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Emilia, or Kicks as her close friends called her, strutted down the main halls of Hotel Stardust, feeling confident in this new adventure of hers, even if it meant having to put her past somewhat behind and start anew, she knew it couldn’t bring too many bad things like London did. Her eyes scanned the lobby, trying to look for someone to help her get settled. She knew exactly how to do it on her own, of course, but she figured it would be better with someone to talk to. Emilia spun on her heel to walk back to where she came from when she hit, or rather heatbutted a toned body, making her take a stumbling step back, “Jesus Christ! Sorry for that, it was my bad, completely…” she smiled sheepishly at the new person, mirroring their warm gaze, “Are you okay? I’m clumsy like this sometimes, first day introductions and all… You know? I’m sure there are better ways to make an entrance,” she added with a laugh, suddenly realizing she had been holding onto the arm of this new acquaintance for a few seconds now, so she quickly let go and cleared her throat.

The petite brunette was clearly not paying attention but even still, she was cute and he was checking out her ass when she suddenly turned and practically bounced off his chest. Tait stretched a hand toward her and her small hand wrapped around his arm as she steadied herself. “It’s all right. Are you hurt though?” He asked, his voice gravelly and genuinely concerned. “Are you new? I’m Tait, Tait Sinclair. One of the guests.” 

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“Oh-” her eyes drifted to the board and she chuckled gently, a twinge of colour staining her cheeks “I should have noticed that-” she tapped her temple with another chuckle “-duh.”  Again, she planted her hands between her legs and arched. This time, her head rolled back to that her face was upturned to the sky. Chest heaving with deep breaths, Ingrid then turned her head ever so slightly in his direction and opened her eyes. Her was was long enough now that it tickled the mat  and rested firmly upon her rear end. “Love it Doll, i wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ingrid then relaxed enough to stretch over, offering her hand to him. Though it was not in a handshake. Her knuckles where presented, her fingers tipped in talon like red nails, were curled in. She was smiling and it was awfully sweet for someone in such a compromising position. “Ingrid. Pleasure it all mine, believe me.” Ingrid shrugged her shoulders gently “-i’m a busy girl Tait. Which i would say isn’t usually a shame, but if it means having not met you-” she pouted playfully. “-maybe it wasn’t worth it after all.”

“S’alright. I like that I could distract you from something so obvious.” Tait replied with a rare flash of humour. Then he had to take a moment and shift because that position was mentally liquifying. He made a point of going home to look up her profile. Leaning toward her outstretched hand, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and brought her small hand up to his lips, dusting a kiss over the escort’s delicate inner wrist before letting it go. “I’m sure your other clients wouldn’t say the same. I suspect you go out of your way to make everyone happy.” 

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Hearing him repeat her name made Jane wonder what the man was up too. Was it another fan or just a paparazzi? It was always like this but when she heard him question. She chuckles, liking the attention. “I just arrived, but too answer your question. I’m a model, I own my own company but I have been modelling since I was a child. You might also know me by my other name. Thane. I also podcast.” 

“Ah ... a model. That explains it. I don’t know names. I am quite honestly the worst when it comes to current trivia. I do listen to podcasts though. They are a pleasant distraction. I will look for yours.” Tait replied with some amusement. “Well I let you get back to your day. I just couldn’t resist saying hello. Perhaps you can pop over some time for a drink, seeing as we are neighbours while we are here.” He was quite pleased with himself, this level of friendly was unprecedented in his personal history, although this beautiful woman would have no idea that he was typically known for his grumpy demeanor. 

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  “I collect them. In case I go back home so I can give something to my anne…mom.” Admitting with a shrug, the perfume was a bit expensive - it seemed pointless in her mind to buy something that wouldn’t last you years. “But you’re not wrong - I don’t like perfume.” She shook her head, nose wrinkling at the idea. “– You as well Tait Sinclair… Visiting Utopia I take it?”

“You collect chanel ... or the perfume?” Tait asked quietly, curious as to how different mother and daughter must be. He flashed a grin at her for a second at the acknowledgement he had gauged her correctly. “I am ... I’ve been here about two weeks now. Still finding my way around.” 

