Noir: A genre of film with a dark or disturbing tone

Femme: Contrary to gender stereotyping, many femmes are aggressive, strong women who actively seek out the sexual and social partners they desire.

So Vincent made his way back up Seventh Ave. to the W stopping on his way between elevators to have vases sent up to his room. The Vases arrived minutes after he did and as he stood there with borrowed scissors trimming the stalk end of each flower before placing it in water. He knew that the flowers would outlast his stay, but he hoped that the staff would take them home after he left. He tended to keep fresh cut flowers a few days too long he just couldn’t stand to throw them away too early. That’s when he noticed Nadrea wasn’t in the room. Vincent thought nothing of it as he handed the scissors and clippings to the bellman. Maybe she went to get her things deciding to stay after all. Placing an arrangement on the table in the suite he found a note that read.

“Be Back Soon,

But don’t get too comfortable!

Seductively,

N”

So he found his way to the couch, finally kicking off his dress shoes with out taking the time to untie them, he fumbled with the remote and turned on sports center. He sat mindlessly watching an unremarkable day’s sporting news. It was not unlike most nights around eleven for him, planted firmly in front of a TV watching sports center.

A few minutes later the door opened, “Hello” Nadrea called out, “In here.” Vincent responded, noticing that there was more then one set of foot steps but giving it no real thought, he just figured that she had a bellman with luggage in tow. A series of in audible whispers were taking place, but he was too concerned with the NFL injury report to care.

Nadrea entered the room “You sure got a lot of flowers.”

Vincent breaking the trance that the TV had been holding over him looked at her “I guess, do you like them?” He actually cared whether or not she did.

“They are very nice, how did you find them arranged at this hour?”

Vincent laughed “I didn’t, I arranged them.”

“Really? I’m shocked.” Nadrea hadn’t considered Vincent to have any diversions except for where to put his dick next after he had finished. Nadrea walked up to Vincent after looking at the assortment of flowers, leaned in to kiss him.

“I brought you a present” she whispered as soft foot steps fell be hind him. Vincent could see the devilish smile on her face as she stood back up.

Nadrea continued “There’s only one rule” she said playfully. Vincent still taking it in only moderately interested in what she was saying, Nadrea continued to tempt him.

“You have to unwrap your present in front of me and you might only get to play with your gift once so you had better make the most of it.”

“Well if I like it that much I’ll go buy myself another one” Vincent said thinking that a the gift couldn’t possibly be so rare that he couldn’t easily acquire another exact replica to enjoy over and over with out Nadrea’s silly rules.

“Close your eyes.” Vincent sat watching TV. “Vin you’ve got to play along” She turned off the TV and placed and lit a few candles she had brought back with her. The candles looked strangely familiar as she placed them in equally familiar glass containers before sliding them behind the arrangements, casting the flowers shadows across the room, a room that was filled with the light of an already well illuminated city, the blinds hadn’t been pulled. Vincent finally closed his eyes as was he asked and two sets of foot steps were heard, one set were Nadrea’s but the other was slow and measured, they sounded like a pair of heels. “Ok, you can open your eyes.”

Vincent opened his eyes to find the Latin standing right in front of him, after gazing back at her silently admiring her presence in front of him.

“Well do you like your present?” she ask playfully.

“Of course I do, she’s absolutely stunning.” He said coyly, “I’ve been admiring her for years.”

The Latin stood there, her long dark hair down and slightly covering her face and dark eyes, the silhouette of her hips accented by the soft light flickering from behind her. Vincent stood and she stepped in to kiss him, but he was looking away at Nadrea.

“And now do what I told you.” Nadrea repeated moderately annoyed that Vincent hadn’t connected the dots “You have to unwrap her in front of me!”

Vincent laughed his most wicked little laugh, not his hearty having fun laugh, but something darker and more sinister, the laugh of a deranged mad man in a bad Hollywood movie.

“And you?” he asked Nadrea as he began to slide the Latin’s hair from her face kissing her before looking back to Nadrea for a response.

“She’s not interested in me. But said I could watch.” Nadrea said before adding a sarcasm drenched “Hope you don’t get stage fright.”

That sounded like a challenge to him as the Latin placed her arms around him drawing him close, her body was flushed, so warm and inviting and anything beyond verbal play had yet to begin in earnest.

Looking at the Latin, “Oh where to start?”

She looked at Nadrea “any where you want?” Vincent smiled taking the curves of her hips in his hands while they kissed endlessly with out a pause for minutes on end. Her hands dancing across his back, caressing his shoulders, and eventually removing each French cuff and stepping back to place them on the end table next to the lamp.

Nadrea was delighted at the sight of the pair, she leaned on the dinning table by the flowers watching silently as the Latin removed his shirt, undoing each button slowly and deliberately one button at time, kissing his skin softly as it was exposed. Her full lips glowing with warmth as they touched his skin tingling him with increasing sensation as she moved from his chest to his rippled stomach. His shirt was soon untucked and as the last button, one below his belt line was undone she kneeled to kiss his waist below his trousers button on the wool of his pants. She looked upward through her dark hair, she was just now beginning to realize Vincent’s stature as his lust was only starting to grow.

