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 Sold my soul to a three-piece, Date night/ wooing for Benben
Sebastian Burnett
 Posted: Nov 28 2017, 04:34 PM
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Age // 694

Posts // 57

Rank // Lord

Nicknames // Seb

Species // Demon

Status // Yeah, right then + Pansexual

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"Spit on it before you sit on it."

Sara + Eastern + She/her


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Tonight was going to be a perfect kind of night. It had been a week ago that Loki had let it slip that the escorts at the Burgundy Suites could be taken out of the hotel for ‘dates’ if one wanted and liked their escort enough to shell out the money for the evening. If the dates ended in a happy ending, it was more. That didn’t really matter to Sebastian. He couldn’t spend the whole night with his favorite escort tonight. He’d been told the day prior that he would be called out to leave for some small town in Iowa. Who would want to sign their soul away to a demon in such a boring place like Iowa was beyond him but his job wasn’t to ask questions about the clients themselves, just about the task at hand.

He’d just wanted to see him before he left for two weeks. Leave a little bit of a lasting impression so he’d be thrilled to see him again. Not only that, Sebastian had a few things up his sleeves to make sure the escort didn’t forget about him for those two weeks. He likely would have gotten scolded by Loki for going this little extra mile for an escort. Pssh. Seb was doing fine. He wasn’t gaining any feelings for someone who worked at a hotel and had sex for a living. That was preposterous. He just liked this one particularly. Not to mention he liked getting those tan cheeks a little rosy. Either set really.

Preparation hadn’t taken much effort, though the demon had gone on a wild hunt for the perfect kind of gift box. He’d been at the restaurant earlier that day to drop the little surprise off. They’d bring it to their table later, after they had eaten. Ever since their first meeting, Sebastian had made it a weekly thing to see the escort. Evan had seemed rather happy that the fun night months ago wasn’t the only time he was going to be seeing the demon (he’d admitted at least that much though text messages.) They had both come to look forward to their weekly meetings. He just hadn’t really gotten to know the witch very well; it had purely been about sex for those meetings. Tonight was a little different.

Perhaps Sebastian had overdressed a little, wearing a cobalt blue three piece suit with a dark red tie. Before he’d left his flat, he checked himself out in a full length mirror. Ever since Halloween, he’d grown a little bit of facial hair. His hair even was a little longer than it normally was. He still looked polished and handsome as per usual but probably a bit more distinguished with the beard. He combed through the beard with a free hand, the other was holding a large bouquet of flowers. He’d gotten them from his favorite florist. A lovely mixture of large red long stem roses, poppies and baby’s breath. Miss Bishop always did such a splendid job with her flower arrangements and Seb was sure the witch would enjoy the longevity of them. The flowers would likely still be alive by the time Sebastian returned from contract. He’d have to ask Evan when he got back.

He’d been told to just meet the escort at the restaurant. It didn’t seem quite so formal but he guessed that didn’t matter. It wasn’t really meant to be romantic (although it kinda totally was.) That wasn’t important. He just needed to get to the reservation on time. So, going to the private parking garage he only shared with the other two tenants in the building, who lived above him, Seb shot a glance over at his Harley. Snow hadn’t hit the ground yet so it was likely he was going to be taking it on contract but for the date and the sake of not getting anything on his suit, he picked his Jeep to get to the restaurant.

It was one of those ritzy type of places. High ceilings, chandeliers, high backed chairs, a fountain in the entrance, the works. Telling the hostess to be on the lookout for his ‘date’ he was led off to his table and seated promptly. After ordering a bourbon for himself and a whiskey for Evan, he debated on how he was to greet the escort. It might look odd to other patrons if he didn’t get up and give him a kiss. The cheek would probably be okay and not breaking any rules. Eh, it would come to him when he saw the pretty faced escort. For now he just sipped his bourbon.

Reuben Pierce
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Reuben Pierce
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 07:12 PM
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Age // 31

Posts // 22

Rank // Expert Healer

Nicknames // Ben

Species // Witch

Status // In a "Relationship" with Avery Bogard + Homoflexible

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Calix + CMT -6 + She/Her


Ben tried not to feel bad about the aged man knocked out beneath him.