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            She glanced down for a moment, unsure of what to say. Maybe she was a bit biased of this place. Not only was it owned by her boyfriend but–she also loved the whole island thing. At least it was away from the city and chaos. Tilting her head, she frowned. “It–wasn’t a hint. My boyfriend doesn’t care what I do and who I talk to.” Athena replied. “Just friendly conversation…there’s nothing wrong with it.” 

“I know what it means when a woman suddenly brings up a boyfriend.” Tait replied seriously. “It doesn’t matter if it is true or not. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” He had been around enough to know that the ‘i have a boyfriend’ is classic woman defence and his oldest brother had advised him that whenever it happened, it was best to just get the hell away because you were probably making her uncomfortable, whether intentional or not. Since every man in the family was well over six foot, they knew they could be intimidating without even meaning to be. Their mother had spent many hours drilling basic respect into their heads. Oh mom, if only she knew what her boys did in their down time. Well actually, best she didn’t. At least she made sure they all understood the concept of consent from the time they were small. “Anyway, it is nice to have met you. Perhaps I will see you around the island some time.”

Crimson Nights || Open

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  Nadie nodded a bit “Well yes..” - nearly forgetting it was a stranger. “I mean um..” She stuttered, glancing him over. Not looking totally giving her serial killer vibes, though that’s kind of why she loved Utopia. Most people had their issues but she highly doubted someone would be killing her anytime soon there. “Few minutes? How … kind of you.” Choosing her words carefully she moved to the closest store – Chanel. Her eyes scanning over through the window. “My name is Nadie –” Glancing over her shoulder she offered a polite smile. “–Are you sure you want to help? My walk back is kind of long.” The last guy she crossed paths with wouldn’t even dance with her, who doesn’t dance?

Tait watched in some amusement as she considered his offer. As she paused in front of the store, he looked her over slowly, “Doesn’t seem your style....” he commented with a nod toward the ‘chanel’ sign. “Although I suppose I could be wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time.” He admitted quietly. “Tait. Tait Sinclair.” he introduced himself. “It is nice to meet you Nadie.”

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Her face lit up with another dazzling smile “Swimming?, surfing? Snorkelling?” she asked in quick succession of one another before a gentle laugh escaped her “-sorry, i don’t mean to be nosy, really.” she threw him a wink then to accent her words. Ingrid then readjusted herself, bringing the leg from behind in front,  switching up her stretches. Ingrid glanced to him, the question making her preen with delight “2 years now Doll. Escort-” she dipped her head in a slight bow but peered up at him from under a curtain of red hair and thick black lashes “-at your service.”

“Surfing.” He gestured to his surfboard, now laying the sand so it didn’t block the redhead’s sunshine. He had to laugh at her deflection about being nosy. Was she really interested or was this just part of the job? Did it matter? He supposed not. Showing interest was probably one of the reasons she was successful. “Two years? You must like it.” He replied as he didn’t hesitate to look her over in much closer detail. “I’m Tait Sinclair. One of the guests. I’ve been here about a week. Not at all sure how I missed you so far.”

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       The shopping area was quiet for once - guessing people were enjoying their bed this Sunday. It made it easier to get in and out, the fruit stands finally not packed with people planning some sensual event… that’s the typical Saturday a voice rang in her mind. The brunette slid all her bags on to one arm so she was able to eat and walk. A tomato in one hand as she gnawed on it… Her arm screaming in protest so she dropped the bags by her feet with a huff. “Bisikletimi ozluyorum – “ Muttering in her native tongue, Her eyes drifting around the few people till the sound of her bags ruffling “– Allah.”  Putting her free hand over her chest she turned to the person. “Those are not for free.”

“I know.” Tait replied easily. “You just looked like you could use a hand.” He nodded down at the petite brunette. “Show me the way and I’ll be your errand boy for the next few minutes. I’m rarely this nice so you really should take advantage of it.” He continued bluntly as he slipped her bags into a larger carrier bag that easily fit over his shoulder. He gestured ahead of himself. “After you.”

