Kiss And Control [Matrixx/Open]

[mason coultier]

Business and pleasure. They weren't always separate, and to be frank, Mason preferred it when they weren't. His visits to Madame Matrixx's abode were both, and he had to say that it was definitely his favourite part of the job. Not that it was official business, of course; he would lose his gun and badge if the brass ever found out what he did in his free time, but for the moment he was home free.

Mason carried a lot of sway within the force, despite being intensely disliked by several of the other officers, and he fulfilled his end of the deal with Madame Matrixx; he kept the force off her back and out of her hair. Hell, he even arranged for a few officers to show up, off-duty, and give her a little extra business. Few things could be said for Mason, but when he made a promise, he tended to complete it fully.

Along with that, however, came the unspoken expectation of others to do the same. That was what had brought him to the home of the lovely Madame today; to collect. Sometimes she paid him in cash, sometimes in other services. It was really all the same to Mason, so long as he was satisfied. The loaded gun at his hip reminded him that the power still rested squarely in his hands.

Mason lounged around in the lobby patiently, waving to a couple of the girls he recognized. She never kept him waiting long; a fact he appreciated. It would have been such a shame to bring the place crashing down around her head, but Mason would do it in a heartbeat if it suited his needs.

[JINXXX]

Jinx was wandering about aimlessly, she had gotten a few offers today for work, but none had been interesting enough. Always the same old boring characters, she lived for a challenge, to embody someone no one else was willing to. There was nothing Jinx would be too fearful or proud to do, and it was a quality she kept reserved for clients that she deemed worthy of it.

As it turned out Mason Coultier was one of those men, and as she glided through the lobby her eyes immediately narrowed on him. The corner of her mouth turned up absently in a flirtatious half-smile as she walked on over towards him. Unlike some of the other women out and about, a simple wave did not suit her character today, no, she wanted to chat him up a bit.

Today she donned a simple green dress that hung loosely at her shoulders and was held tightly to her frame by a few buttons that lined the front, coming down to her midthigh. If need be, all one had to do was tug and the thing would peel right off. Her hair was dark today, and worn down, reaching a little below her shoulders in a few lose curls. Overall it was a coy look, the girl next door that seemed innocent but was clearly not.

"Hello Mr Mason,"she greeted, coming to a stop in front of him. "Waitin' on Madam today?" she asked, leaning casually against the nearest wall. Jinx personally hoped he wasn't, because then she'd have more time to converse, but there was little other reason for him to be here. Her lips curved up in a shy, almost submissive manner as she looked down at her feet for a moment--just one more quirk of todays persona.

[mason coultier]

A broad smile lit up Mason's face when he saw Jinx walking around. Though he would never say it to her face, she was one of his personal favourites, and definitely the preferred lady of the night at this particular establishment. Admittedly, Mason took some pride in having sampled the wares of the head of the service, but there was just something about Jinx that kept him coming back.

"Jinxie! Yeah, I've got business to attend to. You know how it is." Mason had been sitting down, but he pushed himself to a standing position when Jinx arrived. He didn't like being at a lower height than someone he was talking to, especially if that someone was a woman, and even more especially when that woman was in such a profession as this.

Leaning against the wall alongside her, Mason pulled his leather jacket into a more stable position on his body. "So how've you been, Jinx?" Mason did not have to do a lot to get Jinx talking; the girl loved a good conversation and Mason was not about to deny her of something that he enjoyed as well. Later, perhaps, he would indulge in something else that they both enjoyed.

[JINXXX]

Jinx kept her body gently pressed to the wall, her hip jutting out slightly to pull the green fabric just a little higher on her thigh, exposing a bit more skin. She flashed him a brilliant smile when he greeted her, getting to his feet. "Oh I do," she winked. "Business is pleasure." This business anyway... she thought inwardly.

Her gaze traveled from his feet up his body, pausing at his face now as he spoke. "Oh you know, the usual," she paused, biting on her lower lip gently as her mouth curved up in a slightly suggestive smile. "You know how it is." She repeated a phrase he'd used just moments before, and then laughed airily, her fingers twirling the ends of her long brown hair.

Jinx leaned in a little closer now, her small frame looking even tinier next to Mason's, and glanced up at him. She made sure their bodies were close enough to indicate they had been intimate, but not close enough to actually touch. "Try out any of the new girls 'round here yet?" she inquired, the tone of her voice indicating she didn't think highly of them. "One is suppose to be a real good with her mouth...maybe you should give her a go..." she added before pursing her lips slightly.

She was obviously being sarcastic, and slightly teasing with her words. Jinx would rather have Mason for herself, as she blatantly indicated by standing so close to him, and talking rather than giving a dainty little wave. He was interesting, and even more importantly, he was fun.

[mason coultier]

"New girls? Nah, Jinxie, you know I always come for you." The double-entendre was intentional and Mason flashed a grin as he said it. In truth, Mason had not been back to the service since the last time he had come to collect payment from the Madam. Work had been piling up at the station and he had just not had the time to get by recreationally.

Mason reached out with a hand as they stood together, brushing Jinx's cheek with the tips of his fingers. He was not a gentle man, but he did know how to treat beauty, "Damn, Jinx, you're too good for this place. Those other girls are nothing." Such was their routine, teasing and sarcasm back and forth. Mason definitely favoured Jinx, but his tone of voice destroyed any sentimental sappy qualities that the words might have carried.

Mason's acute ears picked up on the sound of an elevator descending. Only one woman used the elevator in the middle of the lobby. He smiled at Jinx again, raising his eyes to the tower of metal that rose into the ceiling. "Looks like my appointment's here. Keep your day open, kid, I might drop by later. I'm in the mood for a surprise today." Mason was smiling now, his attention divided between the girl in front of him and the woman that was about to appear.

