Greg Rush, starting point-guard for Liberty City Knights, 25, Master
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sloanramsey:
“Lucky for the both of us,” she insisted as she watched him order the multiple drinks, quite impressed that he’d take the initiative to do such a thing. Most men weren’t as brave to take that step themselves, they’d ask what she wanted and play it safe, a hint of a smile spreading across her lips though she tried to hide the pleasure in his confidence. "Pleasure to meet you, Gregory,“ she’d have to remember that he didn’t mind being called Greg for short, graciously accepting the glass offered to her with the martini. "What sort of woman would I be if I let a handsome man such as yourself drink alone?” A stupid one, that’s for damn sure considering he’d caught her eye the moment she’d caught sight of him. She was just lucky that someone else hadn’t snatched his attention up before she got to him, picking her glass up to take a drink herself. “Cheers,” the lemon wedge adding to the perfection that was the drink. "Satisfying,“ she complimented his choice of drink, "what brought you to order this of all things for me?” Curious to know his reasoning, or perhaps this was just his go to drink.
Greg took notice that she corrected him and he’s thankful she had the confidence to realize how attractive she is, it said a lot for how well this night would go, he believed. “Well you’d still be insanely hot, at least.” He assured as a matter of fact before drinking as the Mistress did. “Still, I’m grateful you decided to keep me company, I was hoping someone might come around to liven things up.” he tells her quickly after he takes a sip from the martini, trying not to avoid having her believe he was solely interested in her gorgeous features. After seeing her receive the drink so well, Greg felt a small sense of accomplishment for having chosen it. Sloan’s question following the compliment prompted his lips to curve into a coy smirk before he’d explain his reasoning; since it was the first time he had been asked such a question he was going to take advantage of the opportunity to come up with something good, “Honestly?” He starts, lowering his voice tone for dramatic effect as if the rest of his answer was meant to be secretive, “I kind of had this idea of how you would taste. Like, tropical citrus, complimented by a sweet hint of maple,” he relented with a hum before going too far into detail, “it reminded me of this drink.”
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mistressdiana:
She simply smiled, knowing that it most likely wasn’t a topic she wished to get into. People had bad Christmases, she understood that, even though it was so difficult to imagine a such thing. “WELL… I was hoping you might help me out with that,” the mistress hummed, a playful smile lingering on top of her lips. After all, she could think of SEVERAL ways how she’d be able to make it worthwhile for him. And if she was being honest, not all of them were quite INNOCENT either, not the kind she’d like Santa Claus to hear about. “That’s obvious! I can’t keep you starving during all the work, of course not. And I’m a pretty great cook as well, trust me,” the blonde promised. “But I was also thinking about something a bit more INTIMATE… depending on what you’d prefer.”
Greg was nodding in agreement with Diana, letting out a slight laugh as he did after she mentions being a great cook. Food wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for eating but he appreciated that she was willing to cook for him. “I’d hope so, I can work up a pretty big appetite.” he laughs, until Diana proposes something more Intimate which he was already fully on board with, “Well, my preference would be to have you riding my tongue,” he admits casually, then leans forward a bit in his seat with a more enticed expression to his features, “We wouldn’t need to wait until Christmas for that, though. If you’ll have me, I’d love to give you a sneak peak.”
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“It’ll take some getting used to,” he warned while gliding through the water at a leisurely pace toward the edge where he’s able to then stand as he looks up to the other. “It’s okay though, I can think of a few exercises to get the blood rushing.” He offers with a mischievous little smirk, wading backwards in the water toward the shallow end of the pool, before submerging himself in the water.
She hadn’t been paying attention to who came or went, but once the other decided to get in her space, Andi knew that she had to speak up. “Don’t worry about it,” she noted, though it was obvious that he wasn’t going to worry about it, or her, at all. “That depends,” she responded. Andi watched as he dove into the water, getting to her feet and crossing her arms over her chest. “How’s the water? Is it freezing?”