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She had taken her sunglasses of and so, had to stretch a hand up to block the sun from her eyes when he stepped aside. Now that the light was facing him, she could easily make out the sharp square jaw and a gaze that was piercing enough to make her pause. She stared at him for a while, long enough that her grin turn into a lazy smirk. “Don’t worry about it handsome.” Ingrid eventually replied, her words low and edged in something sultry. She braced her hands flat on the mat and arched her back. She knew fine rightly what she was up to as well. The S of the curve was pronounced, her chest now jutting out at the same sharp angle that her ass had been. She rolled her hips again, as if she was trying to get comfortable, but it was all a preening show. “Where are you of to in a getup’ like that doll?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him. 

She certainly knew how to work her assets and assets they were. He had to take a moment to actually think of the answer to her question and if he were the type to blush, his cheeks would be glowing for being caught out so easily. “Oh I thought I would get some time in the water before the beach fills up.” His gaze skittered over her again, taking in the sight of her from the small pale toes up to the bright flash of her hair. “Do you work here?” he asked quietly, hoping that if she were another client he hadn’t offended her with his question.

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“ It’s no problem at all man, I don’t mind,” He motioned the other to follow him as he carried his stuff back to the apartments. “ A form will be great, I just need something to sign that says that there is no use, recording or anything like that with my music until I give the go ahead, you know?” Griffith would love to do it, but he had to be smart. “ No agent or lawyer though, can’t afford shit like that,” Moving inside the apartments, he got upstairs to his room, “ More or less, two years or so,” He got inside, putting his guitar up before pulling off his shirt, exposing his well-formed and tatted torso as he searched for some clothes, “ Make yourself at home,” He motioned to the, what looked like, a hotel room. “ So I’m guessing you’re a client…are you enjoying your time here,” Griff asked, putting some jeans and briefs onto the dresser. 

Tait nodded, trying not to get distracted as he really did have a purpose here this time and he didn’t just want to end up staring at the guy who was clearly living out the stereotype of the hot island musician guy. Still he rather enjoyed watching the escort change his shirt. “I am ... still settling in .. checking out what the resort has to offer. Two years here? You must like it.”

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With her yoga mat tucked tightly under her left arm and sneakers hanging from her fore and index fingers of the same hand, Ingrid was making her way down the beach. She was, however, paying more attention to the cellphone she had gripped in her free hand. Her thumb tapping away on the device, enjoying this little moment of solitude that she had been given.  She was striding up the beach, head tilted downward, eyes obscured by a pair of blue cats eye sunglasses.Finding a spot by the pier, she set everything down in the sand and unfurled the mat. She shook it out and then placed it down. Using her sneakers, she created weights on the corners to keep the thing from flying away.  Siting down, Ingrid stretched out her leg in front of her and began her stretches. Lowering her torso and bracing her forehead on her shin, she rolled her hips ever so slightly to loosen the muscles there.  It was a dark cast shadow that had her rising before it was time too. It blocked her view of the sun and the sea and in response she cleared her throat. “I don’t charge for watching Doll face, but i’m not about sitting here in your shadow. Wanna move for me?” She was asking nicely and it was paired with a signature cherry red smile. 

Was he just watching? Yes, yes he had to admit that like some lonesome perv in a park, he was checking out the redhead as she stretched herself in the sunshine. He had come down to the beach for the purpose of getting in a hour of surfing before this particular section of water became crowded. It was incredibly popular in the late morning and early afternoon. It was the surfboard that casting the particularly large shadow, engulfing the petite woman.

“Oh right... sorry.” Tait replied with a shrug and then a slightly self-deprecating laugh. Moving to the right, he settled on a piece of drift wood as he pulled on his wetsuit and zipped it closed, trying hard not admire the curve of her ass. Apparently he needed to get on the escort app again this afternoon before he turned into a creeper.

