Clothes and various pieces of armor were scattered all over the master bedroom as the courier stood in front of her armor, staring into it and posing every few moments. She was getting ready for a night on the Strip and having a lot of trouble deciding just what to wear; she was the new manager of the Gomorrah, after all, and she needed to look good for her debut night. With a heavy sigh, she tossed a lock of curled raven hair over her shoulder and stared at the scar that had been left in the corner of her face, just above her eye. She'd hated it ever since she woke up in Goodsprings in a time that seemed so long ago.
"Stupid bullets..." Jackie muttered under her breath as she heard the scuffling of feet behind her and spotted Veronica beginning to clean up the scattered attire that she'd tried on and thrown away. She smirked, raising her voice. "My scar makes me look ugly." The scribe in the mirror turned her head towards the mirror and exposed the leather collar that was buckled just tightly enough around her slender neck, and shook her head as she let an armful of boots fall to the floor.
Veronica tiptoed up behind her courier and slipped her slender arms around the woman's midriff, while her own long silk dress brushed against Jackie's soft skin. "You're beautiful and you know it." She chided, while the smirking Jackie turned around on the spot. One hand stroked down one of Veronica's hips only for its palm to rest on her ass, and the other ran through the scribe's short brunette hair. "Oh, I get it." Veronica huffed, as she got to her tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on the scar atop her mistress' head. "You were teasing me again, weren't you?"
A soft laugh came from Jackie's lips as she gazed at the light reflected in Veronica's eyes, that looked like the softest chocolate she'd found hidden in the storeroom of the Lucky 38. "Maybe. I guess can't look too bad, if I have a delicious thing like you at my beck and call." She teased with soft fingers stroking the edge of Veronica's collar, at the sensitive spot where skin met leather that made Veronica purr with delight whenever it was touched. Veronica was a truly beautiful woman when she let herself be, instead of hiding in a frumpy robe. That was the first thing to be thrown in the trash when they came to their arrangement. "I do need some help with getting ready, though..."
"Coming right up." Veronica replied, getting a quick kiss before she looked over the arrangement of clothes and felt an arm slip over her shoulder. After a few minutes of studying the contents of the room, she gathered a pile of clothes and passed them into Jackie's arms. The woman gave her a skeptical look, which she sighed back at. "If you're not going to trust me to make you look good, I'm gonna have to punch some sense into you."
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timeasmymeasure
I'm A Mistress Now 1/4
Date: 2012-10-06 08:30 pm (UTC)Kinks: Submissison, Collar
Characters: F!Courier, Veronica Santangelo
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Clothes and various pieces of armor were scattered all over the master bedroom as the courier stood in front of her armor, staring into it and posing every few moments. She was getting ready for a night on the Strip and having a lot of trouble deciding just what to wear; she was the new manager of the Gomorrah, after all, and she needed to look good for her debut night. With a heavy sigh, she tossed a lock of curled raven hair over her shoulder and stared at the scar that had been left in the corner of her face, just above her eye. She'd hated it ever since she woke up in Goodsprings in a time that seemed so long ago.
"Stupid bullets..." Jackie muttered under her breath as she heard the scuffling of feet behind her and spotted Veronica beginning to clean up the scattered attire that she'd tried on and thrown away. She smirked, raising her voice. "My scar makes me look ugly." The scribe in the mirror turned her head towards the mirror and exposed the leather collar that was buckled just tightly enough around her slender neck, and shook her head as she let an armful of boots fall to the floor.
Veronica tiptoed up behind her courier and slipped her slender arms around the woman's midriff, while her own long silk dress brushed against Jackie's soft skin. "You're beautiful and you know it." She chided, while the smirking Jackie turned around on the spot. One hand stroked down one of Veronica's hips only for its palm to rest on her ass, and the other ran through the scribe's short brunette hair. "Oh, I get it." Veronica huffed, as she got to her tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on the scar atop her mistress' head. "You were teasing me again, weren't you?"
A soft laugh came from Jackie's lips as she gazed at the light reflected in Veronica's eyes, that looked like the softest chocolate she'd found hidden in the storeroom of the Lucky 38. "Maybe. I guess can't look too bad, if I have a delicious thing like you at my beck and call." She teased with soft fingers stroking the edge of Veronica's collar, at the sensitive spot where skin met leather that made Veronica purr with delight whenever it was touched. Veronica was a truly beautiful woman when she let herself be, instead of hiding in a frumpy robe. That was the first thing to be thrown in the trash when they came to their arrangement. "I do need some help with getting ready, though..."
"Coming right up." Veronica replied, getting a quick kiss before she looked over the arrangement of clothes and felt an arm slip over her shoulder. After a few minutes of studying the contents of the room, she gathered a pile of clothes and passed them into Jackie's arms. The woman gave her a skeptical look, which she sighed back at. "If you're not going to trust me to make you look good, I'm gonna have to punch some sense into you."