bakerstreet | Something something age ain't nothin' but a number

Something something age ain't nothin' but a number

the AGE GAP meme

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Post with your characters, including what role you'd like your character to play (older/younger) and your preferences (no one under ____, no number 2, roleplay only, etc).
2. Tag around, either choosing options at random or using some kind of RNG.
3. Don't be naughty~. Or do.

OPTIONS
1. All of this is roleplay. You're acting a part.
2. This is real. You're actually living this.

(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

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((Younger one))

[ Older. ]

[Younger!]

[Younger.]

(Younger and would prefer a general older man/younger lady scenario.)

[Younger (15), No 1-3, open to the rest.]

Edited 2016-11-08 00:35 (UTC)

[Younger (14), Open to all prompts.]

( clearly the younger here. )

[ooc: any interest in 6 or 7?]

( actually, i think 6 might be pretty interesting to play! lydia can certainly fit the vixen act, even if i didn't particularly see her going down that path. aus are my life :' ) lets do that one! more than likely she's working as a dancer / potentially private stripper. )

Spike was in a foul mood, or at least he had been when he first arrived. Catching Dru cheating on him with that Chaos demon had been the last straw, and so the vampire just hit the road. His bender had been going strong for just over a month now; drinking, fucking, killing all just to try and sear the imagine of his Dark Princess out of his brain. Even now the bleach blonde vamp wasn't sure what backwater little town he had ended up in, but the place seemed like the place was just on the verge of collapse. In truth the only reason he even bothered to stop was because the sign on the gentlemen's club was just to sodding good to pass up. Cheap beer, all ya can eat hot wing buffet. Damn if both didn't appeal to Spike.

Still when he stepped into the seedy club the last thing he expected to find was a sweet little thing like her. Oh that scent of hers made his mouth water, yet instead of just biting and draining her dry his other cravings seemed to outweigh the benefits of just killing the poor girl. With a wad of cash he had secured himself the small private room, and with a slight smirk the vampire just looked on as she slowly rode his hips. Beer in hand William enjoyed watching her dance, and she could likely feel the way his body reacted to her every move. Oh he figured she was a bit too young to even work here, but the soulless vampire didn't really care. After all it wasn't like there were a lot of birds his own age out there...or at least none that didn't drive him right up the wall.

[Younger. I can play him 14-16, or a bit older. Prefer to stay away from any incest-type prompts, but otherwise OTA.]

[Sending royals away to study in another kingdom was a practice not overly common, but one seen as beneficial for the young royal. It gave a insight of different culture and some kingdoms had brilliant minds to teach what they knew. In the kingdom of Astale the most brilliant mind belonged to the crown prince, Jeile and when the news came that they would get a royalty over he had of course been picked to teach the young prince.

Already enjoying teaching what he knew, Jeile did not complain about the decision and had warmly welcomed the young prince. The first week or so his lessons had simply been on the most basic of culture in Astale and how to behave to not come across as rude. After that he deepened the lessons and even asked Arslan what he would like to learn next. He really liked the other prince and teaching him was a joy. Perhaps he was starting to like him in a less appropriate way, but that he should be able to ignore.]

What kind of lesson would you like today, Arslan?

[ Older/ No to 1-3, 7 and 8. ]

[ She's 18. Please no 1 or 3; could possibly have a case of mistake identity on her end for #6. ]

[She's 16, so younger.]

[OOC: Kenji here is a librarian/teacher usually, and a look at your kink list lines their faves up pretty well. Any interest?]

[Count me in!]

[OOC: Great! Let me know if this needs tweaking.]

Kenji sees them in the library all the time. They're the students with their heads down, sometimes with their earphones plugged in tight, almost always seated at the very ends of tables, away from anyone else who might be there. The ones on the outside in this curious and occasionally vicious social pressure cooker of an American high school.

As a librarian and not a counselor or administrator, he does what he can for them. Brings them the books they request, gets them set up on the computers, and generally leaves them alone and encourages others to do so. With one notable exception that Kenji hopes desperately no one knows about.

