#beauty parlour business ideas

[alaminhpi2]

How to run a beauty salon business.

[tinandabin]

Sagau but the reader is the ACTUAL creator part 3

Part 2 part 4

ngl, I was kind of scared to post this cause there were so many people to tag 😭😭

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It's been what? 2 days? A week? Or perhaps a month without seeing you. The Vision Hunt Decree got stricter, they now used more violent methods to seize the vision under Ei's command. Ei hasn't left Plane Of Euthymia ever since she last heard your voice, all she does is meditate and drown herself in her sorrow.

Morax isolated himself, busying himself in the Wangshen Funeral Parlour, it is rare to see him even talk about Osmanthus wine now. He's trying his best to not think of you, but his mind just can't help but wander to your lovely face.

All Barbatos does is spend his time away at the tavern, drinking away till he no longer can. Drinking as much as he can so he can forget about his miserable life without you.

Oh, how long till they get to see you? Are you really doing all this for a mere mortal? Are they of such value to you? Would you place a mortal above them, your devoted acolytes? This is too cruel for their poor souls, they rather would die a hundred times, no, a thousand times than spend another second without seeing you. They can't live like this. They need you.

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"Um-uh, Your Grace, I was wondering if we could go to..Liyue? I would like to sight-see, if that is okay with you," The girl, whose name you found out is Revelyn, asked.

You found out that Revelyn doesn't really have any family, if she did then you would have returned her there. However, she grew up in an orphanage and then was left to fend for herself when she was old enough. You had even initiated the idea of her returning to the mortal realm, but she says she is too scared, for everyone probably hates her, I mean, they took their Divine Creator's attention away from them.

"Hesitate not dear, Seraphina will escort you," You replied, reading some documents and quickly filling out some slots.

Revelyn's body tensed up as she responded swiftly, "I was wondering whether you could come with me!" She ended with a loud huff, both of you surprised at her outburst.

"Oh, I do apologise; however I do not seem to have any free time today," You glanced at your clock and started to skim over the documents again.

"..I see, that's fine. We can go another day," Revelyn slowly got up and took her leave from your office.

Just as you were about to get up, you saw a letter settled neatly upon your desk. Opening it, you read it.

“Hello, Your Divinity, how are you? It has been quite a long time since I last saw you. You make me worried sick, I will not lie.

As for why I am contacting you, ever since you declared the punishment of the archons, Ei hasn't come out of Plane Of Euthymia and it looks like she is slipping into insanity.

As her familiar, it is my duty to make sure she is in her best state, no? I was perhaps hoping for you to end her punishment and we could also have some tea together.

Your Dearest,

Yae Miko ♡. ”

You settled the letter on a stack of books and smiled to yourself, noticing Yae Miko's little attempt to spend time with you. Oh well, you might as well amuse yourself.

That reminds you, didn't Revelyn want to go to Liyue? Let's hope she is fine heading to Inazuma. Inazuma sure is a beautiful place on its own, dangerous nonetheless.

Perhaps you have been too cruel on your acolytes? Ah, let's hope they learnt their lesson.

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taglist: @shizunxie @dearloonies @iruiji @yani-dere @kiraisastay @fauxizs @salvationprodigy @thetruepair @lunalily19

do y'all like revelyn? I feel like making her the enemy somewhat. the archons vs revelyn who will win.

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[euphoricfilter]

Can I request a drabble with Yoonji? If so, could it be a fluffy flower shop/tattoo parlour au with "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.", please? Thank you! 💜

summer mornings and strawberries:

pairing: tattoo artist! yoonji (yoongi) x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes it's hard to put your love for someone into words

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, wlw, goth gf yoonji x pastel princess m/c (you know that’s right), minor suggestive content but no real smut

notes: women <3 this one felt harder to keep in the 1k boundary because they’re both just so cute :( i might write a short sequel for mommy yoonji since it wouldn't fit into this part if people are interested

drabble requests are closed

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“Over here, baby” 

You perk up, Jimin long forgotten as your girlfriend waves you over from her office. 

“Sorry, Minnie” you brush him off as you skip into Yoonji’s arms, completely ignorant to the fact she keeps eye contact with the receptionist as she presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

Jimin snorts, eyes flickering down to your skirt that barely covers your ass. 

Your mouth falls open into a gasp as Yoonji grabs the meat of your thigh, teasing in the way she knows has arousal slicking up your panties. You always had been easy to rile up. 

“You’re late” she murmurs, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as her breath tickles your cheek. 

“The shop was quite busy today,” you tell her as she kicks the door to her office closed, tattoo equipment already set up for you. 

“You should really tell your boss you can’t do overtime” 

You frown, “But she says I’m the best at bouquets” 

“I’m sure you are the best, my love. Now take a seat, I canceled my next appointment so we can spend the afternoon together” 

“You didn’t have to do that” you giggle, sweater shucked off on the floor somewhere that she picks up, folding it over the back of her chair as you settle down. 

“I don’t wanna hear any of that” 

“Yes ma’am” you mock salute. 

Her eyebrows furrow, silent offer to be a brat, though by now she knows you’re aware of the consequences. 

Her chair kicks backwards as she leans down for a kiss. Purposeful as her lips mold with yours, barely enough room for either of your to breathe until she’s pulling back, and your pink blush is hiding the red that coats your cheeks rosy. 

You’d always found something so utterly mesmerizing about Yoonji, her beauty that of a black dahlia, though you think she was more of a pink rose; gentle. 

Someone you aspired to be, so confident in her own skin, she knew exactly what she wanted, and made sure she got it. 

Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t word exactly how you felt about her, ‘love’ perhaps an umbrella term for all the little things you adored about her mere existence. No amount of flowers with lovely meanings, or poems about undying love that you write in little notes for customers (that had definitely been stolen from the internet), is never truly enough. 

Your friends had drilled the idea in their heads that Yoonji was reserved, and didn’t know how to show her love the right way, ‘cold’ even. A word you had never, and will never use to describe her. 

Because it seemed like she knew how to show her love for you, better than you did for her. 

The world had always had a split view on the term ‘opposites attract’, that you’re good for each other until you’re in a relationship, and then it all goes to shit because you’re two very different people. 

Yoonji never minded how you blasted your music over her speakers, the music she would overwise despise if it weren’t you. Just like how you never liked the hard-hitting rap she absolutely loved, though hummed along as she cleaned the house. 

She never minded how your clothes had split up the blacks of her hoodies and jeans in the closet, or the cute little bedspread you insisted on having because you didn’t like her grey one.

Or how the counter in the bathroom had been permanently doused in glittery eyeshadow. Where shampoo smelt of warm summer mornings and strawberries, instead of muted and never-really-there comfort. Your existence now a permanent fixture in her, no, your home.

It felt as though Yoonji worshipped your very existence, held you in her hands, delicate like you were a daisy, or a gentle buttercup. 

Your person that you couldn’t imagine a future without.

Her art is forever inked into your skin, art that no one else in the world will ever have because maybe tattoos were one of her love languages. Something in your heart squeezing, emotions mushy, that make you want to gush like you were in high school again when you catch a glimpse of her work etched into your skin in the mirror. The work she had spent hours designing specifically for you. 

Yoonji didn’t mind initiating physical contact, something you’d always shied away from, something she’d taught you was okay to want, that yearning wasn’t bad. That touch is just many of the languages of love that the both of you shared.

She liked to cook or take you on picnics in the summer, watching you twirl in dresses made of satin, or smudge your lipstick with a kiss before she helps you reapply it. Only to kiss you again. 

She calls you pretty and loved your body in ways that showed you self-love wasn’t selfish. Because if she could love you, then it shouldn’t be impossible to love yourself.

Yoonji kissed you under the stars and liked how the moon made you shine like a delicate fairy, always so beautiful in her eyes. She held your hand while you ordered food, and visits you during her lunch breaks with coffee and cakes or little sandwiches cut into triangles. 

Every little brush of her fingers over your bare skin had been etched into your mind, hours spent apart missing her even though you knew you’d be going home to your apartment, greeted with a kiss that always has you melting into her chest. 

Over the years your love language had morphed into your job just like hers, and Yoonji found it endearing how you’d come home with flowers for her, test runs for the shop's new theme though you seem to always keep her in mind as you hone your craft. 

And as much as you worried that you were never enough, always so consumed by thoughts she knew were pointless, Yoonji loved you nonetheless. 

“I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you,” she tells you one evening, your head resting on her thighs, careful as she brushes your hair after you’ve both taken a shower together. 

You blink up at her, tongue wetting your bottom lip, “You’re a lot lovelier than I am” 

“Not true” she laughs, thumb rubbing over your jaw, “Besides, you’re the only one that sees me like this” 

“Is it selfish that I like it that way?” 

She hums, tucking her hair behind her ear, sharp eyes never straying away from yours. “It’s okay to be selfish, you know” 

“When it comes to you, I don’t mind” you smile, rolling onto your stomach. 

You blink up at her through your lashes. 

Her lips quirking upwards, always finding it hard not to smile when she’s with you, “I love you, flower” 

“I really love you too” you smile, “And I think I’ll love you forever” 

She tilts her head, “That’s a long time. Think you can put up with me for that long?” 

