Pretty please, with a cherry on top!

[Rhindeer]

Apparently, getting a job was more difficult when you were a guy that looked like a fruit.

Literally.

Sighing in annoyance, Cherry turned and walked out of the smithy's shop with a scowl on his face, nearly slamming the door behind him as he left, also shutting out the laughter in the process--which was a blessing, to say the least. Damnit, but that was like...the tenth person he'd gotten that reaction from! Which just sucked. He'd gone to stables and forges and everything in between, offering up his skills because he really, really needed the cash. And he had a lot of skills! Really he did. He was pretty good with horses, having come from a village of horse breeders--and they were quite famous in their own minds!--and though he wasn't the best, he could still do a good job as a stable hand or something. Hell, he'd even tried getting a job at a blacksmith's shop, because though he didn't know the first thing about forging swords, he had the muscle needed to at least help out, lug materials around, that sort of thing. And the he'd even tried searching for odd jobs--chopping wood and crap like that.

Rejected. He'd been rejected from them all.

And why?

Because he looked like a fruit.

...Oh, and he supposed some of it could have been because of his height. Sure, at five feet seven seven, it wasn't like he was short, even if he was shorter than most men, but when you added that to the fact that his hair was a cheery red, his eyes were green, and there was a damned cherry tattooed onto his left cheek...it didn't really make the best first impression, visually. What sealed the deal was when he told them his name: Cherry. Oh yes. Cue the laughter. And hell, maybe he should have adopted an alias, little good that would have done, but one of his greatest vices (as well as virtues) was that he was proud. And the proud had nothing to hide. He certainly didn't, and if people wouldn't accept him fully, well, hell, they could go whack their own kneecaps with a sledgehammer for all he cared. Sure, he hated his name (goddamn parents) and his stupid tattoo, but that was beside the point--he hated it, but he'd accepted it like any other flaw of his.

And that was that.

Simple pride kept him from covering up the tattoo with something and changing his name entirely. That was just how he was. Tcha, if they were going to be like that, they didn't deserve his services, anyway!

Besides, it gave him a good excuse to bitch about the stupid bastards that turned him down, and more to complain about since he needed some cash. And hell, like he really wanted to work in some stuffy blacksmith...thing...anyway. He'd rather find some dumb job as a mercenary or something. It was cliche, but hey, he could do it, and his target would never see him coming! Well...they would see him coming, but they wouldn't expect him to pack a punch! No one really did...until he'd punched them.

"Asshole," Cherry muttered as he stomped out of the building, or stomped as well as one could stomp when they were wearing sandals, loose, baggy pants flowing comfortably about his legs and almost covering his feet entirely. A large bag was strapped to his back, which could be assumed to contain his belongings, even if it was a bit too long to contain just clothes. Well. Fine. That failed, so...onto the next destination!

...Which wouldn't be looking for new jobs. Nah. Not now. For Cherry was suddenly quite distracted by a street vendor selling caramel apples. Which, of course, he had no money for.

Bah...

Ah well, he could still stare and make the poor seller feel uncomfortable. That was always fun.

[Anonymous]

Cherry wouldn't be the only one at the carmel apple vendor, for there was already someone there. And their staring was definately making the vendor uncomfortable. At this point though, all Cherry would be able to see was their rump sticking out a bit as they leaned over the vendor's booth, their chin propped on one hand as they conversed with the man. In all appearances, it seemed to be a woman.
She was slender, wearing a dress that was tight near the top but flowed around her legs. She wore sandles with platform bottoms as well, which boosted her height by a few inches. The dress was a pale, milky pink color, made of satin, and embroidered with tiny, delicate flowers. Her hair was probably the most striking thing of all, for it was incredibly long, well below her waist, and of an interesting hue. It stared a rich, mahogany red color near her roots, then gradually turned into a rich peach color, the exact color combination of a real peach. It was really quite lovely.

