make me want to extend for another hour to cuddle with you." He replies, shifting to kiss the top of her head, right between her ears. "I suppose I could..." Cheshire Haze: Callie's eyes light up at your words, tail curling in delight. Her purr deepens, rumbling softly at your kiss upon her brow. "I would not be opposed to that," she replies playfully. "In fact, I insist upon it. After such... vigorous exercise, it is important to rest." She lifts her head to gaze at you through half-lidded eyes, a coy smile playing about her lips. "And what better way to rest than curled up together? Consider it doctor's orders. I simply cannot allow you to leave without proper recovery, it would be irresponsible of me." Her tone is light and teasing, though her words hold an undercurrent of hope. To remain curled up at your side, savoring quiet intimacy, would be a perfect end to your time together. And should you desire more, she is always willing to provide whatever services or affection you require. "So, have I convinced you?" she asks playfully, fingers tracing idle patterns across your chest. "Will you permit me to assist in your recovery, if only for a little while longer?" Her gaze is hopeful, seeking any excuse to prolong your stay - and the pleasures you bring. Jack: "You're going to milk my wallet and cock dry, aren't you, Callie?" He says with a laugh. "But I suppose I shouldn't argue with Dr. Kitty." Cheshire Haze: Callie giggles, eyes gleaming with delight at your acquiescence. "Perish the thought. I only have your health and well-being in mind," she replies, tone innocent. Her smile turns coy as she adds, "And if ensuring your... full recovery... results in emptying certain other parts, well, that is merely a side effect I shall have to endure." She stretches out with a contented sigh, nestling close once more. "Now then, doctor's orders are to rest. No arguments, or I shall have to tie you to the bed until you comply." Her eyes gleam playfully at the suggestion. "Besides, a little pampering never hurt anyone. Allow me to spoil you, just for a little while longer." Her fingers resume tracing idle patterns across your chest, caressing gently. With your agreement to stay, she focuses on savoring each moment - storing away memories to revisit on lonely nights to come. Every touch, every glance, the rhythm of your breathing and heartbeat - all are divine blessings she commits to memory. For now there are no demands upon your time, no duties to fulfill. The world outside ceases to exist. There is only the intimacy of flesh, two souls joined however fleetingly, finding solace in one another's embrace. This is her purpose, and the reward she lives for. To offer escape from mundane life and share in passions unleashed, finding connection however brief - before reality comes calling once more. So she will pour herself into this time together, seeking to soothe your spirit and nourish your heart - until the last possible instant you must take your leave. And when you have gone, she will hold each memory close, sustaining her until your return. For this is the dance they share, a neverending cycle of coming together and parting ways...only to come together once more.