Mei was warm and sensual in Julien's arms, her lips soft like velvet. Her perfume filled his nose, and her fingertips teased caresses against his skin. A primal urge stirred in him when his name rolled off her tongue; he could not help the low sound in his throat when she pulled away. [break][break]

He followed her to the jacuzzi. Situated in a corner of the hotel suite against massive windows, it provided a gorgeous view of Petalburg City at night. The edge of the jacuzzi was wide enough for wine glasses or small plates of food, but Julien and Mei had no need for either. [break][break]

Starting the machine was easy enough, and within minutes, the rumble of its jets banished the silence of the room. Julien dipped his hand into the water to test its temperature and, finding it sufficient, stepped back to undress. [break][break]

He shed his shirt first, revealing a well-muscled fencer's upper body and arms. Then, without any shame, he stripped the rest of his clothing off before slipping into the jacuzzi. Taking up position in one corner, he sat with his shoulders and arms above the water. [break][break]

"Come here, Mei," he said, the mildness of tone making his words no less of a command. The expectation was obvious: he wanted her on his lap.

TAGS – Mei Liu[break]
NOTES – mission | outfit

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She relished the way he stripped so unabashedly, no-nonsense and straightforward, confident in his body - as he ought to be, considering he had the chiseled muscles of an athlete. Her eyes watched appreciatively as he lowered himself into the water, making no effort to mask her own genuine desire.[break][break]
His orders were clear, and though this was a common dance between client and escort, she found that she wanted to make a show of it in a way that wasn't mere foreplay, but something special. So she turned to face him, and slowly stepped out of her heels. Manicured fingertips languidly - teasingly - unzipped the back of the dress just enough for it to loosen. She pulled at the bodice, and it all fell away in a heap at her feet, followed by a lace thong she'd picked for the occasion.[break][break]
She smiled down at Julien, confident, giving him time to drink in the view of her fully exposed curves before she moved to the lip of the jacuzzi.[break][break]
In one fluid motion, she stepped into the water, and bent to straddle his lap. The warmth of the frothing bubbles was as inviting as the solid feel of him against her thighs, and she leaned in to press her chest to his and plant a kiss beneath his ear.[break][break]
"Now isn't this nice?" She purred, smiling into his neck.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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Though Mei's little strip tease was brief, she achieved her goal of arousing Julien further. When she settled onto his lap, he gripped her hips and pulled them flush against his. Water streamed down his arm as he lifted his hand out of the water to tilt her chin for a kiss on the mouth. [break][break]

"Very nice," he conceded, murmuring against her lips. Then he kissed her again, over and over, languid and unhurried. Unlike other men, Julien had no reason to rush after his pleasure. [break][break]

Yet the nature of their intimacy nevertheless stoked the flames of his passion. His hands wandered every inch of Mei's curves, caressing and squeezing her ample assets. His mouth trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. [break][break]

Before long, Julien had enough of foreplay. Using his hands, he brought their bodies together at last. A soft moan escaped his lips as she enveloped him completely. Quiet praise followed, the encouragement laced with filthy words.

TAGS – Mei Liu[break]
NOTES – mission | outfit

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His affirmation - very nice - sent a shiver through her, and for a blissful moment, she did not feel like his escort but his lover in truth. His touch was sensual and drawn-out, savoring her every curve with something akin to an artist's reverence for a masterful example of their beloved craft. She was worshiped in a way few men ever cared to do, so intent were many on the shameful nature of paying for pleasure - quick to enter, thrust, shudder, and leave.[break][break]
But this was something entirely different; this was the sort of intimacy she craved for her own sake, that her own life had presented precious few opportunities to enjoy. Julien was attentive and ravenous, and the moans she murmured into his mouth did not need to be faked. Strong hands groped her in all the right places, and when they finally came together, she sighed against him, hands curling into his hair as she moved atop him.[break][break]
Whispered praise urged her on, the friction of the jacuzzi jets churning the water around them adding an extra thrill. Pressure building, she pressed herself closer, breath hitching as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I'm - " she gasped, unaccustomed to just how deeply satisfying it felt to let go and lose herself in real ecstasy.[break][break]