Jo Masterson. Lovely, quiet, deceptively strong, and very much underage Jo Masterson. Kenji had begun helping her as he had the others, and when the pretty blonde began to spend more time in the library, he spent more time with her. That time turned into her "volunteer" job at the library, which included after-hours visits to Mr. Asano's house, since he kept books and other files there.

Kenji all but sprang to answer the door when Jo arrived precisely on time for one such "work session". As soon as she was inside, he reached out and stroked the girl's cheek. "Daddy missed you," he said warmly.

[Younger.]

[OOC: Kenji here is a librarian/teacher usually, and a look at Aria's kink list lines their faves up pretty well. Any interest?]

[Sounds good. Aria may have a history with Teachers, too!]

[OOC: Sweet! Yeah, I caught the first season, so I figured he had a shot LOL. Let me know if this works for you.]

For the most part, Mr. Asano's math students seem to like the quiet, pleasant teacher and spare him the grief that some of his colleagues are subjected to. His grading is tough, but fair, his workload reasonable, and he doesn't try to be cool or relatable, just to teach. And he's happy that the subtle accent that still lingers even after a dozen years in the US doesn't seem to hamper things.

Kenji's not sure if any of those attributes had anything to do with Aria Montgomery finding him interesting as much more than a math teacher, but he isn't complaining in the least. Not when the two of them are alone in his classroom for her regularly scheduled Saturday morning tutoring session, behind a locked door and drawn blinds.

From his desk, his eyes rove over the girl's dark hair and delicate features. How he's stumbled onto a bright, beautiful girl like Aria who shares his unusual predilections, Kenji will never know.

As soon as her mother had found out about her father's affair, and a little about A, Aria had been pulled straight out of Rosewood and across the country to New York where they were guests of her cousin. Although Chuck was only on paper a couple of years older than Aria he had also inherited a multi-billion dollar corporation, and the difference was in other ways, especially authority, stark - even if Aria was currently living in a nice suite in the hotel Chuck owned.

"Grounded already, Aria?" Chuck walked into her hotel suite without even knocking, wearing his trademark business suit, and his eyes roaming over her. "Your mother just asked me to make sure you don't go out tonight. I don't know whether that meant she wanted me to tell the hotel staff, to be your babysitter, or to have you locked in something so you can't go out."

OOC: Hope this works

[ Younger. ]

[OOC: Hey there! Care to do something along the lines of 6 or 8 for these two?]

[ ooc: Sure thing! 6 could be fun. ]

[OOC: Great! Let me know if this works for you!]

There were all manner of reasons why a man like Deckard Shaw would choose to pay for certain kinds of companionship rather than going out to a bar or some such and picking up a woman in a more conventional way. Given Shaw's profession, the most important reason revolved around avoiding attachments to other people. Either they could get him caught or killed, or vice versa.

With that in mind, he maintained contacts with individuals and establishments around the world that could supply what he was looking for. That night found him in one of his favorite "gentlemen's clubs" on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The owner was a friend of his and part of Shaw's extended organization, and as such, most of the typical rules for such businesses didn't apply to him.

Supplied with a bottle of expensive scotch, Shaw waited in a secluded, soundproof VIP room for the owner to send up his entertainment. The surveillance had been turned off, and strict instructions were left with security that Shaw and his dancer were not to be disturbed. He had every confidence that he would approve of the selected girl-- the owner knew his tastes, and knew enough to send Shaw a dancer who understood he was a special guest who received special, extensive privileges.

It was only Amy’s second week working at the club, but she was one of the more popular dancers. She took to it naturally with very little anxiety or trepidation. While she was excellent on the stage, it surprised her when she was called back by the owner to a private room. Her boss told her very seriously just how important the customer was and how important it was to impress him and make sure he left a happy man. No pressure.