They’d been mid-coitus when the balding man had finally fallen asleep, Ben slowing his already lazy riding. Having slipped the man something in his viagra water 10 minutes before, he hadn’t expected the man to be awake that long…not that it stopped his angry boner. It just made the escort hate the situation that much longer.

The man beneath him was Elis Grant. One of the stockholders of the company and one of the men that had been found on the premises of the hotel that night. It used to hurt to think of when they found her, but by now it’d simply become a part of his job. The job that went hadn’t and hand with pleasing clients. He was just that much closer to finding him…

The slow acting poison would do him in slowly and not a soul would think much more than the man's insatiable desire for sweets and fatty foods. His heart would clinch a bit too tightly a life and end itself instead. The exact outcome that Ben had hoped for when he fixed up the mixture long before their meeting. The room even looked as per normal. Bed a bit in disarray and clothes tossed in a few different places. The normal effect of a “night of passion.”

Raising off the man, his member was still ready for more, but it’d be getting no haps ending from the curly haired man. The escorts own cock far from interested in the entire situation. If anything, Ben wished he was somewhere else, as he often did with some of his clients. They were older and not at all fascinating. Just older men, looking to be in their prime again and Ben being paid for the assist. He was now running a bit behind schedule because he’d hoped the old guy would tucker out faster. Ben thought to make the mixture stronger next time, but shook the thought, knowing he was simply annoyed to be kept from the real excitement of the night.

With the encounter ending so soon into things—mostly as planned—he hopped in the shower and cleaned himself up. There wouldn’t be time to get his hair fully dry, but he was sure by the time he arrived, it would be barely noticeable. The ever-present companion to his escort duties, his leather duffle was void of sexy toys and ties and now holding his change of clothes. Having worn in a dark garb that was nearly ritualistic for his meetings, Ben had a different set of clothes for the excitement of the evening. A shimmery teal suit carefully rolled to avoid wrinkles, devoid of the bloodlust he’d had for the first hour of this meeting. It was dressy but made causal with a simple horizontal striped shirt beneath. A bold statement, but worth it, considering whom he’d be meeting.

Spritzing a bit of cologne at his collar and wrists he added a flair of sea breeze to his look and tousled his hair a bit. Soon after he was dressed and as dapper as they come, but gave himself one last glance in the mirror. His eyes had gone a bit rough again, a strange mix of brown and grey. Reuben had a feeling this would excite his very strange client, given their various meetings. Thinking of him was making him warm. After weeks of knowing him, he still wasn’t quite sure how to feel. Sebastian was far different than his other clients in that he didn’t feel like one at all…which was a problem.

Even as Ben slipped into his shined leather shoes and grabbed the remainder of his things, that excited feeling didn’t settle. It had been the exact same from when Sebastian showed up on his appointments….but to meet elsewhere. The place wasn’t new to him, he’d been there once or twice in the past year for gatherings, but never for something this..causal. Was it casual? Was he perhaps underdressed?

He stopped by his temporary room at the hotel to drop off his bag before heading down to the reception. The place was a few doors down so he simply walked there, trying to fix the giddy expression on his face. No. Reuben had to stop this. He was just a client and this was work, not some date with Avery. They hadn’t been on a date in a few weeks due to his schedule…and it was to the movies…and it was a shitty movie.

So upon standing in front of the bougie restaurant, it was difficult not to think of this as a date and he had no one to blame but Mr. S and his desire to do “unrecommended” activities with his favorite new plaything. This was further engraved in his expectations as he entered the establishment and was greeted by the hostess. Ben barely got his mouth open before she was saying:

“Oh! You must be here to see Mr. S. Please! Right this way, sir.”

Blinking a few times, the escort was led through the area. There were various couples in the area, enjoying their glossed up dinners and drinks. He felt out of place—not because of how he was dressed or even his profession, but because of who he was in all this. It’s how he felt whenever he was taken somewhere nice, pretending to be an upper-class treat, while feeling anything but. Even with his finely tailored suit and fluffy dark curls, the polish he wore felt paper thin. Couldn’t they have met at the hotel's attached restaurant?

