Post by OPHELIA SARKISSIAN on Oct 23, 2016 20:28:12 GMT -5
OPHELIA it's a version of perversion Ophelia lazily walked with Tony though the house, smiling at some people she recognized and waving at the others. There were some interesting people here today, and she hoped to have time for all of them. If not, there were other nights to mingle with them. With Emma gone for the time being, O was mingling more frequently. Even if it wasn’t much of a change from her usual amount. It just helped her meet more people and get to know them. After all, making contacts and connection was a big plus for her business. With the new addition to the male dangers and escorts, it brought in new clientele. They were no catering to a whole other demographic that had once seemed taboo. When O had first started the brothel back in Budapest, it wasn’t too hard to get women for the job. There were many after the war that were struggling to survive, and some that had been struggling even before that. Times had been far different and earning a paycheck by such means was not acceptable, but more common than most cared to admit. Now, it seemed to be harder to find woman who would do such a job. Many felt they were better than that. However, O did not see it as a shameful act. Sex was natural. It kept people alive and it held a purpose as well. Why should anyone feel ashamed of bringing themselves some enjoyment. Though, now those that were working for her made a pretty penny. Most clients paid a good deal for a decent escort one that they knew wasn’t going to give them some STD or rob them blind. It was a far better deal now then before. As they cleared the first floor and move to the second, they had to stop for a moment while one of her dancers updated her on the progress of the male strip club. It was going far better than anticipated and the female clientele was increasing. The place had been a gentlemen’s club for far too long, and it was time to include the neglected ladies. Giving Tony’s butt a firm squeeze, she let her dancer know she was going to be occupied for a while. However, most knew that even if she was occupied they could find her in case of an emergency. ”Mr. Stark and I will be enjoying the third floor accommodations. Though you are free to join us cupcake.” she explained to the dancer giving her a wink before leading Tony up another set of stairs. This time they were on the second floor that offered yet another arrangement of entertainment for their guests. ”Feel free to stop if you see something that interest you.” she added while still holding on to his arm. At this point, either one of them could be leading there really was no telling. When he started explaining about Maria Hill’s situation, O perked up listening careful. She enjoyed information far too much. Even if it seemed like a useless little tid bit, the Hungarian woman often stored it away. After all, one never knew when it would come in handy. ”That is a surprise. I did not think the World Security Council would be giving out amnesty to traitors so easily. Unless of course our Ms. Hill has provided them with substantial information.” she mused out loud. ”Given the charges against her as well Mr. Rogers and Ms. Romanoff, one would think the WSC received something for their troubles.” O was fishing for more information. After all, finding out the WSC was doing such a thing, meant something might be happening. Things were changing and the sudden pardons gave them an advantage. Maybe it was the whole ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’. Hearing his reason for being there had the green haired beauty laughing softly. ”I do not get stuck with anyone darling. If I wish to spend my time with you I shall. If you bore me, I will make my leave regardless of who you are, or how much money you can bring in.” she explained in a matter of fact way. ”I believe she is with Renault, our head of security. Your guest is in good hands. Do not worry. I have enjoyed Renault myself.” she explained as if it were a normal thing to pass sex partners around like candy. ”Doesn’t everyone enjoy a good game once in a while?” she tossed back after he asked if she enjoyed playing them. It was quite obvious given how she had yet to give him her name. Walking into the room on the third floor, O let him take it in while she stretched out on the couch, watching him with a bemused expression on her face. ”Each room caters to a different taste or fantasy. But the general layout for the rooms are similar.” she explained reaching over to the side table, pouring herself a glass of wine that was sitting in the ice bucket. ”Have you truly never been in any of the rooms?” she asked finding that quite a surprise. ”I would think someone would have brought you up here for a good time in all your time with us.” she added crossing a leg over the other while watching him almost lazily. ”My name is Ophelia Sarkissian. Though I will not be offended if you do not know who I am.” she added just so he knew she did not care. There were plenty of people who did know her and plenty who had yet to have the pleasure. ”Now darling, you must tell me a secret. One that is not publicly known. It is only fair.” she added given she had told him her name, something he had wished to know. ”I will answer any question you have for me, if you answer one of your own.” she explained taking a sip of the wine. ”I can offer you another if it helps. I am owner and founder of the largest escort company in the world.” ...that is only for the lucky people
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