Amy came into the room looking only slightly more tense than usual, but she looked beautiful, the kind of beautiful you don’t get from surgery or piling on makeup. She smiled coyly at the man seated before her, licking her glossed lips quickly with a subtle flick of her tongue.

“Hi, I’m Amy.” She pushed her hair over her shoulders, making her breasts even more visible. Everything about it was a part of a show and she knew it, from her earrings to her heels. Of course, other than her g-string, she wasn’t really wearing much else. The show was her. Her movements, her gestures. All of it was meant to seduce him.

“Would you like me to start with a dance?” She took one slow step towards him, pushing her hip out slightly. It seemed like a safe assumption, but some men might want to jump straight to other things.

When the girl entered the VIP room, Shaw's cock all but jumped to attention.

She was precisely what he would have asked for, which told him he'd invested his money in the right club and the right manager. The dancer was young, lithe, blonde, and very pretty, and looked cautious, but not scared. That was especially important to him, as he had no particular taste for having to hand-hold a girl through what he wanted.

"Nice to meet you, Amy. You can call me... Mister Shaw."

His eyes ran up from the platform heels she wore, up her long, toned legs to the microscopic g-string, up her stomach and lovely breasts to her face and long blonde hair. Yes indeed, Shaw was satisfied so far. "A dance would be lovely. Start up there," he instructed, pointing toward the small raised platform with the pole, "for a bit, then come down here to me."

“Sure thing, Mister Shaw.” Amy smiled at him taking slow steps up to the platform. She grabbed the pole, holding onto it as she swayed and moved her hips. Twirling around the pole, she wrapped one leg around it and spun. When she came to a stop, she stood behind the pole. Her heels stayed together and her hands remained on the pole as she slowly slid down, spreading her knees apart. As she slowly stood back up her body slid up against the shiny metal pole.

Amy closed her eyes and slid her hands over her breasts and down her body. They travelled back up again to slowly toss her hair over her shoulders. Her eyes opened slowly to gaze seductively at Shaw. She grabbed ahold of the pole once more to help guide her as she slid into a crouched pose once more, her free hand sliding to her knee. Her hand traveled slowly from her hand inward, but before it could touch anything else, Amy focused her attention on slipping into a standing position once more to twirl around the pole a few times.

She stopped mid-twirl, looking over her shoulder to Mister Shaw, and decided it was about time for some close up action. Stepping down off of the platform, she took slow steps towards him, swaying her hips all the way. Amy took a seat right in his lap and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What can I do for you, Mister Shaw?” She asked in a sexy, low voice.

Leaning back, Shaw threw an arm over the back of couch where he sat, sipping at his drink with his other hand. His eyes were glued to Amy's performance, their gaze raking over her slim, lithe form, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth with every twist and turn of her body. She really was a hell of a dancer, and he could have happily watched her for longer if he hadn't been in the mood for much more.

Thankfully, it seemed as though the girl sensed as much and deposited herself on his lap. Whatever scent or lotion she was using smelled good, and her skin was soft as he curled one arm around Amy and let his hand rest on her hip.

"That was very nice," he said, letting his accent color every word, knowing what it did to some American girls. "Now let's see what you can do up close and personal, hmm?"

Amy straightened up, one knee on either side of Shaw’s lap straddling him but managing to keep a tiny bit of space between them, and swayed a bit. Her hands traveled up her body, pushing up her breasts slightly, then found their way to his shoulders, pushing him back in his seat. “Sit back, Mister Shaw. Enjoy the show.”

She got to her feet, but only briefly. Her hands spread his knees slightly so that she could grind her ass against the erection straining against his pants. Amy turned and got close to his face, close enough to kiss him, and slithered down his body, breasts brushing against the material of his clothing. She knelt between his knees and with one hand felt the bulge between his legs. Only after a moment of teasing did she begin to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants.

“You’ve got a big one for me…” Amy smiled up at him, taking his cock in her hand before taking it into her mouth. Her glossed lips wrapped around it, sliding up and down. This was a special privilege, but her boss had made it clear that Mister Shaw was to be granted every privilege.