That sensation became muddied with something else when he finally stopped behind the hostess and saw the familiar handsome face. The hostess bowed away, but Ben didn’t move from the spot. Not because of how felt--no he always acted as if he belonged in such places—but because he was staring at the polished man before him. Very few times had he actually seen the man even half dressed in their meetings. Usually, Sebastian was in much less. That baffled feeling met him yet again, the same one from their first meeting. Who knew the man could clean up so very well and become that much more handsome to the eye. Ben ripped his eyes away from the suit to look over at the flowers, this time….very confused.

“Hello…those wouldn’t happen to be for me, would they?”, a confidence dragged from the depths to greet his favorite patron.


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Sebastian Burnett
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 10:18 AM
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Age // 694

Posts // 57

Rank // Lord

Nicknames // Seb

Species // Demon

Status // Yeah, right then + Pansexual

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"Spit on it before you sit on it."

Sara + Eastern + She/her


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He hadn’t arrived too early. The reservation for the table had been for 6:30 and he’d told Evan to arrive between then and 7 o’clock. Sebastian had made sure he was early for the reservation (they were even near a scenic window that looked into a pleasantly woody part of Central Park rather than looking out into the concrete jungle of the city… or directly at another building.) The other items of tonight he had discussed with the waitress that had brought his drink and his date’s. He didn’t even have to drink the whiskey at all, the demon had been flipping through the wine selections and had settled on a deep red wine to be brought to the table. Mixing his alcohol didn’t bother the demon at all but it may have been too much to handle for the witch. Before Evan showed up, he asked the waitress to replace the whiskey with a water with lemon and mint. And as he drained his bourbon glass, handing it off to her, he ordered the wine to be brought to the table. She had seemed more than happy to oblige. This place always did have such pleasant workers.

Now chewing on a mint so he didn’t reek of bourbon when his date arrived, he didn’t have to wait too long before the hostess was smiling at him and announcing that he’d finally arrived. Putting the menu he’d been looking at back down on the table, he smiled at the escort who seemed a little frozen in place. Until he noticed the flowers.

Picking them up while also standing, Sebastian closed the distance between them both, wrapping his free arm around him to pull him close and present the flowers. “They are for you.” And immediately after saying so, he found Evan’s lips with his own in a rather passionate lip lock. Just as quickly as it had started, Seb pulled away with a wicked smirk on his lips.Making sure to pull out Evan’s chair before sitting back down himself, he could most certainly feel the stares coming their way now. Some of them filled with envy and Sebastian wasn’t sure if it was for him or for Evan but either way, the sweet smell of envy was always welcome for this demon.

Soon, the waitress was bringing over a small metal trolley that had a bucket of ice placed on top, the wine Sebastian had chosen inside the bucket and a set of wine glasses set neatly to the side. She placed down small napkins before setting the glasses on the table and presented Sebastian the wine and opened it for them. She poured the first glass for them both and then told them she would be back for their food orders shortly. Thanking her, the demon could finally turn his attention to his date for the night.

This was a rather fancy place but the way Evan had chose to dress was different than what Sebastian had been planning. The escort seemed to wear darker clothes but tonight he’d made a rather bold statement by wearing the blue. However, it was bringing the unusual mixture of colours in his eyes that just had the demon staring into them. “You look handsome tonight, Evan He said, swirling the blood red liquid around in the glass before taking a sip. He made a sound of approval at the taste of it.

Leaning forward a bit, there was something in the air that Sebastian caught with his nose rather than just the envy in the air and Evan’s cologne. Trying not to make it obvious that he was trying to pinpoint something, he could actually smell it a bit better as Evan leaned in for his wine glass. It was unmistakable wrath albeit a tad faded now. The demon wondered where that came from or if he was wafting it from somewhere else. It was the demon’s turn to be at a crossroads: does he ask or does he just let it slide and have the subtitle scent of wrath… and frankly just a touch of lust, drive him to crossing his legs all night? It seemed in poor taste to ask if he’d worked tonight. Sorry I was so infrequent with you the last couple weeks. Turns out demons can get sick and I was lucky enough to get it.” Though he didn’t want to share that he’d been in tremendous pain, couldn’t eat or drink anything and mostly had been a pile of woe is me for the past week. He’d stayed away an extra few just to be sure it was out of his system completely. Seb saw that Evan was admiring his flowers. “Like them? I got them from my favorite flower shop.” He couldn’t help but smile. He knew the flowers would be a hit. Hopefully the other gift would be just as good.

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