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chankcnncr:
chandler had almost expected him to leave her be and let her continue on her way, however as she mentally made note of him trailing loosely behind, she once again stopped in her tracks and turned to face the male. “i don’t know that i’d consider myself impossible to get. perhaps hard to get, but never impossible,” giving a shake of her head as she corrected him. her darkly colored orbs scanned over the male quickly, her own posture mirroring his as her arms lifted to cross over her chest. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” chandler questioned, head cocking to the side. “me asking to have you all to myself.” the mistress was stubborn, therefore, there was no way she’d give into him that easily. “perhaps it’s you that should be asking to have me all to yourself.”
“Can I?” He questions immediately at the suggestion, quirking his brow with an excited little smirk on his expression. He wouldn’t feel no shame admitting he’s attracted to the Mistress, hell he’d even admit he found her irresistible, however that wouldn’t take away from the fact that he believed she’d be doing herself a favor by hooking up with him, as would anybody in her position really, “You don’t expect me to beg, do you?” He asks letting his hands slip in his pockets as he would step closer to the other, “That’s the kind of thing I only do on my knees, with a bit of privacy.”
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mistressdiana:
She nodded slowly. Tweaking up traditions had always been her thing, she had always wanted to try new recipes instead of just using the old ones she already was familiar with. But there were several things that she usually did. A weekend trip somewhere snowy, getting a tree and decorating it, baking cookies and other delicious things. “I’d certainly LOVE that,” the blonde admitted and flashed a happy smile at the master. Especially if she could say something about Greg’s appearance… She was sure she could think of something very FLATTERING for him, after all, Christmassy clothes didn’t only include horrible sweaters. “Does that mean you promise to come help me decorate a tree if I get them to bring one to my cabin? Of course, I would make it worth your time…”
He thought she might like the idea, and seeing the happy smile at the mention of spending the Holiday celebrating with Greg had him wishing, for the first time ever, that Christmas would come sooner rather than later. “Me too, it’s the first Christmas I’m actually looking forward to.” He explains with a short laugh, and quickly continuing before he prompts her curiosity to question him about why that was the case, “Yeah, I got you. Just out of curiosity though, what do you think my time is worth?” He questions quirking his brow, though a smile still making it clear he wasn’t taking the question seriously, “Cause I’m thinking you’re gonna have to keep me fed for my services.” he teased coyly.
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sloanramsey:
“In that case,” there was no hesitation as Sloan sat down, smoothing out her dress while doing so in order to keep it from wrinkling. "Have I missed anything exciting?“ She looked around, having always found the hub to be fascinating for people watching. The assets could sometimes be quite DESPERATE and were willing to do anything to get a ticket outside - even if it meant a scene of public humiliation. She couldn’t help but glance in the others direction, taking him in as her eyes ran the length of his body slowly, "the names Sloan, and you are?” Introductions weren’t her strong suit so she figured she’d get it right out of the way.
His face indicates he’s pleased she decided to sit, then he turns back to the bar to order a couple of drinks before promptly answering her, “Almost. Lucky you I decided to stay for another drink.” He tells her, taking a good view in of the mistress. He isn’t sure who he’s sold his soul to recently to have been blessed with the interest of the Mistress but he fully intends to take advantage of the opportunity, at least to have some fun before he’d head to his Cabin for a night-cap. “I’m Gregory. Greg for short, though.” He introduced just as the two lemon-drop martini’s are set in front of him, one glass with a lemon wedge garnish, which is the glass he slides over to her, “Now that we’re better acquainted, you can’t let me drink alone, right?” He questions rhetorically, taking up his glass and holds it up, “Cheers, babe.”
