[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Spikey]

Chaste Dragon Bordello
Nyx, John
Satyr, Mortal

"Oh my goodness, what a Tiger you are. I hope you've had enough, I'm not sure I can last the rest of the night if you're still hungry." Nyx gives the John her best tired tart smile and then changes it to an unsure eager to please little girl expression. "I hope I pleased my master, I hope you will want to see me again." She looks at the John like a lost little waif and thus inviting the guy to reassure her and play rescuer. Guys ate that crap up. It's also what usually got guys into trouble. 

The guy was all smiles and embaresment as he dragged himself out of the bed. A good sign.

Once his ardour was spent he seemed, as were most johns, eager to get away. Post coital guilt in men being what it was. He pulled his pants on and hurriedly buttoned his shirt, glancing back at Nyx from time to time and shaking his head with a grin. He obvioulsy bought her line. 

"I'll ask for you again!" he said as he made the finishing touches to his attire. "Do I leave the money here or downstiars?" 

Once he had paid he ambled down the stairs with one final, wistful glance at Nyx. His puppy dog eyes mixed with an expression of self assuredness and male pride were the last things she saw.

[tag-nabbit]


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