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"Good evening, My Lord, welcome to the Witch's Beard, my name is Persephone, I'll be taking care of your needs this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?" Persephone rattles off the informal speech by rote.
"Uhhh, actually, My Lady... I'm here to see... YOU" responds the young gentleman, blushing faintly.
Persephone's glance flicks to his crotch and back again to his face.
"Ohhh..." she responds, realizing his intentions. "Damn, word gets around fast" she murmurs to herself.
Persephone glances at the bartender over her shoulder and then leans down to whisper in the young gentleman's ear.
"I go on break in about half an hour. I can meet you in the men's room then. The going rate is 50 for head, 100 for tail" she informs him, and then swiftly stands back up.
"In the meantime, what can I get you to drink?" She then asks in a normal tone of voice.
"I'll just take a Jack & Coke" is his answer.
She brings him his drink along with a complimentary basket of peanuts, and then heads behind the bar, surreptitiously applying ice to her skin in certain places, trying to 'freshen up' a bit.
"I'm going on break now, Joe" she tells the bartender, and then makes her way to the back, where the rest rooms are located.
The gentleman immediately gets up and follows her, and she hovers in front of the doors until he arrives, letting him go into the men's room first, to make sure no other men are inside. She quickly slinks in, heading into a stall, and beckons for him to join her.
"Will it be 'Heads' or 'Tails' My Lord?" she asks, her manner brisk and businesslike.
The gentleman clears his throat. "Heads" he answers gruffly.
"Very well, let's see the money" Persephone requests.
He pulls the necessary crowns out of a pocket, and she wraps them into a handkerchief, shoving it down her corset inside her cleavage. She then sinks to her knees in front of him.
"Right here? Just like that?" he asks, seeming perturbed.
"Shhhhh" she whispers soothingly.
He soon loses the capacity for intelligent speech, as she sets to work sucking him off. He really needed this, the poor guy. He cums quickly, with a harsh grunt, his fingers clamping down so hard on the wooden walls of the stall that his fingers leave an impression behind.
"Can I... see you again?" He asks from behind her, as she is patting her face clean with a wet towel.
"I work nights and weekends" she informs him matter-of-factly. "Thursdays are usually pretty slow, and I can take longer breaks then, as long as I give a cut to the house."