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She smiled as he laughed at her choice of safe word, Nina felt like a safe word should pull you from the moment, and the word pickle would definitely do that. She smirked as his eyes scanned her body, Nina enjoyed watching others appreciate her body. She let him remove her clothing, enjoying the speed at which he worked. She squeaked lightly as she was lifted off her feet, hands snaking around his neck. “And when do I get to see what’s under there sir?” she said, one hand toying with his shirt at the back of his neck, making it clear that she wanted to see more.

“Soon enough, little flower. First I want to see what you look like all wet.” He teased with another kiss to her full pout. As he was kissing her, he leaned forward, dunking the brunette beauty into the water and then pushing back so they were both in. He used one hand to smooth back her dark strands from her face so he could see her better. The other hand was content to cup her ass. “You are really beautiful.” He murmured, more to himself than her actually. 

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blaze had been wandering around the club for most of the night trying to find someone that struck his fancy as well as some possible future clients.  girls seemed to fall for the bad boy type, guys?  well, it didn’t seem like his charms were working on any of them.  when he felt some of his drink splash on his white button-down he looked up at the man apologizing.  flashing him a smile, he shook his head, “I wouldn’t worry about it, but I’d love another whiskey.” blaze purred, his voice deep as he looked the other over, “also, if you’d care to speak I was thinking about heading outside for some air.”  he smiled, running his tongue over his lip as he looked into the other’s eyes, “after the drink, of course.” the punk teased, leaning back against the bar.

“Then let me get that for you.” Tait replied with increasing interest. He had marked this one as worth meeting and it seemed the fates were being kind tonight. He met the other male’s fiery gaze and admired the blatant flirtation. This one knew what he was about and Tait did not object. Far from it. “A drink and then a breath of fresh air sounds ...” A wicked smile warmed Tait’s stern features, “Absolutely delightful.”

Veil Nightclub | Tait & Blaze

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There really does not seem to be any other words to describe just how much energy Jane really pulls off. Whenever she’s around people. They all just seem to flock right up to her and hearing the man talk. Jane smiles with her elegance rising through her lips, while bringing herself closer towards him. “Am I? I didn’t think I would meet my neighbour so fast. It’s a pleasure to meet such a fine gentleman. My name is Jane, it’s really nice to meet you Tait, how are you doing?”

“Jane?” He repeated to confirm and then nodded, “Pleasure to meet you Jane.” He acknowledged. “I’m doing well. I haven’t been here long myself, just a few days.” Then he paused, “You seem really familiar. I’m terrible with current movies or tv or anything like that. Where do I know you from?”

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UTOPIA CLIENT PROFILE

NAME: Tait Sinclair

AGE: 25

GENDER: cisgender male

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: no preference

TYPE: Dominant

KINKS: Pain Play, Bondage (Shibari), Service, TPE, Humiliation/Verbal control, and Sex Toys (for further information, please see this list).

BLACKLIST: little, daddy, vanilla

HARD LIMITS: Scat, Vore, Gore, Latex, Daddy/little, Infantilization, Feminization, Bimbofication, Submission

ETHNICITY: caucasian

HAIR COLOR: brown

EYE COLOR: blue

SKINTONE: irrelevant

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6′2, 180

BUILD: see photo

BIO: Seeking submissive inclined escort for structured scenes or other playtimes as may be agreed upon. Discussion required first for more detailed review of safeword, soft limits and preferred aftercare routine.

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Being new to the place only made Jane more curious and anxious about people in the surrounding area. Anxious because of an unfamiliar place but curious as to who or what she would find inside. The package she chose was the platinum and it was quite obvious. Having the inheritance to one of the biggest modelling companies, it was almost like destiny to choose the most expensive package. It was her lust filled life, one which she wants to have some fun while staying here. Walking down from her bungalow and into the main place. She smiled towards the first person she sees. “Well hello there.”

He had seen her move in, her bungalow not too far from his own. She was a woman used to being noticed. You could tell by the way she carried herself. There was authority there and that graceful air of a woman accustomed to being ‘seen’. It was impressive really that she could cast an impression so vividly so quickly. “Hello. You’re my new neighbour I think. I’m Tait. Tait Sinclair.”