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chankcnncr:
her day had been anything but pleasant thus far, leaving the mistress in a foul mood. chandler came to an abrupt halt upon hearing the other’s attempt at capturing her attention, spinning on her heel to face a male that she presumed to be a master, surrounded by several assets she’d yet to encounter. “hmm,” the mistress hummed, her poor attempt at trying to seem as though she was at least thinking about the other’s question. “think i’ll pass,” she finally replied, grumbling under her breath as she turned to start off in the direction she’d initially been headed.
Greg had opened his mouth to question why she refused, but before he can get a word in she was walking away. Clearly, from Greg’s perspective, she did not know who he was or else she wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity to have some fun with him. He wasn’t one to chase after people, but as she moves further away without any sign of turning back around like she was playing some kind of joke, Greg had gotten up from the Sofa, excusing himself from a few disappointed expressions at having to watch him leave, and follows after the Mistress in a casual pace, watching her curiously. He’d wait until she’d stop or slow down enough for him to catch up before he’d speak up finally, unless she was aware of him following her long before doing so, “I don’t like the whole, impossible to get type-game you’re trying to run on me.” He’d inform her with a teasing smirk as he would approach her, arms crossed over his chest, “If you want me all to yourself all you gotta do is ask.”
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mistressirisking:
Iris smirked as they guy swore his attention to her. “You made a smart choice” she pointed out, as she let him carry her. “I require a lot of attention” she added, as she let her fingers trace down his chest. “But I’m worth the effort”
“So did you,” He pointed out teasingly, finding the pool easily since he had spent time there after first coming to the Island. Once they were there he’d lower the Mistress playfully on one of the lounge chairs before crawling over her, “Why don’t you tell me what parts of you require the most attention?” He’d ask sucking his lower lip between his teeth, then lowering his head to kiss and lightly suck on her neck and collarbone, “I bet I can figure it out.” He’d tease in a seductive hushed tone against her skin.
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eroscade:
His ears perked up when he heard what the other was laying down, of course immediately scanning the room for the two he was of course referring to. It was hard to decipher exactly who he was talking about considering most womens eyes were on the master, “something tells me you’re quite the hot commodity around here.” He wasn’t much for keeping up with the entertainment industry so he was about clueless as to who was actually sitting next to him, but it seemed that most of the island was quite tuned in to who that man was. "Wait, those two?“ He motioned towards the girls that were giggling and waving their hands towards them, "fuck.” He took a quiet breath in as he checked them out, “wait…they’re not even assets are they?” To have mistresses so giddy like that, “what are you, a god or something?” He teased, quite interested in the offer as he stood up. "Let’s go charm the pants right off of them,“ why would Cade turn down the opportunity of an orgy when the alternative was simply sitting longer at the bar. "Knowing your star status,” it had to be something if all these people were so willing to fall at his feet, “we wouldn’t have to just stop with these two.” He could fill the damn cabin with a smile, this man was DEFINITELY someone influential around here.
“Not a bad observation, if I say so myself.” He agreed with a satisfied smirk. He didn’t expect everybody to know who he was, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a certain way when he’s not immediately recognized by Cade, but it balances out by his subsequent reactions to the offer. He didn’t take it personally though, and was actually getting quite comfortable around Cade as he watched the male stand up ready to run with Greg’s plan. Greg isn’t sure if he inspired the confidence in Cade or if it all was attributed to Cade himself, regardless of which, Greg was sure they’d be successful and would thoroughly enjoy each others company throughout the night “Damn bro, I thought I was ambitious.” He teased before standing to his feet too to go over the game-plan with Cade, placing his bottle down to order two martini’s for the mistresses and start taking casual steps beside Cade, leading them to the pair of mistresses, “I’m with it though. Let’s see if they got some assets they want to add in on the fun, then we gotta take a little tour of this place to scout out some more of the talent.” He decided with a mischievous grin, “You’ve been eyeing anybody in particular? Tonight would be a good chance to get your shot in.”