Needless to say, her flirting (for that was obviously what she was doing) was making the vendor very nervous. He kept shifting from foot to foot, glancing around, and tugging at his collar. He was looking for any excuse to get away from this woman, and he found it in the form of a cherry...I mean, Cherry.
His face lit up. "Why hello there sir! Interested in a carmel apple??" He called out, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

The woman tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned her head to look at Cherry, a pout on her face. Her skin was smooth and at the sort of paleness many women lust to have themselves. Her lips had been colored with something that made them look moist, and they were currently a dark peach color like that of her hair. Her eyelashes were luxuriously long and dark, and curled a bit at their tips. Her eyes were incredible though, such a pale, icy blue that they pierced right through you.
The pout quickly turned into a seductive grin as she looked Cherry over, though she'd have to wait until he got closer before she could begin to say half the things on her mind.

[Rhindeer]

It wasn't long before Cherry noticed the other person that was there, because he'd been a bit preoccupied with staring at the sugary-goodness-coated-apples. Yeah, he had a sweet tooth, but he was also starving--again, he really needed some cash. An apple couldn't be that expensive, and he might still have some change on him...maybe. Hopefully. Something like that would be enough to tide him over for a bit, at least enough to stop his stomach from snarling at him.

He had just started to fish around in his pockets for a few loose coins and had glanced back up to see if he could sight any prices, and that was when he saw her. Or rather, it, because the first thing he saw was actually her bottom. And what a nice bottom it was. Come on, he was a guy, he liked looking at women's butts every now and then--it was healthy! So, indeed, he did check that out for a few moments before he finally raised his green eyes to look over the rest of her.

And the rest of her, much to his relief, was just as lovely. What caught his attention the most, however, was her hair; he'd never seen a color like that before on anyone, animal or human. Hell, he'd never seen a color like that anywhere--maybe on a peach, but peaches weren't currently springing to mind at the moment--and the length and softness of her hair made him...want to touch it. Of course, he didn't touch it, because that would be quite rude, but he could still look and admore. And anyway, she was currently quite occupied with the vendor, who looked pretty flushed and uncomfortable by her obvious flirting.

Lucky man.

Cherry was still staring at her back, hoping she'd turn around at some point so he could see the rest of her--he honestly wasn't one to flirt a lot because he didn't really have the guts to be as forward as some men in that respect, not to mention he didn't want to come across as some pig, but he did like to watch and observe from afar. Now, if he knew someone for a while, then he might make some clumsy advances, but hey, he'd always been a bit socially awkward in that area. Not his fault--that was his parents for giving him both their pride and...giving him a damned stupid name and tattoos.

He was snapped from his quiet observation when the vendor suddenly called out to him, and he jerked his gaze away from the woman and over to the vendor.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. How much're the--?" he began, but that was when the woman turned her head to look at him, and Cherry caught a good glimpse of her face, the sight cutting off the rest of his words. In a good way. Needless to say, she was beautiful, and almost exotic look to her--or, at least, she looked exotic to Cherry, but that could have also been because he came from the country--with her dark, thick eyelashes and piercing eyes. And her lips...and that grin!

Cherry quickly jerked his attention back to the vendor. "Right, yeah. How much're they again?" he asked, and used that as an excuse to walk closer, right up to the stand and right beside the woman.

Hey...he might have trouble making the first advance, but if some gal was going to flirt with him, that was really all the prompting he needed. Besides, he could get a better look at her now, even as he tried to make a show of paying more attention to the vendor than to her.

[Anonymous]

Score! He was coming closer. And what a tastey little morsel he was! Not too big and buff, but still with muscle. She didn't like overly muscular men. Oh and that hair! What a color! She'd never seen anything like it, and trust me, she's seen alot. Now, she supposed the question was...did the curtains match the drapes...?
Maybe she'd be lucky enough to find out...

Perhaps the thing she found the most alluring about this tanned stranger was that cute little cherry tattooed on his cheek. She just wanted to kiss it!
Her seductive smile only grew as her appearance literally rendered him speechless for a few moments. My my...interested much...?
She winked those long lashes at him as he struggled to recover his words, and stayed casually bent over the cart as he came up beside her.