“As long as you can put up with me for that long, then I don’t mind” 

“You act as though you’re hard to put up with” she pushes your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, nose, then each eyelid as you lean into the palm of her hand that cups your cheek. 

“Forever, then” you whisper, eyes barely open as you chase her lips for another kiss. 

She hums, “Forever it is”

[aphroditestummyrolls]

✨engagement series✨

HI ❤️❤️❤️ this is an idea I’ve had sitting in my drafts for ages, and I’m finally breathing some life into it. This is the first time Mikhail DeVries and his fellow merchlings meet the fabled Mr. Fahey.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Karl insisted, taking him by the arm yet again and pulling him down the corridor, round the corridor into the parlour. Mikhail just blinked owlishly at the trail of purple rug under his feet. Purple. “Mickey?”

It was a childhood nickname, one that shook him out of his slack jawed silence.

“It’s-it… yeah.” He sounded stupid to his own ears, and his friend snorted a laugh at him.

The parlour was even more staggeringly decorated than the front hall. If Gekkehuis was red before, this might just kill the old bastard. Mikhail was feeling a bit faint himself.

It was absolutely unheard of. It was… it was insane. Yet, there it was. What was once a sombre place of business was now a colourful explosion of brocade silks and pinstripes, reupholstered cushions and a merrily dancing hearth. But, mounted above the sleek, lacquered wood of the mantle, there used to be a particularly ostentatious portrait of Jan himself.

It wasn’t there any longer.

Instead, there was a slightly smaller golden frame, filigreed and gleaming. Inside it, there was an oil portrait. It was the austere, soft lit style of formal merchant council portraits. In it, a young Kerchman sat in the traditional, mercher black suit, at 45 degrees of profile. Yet, it was the most illuminated portrait Mikhail had ever seen— as if it had been painted in spring sunshine, or someone had turned up the lamps inside the canvas. His skin was supple and flushed with warmth, a spatter of light freckles high on his cheeks. His dark auburn hair seemed more coppery than usual, curling artfully over his forehead.

This young man wasn’t the odd part of the painting. He was just a beautiful Kerch youth— Mikhail recognised Wylan immediately.

The odd part of the painting was the second man— a tall, wiry Zemeni man in a blue suit and a brash orange tie the colour of jurda blossoms. His handsome face was caught in an eternal grin, like he had a secret far too delicious not to share. A secret he appeared to have just told to Wylan, judging by the twinkle of his wide brown eyes. He looked out at the viewer as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. Jesper leant against the back of Wylan’s chair, one of his multi-ringed hands resting on Wylan’s shoulder. His pale, thin hand was posed to hold it in place just over his heart.

Well, Mikhail blew out a long breath, none of us will ever hear the end of this one… he thought, a little impressed despite himself. Wylan, you’ve certainly put your foot down.

To have a formal portrait commissioned? No one on the council even had their own wives included in their portraits, let alone a cohabitating boyfriend.

“Can you believe it?” A familiar voice came up to whisper in between them. He turned to see Antony Boer, his usually implacable expression wide eyed. He sniffed derisively. “They aren’t even engaged.”

Karl rolled his eyes. “Well, I think it’s brave. And look at the artistry! We must ask Wylan who he commissioned it from, they’ll be the most in-demand ar—!”

“I just don’t want to hear all the bluster from the fossils at the council meetings.” Mikhail griped.

“You won’t have to wait for a council meeting.”

A new voice— a rich baritone he’d never heard before— sent him jumping out of his skin. He nearly dumped his champagne all over his suit.

Jesper Fahey was grinning. That portrait is a magnificent likeness, Mikhail thought begrudgingly.

“The moment Gekkehuis sees it, he’ll be starting a whisper-campaign about tradition and propriety, or something or other.” The Zemeni man sipped his drink, and glanced knowingly at them with storm grey eyes. “Wylan’ll be thrilled you’re here— c’mon, let’s hunt our little merchling down, shall we? Unless you’d rather join the whisper campaign.”

That had Mikhail swallowing his tongue. Maybe he didn’t trust this interloper, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt Wylan.

Thanks for playing ❤️✨

[gonzo-rella]

The Queer Best Friends of Steve Harrington | Robin Buckley (ft. Steve Harrington) (pt. 1)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

PART ONE | PART TWO (COMING SOON)

Relationship(s): Robin Buckley x gn!reader (romantic), Steve Harrington x gn!reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley (platonic)

Summary: Whilst coming out to Steve, Robin reveals something equally shocking to the revelation of her sexuality.

Warnings: Coming out scene. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: This has been an idea I’ve wanted to write for literal years. I found this as a semi-finished draft of my old plus-size-reader-insert blog from back in the day (by that I mean, a few years ago). I haven’t yet finished Stranger Things season 4 (I’m hoping to rewatch the show in its entirety soon, possibly after I’ve finished Yellowjackets), but I still really wanted to write this. Also, as a nonbinary person, I really want to write more gender neutral reader-inserts for Robin, so let me know if there’s anything you’d like for me to write. Also, ignore the fact that Steve uses gender neutral pronouns for you but fails to immediately comprehend Robin’s queerness.)

Cheating death was sure to bond two people, and that’s how you and Steve- a pair of reluctant babysitters- were able to put your differences aside and keep a group of misfit kids out of harm’s way. He didn’t care that hanging out with you meant he was no longer cool, and you didn’t mind that a few girls were insanely envious of you. If anything, it inflated your ego, even if they did whisper about you behind your back.

Over the summer, you saw Steve as much as possible. After all, you were too broke to go on vacation, you didn’t want to hitchhike around the country and you had no one else to hang out with. So, you decided just to hang out with your best friend as much as possible. And, what are friends for if not for allowing their friends to abuse their friends and family discount at their place of work? After all, he abused your 7/11 discount over the past year, so of course you abused his Scoops Ahoy discount. Every. Single. Shift. Hell, you only ever really showed any interest in his work when you were asking when his next shift was. Then you’d make sure to go and pay him a visit, like the good friend you were.

You were often so busy talking to Steve at the campy ice cream parlour that you didn’t notice the curious, gazing eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter. You remembered Robin from many of your shared classes. You exchanged the occasional comment in class, earning quiet laughs from one another. Little did you know, she’d found her gaze wandering to you long before she started working with your best friend. In fact, other than the fact that she was in the school marching band, you knew very little about her.

That was until the end of the second week of summer, when Steve was in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey, Robin,” you greeted casually, as though you were good friends rather than just barely acquaintances.

“Oh...um...hey, Y/N,” she greeted awkwardly, straightening herself into a nonchalant-looking pose rather than her bored, hunched-over position at the counter. “H-how’s it going?”

“Eh. Could be better, could be worse, y’know?” you shrugged. “What about you?”

“Um... I’m fine, I guess. Well, as fine as you can be when you leave the house dressed like this,” Robin answered with a small gesture to her outfit, earning a laugh and smile from you that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Your uniform looks better on you than Steve’s looks on him,” you shrugged, the compliment heating up Robin’s cheeks. “To think he was once the king of Hawkins High.”

Robin smiled a little and chuckled. 

“Speaking of the king of Hawkins High, do you want me to get his highness from the backroom?” she asked. 

Luckily for her, you hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at you, because you had been too busy flicking through and counting dollar bills in your wallet.

You glanced up at her and flashed her a smile.

“Yeah, thanks.”

After that day, you spoke to Robin a lot more often. In fact, you asked her if she wanted to go to your house and watch the copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street that you’d finally been able to rent. Following that, you hung out with one another far more often, be it at the movie theatre, somewhere else in the mall or at one another’s houses. Steve was definitely a little jealous that his best friend was being stolen, something that you and Robin most definitely noticed and most definitely teased him for.

It was shaping up to be a normal summer, but that’s just not what you get in Hawkins. At least after you’ve been roped into the town’s self-appointed team of defenders.

Of course, it wasn’t long before you were in charge of a very drugged-up Steve and Robin, as well as Robin and Erica. You clearly weren’t as good a babysitter as you’d thought when you lost the elder two of the four, who you would later discover were now sat in the bathroom. 

Whilst you were rushing around the mall like a frantic parent in search of their children, they were having a surprisingly emotional conversation.

“Do you remember what I said about you and Y/N always being so close? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, curious to see where this was going.

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you,” Robin confessed and bit her lip gently. “It’s because... they don’t stop laughing at the stuff you say. They look at you like you’re the greatest guy in the world.”

“Huh? Y/N?” he said.

Robin chuckled lowly. 

“Yeah. Y/N.” She paused. “I want them to laugh at the things I said and I want them to look at me as much as they look as you... but they’re always with you, laughing at the stupid things you say and looking at you and your stupid hair. And, I don’t understand because you-you picked on them about everything since you were kids until you guys just suddenly became best friends. And, you’ve always been way stupider than them. And, you’re a douchebag. And-and you don’t even like them like I always did even though they were always the funniest and coolest person and...I’d just go home and just scream into my pillow.”

“But Y/N’s-” Steve responded, confused.

“Steve,” she said softly, tilting her head a little in mild frustration at the fact it hadn’t clicked in his mind quite yet.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathing out a confused laugh.

She looked at him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened a little, but he never looked disgusted, which she’d feared.

“Oh,” is all he could say.

“Oh,” she mimicked softly.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, leaning back in disbelief.

