runningred | to Berlin with love.

Emcee lays there, exhausted, bonelessly slouched with his knees spread wide as Jay finishes him off. He receives Alice's kiss as if he thirsted for water.

And then he watches her, blinking slowly. She's an erotic dream personified, and she keeps his senses buzzing as he comes down.

With great effort, he sits up. Taking a handful of Jay's hair and tugging his head back, he kisses him deeply. Tasting himself on his lips and tongue.

Alice watches them kiss, still sucking the salt from her fingertip. "Magnificent."

She stands slowly, adjusting her skirts with a long stoke over her hips and down her front. Her lips curl in a soft sigh. She's very hot right now. Just watching them.

Emcee breaks the kiss with a sigh, and licks his own lips, raking his teeth over the bottom one. He flops back onto the sofa, raising his arms over his head in a languid stretch, unconcerned that his trousers are still undone.

His dark lashes flicker as he casts a gaze up and down Alice's body.

And then he smiles, meeting her eyes.

"Do you want me?" he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

"Very much." Alice purrs, eyes tracing the shape of his lips. "But I'm on the clock right now."

Idly running his fingers through Jay's hair, and with his leg up on Jay's shoulder, he keeps him close. Jay will have to get comfortable there.

"You can't take a little break? Not even for me?" he asks Alice, temptingly, seductively.

Jay is perfectly comfortable there, licking his lips and keeping quiet while they play.

Alice leans into Emcee, lips brushing his ear. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" She moves his hand out of Jay's hair, moving to straddle Emcee's lap. The short pinafore pools around her thighs as she presses down against him. Wearing nothing beneath and very wet. She reaches back to run her own hand through Jay's hair, keeping him there against her rear.

A rough purr rumbles in his throat when she settles on his lap.

He removes the mesh glove on his right hand, then slides both hands up her thighs, past the garters of her stockings under her skirts.

"Oh, you know," he murmurs, "perhaps just something to tide you over until you do get off."

Pun intended, of course.

"Keep taking." She purrs, lifting herself slightly to makes his touch easier.

"And you," She pulls Jay's hair lightly. "Get those hands somewhere useful."

Jay chuckles softly from behind her. His hands under her skirts to massage the curves of her ass.

"Mmm, why talk with my mouth, darling," he purrs with special emphasis on mouth, "when I could let my fingers do it for me..."

He holds her gaze as he slips his bare hand between her thighs, cupping her. His hand is smooth and slender, almost feminine, and his touch is elegantly confident.

She's just as soft and smooth, utterly hairless under his hand. The touch makes her moan, a rich smokey sound as she presses her hips forward to the touch. "You're a smooth talker, Mr Emcee. And I think later I'll find better uses for that silver tongue of yours."

"My tongue will be at your service," he says, his voice low and velvety, as he slowly slips his middle finger inside her. With a subtle but deft curling motion, he strokes her, as if playing her right in the palm of his hand.

She arches into him, eyes hooded and dark as she smothers a moan.

Resting the riding crop across his shoulders, she rocks slowly, her hips rolling like soft waves. "Good boy." she purrs. "Show me how good you are."

"Ooh," he hums breathily, blinking down at the riding crop, and then back up to her face with a spreading grin.

"Does it count if I'm good at being bad?"

He slides another finger into her, his palm pressed against her mound, giving her something to rock against. His strokes effortlessly match the movement of her hips.

She groans and tightens inner muscles to grip his fingers. "Keep that up and I'll show you what bad boys get." She growls, her voice dark and rough.

He exhales a breathy grunt at the sensation of her squeezing around his fingers. She is...pretty impressive there.

"Darling, I haven't begun to misbehave."

He curls his fingers, reaching a little deeper, and brings his thumb back to rub alongside her clit. Her wetness practically pools in his palm.

"Promises, promises." She mutters breathlessly, tightening more as she comes closer and closer to the edge. "You have five minutes before I need to be on stage."

"I'll get you there in three..."

Not because he can't get her there in one. He could easily do that. If he wanted to be good.

But the way he touches her, the way he caresses her both inside and out, the way he entices her to the edge and pulls her back--

He closes his eyes for a moment and feels her, relishing her warmth and wetness and the softness of her flesh.

And then he opens his eyes, and makes her come.

She gasps, tight as a bowstring and breathlessly silent as the shudder of orgasm washes over her.

It takes her only a few heartbeats to recover, grinning into Emcee's eyes. "Good boy." She lifts off him, tapping his cheek with the crop as she straightens up. "Next round is on me." And she doesn't mean drinks.

With a quick smooth of her skirts and a nod to Jay, she's off and out the curtain, walking with absolute control.

Jay chuckles, slightly flushed himself. "Wow."

As Alice leaves, Emcee is left blinking in a daze, a wet hand in his lap, and the touch of leather on his cheek.

"Yes, I agree," he mumbles.

His gaze shifts to Jay.

"Were you here the whole time?"

He's amused by the absurdity of his question.

Jay cocks an eyebrow at him. "Where else would I have been?" Granted he moved to the other couch to better enjoy the view.

He passes Emcee a packet of wipes and a glass of him. Discretely adjusting himself.

He bursts out with a short, bright laugh.

"She was just so-- so very-- intense."

Taking the packet, he pauses before opening it. And then he swipes his tongue up the center of his palm and along the length of his fingers. Then he opens the packet and takes the glass of gin.

"Thank you, darling."

Jay chuckles, trying to hide the fact he's uncomfortably hard at the view, only increased by watching Emcee lick his hand. "Intense is one word for her. Not sure that covers it though."

Below them on the floor, the music fades and Kitty announces the next act.

"Kräftig," he says with his naturally rough Berliner accent, making it sound more like a growl than the word already does. "That's what she is. Strong and vigorous and lusty and all those wonderful things."

As he wipes his fingers, he glances up at Jay. Or rather, his crotch. And he grins.

"Should we do something about that or will you be all right?"

"I'll wait." Jay shrugs, aware the tight pants hide almost nothing. "Doesn't mean I won't look forward to doing something about it later."

"Mm, yes, there is always later," he agrees as he buttons up his own trousers, before draining half of his glass.

"Do you want to watch the next act from up here?"

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