The vendor was about to tell Cherry the price, but Peach interrupted with a wave of her slender hand, which was adorned with long, but not overly long, nails that had little sparkly decorations on them. "Its on me." She purred, and the vendor gulped before quickly scrambling to get an apple for Cherry.
Unfortunately, he wasn't flustered for the same reason as Cherry, as he would soon find out.
"What's your name, handsom? And I absolutely love the tattoo..." She purred, her voice as soft and smooth as any could get. And as she spoke, she actually ran two fingers lightly across the cherry on his cheek, looking up at him through her dark lashes.
Oh, but this would be fun...

[Rhindeer]

Oh boy, she didn't straighten up. Nope, she stayed bent over the cart, and Cherry couldn't help but steal glances at that lovely rump of hers. Hey...she was practically asking for it, and if you had it, flaunt it, right? She certainly had it. Of course, he tried not to be too obvious about it, and when he came up to the vendor, he put all his energy into focusing on that man, considering he was right beside the woman now. It was all good to stare from a distance, but he had a bit more class than to check out a woman's ass where she could see him!

Honestly.

Cherry actually jumped in surprise when the woman cut the vendor off, and he snapped his attention over to her when she said it was on her. What? Blinking his suddenly large green eyes in confusion and surprise, he opened his mouth to tell her thanks but no thanks, but instead ended up closing it again when he realized it was too late. A woman buying stuff for him? No, no, he couldn't allow that. Maybe he was old fashioned, but he was from the school of thought where it was the man that was supposed to buy the woman stuff! In fact, he'd also been raised to believe that a woman shouldn't have to do anything, that they should be treated like princesses and be doted upon by men. Thus...oh man, no, he couldn't accept that!

But it was too late to protest, because the vendor was already scrambling to get him an apple and the woman was talking again.

And calling him handsome.

Insert blush here.

Not to mention she'd actually complimented his tattoo!

That was a first.

Once again speechless for the moment, Cherry reached out numbly to accept the apple the flustered vendor held out to him, a bit of sticky caramel dripping onto one of his fingers. That was enough to bring him back to himself, and, a bit flustered himself now--because he'd been called handsome!--he shook his head quickly to clear it, shifted the apple to his other hand, and licked the caramel off his finger with one quick swipe of his tongue. But his effort to clean his hands up was soon interrupted as her fingers found his cheek, lightly running over the tattoo and inducing a small, pleasant chill throughout his body, the hair on the back of his neck raising.

Oh man...

"Cherry...the name's Cherry," he answered distractedly, suddenly looking everywhere but at her, or at least while he told her his name. Well...she'd called him handsome and apparently liked the tattoo, so...hopefully she'd like the name as well, though that was usually the part where people burst out laughing. Yet at the moment he really wasn't too worried about that. Nah, his mind was currently elsewhere, like pondering about how he liked her fingers and that he wanted to touch her hair. But he wouldn't! Besides, his fingers were sticky now from that apple. "What's your name, lovely? And...oh...heh, thanks for the apple. Want some?"

Okay, maybe that was kind of random, but hey, she'd bought it and he certainly wouldn't mind sharing it with a lovely woman like her! Yeah, while he may have issues making the first move at times, once someone else showed interest first, well, that tended to make him a bit more bold.

Sometimes recklessly bold.

Give him an inch and he'd take a country.

[Anonymous]

She smiled a bit more as she saw the blush spread across his handsome face. Bingo! She definately had him now. He was interested. Oh, definately interested...
Besides, hadn't he already looked at her tantalizing rump at least half a dozen times by now?
Yes, she had noticed, because she made it her job to notice. And if there was one place she definately liked having checked out, it was her ass.
And there was a pretty interesting reason behind that, too.

She enjoyed watching him lick the carmel off of his finger, and waited for him to really take the bait. Her smile broadened genuinely when he told her his name. Cherry! It was so perfect!!
"I love it." She purred then, truly loving his name.
Then, surprisingly, it was her turn to blush as he called her 'lovely' as a pet-name. She practically melted inside. He was so sweet! She just had to have this one...flirting aside, he was too good to pass up.
She blinked slowly at him, smiling. "Everyone calls me Peach. And I'm perfectly content to watch you eat it..." Was her sly response.