“Yeah. Holy shit,” Robin repeated half-heartedly, also leaning back as she looked to the ceiling. She then looked down at her thighs, sighing a little at the silence they now found themselves in. Filled with nerves and slight relief, Robin looked up at Steve. 

“Steve...” she said softly. “Did you OD over there?”

“No, I just, uh...” Steve said almost breathlessly. “Just thinking.”

“Okay,” Robin whispered, scratching her neck awkwardly.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve said. “Y/N’s cool and all, but...I mean, they’re a total dork.”

“So what?” Robin asked.

“They’re in the chess club and they watch Star Trek,” Steve answered.

“They have passions. It’s cute,” Robin defended.

“Look, they’re my best friend, but... if you ever wanna be more than that with them, I gotta be sure that you’re prepared to handle all of their nerdy...ness. Like, we saw the Karate Kid 7 times when it came out because ‘it was the coolest movie since Return of the Jedi’. We saw the Breakfast Club 10 times because ‘it’s, like, the best movie made since the Karate Kid’,” he said, imitating you with an unflattering voice.

“They don’t talk like that!” Robin laughed.

“That was a great impersonation,” Steve responded. “Oh, and when they’re listening to music, they try to sing the words and the instruments.”

“I think it’s cute!” Robin exclaimed in protest, laughing even harder when Steve started singing some Rush song you’d sung to yourself several times, whilst also vocalising the guitar, bass and drums in intervals, not unlike someone trying to do all the parts to Bohemian Rhapsody on their own. Steve laughed just as hard as Robin when she joined in, with the both of them knowing it solely from your renditions of it. Eventually, they were just both laughing with one another, making Robin feel accepted by her friend. When the laughter faded away, and they were both smiling.

“For what it’s worth...I think you should ask them out,” Steve told Robin. “They’ve spent so much time with me and they don’t seem interested, so they must be into girls. And, looking back on it I think they have a crush on Princess Leia.”

Robin chuckled and sighed. “I’m not... you. I can’t just go up to them and ask them out.”

“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a totally awesome wingman.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll tell them when we’re not in dange-”

She was interrupted by the door slamming open, and you were standing in front of Dustin and Erica. 

“Okay, I’m really mad at you guys right now, but I’ll be pissed at you when our asses aren’t on the line. Let’s go.”

[murdercapitxl]

Contd Thread II @mxldito

"Creative," Dwayne laughed, trying to imagine what it would be like to have his eyebrows plucked out one-by-one. Painful, most likely. But hopefully they would never get to that meticulous stage. "Some beauty parlours charge for that. Dye them, too. Maybe you could start up a business on the boardwalk?" There was a playful smirk on his face, matching their energy. Any threats had no affect on this vampire - sincere or not - choosing to roll with the punches. "Chill, firecracker, I have decades of experience." He had plenty of hair, after all. Out of all the boys, his was the most soft and healthy. Like Marko with his patchwork jacket, those dark locks were Dwayne's pride and joy. Ever since being turned, the length remained permanently fixed, so he made sure to keep his hair happy.

"No pigtails? Well, there goes my first idea." He joked, tutting. "Fine, no pigtails." Using both hands to gently collect Coyote's hair from around their shoulders, he used his fingers to comb through the strands until there was no tangles. There was hardly any with how silky it was; he was somewhat jealous. He started from the front of their head, carefully overlapping the locks to begin the braid. "Oh, yeah, I style it depending on the situation." It was a good thing his muscles never tired, because they had so much hair. But he was determined to do a good job, choosing an intricate braid that required a lot of dexterity and patience. Two things he had. "French braid for skateboarding, fishtail for casual, and well - not a braid - but bun for a blowie." Chuckling, Dwayne finished their main braid. He left two bits on either side for smaller braids, quickly completing them and connecting them to the bigger braid. They added definition. "Done. Was that so bad, huh?"

[charlesandmartine]

Wednesday 5th July 2023

Overslept but made it to Downtown Banff to investigate tours. We wanted to visit the Gondola ride up Sulphur Mountain. In all naivety we trotted along to the ticket booking office at one of the rather posh hotels in Downtown expecting to book for a convenient time today. I was not expecting them to give me the single option of 6.50pm tomorrow. Then we received a barrage of telephone numbers which turned out to be a price! There was no choice so the flexible friend changed hands. Then warming to this game the bloke said what about Lake Louise? Now this is a problem. We discovered this yesterday that access is very difficult. Its neighbour Lake Moraine already has a complete ban on private cars. I can see the same happening for Louise. All slots on the regular town buses are booked for days ahead. You can queue but it takes hours to get a lift. So I listened again to the telephone numbers and partially opted for a pickup tour tomorrow early. Book the gondola and I'll go collude with my wife about the Lake Louise thing. Oh he said, you like to canoe? I can arrange that. COLLUDE I said, COLLUDE, my canoeing days are definitely over.

Well we figured if we want to get to the place it will have to be the flexible friend again. So we are booked for the am.

With today now to ourselves we set off along the Bow River to view the Bow Falls. We set out along the path and the all pervading scent on the breeze was pine as strong as furniture polish, but a man passed by and the breeze changed to pure cannabis. We have to get out of here before we get a liking for it. Bow Falls was spectacular with mountains as backdrop and a level change of several meters along the full width of the river causing a thunderous roar before calming again on a turn the map referred to as Surprise Corner.

The walk continued in the other direction towards 'Cave and Basin'. In 1883 William McCardell, brother Tom and Frank McCabe following work on the Canadian Pacific went prospecting in this area and came across holes in the ground and a hot sulphur spring. The place smelt of a school chemistry laboratory. After many battles for ownership and exploitation the place was seen to be of great importance and in 1885 Parliament stepped in making it Canada's first National Park. The government then proceeded in 1887 to develop the place themselves by building a bathhouse. Cures for all sorts of ailments were envisioned. Personally the thought of sitting in hot sulphuric water would not be my idea spending my time off from the daily toil.

The original name for Banff was Siding 29 whilst it was purely a construction site for the Canadian Pacific railway. Clearly this name lacked a little in gravitas, so it was renamed in 1884 after the Scottish birthplace of George Stephen, the President of the railway. On arrival, first impressions of Banff were a little mixed. After the places we had seen on route, Banff was busy crowded and commercialised. Today, all seems different. It is a very pleasing manicured, clean, timbered Alpine style town. The trouble is that is likely to be the opinion also of the other six million people here. If all tourists were to be sucked up by a giant vacuum cleaner the remaining population would be 9,656. Downtown's endless rows of gift shops, boutiques, cafes, restaurants, ice cream parlours gives way seemlessly to smart expensive hotels and apartments. This is one smart tourist operation which exists simply because of the eye boggling scenery of mountains of epic proportions, azure blue rivers, lakes, waterfalls and deep emerald pine forests. Everywhere you look you are blown away with the beauty of this place and if you have to share it with all these other people then I guess, so be it. When the sun shines, they can be forgiven for being there as well. It was interesting that the further we walked from the centre, the fewer people we met. Instead we met two Elk in a clearing, two red squirrels and a Columbian Ground Squirrel. We were told later that Elk can charge at you.

Great day. Thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. We even enjoyed a flat white and a local SB tonight as well.

ps. We saw a man dressed in a kilt today. I didn't think it was customary though to wear it as a mini skirt with black tights! He will be spoken to by the Clan leader no doubt!

[12romy]

I love both of the prompt stories 😍

Could you maybe write something with Lewis/Val(/Nico)? Getting a tattoo together

Omg omg omg I don't know if you suggested a Lewis/Val/Nico or just Nico instead of Val, but I went with the first option. I am OBSESSED with this trouple idea XDD

So here you go, tattoo parlour AU ^^

Valtteri had known a lot of undecided clients, but that couple clearly won the title of most annoying clients ever. In a way, it was quite entertaining, to see the couple fight about what tattoo they wanted to get.

"You're really talented," one of the two guys told him - the one with a lot of tattoos.

"Lewis, we're not here to get something this extravagant!" the blond one replied, and 'Lewis' rolled his eyes.

"I know, I'm just looking... I might come back..."

"Well, focus on us right now, we're trying to decide on a tattoo to get together," the blond pouted in a way Valtteri couldn't help but find cute.

"Well, I already made a lot of propositions, but none of them were good enough for you!" Lewis protested. "Tell you what, why don't you choose something, Nico?"

"I wanted the date of our first date, but you're against it!" Nico replied.

"Well, yeah, a date a pretty lame!" the man protested, making his boyfriend pout again.

"It's not lame! Right?" he turned to Valtteri, and wow, no, that was not his job to get mixed to that.

"Er..." he hesitated. "I mean, a date is a bit simple... But if you want something discreet, I can make stylized symbols."

"Oh, a heart could be cute!" Lewis exclaimed.

"A heart? How cliché are you?" Nico protested.

"Ugh, nothing's good enough for you!" Lewis complained. "How about a flower, then?"

"Oh, a flower with a meaning, you mean?" Nico perked up, enthusiastic all of a sudden.

"Forget-me-not symbolises true love, if you're interested in that," Valtteri mentioned, the two of them turning to him. "Red roses are a little classic but very pretty. I can look into more flowers if you're interested..."

"Actually... Forget-me-not is a pretty good idea," Lewis blinked. "That's the flowers I offered to Nico for our first date."