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i’ll finger fuck you under the table at a restaurant then lick my fingers when I’m done I don’t give a fuck
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mistressirisking:
Iris looked over the assets, but in this moment the other master had her attention. “A pool… sounds fun” she agrees, before smirking at his comment. “I’m not sure you could handle a taste of me… I’m toxic” she said, as she walked though the group and took a seat on the man’s lap. “Plus… I don’t share…”
“In that case you and my tongue will be fast friends.” He assures After she had sat on his lap, his arm comes up around her waist loosely to hold her now more intrigued than ever. The other assets had watched enviously, but he was pretty sure he was the one everyone envied for having attracted the mistress’s desire. “Is that right?” He questions, and makes up his mind easily to reserve himself to her rather than the Assets he was with. “Say no more, you won’t have to.” He teased before sliding his arm under both her legs to lift her petite frame up so that he’d be carrying her, “I’ll catch up with y’all later.” he says aloud to the other assets while he’s taking the pair to the pool.
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mistressdiana:
“It does, doesn’t it?” she agreed with a nod. She was quite fascinated by the place, indeed, it was beautiful and full of all these GORGEOUS people who kept her so intrigued. “Probably a little bit BOTH?” the mistress suggested. “It’s strange in a way that I can’t do the things I’ve got used to, with people who I love. But in the same time I don’t really miss being home, all the hassle, cleaning and looking for gifts…” Well, the island didn’t quite prevent that, actually, even though she was now relying more on the internet than during previous years. Perhaps it also was helpful, considering that she had usually spent way too MUCH time shopping, walking into a store after a store. Online shopping just didn’t have the same feeling. “Pleasure to meet you,” the mistress hummed, took his hand for a handshake and flashed a smile at him. “I’m Diana.” She took a seat on the armchair near to the couch.
Greg knows the feeling all too well, but he tried not pondering the stuff he used to do with his family when they were more than enough for him. He lets himself think however, about what helped him get over that feeling so he could suggest it to Diana. “You can always come up with new traditions,” he’d suggest to her, then would move down the sofa to get closer to Diana and the chair she sat on, “I mean, like, if you do stick around for Christmas maybe we can come up with something for a tradition, or we just celebrate it like you would at home, minus the hassle.” He included himself in the suggestion mainly because he doubted anyone who celebrated Christmas wanted to do it alone, but he would be lying to himself by denying he had already drawn up some fantasy of spending a cold Christmas day with Diana, warming each other up.
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assetcarlos:
He didn’t really know what he should be doing, or where he should be. The asset had no idea what was the best way he could make himself available to the guests, but it seemed like he didn’t have to do much as he already caught someone’s attention. Carlos turned around, offering him a smile. ”Well, can’t say I’m not bored…” even though boredom was at least somewhat COMFORTABLE to him, “so why not?”
Greg laughs a little, a bit excited the other male had decided to enjoy himself rather than pass what was sure to be an interesting opportunity. “Then by all means sit, i’ve caught you at a perfect time.” one of the blonde assets sitting next to him giggles coyly as he absently caresses her thigh, “I’m Greg. The lovely beauty sitting next to me is Ava, I believe, and this is her equally attractive friend, Rachel.” He introduced quickly, as the assets he mentioned waved playfully at the male.
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mistressirisking:
Iris was exploring the island, not really sure how she felt about the place yet. When she heard a voice call out, she let her eyes roam over the man who seemed to be living his best life. “What are you guys doing that’s more entertaining?” she asked, as she walked over.
Greg is quietly watching the mistress walk over before he’d answer her, though even when he does he seems a bit distracted looking up to the woman after she approached. The assets sitting with him hadn’t overlooked the gorgeous mistress either and were admiring her too, one had even spoken up to answer the question before Greg could, mentioning that they were just sharing what they were expecting from the resort since they were mostly new like Gregory. “I was just about to suggest we all hit up the pool when you walked by,” he added as he sat forward, “You know, get a little taste of the assets before I meet the one assigned to me.You’re more than welcome to join if I could have a taste of you too.” He offered with a grin.
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