to Berlin with love.

[runningred]

 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[i_am_your_host]

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.

[runningred]

"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.

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

[runningred]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

[runningred]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

"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.

[runningred]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[runningred]

"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_am_your_host]

"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.

[runningred]

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."

[i_am_your_host]

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.

[runningred]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

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."

[runningred]

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.

[i_am_your_host]

"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?"

[runningred]

"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."

[i_am_your_host]

"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?"

[runningred]

"Sure, why not." He smiles, waiting for Emcee to be decent before opening the curtains so they can see the stage.

The Rat Pack girls are filing onto the stage, sharp suits and hats pulled down. The music rises as they start a dance routine to Micheal Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps at the sight of them.

"Why, the little minxes, they didn't say they were performers!"

He sits with his feet up on the couch and his drink in his hand, watching with his jaw agape. He's never seen dancing like that before.

"They are extraordinary!"

[runningred]

"I get the feeling this party involved a lot of roping in of people who wanted a chance to perform." Jay joins him, Emcee's feet around his lap.

[i_am_your_host]

"I think it's a fantastic idea," he says, his eyes trained on the stage and not wanting to blink as he watches the dancers. "And I like the moments of audience participation. They make everyone feel more included and part of an experience rather than simply being a spectator. I mean, it's all right to just watch if you like, but there's always the chance that someone may grab you by the hand and drag you info doing something fun."

[runningred]

"Sounds as if you'd fit in perfectly here." Jay grins, just a little dangerously.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee then does turn to look at Jay, and he chuckles, nudging him with his foot.

"What a coincidence that this club is so conveniently close to the penthouse."