"You remember?" Nico exclaimed, blushing.

"Oh, of course I do," Lewis cooed, and Valtteri wanted to throw up with how cute they were.

"I can think of a design for next time, do some sketch," Valtteri offered. "We can get an appointment next week for the actual tattoo, see if you like my design."

"That sounds amazing!" Nico exclaimed.

Valtteri didn't think much about the couple apart during his sketching, but he found himself quite happy to see them pass the door of his shop. He greeted them and got straight to business, showing them his drawings.

"They're all beautiful," Lewis blurted out, Nico was still silent, mesmerised by the drawings.

"I don't know which one to get," Nico bitted his lip.

"I like the second one."

"I like the first one and the third one," they said at the same time.

"... Do you want to take another meeting to have the time to decide?" Valtteri offered, and they ended up taking him on the offer.

But you see, the week after, they fought to know where to put the tattoo and delayed for another week.

During the fourth week, finally, they got their tattoo done. And so, Valtteri thought with a pinch of disappointment it would be the last he sees of them. That was until Lewis strolled inside his shop a few days later, with a cup of coffee, explaining he was passing by and wanted to come and say hello.

And then, Nico did the same, bringing pastries. And then the two of them again, and they stayed for an hour inside Valtteri's shop to chat.

It was around then that Valtteri understood he was in big trouble because he was getting a serious crush on the couple. They turned out to be fun, and truly interesting guys to be around, and they both were charming.

No, really, he was in big trouble.

"So, you know a lot about flower language... What flower means I love you?" Nico asked, one day they were sharing a coffee during Valtteri's break. He was the owner of the shop anyway, his break was whenever he wanted.

"Hmm, you have a lot, it's hard to pick just one."

"What's your favorite, then?" Nico cocked his head.

"Red tulip," Valtteri answered without thinking. Nico nodded with a smile.

A few days later, the couple was back again. With a bouquet of tulips.

Valtteri probably blushed as red as the tulips they gave him when they asked him out.

He obviously said yes, wondering how he got this lucky.

Send prompts!!!

[parlour11]

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[alaminhpi2]

How to improve beauty salon business.

[makmore]

Experience Luxury at Home: Women's Salon and Massage Services

In today's busy scheduled world, finding time for self-care can often feel like a luxury. Between juggling work, family, and social commitments, taking a moment to relax and rejuvenate can easily slip through the cracks. That's where home-based salon and massage services come into play, offering convenience, comfort, and personalized care right at your doorstep. In this blog, we'll explore the benefits of Makmore’s Beauty Salons For Women in Bangalore and why it's the perfect solution for busy women looking to indulge in some much-needed pampering.

The Convenience of Home-Based Services

One of the primary advantages of opting for our women beauty salon in Bangalore is the unparalleled convenience it offers. Say goodbye to traffic jams, parking woes, and long waiting times at the salon. With home services, you can schedule your appointment at a time that suits you, whether it's early morning, late evening, or even on weekends, without leaving the comfort of your home.

Personalized and Comfortable Experience

Home-based salons and massage services provide a personalized and comfortable experience tailored to your preferences and needs. Whether you're looking for a relaxing massage, a rejuvenating facial, or a glamorous makeover, Makmore’s professional therapists and beauticians bring their expertise and high-quality products directly to you, ensuring a customized and luxurious experience.

Enhanced Privacy and Relaxation

For many women, the idea of enjoying salon and massage services in the privacy of their own homes is incredibly appealing. It eliminates the need to share space with strangers or worry about running into acquaintances during your pampering session. With home-based services, you can fully relax and unwind in a familiar environment, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere that enhances your overall experience.

Cost-Effective and Time-Saving

Contrary to popular belief, our salon and massage services can be cost-effective, especially when you factor in the time and money saved on transportation and parking fees. Additionally, by eliminating the need to travel to a salon or spa, you can maximize your free time and spend it on activities that matter most to you, whether it's spending time with family, pursuing hobbies, or simply enjoying some downtime.

Professional and Reliable Service

When it comes to home-based salons and women's massage spa in Bangalore, professionalism, and reliability are paramount. Reputable service providers ensure that their team of therapists and beauticians are highly trained, certified, and equipped with the necessary skills and tools to deliver exceptional services. They adhere to strict hygiene and safety protocols to ensure your well-being and provide a seamless and enjoyable experience from start to finish.

Conclusion

Women's salon and massage services at home offer a convenient, personalized, and luxurious alternative to traditional salon visits, catering to the needs and preferences of busy women seeking quality self-care solutions. At Makmore, we are committed to providing women with exceptional salon and massage services right at their doorstep. Our team of experienced and certified professionals specializes in a wide range of treatments and therapies designed to enhance your beauty, promote relaxation, and improve overall well-being. Schedule your appointment today from our website and embark on a journey to relaxation and rejuvenation. 

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[franchisegateway]

Exploring the Low-Investment Franchise Opportunities in India 2024 by Franchise Gateway Via Flickr: Starting an entrepreneurial journey through a franchise business is a strategic Plan offering a proven business model and established brand recognition. In India, there are numerous franchise opportunities available across various industries. Address individuals in search of business ideas with low investment. This blog post sheds light on some of the best franchise businesses in India, emphasizing those with minimal financial requirements. Let’s delve into the details! Food and Beverage Franchises: Fast Food Kiosks: These franchises provide an excellent entry point for aspiring entrepreneurs with a low initial investment. Fast food kiosks are typically located in high-traffic areas and serve popular food items such as pizza, burgers, and sandwiches which is the best income business. Looking for best income business with great returns Looking for best income business with great returns Ice Cream Parlours: Capitalizing on India’s enduring love for ice cream, these franchises offer a lucrative business opportunity. Leveraging attractive branding and quality offerings can tap into the vast potential of this market. Education and Skill Development Franchises: Kids schools: The rising demand for quality early education and daycare services makes investing in a kid-school or daycare franchise a stable and rewarding opportunity. Computer Training Centres: Addressing the growing need for computer education and skill development, A computer training center franchise can be a profitable venture with the advancement of technology. Automobile and Car Wash Franchise: Car Wash Services: With the automotive industry booming in India, a mobile car wash franchise offers on-demand car wash services at customers’ preferred locations. Characterized by relatively low investment and flexible working hours, this franchise proves to be a profitable venture. Health and Wellness Franchises: Fitness Centres: The increasing healthcare and fitness awareness make fitness centers highly popular. Franchises offering budget-friendly gym setups, yoga studios, or specialized fitness programs cater to this growing market. Spa and Beauty Services: Thriving in India, the beauty and wellness industry presents a lucrative opportunity. Investing in a spa or beauty services franchise allows customers to experience rejuvenation while earning a healthy profit margin. Grow your business — Franchising offers a unique opportunity for entrepreneurs seeking business ideas with low investment in India. Franchise Business Opportunities 2024 Franchising offers a unique opportunity for entrepreneurs seeking business ideas with low investment in India. This blog post explores various franchise options across industries, including the promising potential of a mobile car wash franchise. Before investing It’s crucial to check how much support and good reputation the franchisor has. Also, take a close look at market trends and do thorough research to choose a franchise aligned with your interests, skills, and financial capabilities to embark on a successful journey as a franchisee in India. Business advisors like Franchise Gateway ensure a profitable return on investment in India. Secure your franchise in India. best franchise businesses in India

[brooklynislandgirl]

Advent Day VI ~ Tidings of Comfort @southern-belle-outcasts

When Beth mumbled about living in a castle, Cisco could be forgiven if he thought it was a joke. The stone-brick house itself is kind of a monstrosity for just one person. After all, who really needs three en suite bedrooms ~she refuses to call them 'master' for many reasons~ and three guest rooms. Guest baths on every floor, a full sized wine cellar, things like butler's pantries and the like but it is pretty, the outer architecture of stone in what she thinks is called chateauesque. She would much rather have had a cosier kind of affair, like the Allen house or even a studio like Cisco himself. She will admit the forested grounds offer a kind of seclusion, and she loves that they converted the old carriage house into a garage. There's a million places for her cat to roam and hide without ever worrying about his safety. And for the hundred and thirty seventh time, she's walked through straightening things and making sure all of the decor is in place just in case he asks for a tour. Though really the focus of the night will be the east parlour where the seven foot tall tree is nestled between the trio of oriel windows, gleaming with ornaments and lights, and an angel proclaiming Gloria at the top. Below on a beautiful blue, silver, and white tree skirt are a thick layer of gifts varying in size, wrapping paper, and ribbons. Some for their lab-mates, some for her friends, and several for Cisco if he cared to look. Handmade quilts lay draped across the top of the sofa. Snacks of all kinds are arrayed on the coffee table, including her infamous hurricane popcorn and freshly baked gingerbread. There's coquito in the fridge ready to be heated or served as is with a splash of cinnamon on top, and even mofongo, properly made by a chef flown in for the occasion. If she can't use her excessive resources to make something nice for someone she cared about, then what good was it? But now as she waits for him, she has to wonder if maybe she's gone a little overboard. After all, the plan was to spend the night in. A sort of grown-up slumber party though she didn't call it that either. Pyjama party also rings off. So…movie and snacks? She doesn't really remember how she pitched the idea to him. She'd been prepared for him to turn her down. Cisco is often exceptionally busy, a hero in his own right, with a laundry list of hobbies and friends to keep him occupied. But then he'd smiled and said that sounded like something he'd really like. Now, she's nervous. What will he say or think? Will he find it all ridiculous? Will he hate the collection of holiday themed romantic comedies? Will the black-and-white ones seem corny? What will he bring for them to watch? She absolutely thinks Die-Hard, but beyond that, she doesn't know. Hopefully they have subtitles and that he doesn't mind. At least she's a fast reader. A final walk through and Beth is about to take a sip of wine when the doorbell rings. She smooths down her hair, readjusts herself and her oversized tee shirt. He's about to witness the rarest thing known to humankind; she's wearing both socks and sweat-pants. She keeps the house around seventy degrees but even so it's still cold. She prefers it to be in the eighties or hotter, and humid. Neither practical or environmentally sound on the mainland, especially when she has company coming. Finally she takes a steadying breath after noticing how quick her heart is beating. She opens the door and offers a brilliant smile. "Hi."