He'd seen the tease before-- a gorgeous dancer's body just inches from his, her hands caressing the very skin that his own hands were itching to touch, her breath on his face, promising a kiss that would never come. But somehow, the teases were doing a hell of a number on him, tempting and torturing him even more than usual.

The slither of her soft, smooth skin down his clothes made him growl a little, and the pressure of her tight ass against his lap made him growl even more. But when Amy slid between his legs, he was ready for more teasing and what he expected would be one hell of a lap dance.

And then the girl pulled out his cock. Shaw's face split into a wide smile as Amy's full lips stretched their way around his girth and slid down a few inches. He gripped the back of the couch tightly. "Oh-- oh, fuck, girl-- that's fucking good, the way you suck that cock..."

It hadn’t been that long since Amy had started here, so it wasn’t like she was one of the harder girls. She wasn’t a seasoned pro. Still, she was quite talented at giving head and let it show with every caress of her tongue. She worked her head up and down, remaining purposely slow to tease him further and prolong the process.

Amy tilted her head up just slightly so that she could look up at Mister Shaw. Eye contact was everything and the wicked look in her eyes was sure to spur him on.

As far as paying customers went, Mister Shaw was one of the more attractive men she’d attended to and his accent didn’t hurt, either. It made Amy’s job a little more fun and if she was having fun it was more likely that he was going to, as well.

She moaned as she sucked on his cock, making a show of her efforts. Amy actually liked the idea of getting him off. She couldn’t wait to get a mouthful of him.

He hissed through clenched teeth as Amy continued her amazing assault on his cock, her mouth teasing and torturing him in a way he never wanted to stop. The way the hot, wet grip of her lips and tongue rode over his length made his head nearly spin. "Shit, Amy... Don't know where you learned how to do this, but I'm damn glad you did."

Already, his breath was getting faster and more shallow. When their eyes locked, his cock twitched between her lips. He could see the flame behind the girl's eyes. Amy was enjoying what she was doing, was getting off on getting him off. Whoever had recruited her was getting a raise.

Deckard's hand moved down until he was stroking her thick blonde hair. "You're on track to get me to blow my load, darling. But don't worry, I'm good for more than one."

Mister Shaw really was something. Even if it was work, Amy counted herself lucky to have been the girl chosen for this particular job. Whether he knew it or not, he was lucky, too. She worked on his cock enthusiastically like it was a popsicle on a hot day, sucking it hard and only taking him out of her mouth to make a show of dramatically licking his length. It was as much about the visual effect as it was about how it felt.

She took him back into her mouth because she knew he must have been fairly close. Amy wanted to get as much of him in her mouth as possible.

She found her way between his legs again to touch his balls with her soft, warm hands. They caressed him and gently brushed against, just enough to make their presence known. Amy knew to keep herself busy. It wasn’t all about the mouth with a good blowjob.

Shaw's breathing was already feeling ragged, which was a testament to Amy's abilities. He'd been blown all over the world, and this little sweetheart was giving him one of his best ever. His hips rolled slightly in rhythm with the bobbing of Amy's head, except when she pulled off to give him a show. The girl was gorgeous, particularly at that moment.

The touch of her fingers on his balls made them lurch in her hand. If the girl hadn't already had him rushing to the end, that was the push he needed.

"Keep it up, love, and you're going to get a mouthful. Don't spill a drop, and your tip'll get bigger as fast as my cock."

A few moments later, Deckard doesn't really give her much of a choice as one stroke too many makes him pop.

[Younger, 16+. Would prefer to avoid outright incestuous scenarios, but otherwise we're good!]

[Either.]

Edited 2016-11-08 06:40 (UTC)

[No one under 18. Callias is 36, so he's probably the older one. But I'm flexible.]

( older )

[younger]

Edited 2016-11-08 19:32 (UTC)

laughs over salad
older

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Something something age ain't nothin' but a number

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