Past my bedtime {Mason}

[JINXXX]

((Continued from here))

Jinx had made a quick getaway in style, even getting a bit of ass grazing on her way out. She was almost home free when she heard his words calling after her. "I'll be along to tuck you in later, sweetheart." At this she shook her bottom playfully, no words escaping her lips as she danced up the stairs to her suite.

Room sixteen, a symbolic number for her. She pushed open the door to her room, entering the dimly lit suite, taking in the sweet yet subtle scent that was Jinx. Unlike Madam, her perfume was barely noticeable, unless you were close enough and even then it was a subtle and alluring smell that you just couldn't seem to get enough of.

Moving in a bounding leap she dove into her comfy satin sheeted bed, burying her face in their luxurious feather like feel before rolling onto her back. After gazing up at herself on the ceiling mirror she gave a small sigh and got up, turning on her music--Get This Party Started by Pink--and began to bounce around. Today Jinx felt playful, and this was helping to get her pumped up.

She danced her way around her bed, moving to her drawers as she debated her wardrobe. A lanky blue slip caught her eye so she slipped off her clothing and tugged it over her head along with the matching blue bra--no panties.

Her brown hair hung loosely, and she didn't bother with makeup or accessories...Jinx didn't really need either. Instead she turned the music off, now quickly settling into her new character. Tonight Mason would be getting the feisty and sensual Jinx that had a insatiable appetite for police officers named Mr Mason. He liked having power, that much she'd realized early on, but that didn't mean she had to be submissive.

Once she had her head in the right place, Jinx poured out two glasses of Scotch and awaited her visit, sipping lightly at her own drink. It was Mason's favorite, and she didn't mind the beverage.

[mason coultier]

Things with the Madam had gone smoothly, as usual, though admittedly Mason's unusual request had complicated matters somewhat. Still, the terms of the deal had been reached and Mason was satified. Well, satisfied in one sense. Staying around beautiful women always got Mason's blood flowing to all the right places, and he had luscious little Jinx awaiting him to take care of that.

One of her more frequent customers, Mason could find his way to Jinx's suite with his eyes closed. Just a few minutes after descending that red elevator, Mason was knocking on the door out of courtesy before entering. Jinx would be waiting, he knew, and she was always full of surprises. Mason liked being in control, there was no question about it, but that didn't mean he didn't like the unexpected, at least so long as it was a controlled environment. Jinx was a firecracker that loved her work, and any surprise she thought up was fair game for the corrupt cop.

"Wonderful lady, your madam is." He remarked, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it by the door. "I knew there was a reason I loved coming here." Regarding Jinx with a sly look, taking a seat and picking up the glass that she had left for him. He was teasing her again, refraining from commenting on her wardrobe as he usually did. She looked quite good enough to eat, and Mason intended to indulge that desire a little later, but for the moment it was her mind that he wanted to play with.

Mason knew full well the usual type of man that walked in through Matrixx's doors, but he also knew the type of women that prowled it. Neither one was normally very intelligent, or gifted to conversation beyond the realm of bedroom banter. Mason and Jinx were kindred spirits in that intelligence, and was one of the many reasons that Mason kept coming back to her.

Sniffing and then sipping the scotch appreciatively, Mason smiled over at the girl opposite him, "Ah, Jinxie, you do know what I like." Not that it was hard to tell; Mason was a blunt individual unless he had to be subtle, and usually did not bother to hide what he wanted or how he intended to get it. Personally, however, he was a mystery, and once again a kindred spirit with Jinx. She was not in a job that lent itself to being your true self, and Mason's detective instinct told him that he had no idea just who that was. That was another reason he kept coming back, but he would never say a word to it. He paid for her company, not for a history lesson.

[JINXXX]

Jinx was perched at the edge of the bed, her legs stretched out before her, the gentle curves of her body flaunted by her outstretched position. Her free hand reached out behind her to keep her steady and the other held her scotch which she gingerly sipped at until the knock at her door. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly in the faintest hint of a smile, her eyes instantly lighting up. "I'm already tucked in," she called out, teasing him from earlier.

Let the show begin...

Mason took a seat beside her, and she couldn't help but regard him with a quizzical yet thoroughly interested look. "Any other particular reasons you love coming here?" she arched up a brow slightly, two of her fingers dancing up his leg. Of course she was hinting at herself, as he'd very well know, their game of cat and mouse began. Jinx's brown gaze was trained on him, holding a rather lusty disposition today--more so than usual, as was her character.

She took another sip of her own drink before setting it down and smiling, inching over very slowly. In a rather fluid movement she managed to turn herself over, quickly straddling the man, while still allowing for him to drink as casually as he wanted at his Scotch. Her dress was a bit too long to allow for the proper width of straddling--which was done on purpose--and so it edged itself up higher and higher against her frame until you could look down at see the innermost parts of her thighs, and just almost a bit further. Jinx also wore no undergarments tonight, an added bonus.

One of her hands rested around his neck, the other was upon his thigh, allowing for him to still drink on that side without obstacle. Jinx flashed him a brilliantly seductive smile, running her tongue along her bottom lip as if to moisten it. As if. "I do. I'm not spoiling you now Mr Mason, am I?" she asked coyly, leaning in to press her lips to his neck, kissing him hungrily. The hand upon his thigh squeezed lightly as well, and he could probably feel a bit more heat than normal radiating against his lap.

When Jinx got into character, she got into character.

[mason coultier]

Alright, if that's the way you want to play it. Mason smiled to himself as Jinx got comfortable atop him. He played it casual, leisurely sipping his drink as if beautiful girls - with no underwear - straddled him every day. If only. He added mentally with a bemused smile. Jinx appeared to be enjoying herself, and Mason was hardly about to be the one to stop her.

"Not at all, Jinxie, not at all." Mason took another sip of the scotch, letting Jinx kiss him as she pleased. With his free hand he reached around her, using his strength to press Jinx a little more firmly against his lap. "Though if you stain these jeans, you're going to have to buy me another pair." Not that that would be difficult, given how much she got paid for a trick.

It was difficult to tell what Jinx enjoyed when she flipped so completely from one character to another. Usually Mason let her have free reign until he had gotten a handle on the particular game they were playing, and then he would take a little more control. Right now, he was hoping that it would only take him as long as it would to finish his drink. Mason was very much in the mood for some fun, but that was hardly even necessary when Jinx was one's partner.