Ah yes, genius! "C'mon in, I got everyt'ing ready for our film extravaganza."

[cosmeticpackagingdesign40]

Cosmetic Packaging Design Ideas 309+ Greatest Magnificence Brand Id Designs 2023

The rebranding of merchandise could have an effect in your goal market. This would imply that people will now not be succesful of join with your new model when you don’t do it proper. Contact Aventive Studio right here to speak with our inventive director about how we are ready to align your brand strategy, packaging design, and visual id to your revenue goals. BRAND ARCHITECTURE — The product assortment and group of the merchandise you provide ought to reflect your beauty branding goals in a way that's appealing to your target audience. What are the gateway merchandise that new users try when learning about your model for the first time

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Make certain your salon web site is user-friendly, SEO oriented and contains all of the related data. Create a space branding which can calm area, mild soothing colors, gentle lines and simple furnishings that isn’t too busy. Make positive correct house branding and its environment will all the time create a positive experience for your shoppers. The model name depends upon the character of the beauty parlour if it is high-end, stylish or budget-friendly. But total, the model name of the salon ought to convey a brand story of why they exist, quirky but straightforward and sensible names are most popular.

Successful loyalty applications are about extra than just discounts; they provide exclusive beauty branding, early entry, and personalized recommendations. Brands are ensuring that their elements are ethically sourced, emphasizing truthful commerce practices and supporting native communities. The magnificence business is steadily moving past gender binaries, recognizing and catering to the wonder needs of all genders. At first glance, it appears like some other lettermark logo however observe intently and you’ll discover that it’s strewn with fascinating details. It additionally consists of optimizing the website for search engines like google and evaluating the efficiency of all advertising initiatives. A thorough understanding of those factors will allow you to make informed choices about product development and positioning.

We additionally contemplate what has become the trade standard that we have to offer so as to be at parity among the competition. This step involves making a cohesive and distinctive visual and verbal illustration of your model. This consists of designing a singular brand logo and deciding on acceptable colours, typography, and graphic components that align along with your model character and resonate together with your target market.

To improve your beauty brand’s engagement, you must come up with completely different social media campaigns like giveaways, challenges, and polls that provide audiences rewards and incentives for participation. Building a novel and memorable name in your magnificence establishment brings more advantages than simply brand recognition. It plays an necessary function in setting your beauty firm aside out of your rivals and provides you a aggressive benefit. Cosmetic branding is the artwork of crafting an enchanting persona for a beauty company or product line, entwining aesthetics and emotions to create an unforgettable expertise for customers. As a beauty brand, one of the most important things you are capable of do to make your brand stand out is to create a unique and attention-grabbing design.

Influencer collaborations aren’t just about product endorsements anymore. Social media isn’t only a platform; it’s a powerful influencer shaping beauty developments, preferences, and buying decisions. Named after its founder François Nars, NARS Cosmetics is a daring and exquisite brand with a daring logo that complements its philosophy. [newline]The overlapping letters type the distinctive and distinctive function of the NARS Cosmetics logo. The lightweight sans-serif font used in the emblem ensures that the legibility of the letters stays intact regardless of the overlapping.

Certain products do higher than others in numerous channels because of the mindset and values of the target audience buying there. For instance, the product providing, positioning, and pricing bundles for merchandise ready for a consumer at Whole Foods would possibly look different from the assortment at Ulta Beauty. This does not mean big modifications to your beauty branding, but small strikes that still uphold your brand architecture could make a giant distinction.

Packaging is the first thing prospects see when deciding whether to strive a new magnificence product, so it’s important that your product packaging captures consideration and stands out from the competitors. When Fenty Beauty launched, it immediately stood out and attracted consideration by creating foundation colours in 50+ shades for customers. This stuffed a market need and aligned with the brand’s inclusive “Beauty for All” tagline which positioned Fenty Beauty as different from its opponents in a constructive way. Attractive packaging design is a motivating drive in encouraging individuals to make impulsive choices. Taking advantage of this reward-seeking conduct with a good design can have a powerful influence on customers’ receptiveness to your products. If you want a tremendous cosmetics model that stands out from the competition, work with knowledgeable designer.

With consumers becoming extra ingredient-conscious, brands are focusing on “clean” formulations—free from parabens, sulfates, and other perceived harmful chemical substances. It’s about pioneering formulations that cater to evolving skincare or beauty wants. Showcasing before-and-after photographs or transformation videos of real shoppers using the products could be extra impactful than any professional commercial. Successful collaborations are these rooted in authenticity, the place the influencer genuinely resonates with the brand’s values. Influencers typically collaborate with manufacturers to launch curated collections, including their private contact and increasing the brand’s attain.

So, there are tons of issues that have to be accomplished to start branding. Notably, some simple questions that help you present a transparent perspective about your branding prospect. They will provide priceless insights on your way to developing influential branding within the mainstream. A beauty brand's brand is certainly one of its most necessary advertising instruments aside for the packaging design.

In this realm the place aesthetics and emotions reign supreme, every little thing begins with a wonderful model identification. If you want your cosmetics brand to succeed, your audience must have a constant expertise of your brand wherever and however they encounter it. Your brand needs to be consistent across your website, social media, influencer partnerships, packaging, product quality and brand. Every component that represents your brand must be aligned with a consistent brand technique. The reply starts with brand positioning and ends with objectively evaluating the brand values and stories communicated visually versus verbally.

Customers need to know what components are concerned and the place they’re coming from. The extra natural or natural they're, the extra probably they're to be coveted by the sweetness market. Today, many beauty patrons spend a lot of their time within the digital market. We cover this extensively in our information on how to start a clothing model or clothes line.

Online, customers yearn for content material that gives schooling, trust, and intrigue. Ensuring that your beauty branding touches upon all three of those areas not solely removes limitations to buy, however it could possibly also construct white space on your magnificence branding among the many competitors. A well-developed brand identity creates consistency throughout all model touchpoints, builds brand recognition, fosters emotional connections with customers, and units your cosmetics brand apart in the market. To create a marketable model identity, think about creating a unique and memorable model name and designing a visually interesting and recognizable emblem. The very first step in building a brand is to outline your new purpose.

Solitaire Jewellery is a independant manufacturing jeweller who has two areas in Victoria Australia. We pride ourselves on ensuring our purchasers receive only the most effective service offering and expert diamond advice. Our product providing consists of high finish luxury engagement rings, wedding bands and different jewellery wants. See our instagram @solitaire_jewellery and facebook for merchandise and designs. Beauty branding is born by figuring out what unique positioning and providing you've available in the market. A distinctive model positioning, or Brand Value Proposition, emerges from the distillation of a model audit, aggressive audit, and consumer research.

A fun, quirky, energetic brand that desires to create an city comunity for town woman that loves a coastal vibe. Witty, relatable, sensible and with a candy tooth for a great pun and an additional glass of wine. This includes providing exceptional customer service, personalizing interactions, and actively participating with customers through varied touchpoints. By nurturing relationships, you can foster buyer loyalty, generate repeat business, and profit from positive word-of-mouth suggestions. The mark combines the modern twist of PP Editorial New Ultralight, a traditional serif with a contemporary flair, with slight modifications to the 'K' for enhanced distinctiveness. Adding PP Mori Regular contributes to sophistication and clarity, ensuring that informative text on the packaging stays legible.

All of those elements are a key a half of launching a successful cosmetics model. Before you launch your cosmetics line, you need to have them all designed and in a position to go, guaranteeing they’re all an correct representation of who you might be as a brand. Nothing says "unique" like customized magnificence branding designed just for you by an expert designer. We’ve collected some wonderful examples of beauty model identities from our international community of designers. Get inspired and begin planning the proper beauty brand design at present. To create high-quality products, contemplate investing in research and improvement to create progressive, high-quality, protected cosmetics merchandise that meet your customers’ wants and expectations.

The typography reflects timeless elegance and fashionable aesthetics, mirroring the brand's ethos. Each winner drove beauty's expansive development of their specific market segments, from Charlotte Tilbury to P&G Beauty's prolific hair brand portfolio. Choose from our assortment ofresults-driven product formulations and unique textures that can delight your clients and keep them coming back for extra.

