branched off into multiple rooms. Like the lower level, the rooms could be reserved at the bar and used for whatever purpose a guest could imagine. If someone had a special request or specific theme, then that could also be arranged.
It had been so long since Lisa had been at Satyr, she thought she’d hang out on the main level and do a little people watching. Making her way to the bar, she ordered an Elixir de Menthe. A honey, mint, and water cocktail. The bartender had her scan her palm so her tab would be billed to her room.
She found an empty chair near the public play area and sat back sipping her drink. The sweet minty concoction went down her throat smoothly, the burn settling in her belly before flowing through her veins.
She breathed in the heady scent of sex and pheromones, while bodies gyrated ten feet from her. A fairy flitted past with a wolf in tow, a thick black studded collar around his neck, the leash hanging from the fairy’s hand. The giant brown beast’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, its eyes focused on the delicate creature leading him. When they reached the edge of the play area, the wolf shifted into a bulky six-foot man. Dark brown hair flowed down his naked back, swishing above his firm ass.
A couple of minutes after watching the fairy and wolf go by, the man who served her lunch approached. He wore the same tight leather pants and no top. Why would he? His tips were probably fantastic…whether monetary or physical. He really did have a fabulous body.
His grin was slow to take as he ran his gaze over her. “If it isn’t my afternoon tip. You know it’s been months since anyone has turned me down.”
She wasn’t surprised. “It must have been a shock,” she quipped. It had been a shock to her that she hadn’t taken him up on his offer. He would be the perfect specimen in her quest to start working Jack from her system.
“A slight one. But then I’d hoped to see you again and change your mind.” He motioned to the empty seat next to her, silently asking if anyone was sitting there.
She didn’t hesitate this time, her resolve to push Jack from her mind at the forefront. “Please, do.” She took another sip of her cocktail. Fascinated as he lowered his massive body into the chair. He stretched his tree trunk thighs out in front of him. The leather molded to them, showing off the power within. She waited for a flare of arousal to spark and the nymph to take the lead. She was disappointed when nothing happened.
“Thank you,” he rumbled. “I have to ask, what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?”
A burst of laughter broke free of her chest unbidden. “That is the cheesiest line… ever .”
He shrugged. “It’s an honest question. I’m going to guess you’re a sprite, elf, or…” he raked a heated gaze over her then grinned, ”a nymph.”
“Ding, ding, ding. I’m a nymph. One who doesn’t get out as much as she’d like. Which explains why I’m here. What about you? You’re awfully…” she paused and licked her lips, “big.” Just because she didn’t feel arousal, it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate his form.
“What would be your guess?” He asked smoothly, leaning forward as if he were giving her a better view to decide.
She took a moment to catalogue his features. He was a beautiful man: Dark skin. Sculpted physique. Devastating bright, white smile and mischievous eyes with inherent strength oozing from him. Incredible sexual allure that had passersby taking a second and sometimes third glance. There was also a spiritual power vibrating around him. “My best guess,” narrowing her eyes she raked his body again. If only she felt a flicker of something. “Centaur.”
“Very good,” he said leaning back. “Would you like another?” he asked, motioning to her glass.
She hadn’t been aware she’d finished the first. It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes when a figure appeared behind her companion. “No, she would not,”
It had been so long since Lisa had been at Satyr, she thought she’d hang out on the main level and do a little people watching. Making her way to the bar, she ordered an Elixir de Menthe. A honey, mint, and water cocktail. The bartender had her scan her palm so her tab would be billed to her room.
She found an empty chair near the public play area and sat back sipping her drink. The sweet minty concoction went down her throat smoothly, the burn settling in her belly before flowing through her veins.
She breathed in the heady scent of sex and pheromones, while bodies gyrated ten feet from her. A fairy flitted past with a wolf in tow, a thick black studded collar around his neck, the leash hanging from the fairy’s hand. The giant brown beast’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, its eyes focused on the delicate creature leading him. When they reached the edge of the play area, the wolf shifted into a bulky six-foot man. Dark brown hair flowed down his naked back, swishing above his firm ass.
A couple of minutes after watching the fairy and wolf go by, the man who served her lunch approached. He wore the same tight leather pants and no top. Why would he? His tips were probably fantastic…whether monetary or physical. He really did have a fabulous body.
His grin was slow to take as he ran his gaze over her. “If it isn’t my afternoon tip. You know it’s been months since anyone has turned me down.”
She wasn’t surprised. “It must have been a shock,” she quipped. It had been a shock to her that she hadn’t taken him up on his offer. He would be the perfect specimen in her quest to start working Jack from her system.
“A slight one. But then I’d hoped to see you again and change your mind.” He motioned to the empty seat next to her, silently asking if anyone was sitting there.
She didn’t hesitate this time, her resolve to push Jack from her mind at the forefront. “Please, do.” She took another sip of her cocktail. Fascinated as he lowered his massive body into the chair. He stretched his tree trunk thighs out in front of him. The leather molded to them, showing off the power within. She waited for a flare of arousal to spark and the nymph to take the lead. She was disappointed when nothing happened.
“Thank you,” he rumbled. “I have to ask, what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?”
A burst of laughter broke free of her chest unbidden. “That is the cheesiest line… ever .”
He shrugged. “It’s an honest question. I’m going to guess you’re a sprite, elf, or…” he raked a heated gaze over her then grinned, ”a nymph.”
“Ding, ding, ding. I’m a nymph. One who doesn’t get out as much as she’d like. Which explains why I’m here. What about you? You’re awfully…” she paused and licked her lips, “big.” Just because she didn’t feel arousal, it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate his form.
“What would be your guess?” He asked smoothly, leaning forward as if he were giving her a better view to decide.
She took a moment to catalogue his features. He was a beautiful man: Dark skin. Sculpted physique. Devastating bright, white smile and mischievous eyes with inherent strength oozing from him. Incredible sexual allure that had passersby taking a second and sometimes third glance. There was also a spiritual power vibrating around him. “My best guess,” narrowing her eyes she raked his body again. If only she felt a flicker of something. “Centaur.”
“Very good,” he said leaning back. “Would you like another?” he asked, motioning to her glass.
She hadn’t been aware she’d finished the first. It was on the tip of her tongue to say yes when a figure appeared behind her companion. “No, she would not,”
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