He reached down gently taking her by the hand bringing her back to her feet. As he placed his hands on her Vincent could feel the garter belt starched across her bottom through her thin skirt and otherwise uncovered ass. He paused and kneeled down, first removing her shoes and then his lingering touch found its way her left leg caressing her calves, above her knee one hand slowly but firmly moving up he inner thigh the other up the outer thigh until her reached the top of her stocking. Both hands moved surely and firmly to the front garter unclasping it but making sure not to let go and snap into her as he moved his hands one around the outside of her leg and the other between them around to the back garter, toying with as she tried to press into his arm between her leg. He unclasped it his large hands encircling her muscular thighs slowly removing the stocking inch by inch down her leg over her knee, across her calve his hands touching her sensuously as he lowered it to her ankle and off of her foot. As she balanced herself with her leg extended to its full length with a hand placed on his shoulder, his shirt draped open, it’s tail untucked and wrinkled. He place the first stocking on the coffee table folding it neatly.

Vincent stood to kiss her, taking the still fastened garter on his finger through her dress, now for the other one as he repeated the exact process from her foot to the top of her stocking tracing its outline along her skin, removing the front then tracing up her thigh to the space in between placing a soft hand on her teasing before removing the back garter deciding while he was there to remove the belt letting fall as he lowered his hands with the stocking in hand, placing it on the coffee table folded neatly with the first. The Latin’s heart was racing as his deliberate pace, and undaunted intentions, he was going to enjoy every second he had with her and wanted to make certain she did the same, Nadrea looked on with aroused interest, calculating how she could find her way in to the festivities.

Vincent kissed her again and again unbuttoning her blouse, unclasping her bra as he fondled her breasts and ass. Her state of excitement rising he whispered in her ear. The Latin squealed with true delight, stepping back but her shirt still draped from her shoulders, the lace brazier failing to support her but covering her ample chest, preserving some sense of modesty for the moment. Vincent stepped away walking toward Nadrea. Nadrea’s mind raced at the possibilities as he kissed her she reclined briefly defying gravity and an entire host of scientific laws as she still was leaning against the table. His confidence in how he touched Nadrea was firmer than how he touched the Latin. He guided her to her feet, taking cues from her body as to what she was looking for. Nadrea’s eyes filled with lust was imagining the fun she was about to have with Vincent and the Latin, after all why else would he leave an aroused half dressed woman to pay attention to her. He then resorted to the exact same thing he had done just minutes earlier, removing her shoes then Nadrea sat back on the table extending her long tone legs wide. Balancing on the edge of the table Vincent removed the garter from the front of her right leg, letting it’s elastic contract before his left hand stroked her inner thigh, moving every so slightly higher until her worked his way around to the back of her thigh, tracing the line of the elastic from where it was fastened to the garter up and across her bottom to its end point on the belt and back down the other side. Her unclipped the stocking and began the slow journey back down Nadrea’s leg. Before moving to the left leg and repeating the entire procedure. This time Nadrea suggestively pressed herself into Vincent’s teasing hands increasing the pressure of his touch on her skin, firm but gentle friction as his hands moved.

After removing the second stocking Vincent stood and removed Nadrea’s shirt pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts in his hands. She moaned in delight while the Latin just watched as Nadrea’s mind swam in delightful anticipation. Vincent kissed her deeply while unfastening her skirt. Soon she was standing there in nothing but her G string with its suggestive words and a garter belt. The Latin moved taking a chair from the table across the room past the couch and placed it three feet to the right of the TV. The chair’s vantage point allowed a great view of the living room and dining area in the suite, its angle allowed only a glimpse into part of the bedroom directly and another small section through the reflection in the mirror. The Latin sat in the chair, her skirt growing ever more askew, her blouse still draped open and her unfastened bra now barely covering any of her chest. So as Vincent entertained Nadrea by having her stand up and leading her toward the Latin who was subtly adjusting the chair, an inch or two to the right, the a counter clockwise rotation to position the prevue of the occupant.

As Vincent and Nadrea made their way to the chair, the Latin stood giggled and then stepped back a few feet. Nadrea excused the giggles as her assumed soon to be lover’s nervous anticipation, a thought that delighted her all the more. Vincent stepped away from Nadrea engulfing the Latin in his arms as he kissed her then whispering into her ear once more. His head partially hidden by her long flowing dark locks and again she giggled, once more assumed to be a nervous giggle by Nadrea who was watching as the Latin removed her blouse, sliding her bra off in the same almost school girl kind of motion. The Latin stood in front of Nadrea allowing her to admire her full firm breasts as she removed her skirt now clad in only a soft white thing with lace trim. Nadrea couldn’t wait to touch her. Vincent had drifted behind the chair his hands resting on it’s back. “Sit down” the Latin told Nadrea.

“Why?” Nadrea asked playfully delighting at her anticipated interlude.