This may be tough to do at first, but it's the very basis of successful rebranding.Your new function will help you define what your products need to be in order to obtain your new brand’s goals. It is the reason why folks will buy your product and why they may keep coming back for more. Attention to detail is crucial in cosmetic branding; even the most minor details can considerably impact a brand's general feel and appear.

Find and rent a designer to make your imaginative and prescient come to life, or host a design contest and get ideas from designers all over the world. With all of the components in place, constructing a profitable brand becomes easy. As a player in the cosmetics market, you need to learn to be both constant and flexible.

The price of launching a make-up brand varies depending on your particular wants. Factors such as the dimensions and scope of your project, sort of product you might be creating, price range for advertising supplies and different sources will all have an effect on the general price. • Social media campaigns – Utilizing influencers and creating content material on social media platforms to achieve more potential clients. Nowadays, it is important to have a strong advertising strategy to build brand consciousness and attain more clients. You might wish to think about hiring knowledgeable graphic designer to create the packaging design for your new cosmetics model.

In 2020, every model wants a presence on social media, however it’s especially important for magnificence brands. Once you’ve answered the core questions on your brand the subsequent step of the branding course of is constructing your brand identity. The first part of that process is to define your design building blocks.

Brands that adapt thrive, while those that resist typically discover themselves fading. Selena Gomez’s Rare Beauty emphasizes self-expression and redefines magnificence standards, resonating with a lot of her followers and past. Fenty Beauty’s launch revolutionized the business, not solely due to its inclusive shade range but additionally because of Rihanna’s highly effective affect and commitment to the model.

We goal to become a family name that people look ahead to inviting into their properties each month. In the long run, we plan to add whole-food, natural dietary supplements as nicely. DISTRIBUTION CHANNELS — Where your products can be found for purchase is as essential because the product assortment itself. Today’s beauty branding consumer is purchasing throughout all channels and a savvy magnificence brand company is aware of tips on how to develop product and consumer demand to assist all channels.

Nothing says "distinctive" like custom cosmetics branding designed only for you by a professional designer. We’ve collected some superb examples of cosmetics brand identities from our global neighborhood of designers. Get impressed and start planning the proper cosmetics model design today. Both brands are in the same area but have fully totally different approaches to building their model identity. The model on the left makes use of bright and heat colours to project a way of liveliness whereas the brand on the proper makes use of clean and monochromatic designs to level out a way of purity. Successful beauty brands perceive the significance of fostering a group and nurturing an ongoing relationship with their prospects.

By creating engaging co-branded beauty campaigns, you'll have the ability to leverage the strengths of the partnerships to grow your loyal audience base and model visibility. Creating a gorgeous and powerful cosmetic model design could be important to the success of a cosmetic product. The beauty industry is an evergreen trade that is booming, and much cash is being made in the magnificence markets. The preferences of your target will influence your packaging, colours and fonts, content tone, and the marketing efforts you use to get your brand in front of your audience. VIVA SKINCARE is a model of premium cosmetics specialised in skincare and sweetness of women with a spread of merchandise of the very best high quality.

[junglekarmapippa]

The Full RJ Special

(This is an EXPLICIT, NSFW RJ+OC story)

RJ was pointlessly cleaning the tables of Jungle Karma Pizza, his brand-new restaurant. It wasn’t that the restaurant was opened recently, it had been open for almost a month. It was more the fact that he hadn’t had a single customer since he had opened.

He was distracted rearranging the animal figurines he used to decorate the tables when the front door opened. He turned around, with a smile: “Welcome to Jungle Karma Pizza, the name’s RJ—“ He stopped talking when he saw the person who had entered.

It was a woman. By far one of the most beautiful women RJ had ever seen. Her brown hair was picked back in a tight braid and she was wearing a very expensive-looking business attire. She was clutching her handbag and looked upset.

She looked around the empty restaurant and then at RJ: “I’m sorry, I thought you were open, the sign on the sidewalk—“

“We are open,” he told her, offering her a shy smile. “There’s just no other customers, that’s all. Take a seat.”

He pointed at the booth with the tiger print upholstery and she sat down, set her handbag next to her and sniffed.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

She looked at him. “A soda. Black, full sugar, with ice.” He stood there staring at her. “What?”

“You struck me more as an ‘organic unsweetened lemonade’ kind of woman, that’s all,” he said with a shrug.

“Would you like to order a pizza?” he offered.

“What do you recommend?”

“The RJ special.”

“You recommend the pizza you named after yourself?”

“It’s the best one,” he told her with a smirk. “That’s why I named it after myself.”

She chuckled. “Alright, I’ll have the RJ special then.”

That had been the first time he had seen her. Beatrice Lancaster, his very first customer. She had entered the parlour accidentally the first time, looking for a place to hide while she cried away her frustrations but he had made her smile. She kept coming back after that, every other day, and he sat down and talked to her while she ate -usually only a couple of slices- because he had no other customers.

One night, shortly before closing time, he was bent down picking up a napkin he had dropped when he heard her say: “Well, isn’t that a sight for sore eyes.”

He stood up slowly, licking his lips as he smiled. She had been making comments that had gotten more and more risqué as their conversations evolved and they gained trust in each other. He had flirted back, after all, it was harmless. She was out of his league and he was fine with that.

“What’s a sight for sore eyes?” he asked, playing dumb.

“That ass you keep hidden under that chef jacket,” she commented, walking towards him, licking her lips. “Makes one wonder what else you’re hiding under that chef jacket,” she added. He swallowed hard, suddenly very aware that this was different from her previous harmless flirting. She was coming on to him and she wasn’t being very subtle about it. Her eyes gave him a once over and stopped at the height of his orange apron. “Or under that apron.”

“Beatrice?” He asked, trying to stall her enough to gain a better idea of whether he was getting the signals right or not.

Unlike other occasions, she was wearing a very short tight dress, that wrapped over her body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. He looked at her eyes and she smiled wickedly at him, biting her lower lip.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, dropping her handbag on the floor and moving closer to him. “Don’t want to put your money where your mouth is?”

“I’m not even sure where my mouth is right now,” he said hoarsely, his green eyes glued to her green eyes, intense and sensual.

She closed the distance between them and unbuttoned the second button of his chef jacket, parting it to reveal his collarbone. She put a hand on his check and trailed down his face and neck, a soft touch that sent a wave of fire through him. He wasn’t sure if what had him more turned on was the touch itself, or the anticipation of what else may come after it.

She held his jaw with one hand and pressed her lips against his, softly at first, testing his willingness to participate. He exhaled inside her mouth and gave in to her offer. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him, pressing her against him.

Their kiss grew more passionate, as his tongue parted her lips and entered her mouth, caressing hers. She held him by the jaw and he held her by the hips and they kissed more and more passionately, nibbling on each other’s lower lips and then going back in for a French kiss. He felt himself going hard under the apron and she must have felt him too, because she was smiling during their kiss.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Hang on a sec,” he whispered, taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. He reminded himself of who she was: one of the richest women of the city, stunning, wanted by many powerful and rich men. With another breath, he reminded himself of who he was: the chef of a rapidly failing pizza parlour who had very little other than his looks and his way with words going for him. “What exactly… what are we… what do you…” he didn’t know how to finish the question, his usually pale cheeks getting red under his stubble.

She moved towards him again, this time taking off the zebra-print bandanna he was using to keep his hair in place. “I’m here for the RJ special,” she whispered directly into his ear, while she ran her hand down his body, sneaking it under his apron and brushing his bulging erection lightly through his pants. “The real RJ special,” she purred before taking his earlobe with her teeth and nibbling it softly. “The full RJ special, if you catch my drift.”

He turned his head slightly to look at her face, his breath short and rapid, as her hand continued its teasing under the apron. “Give me a moment,” he asked, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her hand away.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of man who would shy away from an offer like this,” she joked.

He smirked. “I’m not,” he told her and walked towards the door, which he proceeded to lock and then shifted the sign to ‘closed’. He turned to her, smiling. “Now, where were we?”

She smiled as he approached her and took her in his arms, holding her tightly against his body, her tiny frame fitting comfortably in his arms, strong from the kung fu training and the pizza making. She grabbed him by the jaw again, rubbing her fingers against his stubble. His hands moved down her back and reached her firm buttocks, where he squeezed gently, pressing her against his hips, so she knew exactly the effect she had had on him.

Her hands moved down his body and she was sucking softly on his lower lip as her fingers undid the knot of his apron and let it fall to the ground. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his jacket and she undid them all and pulled the jacket open, breaking the kiss to take a look at his body, not very bulky but muscular and tight. He was wearing a purple tank top under the jacket and she slid the white garment off him, letting it drop to the floor.

As her mouth returned to his, his hands moved from her butt to her thighs, and he ran them up her skirt, looking for the hem of her panties. But he never found it. She wasn’t wearing any. He moaned into her mouth, delighted by the discovery. He broke the kiss and started trailing his lips down her neck, sucking softly on her pulse point as his hand moved from under her skirt to her breasts. He fondled her mounds through the dress, almost sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

“A woman on a mission,” he whispered in her ear as his hands kept caressing her tits, brushing her hard nipples through the fabric. His hands moved down her body again and he locked his gaze on hers as he knelt in front of her, his hands running down her legs. Looking up at her, he took off her heels, one at a time and then caressed her legs again, the touch of his fingers light as he heard her let out a small moan of anticipation.