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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There was no doubt about it: Mei was an expert in her craft. Every movement of her hips and moan that fell from her mouth drew Julien deeper and deeper into her spell. If he was a lesser man, a weaker man, he would have fallen for her illusion. [break][break]

That she was his lover in truth, instead of a service being rendered. [break][break]

As Mei's pace quickened, Julien urged her on with hushed words breathed between grunts and groans. His hands gripped her hips, helping her bring them both to completion. [break][break]

And finally, she gasped. Her face contorted in pleasant confusion as a sudden "oh!" escaped her. The sight of her ecstasy pushed him over the edge. Stars burst in his vision, and something inside him snapped. Burying his face in her neck, he shuddered against her. [break][break]

Julien took three deep breaths to calm his racing heart, then raised his head. A lazy smile spread across his face as he gazed into Mei's eyes. "Good girl," he rumbled, genuinely pleased.

TAGS – Mei Liu[break]
NOTES – mission | outfit

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She looked down at him with a somewhat dazed expression, cheeks flushed from the heat of the bath and their shared passion. Good girl? Her lips quirked automatically into a small, proud grin. She had been good - she was always good - but for some reason, hearing it from him, in that tone of voice was...different. Her heart fluttered against her chest, and she felt suddenly compelled to nuzzle his ear and murmur breathily, "Good girls do as they're told. Where to next, hm?"[break][break]
He wants me to submit, she realized...but there was a stark contrast between the sort of reckless, violent domination of a man unaccustomed to real power - who's only taste of it was the chance to toss around an escort - and what Julien was. He had the quiet, controlled confidence of an elite man who simply liked being in charge, plain and simple. He did not need to play at power: he was the real thing.[break][break]
And Mei found that she wanted to please him - for her own sake as much as his.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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Fire reignited in Julien's belly when Mei grinned at the praise and leaned in to nuzzle him. [break][break]

"Eager for another round already?" he asked, more amused than amazed. Reaching over, he hit the switch to turn off the jacuzzi. "Let's get out of here and dry off first." [break][break]

He eased her off his lap and handed her one of the fluffy white towels folded at the side of the tub. After stepping out himself, he dried off and wrapped his own towel around his waist, then scooped her up princess-style to carry her to bed. [break][break]

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The next morning, Julien received an email from the hotel that the roads had been cleared of snow and guests were free to leave as they wished. While Mei was still asleep, he showered and dressed in a change of clothes he'd brought with him. [break][break]

The mattress creaked as he sat down on the bed next to her. "Good morning, Miss Liu. I've already checked us out, so you can leave anytime before noon," he said, his voice low, as if he was speaking of something private. He set a thick envelope full of PD bills onto the bedside table. "Your payment." [break][break]

Gently, he brushed a lock of dark hair from her face, before sliding his knuckles down her cheek in a brief caress. Then he stood, collected his things, and left the room.

TAGS – Mei Liu[break]
NOTES – mission | outfit

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It was a blissful sleep. Mei could not remember the last time she'd collapsed into the comforts of a top tier bed, completely worn out from not just ensuring someone else enjoyed their time with her, but from her own passionate release - multiple times over. It was a rare thing: to find a lover through her line of work that was truly capable of providing her with an equitable degree of ecstasy.[break][break]
It is just another lie, she tried to tell herself as Julien moved with her, praised her, held her, made her shiver with delight. No matter how pretty.[break][break]
Why, then, was she disappointed to find his side of the bed empty the next morning, as she came to consciousness? The sound of his voice, low and sultry even still, however, sent a sudden thrill through her as she realized he hadn't actually left. His weight was a warm and welcome presence next to her, and she almost reached out to pull him back down to her - entice him into one more embrace.[break][break]
But his words were a common declaration, one she'd heard a thousand times, heralding his leaving. The soft thump of an envelope left on a bedside table, an equally familiar sound. This was normally the good part: the part where she counted her earnings, pleased, already calculating how many more clients she would need to see that month in order to pay her bills - and still have something leftover to treat herself.[break][break]
She shifted in the bed, turning her back on the money.[break][break]
"If you have need of a companion for some future function," she found herself murmuring, an uncharacteristic reminder for a man she doubted she would see again - the rich and powerful ones tended to prefer variety. "You know how to find me." She paused as the door opened, eyes fluttering shut once more. "Goodbye, Julien."

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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