“Because that is how we want you” the Latin replied as Nadrea eased back into her seat and Vincent began to grope her. The Latin gathered Nadrea’s stockings as well as her and returned to the chair to find a fully engorge Vincent standing over a lust filled seated Nadrea.

“Do as she says” Vincent offers before making room for the Latin to approach.

Vincent thought you might like this” she said to Nadrea who was most certain of course of the impending events, after all why else would they have stopped their own interaction to tend to her?

“I’m sure I will” Nadrea replied her eyes focused on the Latin her scent of lavender and sex becoming the true scent and sensation of growing arousal.

“Sit on the front edge of the chair” Nadrea moved eagerly forward.

“Should I take these off?” a reference to her last few stitches of cloth covering her.

“Not yet, we’ll get to that.” The Latin replied. “Now put your hands behind you crossing one arm over the other and hold on the base at the back of the chair.”

As Nadrea reached back her chest was thrust forward in an exaggerated presentation. Her finger tips attempting grasp the base of the chair Vincent changed her hand position to be palms upward arms not crossed but side by side fingertips holding the metal bar at the bottom of the back on the chair, its cold metal a sharp contrast to her warm hands, the coolness of the metal warming with her prolonged touch. The Latin leaned into her, Nadrea’s head pulled back beyond her heaving chest.

“Don’t move” she encouraged as the first silk stocking was wrapped tightly around her arms keeping them together, even if she had struggled against them the effort would have been futile. The second stocking secured her already bound arms to the chairs back, the metal now as flushed as her hands as the anticipation continued to build. Nadrea leaned back but the restraints forced her arms to the side her chest still projected forward when she reclined, sitting quite literally on the edge of the seat, her legs now straight forward spread wide with the Latin standing as far back as her ankles, pausing before stepping away. Vincent hadn’t spoken but guided her back to the position she was first in chest with increasingly erect nipple pushed forward, they were beyond alert they were had hardened so much the they ached, Nadrea delighted in the sensations knowing that soon they would be tended to. Her knees bent but spread wide with feet flat on the floor. The Latin was once again in front Nadrea holding her shoes in her hands, “Now lets put these back on.” Sliding a shoe on to each foot the angle exposing her still covered portion just a little more. The Latin kneeled in front of her, taking her left ankle and placing it back behind the front leg of the chair. Vincent took the third stocking and drew the leg even farther backwards looking the stocking around her ankle then around the back leg of the chair, Nadrea swooned in ecstasy even though the only contact she could feel was Vincent’s hands on her lower leg, the shoe rubbing the foot in an unnatural way, her hands hopelessly bound behind her. A few moments later her left right leg was in the same awkward uncomfortable, completely exposing position.

“Can you move?” The Latin inquired.

“Barely” Nadrea answered, delighting in her helplessness, her body on display, the anticipation still growing, as Vincent came around from behind her, wrapping his arms around the Latin, Nadrea watching as they kissed, his touch becoming familiar and calculated as Vincent took is queues from the Latin’s movements, moans and whimpers. “A little help here dear.” he suggested so his state of undress needed to be progressed. Soon Vincent’s arms and chest were bathed in candle light his muscles still large and powerful were mostly unflexed as he enjoyed the touch of his newest companion disrobing him.

Vincent approached his restrained lover, reaching between her legs to caress her. Nadrea moaned in ecstasy, with each touch.

“You’re over dressed.” Vincent said looking into Nadrea’s eyes. He placed both hands on her g-string pulling it tighter then tearing it off with vicious force. It was always a favorite of Nadrea to have her clothes literally torn off of her body, and while she missed the sound of the buttons popping off of her shirt and hitting the floor, the sound of the cloth ripping to reveal her skin was good enough. Sure those long favored elements were missing but there was something new and savage about the force that Vincent had dismantled her last remaining garment.

“Did you like that?” Vincent asked.

“I always have.” Nadrea answered.

“Then let me know how you like this.” Vincent took her breasts in his hands firmly, Nadrea moaning with delight as his hand squeezed tighter and tighter.

“Delightful” Nadrea responded, her head drawn back, back arched and chest thrust even further forward than before. Vincent removed his touch and Nadrea looked longingly at him. He reengaged with the Latin then turning to Nadrea “Tell me how you like this.” Vincent led her into the next room where Nadrea couldn’t see a thing except for the occasional shadow and the sounds of pleasure as the Latin verbalized her delight in two languages over and over again for the next two hours before reappearing to find a frustrated still tied to the chair little socialite. Dressing herself “Good night Nadrea” was offered as the Latin left the room. Nadrea responded back “At least it was for one of us”.

Vincent reappeared, he sat on the couch and looked at Nadrea.

“Having fun?” he asked.

“I was until you left the room.”

Vincent laughed. “Maybe I can make it up to you?”

Nadrea may have been tied to the chair and left frustrated but as Vincent untied her she saw and took advantage of the opportunity to not leave the Hotel aroused and un-serviced. So for Vincent round two began.

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