His fingertips trailed up her inner thighs and she moaned in anticipation again, as he reached her pussy and brushed it softly. He moved his hands down again, pressing softly outwards. She caught his unsaid instruction and parted her legs wider, running her fingers through his hair as his hands pushed her dress upwards, rolling it over her hips.

She wasn’t shaven but she was trimmed and well cared. And she was wet, he could smell her arousal which only made his dick get harder. He ran his fingers up and down her labia softly, and then he teased her entrance, brushing it with his middle finger, marvelling at how wet and ready she was.

He moved in and kissed the top of her mound, where her outer labia met at the top. She let out another half moan and her fingers grasped tighter on his hair. He started kissing her pussy lips lightly, softly, enjoying her short breath and the trembling of her legs as much as the smell and taste of her pussy. He kissed all the way to her entrance and then, with a soft tongue, he caressed her entrance, making her moan out loud. He ran his tongue up her slit once, brushing her clitoris, which made her press his head against her harder, obviously ready for him to stop teasing her.

He ran his tongue up her slit again and he felt her legs weaken, almost giving in. With strong arms, he grabbed her by the hips to hold her in place and moved his face deeper into her, parting her labia with his tongue before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it ever so softly.

“Fuck!” She breathed out as he alternated the soft sucking with light flicks of the very tip of his tongue. He sucked slightly harder as her clit grew bigger and his licks became longer as he used his tongue to move her juices from her hole to her clit.

He lost track of where he was and how long he had been doing what he was doing. He was lost in the smell and taste of her, on the sensation of her hands on his shoulders, of her hips in his hands, as she tried to buck them against his face but he held her firmly in place. If she wanted the RJ special, she was going to get the RJ special. Her breath was short and ragged and her moans grew longer and louder as he kept his careful ministrations, circling his tongue around her entrance but never pushing his tongue inside of her; sucking on her clit but only until she whimpered or moaned softly, licking the whole length of her slit, lightly and slowly.

Her fingers clawed on his shoulders and he felt her getting hotter. She was about to come and her weight increased on his arms as her knees gave in. To her absolute dismay, he stopped completely and moved his face away, blowing softly on her pussy before moving to get up.

She held him down, putting her weight on his shoulders. “You’re not done.”

“Yes, I am,” he said, moving to get up again.

“I didn’t get there, you’re not done,” she insisted.

He chuckled and ran his fingers lightly over her pussy, his middle finger slipping inside of her. “You came here for the RJ special,” he told her, his finger moving steadily but softly. “This is the RJ special.”

“Never ending teasing?” She asked.

“I’m not done yet,” he told her, moving his hand away. “But I need to get up to finish.”

“Use your mouth to make me come,” she told him. “Or you’re never getting up from your knees again.”

“I will get you there,” he whispered, kissing her thighs. “I promise,” he insisted. “But not like this.” She groaned frustrated, her fingers clawing on his shoulders again. “Trust me, I will make it worth your while.”

She looked down at his face and he was looking at her face, smirking and licking his lips, obviously very pleased with himself.

“Trust me,” he insisted, taking her hands and moving them from his shoulders.

He got up and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. She could taste her own juices on his mouth and she sucked on his lower lip hungrily.

“We can’t do this here,” he whispered.

“What?” She asked, sounded almost desperate.

“It’s a restaurant, it’s against the law.”

“Please tell me you have a garage with a wall against which you can fuck the living daylights out of me.”

“I do,” he told her. “But you’re here for the RJ special, not for the mozzarella sticks.”

She looked at him, an incredulous expression on her face, and he smiled, licking his lips again. “Damn, you taste good,” he commented, bending down to pick his jacket from the floor.

“Is this funny to you?” she asked as he pulled her dress back down. “You can’t just leave me hanging like this, it’s just… rude.”

“Rude?” He asked. “You’re the one who came into my restaurant for days, teasing me with looks and smiles and sexy comments.”

“I’m here to deliver on that offer,” she told him, reeling up.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him again. “I know,” he kissed her deeply again. “But we can’t do it here, I could get fined or shut down.” She looked at his eyes and could immediately tell he was absolutely serious. He took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. “Come on,” he told her, pulling her towards the kitchen.

“Certainly the kitchen is more illegal,” she said as she followed him.

“We’re not going to the kitchen,” he said and pushed the door open, making his way up the staircase. “We are going to my place.” He guided her upstairs, where an immense loft area remained mostly unfurnished and undecorated. “I’m still not sure what I want to do with most of it,” he told her.

“Please tell me you have a bed,” she groaned as he guided her down a small set of steps, towards the loft’s main area.

He chuckled and turned to her. “I most definitely have a bed,” he informed her. “Wanna see it?” He asked, his hands on her waist again, his smile bright and inviting.

“Oh, God, yes!” She answered, jumping onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

With his hands on her buttocks, and kissing her deeply again, he took her to a smaller, separate room. Softly, he untangled her legs from his waist and left her sitting on his bed. She leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows and he knelt again, his gaze never leaving hers. His fingers pushed her dress up again and then he parted her legs softly, still smiling at her.

She smiled back and bit her lower lip. “Are you going to give me the RJ special now?”

“The whole thing,” he promised, before he started kissing her inner thighs alternately, trailing kisses up and down the soft skin, always caressing the one he wasn’t kissing to keep the momentum going.

“Eat me,” she pleaded.

“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered.

“Not one I’m famous for.”

He started kissing her pussy again and she moaned contently, letting herself fall on the mattress. His mouth was doing its magic again. Soon he was sucking on her labia and circling her entrance with his tongue. She moaned and arched her back. He responded by grabbing a hold of her hips, so he could hold her steady. He ran his tongue up her slit slowly, until he reached her clit, where he stayed, licking lightly and quickly. His lips closed around her clitoris again and he started sucking ever so softly. He kept that up for a couple more minutes and then kissed his way back down to her entrance, where he started to French kiss her pussy.

His tongue explored her inner walls while his lips caressed her too, his stubble adding an unnecessary -but very welcomed- extra stimulus.

“Oh, shit!” she let out as he did this. She kept cursing softly as he ate her, moving up and down her pussy, sucking her clit and then licking her insides, eating her juices. She moaned loud and long and her back arched again. Her legs closed around his head, but he didn’t seem fazed by this.

She moaned loud and long and her hands clawed at the bed covers, when he slid his hand from her hip to her thigh and then to her pussy. He used his mouth to suck and lick her clit, and used two of his fingers to fuck her, looking for the sensitive spot inside her. She all but screamed when he found it and kept stroking it in circles, his lips locked around her clit as he kept sucking.

“Oh, Fuck!” She yelled, using her own hands to fondle her breasts, trying desperately to reach the orgasm she was so close to.

He felt her pussy starting to tighten against his fingers and entered her with a third one, moving his hand in and out rapidly, while he hungrily sucked and licked her clit, his stubble rubbing against her pussy lips. He was going all out for the last sprint, to get her there. He started fingering her even faster and sucking her harder the louder she moaned.

With one loud moan that was almost a scream and a sharp intake of breath, her orgasm hit her. It washed over her completely, her body tightening, her heart racing, her breath caught in her chest. Her mind went blank and she lost herself in the pleasure of his tongue still licking her clit and his fingers still moving in and out of her.

She let out the air she had been holding and her body relaxed, as her senses began to come back to her. He kissed her pussy one last time and pulled away, moving his hands to part her legs, so he could stand up.

She opened her eyes and he was standing there, in the absurd combination of a purple tank top and zebra-print pants, with a pleased smile on his face. “Welcome back,” he told her, leaning down to kiss her.

She grabbed the back of his head and followed his head as he moved back up, trying not to break the kiss.

“That was awesome,” she admitted.

“Told you, patience is a virtue.”

"What do I get for dessert?"

"I'm not done."

She smiled at him and he moved to take his shirt off. She got up from the bed and stopped him, taking over and pulling his tank top off his torso. He had a tattoo around his belly button and she giggled. It was as absurd as the rest of him.

"What's so funny about my tattoos?" He asked.

"There's more than one?"

"You should have seen two already."

She looked down his exposed skin and saw another tattoo on his right forearm. She reached out to touch it. "I missed this one," she said. "I was distracted."

"I see," he answered pulling her closer. "Let's see if you can find the others."

"How many tattoos do you have?"

"I'm not going to spoil your scavenger hunt."

"Alright."

He pulled her closer and kissed her, while his hands found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her back right along the spine. As he moved his kisses to her neck again, he pulled the dress open and she helped him get it off.

He had been right, she wasn't wearing a bra either. And her breasts were as beautiful as the rest of her. He kissed his way down to the right one and started sucking on her nipple, one arm holding her close to him and the other fondling her left breast.

She ran her hand as far down his back as she could reach and then back up, tangling her fingers in his hair. He moved to suck on her left nipple and she pulled his hair harder.

"When do I get to play?" She whispered.

He moved his mouth away from her nipple and looked at her. "what do you mean?"

She ran her hand down his torso and grabbed his bulge, still inside his pants. "I want to see my new toy too."

He chuckled. "Nice guys finish last."

"Let me see it," she told him and started undoing his zebra print pants and taking them off. He helped her and she smiled at him before taking off his briefs, to find his cock hard and hot. "It looks like so much fun!"