God, he loved this job.

[( MADAME MATRIXX )]

Madam Matrixx really had it all. Success, fame and fortune...with all the friends a girl could ask for. The woman was the founder of a multi-million dollar business, and she made both her girls and clientele very comfortable. If there was something either of the two needed she was quick to provide. Loved and adored by almost every person she came in contact with, it was rare for her to develop many enemies. There were those who envied her, but they were still quick to appease her. Around here, the woman was god and provided as such. Today, she had a very special meeting with a rather interesting man who was currently awaiting her arrival.

With two very burly men flanking her on either side, she entered the elevator that had been designed for her own personal use. It was the only one that reached her own personal quarters and thus was the most secured elevator in the building. No one entered it unless advised, and even then there was a strict policy. Although loved and adored by many, Madam wasn't a fool. Her safety was also a very high priority along with the comforts of her girls and guests. Whoever entered the ruby red elevator never really was the same person exiting. This very elevator opened to the lobby with a cheery chime. Her head was bowed as the doors entered, reading something on the piece of paper she held in her hands.

As she brought her head up, the room filled with the sweet smelling nectar of her perfume. It was one of those scents that nullifies your senses and makes you feel comfortable and secure. The large men in her company stepped out before she did, and as she entered her presence consumed the attention of the room. The way she was dressed was always very extravagant and ultra flattering. Today, she was wearing a dress that flaunted her curves but also left a little mystery about them. A warm, gentle found itself a home on her red lips and she stepped closer to the two people in her lobby.

"Mr. Mason," she began, her voice just as sweet and seductive as the way she smelled. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Her apology wasn't really necessary. Really, she hadn't been long. Promptly on time, to be exact. However, she was one of utmost courtesy...especially with Mason Coultier. She stood before him proudly, and even though he stood taller than she, the atmosphere around her masked what little intimidation he had. Leaning in to kiss both of his cheeks in greeting, she turned her attention to Jinx. This girl meant the world to her, and her smile widened as she addressed her. "Jinx, my sweet." she stated graciously, adding soft peck of the lips on Jinx's own perfect pink pout.

This girl was her everything. The perfect, idealistic woman that would go to the edge of the earth and back for Madam if asked. Now, this also worked both ways to a degree with most of her girls, but Jinx had won both her affection and heart. She'd do anything for her, as would Jinx do the same. She left her with a quick embrace in a hurried sort of way, knowing Mason was waiting for her. Clearing her throat, she winked at Jinx and gave Mason her full attention. "Now, shall we head to my quarters and discuss this month's dues?" she said lightly, her words dripping with sugar. Really, she adored Mason and actually looked at their little arrangement as another form of protection. That was Madam Matrixx for you. Always looking at things positively.

[JINXXX]

Her pink lips turned up in a coy smile at his words, he did know just what she wanted to hear. "Just how I like it." Double-entendre or not. Jinx enjoyed their conversation, it was always full of goodies, and it was not one sided. Most men that came around these parts wanted one thing, and did not beat around the bush, whereas Jinx quite enjoyed the lead-up.

Mason grazed her cheek, and she couldn't help but repress a soft laugh, her brown eyes quite lively now. "I know," she flashed him a mischievous little grin and playfully nipped at his fingers as his hand dropped. Someone was approaching, and not just anyone...that was the sound of an elevator. Madam. Mason was no longer focusing on her, he was looking elsewhere, and she felt the tug of jealousy within her.

Now, Jinx did not have a particular attachment to Mason, but she did love the spotlight...and sharing it--no matter with whom--was not something she enjoyed. Unwilling to let personal feelings ruin her act, she simply turn to look behind her. The show must go on Jinxie my girl...she thought dryly.

"Kid's have bedtimes Mr Mason," she replied, stressing the word kid. "Can't stay up that late." Her words were sarcastic, but somehow still pleasant, as was her way. Before much more could be said Madam made her appearance, and Jinx smiled. "Don't worry, I warmed him up for ya." She winked and leaned in, kissing her lightly on the lips. This form of greeting was only reserved for Madam, none of the other escorts got that.

"Think it's past my bedtime, you two have fun now." Jinx flashed them both a brilliant smile before brushing past Mason, her hand purposely swiping past his behind on her way out, a large grin planted on her face. Jinx did enjoy making an exit.

[mason coultier]

Success? Mason had as much of that as he could handle. Fame? Mason wasn't interested. Fortune? Always nice, but he had found ways to live comfortably within his current means. There was one thing Madame Matrixx had that Mason wanted however, and that was power. Mason lived for it, breathed it, knew it inside and out. All things considered, this relationship gave him a fair amount of power over the woman, and when you controlled someone of her stature, well, that was only the more rewarding.

"Yes, let's do that." Normally, anyone in Madame's presence would be frisked by the two massive bodyguards that walked around with her - enjoying the view doubtlessly - but Mason was an exception. They knew better than to interfere with Madame's business dealings with him. As he made his way toward the elevator, he felt a hand slide across his ass, and he turned to watch Jinx walk away, a smirk playing at his features. Unable to resist, he called after her, "I'll be along to tuck you in leater, sweetheart." Once again, coming from another it might have been sweet, but from Mason it was just another tease.

Shaking his head, Mason preceded Madame Matrixx into the elevator, turning to face her once he was settled against the back wall. "Business before pleasure, I suppose. I trust it has been good the last month." In front of the bodyguards, they would discuss nothing of direct value, but small talk was certainly still an option.

Running a hand along his chin, Mason felt the stubble there, deciding it was just getting long enough to warrant a shave. That would have to wait until he got home, however; the dealings with Matrixx usually went smoothly, but Mason had a feeling he had a long night ahead with Jinx.