She wrapped her hand around it to gauge its thickness and then ran her fingertips up and down the whole length. It was soft and warm and slightly pulsing and she was fascinated by it.

"Look at that," she started, bending down to kiss the base of his cock. "I found another tattoo!"

He had another tattoo on his groin, right above the base of his penis. He also had an interesting story about it that he may share with her later. Right now, she was trailing kisses up and down his length and he was losing his ability to concentrate.

She kissed the tip of his cock and wrapped her hand around it loosely. She was about to take him in her mouth when she felt his hand on her head.

"Hang on," he whispered, dropping himself on the bed next to her. "I don't want to fall on top of you," he explained, caressing her shoulder. She smiled and ran her hand down his torso again. "Go ahead, it's all yours."

She chuckled and kissed his lips before facing his dick again. This time she wasted no time teasing him and went directly for the prize. He groaned as she wrapped her mouth around the head. She licked it thoroughly, enjoying the feedback of groans and grunts she was getting from him. She started sucking and he took a deep breath he then let out way too carefully for a man who was getting a blow job.

She licked his whole length several times, until he started trusting his hips against her face. She wrapped both hands around his cock and then started taking in her mouth as much of it as she could. Sucking and licking, she started moving her head up and down, along with her hands.

"So good..." He whispered.

She moved expertly around his shaft. Her mouth, tongue and hands working him up to his own orgasm. She couldn't wait to taste his cum, to drink everything he had to give her. She was eagerly sucking and pumping him, when she felt his hand on the back of her head, not trying to push her down further, but to pull her up and away from him. She resisted his attempt to stop her by grasping both her mouth and hands tighter around him, he was so close to coming, he was harder and hotter and he had started to buck his hips slightly again. She was all wet and hot from the pleasure she was giving him and she was so thirsty for his spunk.

But he insisted. "Stop," he groaned. She continued, he was so close. There was no way he had enough willpower to stop her at that point. "Stop," he ordered her again, this time, actively sitting up to push her away.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking at his face. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all," he said, pulling her in for a kiss. "I just don't like coming in people's mouths."

"That's the prize for the blowjob..."

"I don't like doing it."

"Why not?"

"It's a long story," he dismissed.

She kissed him again and wrapped her hand around his dick. He let himself fall back down and she followed him, lying down close to him and kissing him deeply while she jerked him off. He started thrusting his hips against her hand.

"Tell me what you need," she whispered into his mouth.

"Tighter," he groaned. She obeyed and he groaned into her mouth, their kiss growing more and more passionate as he approached his orgasm. He moved his hand to fondle her breast while she kept jerking him off, faster and harder, feeling his precum oozing into her fingers. She moved her hand steadily, softly rotating it for extra effect. He broke the kiss, unable to keep his head from falling backwards any more. He let out one moan that turned into a grunt as he came, his cum coating her hand and allowing her to move even faster, with the lubrication.

He let out one long breath after his orgasm washed over him and smiled contently at her. He opened his eyes to find her licking her fingers.

"This is really good," she told him and kept licking his cum from her hand.

He chuckled. "Come here," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her again.

"One day you're gonna have to tell me about the whole not coming in people's mouth thing," she whispered.

"It grosses me out," he told her and shrugged.

"What grosses you out?"

"Having men coming in my mouth," he told her matter-of-factly. "I feel like they're peeing in my mouth, it grosses me out. I don't like to do it to others."

"You've had sex with men?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Not really."

"Good."

He kissed her again and moved to lean over her. She rolled on her back and smiled at him when he got on top of her. He started kissing her neck and she spread her legs for him to settle in. She ran her hands down his back, all the way to his butt and found a pair of firm buttocks.

"Do you prefer being on top?" He asked in a whisper directly into her ear.

"Why would you ask that?"

"You strike me as the kind of woman who likes to be on top."

"Don't you want to be on top?"

"I like it both ways."

She kissed him and pushed him to one side. He followed her lead and rolled onto his back, smiling into the kiss. With his weight directly on the mattress, his hands were free to explore her body and he wasted no time in fondling both of her breasts at the same time. She let her head fall back as he played with her tits, rolling her nipples on the palms of his hands.

He was getting hard again and he slid a hand down to her pussy to check if she was ready for more. She moaned when he brushed her clit on his way to her entrance and rocked her hips against his hand when he slid his fingers inside.

She opened her eyes to look at him and he smiled at her. "Let's just fuck," she told him. He sat up to kiss her and she grabbed his cock and placed the head at her entrance. He pressed his forehead against hers and they both groaned as her pussy wrapped around his cock like a warm and slick glove.

"Shit, that is good," he whispered. "You have a very nice pussy."

"You're not bad yourself."

She started rocking her hips, fucking him in short and rather fast moves. He met her thrust hard, pulling her down onto him, to pat her clit with his pelvis with each short and rapid thrust. She pushed him back on the bed and sat there, straddling him, rocking her hips to feel his cock slide in and out of her, brushing all the right spots. She moaned and rocked faster, letting her weight rest on her hands, which she was supporting on his chest. His hands moved from her hips to her waist and from there to her face. He pulled her down for a kiss and put his hands back on her waist while his tongue explored her mouth.

She broke the kiss and sat up again, rocking her hips faster. He started shushing her. She opened her eyes and he was smiling at her.

"Slow down," he told her.

"Make me," she dared him.

He smiled and pushed his cock all the way into her, grabbed her by the hips firmly and flipped their bodies over, rolling her on her back and landing on top of her.

"So much for liking it both ways."

"I like both top and bottom," he whispered, kissing her neck. "What I don't like is going too fast," as he said this, he started fucking her with long and slow thrusts, pulling out almost all the way and then going back in all the way to the hilt. "Learn to smell the flowers," he whispered in her ear.

"Fuck me," she begged.

"I am."

"Like you mean it."

"I am."

"Fast and hard."

"Make me," he whispered into her ear.

"Just fuck me until I come."

"Twice," he said and started sucking her earlobe.

He didn't change the pace of his thrusts, no matter how hard she squeezed his buttocks or how desperate her moans were.

"I am almost there!" She begged.

"Good."

He put all of his weight on one arm and used the other one to caress her breast, burying his face in her neck, the roughness of his stubble a nice contrast with his soft lips. She ran her hands up his back and tangled her fingers in his hair again. He ran his hand down her body and grabbed her thigh, pulling upwards to bend her leg. She moaned as the change of position let him rub her clit while he fucked her.

"Legs around my waist," he instructed and kissed her. She did as he asked and moaned loud into his mouth when he started tapping her clit with each trust. "Ready?" The only answer she was capable of giving him was a moan, which he took as a yes, and he started increasing the speed of his thrust, making them shorter and faster.

He took little sprints, fucking her fast and deep for a couple of minutes and then slowing down to an exasperating speed. She bucked, moaned and whimpered underneath him, begging him with every cell of her body to bring her to orgasm. He French kissed her and started thrusting fast and hard, feeling her pussy tighten against his cock. He was ready for coming too and kept the speed and depth of his thrusts until she tightened around him, her pussy desperately convulsing to hold his dick in place, her legs tightening around his waist, her hand pulling his hair harder. She moaned and screamed as her orgasm hit her and he kept fucking her until his own orgasm hit.

He came inside her, his eyes closed, his back arched as well. He opened his eyes to find her lying there, breathing heavily and smiling contently.

"You said twice," she whispered.

"I did."

"That was once."

"I'm not done."

He sat back and she sat up, looking for his lips. They kissed deeply again, running their hands all over each other. She broke the kiss to look at his face and he smirked, caressing her hair. She looked like she was about to say something, bit her lip and looked down at his chest, blushing.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," she dismissed, caressing his chest.

"What is it?"

She ran her thumbs over his nipples. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're in control of what you're doing."

"It only takes some discipline," he dismissed. "And I grew up in a highly disciplined home."

"You? Really?"

"You can say I broke free but old habits die hard."

She kissed him. She bit her lip afterwards, still avoiding his eye.

"Why don't you ask what you really want to know?" He told her, his hand running up and down her spine.

"You're bi, right?" He nodded. "How did you find out?"

He chuckled. "I just did," he told her. She looked at him disapprovingly and he shrugged. "It was exactly like that! I just did!"

"How did you find out you like sex with men too?"

"I'll have you know I found out I like sex with women too."

"The question remains."

"It's a very different experience, having sex with a man or a woman. I like both experiences. I found out when this really gorgeous girl started hitting on me relentlessly until I had to admit I liked her too and wanted to have sex with her. So I said yes and I liked it," he shrugged again. "Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me," she told him, her hands caressing his stubble. "Actually, it just makes me curious."

"If you're asking if I've been around, well, I have. I won't deny it."

She smiled, still caressing his beard. "I've been around too." She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed her back passionately. "I think you owe me one orgasm."

"I do, yes," he said with a smile. "I'll let you be on top this time if you promise to behave."

"I won't fuck you slowly."

"Then you're grounded."

"No," she said, wrapping her hand around the base of his already half-hard cock. "You're going to lie down there and let me take you for a ride."

"You came here for the RJ special."

"And I got it. It was awesome. Now let me show you how I like to play." She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. "You're going to love this."

He smiled wide. "Show me what you’ve got."

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