The vendor was becoming nearly hysterical, and finally he spoke up, privvy to something Cherry didn't know. "Could you two please take this elsewhere???" He emplored, and Peach turned her head and gave him a pouty frown.
"Oh alright." Her cool gaze returned to the handsome little thing at her side. "I noticed you left from the smithy. Looking for a job, sugar? I can help you out there..."
Even as she said it, she turned away from him and stood, sashaying away from the vendor with a distinct sway to her hips that wasn't too exaggerated, but definately got attention.
Glancing over her shoulder, she beconed him with the crook of her finger, smiling seductively still.

[Rhindeer]

Whoa...she liked his name?

Not only liked, but loved?

Yep, ego rising.

Cherry positively beamed at that point, that being probably one of the first times ever that someone (including himself; he hated the name but was just too damned proud to do anything about it) had actually liked his name. That made a grin flicker to his tanned face, and he couldn't help but run a hand through his red hair, half in an effort to mask any bashfulness he might be feeling, and half because, well, he was just that cool and his ego, and level of confidence, was definitely inflating. It certainly helped that his words had also induced a blush on her, which certainly looked good on her, the pink going well with her wonderfully fair skin. She really was beautiful...and as she offered up her name, Cherry's grin only broadened. Peach?

Well, that made sense. Come to think of it, her hair was peach colored, and her skin was smooth and...creamy.

Ahem.

"Peach...that sounds...delicious. Well, it certainly suits you, sweetheart," he said slowly, watching her with a small smile playing across his lips. Heh. Kind of ironic, too. To think he'd run into some other random person that was named after a fruit. Luckily for her, her name was apparently only a nickname and it really did match her looks--it was a complimentary thing for her, and really very cute!

Not to mention seductive.

Damn.

If the vendor was becoming hysterical at that point, Cherry was becoming more and more interested, especially after that scandalous response! Hell, Cherry's jaw nearly dropped, and he hardly noticed that the caramel was currently dripping all over the fingers of that hand, now, the freshly dipped goodness still quite warm. For the life of him, he couldn't think of anything to say to that. Well, except that he'd gladly let her watch him eat it...and that he wouldn't mind a bit if she joined in. Heh.

Luckily, he wouldn't have to, because that was when the vendor spoke up in a desperate attempt to get them to leave.

Gladly if it meant he got to go with her.

He was perfectly content to follow her.

Looking back to Peach as she looked at him, he nodded slowly. "Yeah...heh, I am, haven't had much luck yet so if you know of anyone that'd have me, that'd be great," he told her, following after her eagerly as she beckoned., hardly even needing that bit of prompting. This was turning out rather well! not only had he found some hot woman who was as interested in him as he was in her, but she knew of a place where he could find work? Great! It certainly paid to have connections...

Not to mention the view wasn't shabby in the least as he followed her, still too distracted by other things to give his apple the attention it needed. Hey, it was tasty, but she looked even better, what could he say?

"So what's this job?" he asked, picking up his pace a little to walk beside her, briefly remembering the apple and licking a bit of the dripping caramel from his other hand. "Not that I'm picky, I can do anything that requires brute strength, pretty much."

[Anonymous]

Peach continued to sway herself right along, knowing exactly where she wanted to take him. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, however, having expected him to come up next to her. And he was quite happy to continue checking her out, as well.
Oh yes, he was very interested.
Glee!

She smiled rather large as he spoke. Not picky? Oooo... "Brute strenght, hm?" She purred, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought. "I think that will be very handy..."
She could hardly wait!!
Finally, she stopped in front of a dark storefront, the door a smokey mahogany color. She knocked a few times, and after a few moments, a voice came out from the other side.
"Who goes??"
Peach smiled. "It's Peach, hun."
There was a shuffling, and then the door opened to show a gruff looking man with rather large muscles. He grinned down at the two. "Hello Peach. Who's your friend? A 'client'...?"
Peach laughed. "No no, he's here to work." She waved him off and led Cherry into the interior. It was lit dimmly, making everything seem much more intimate. There was the rich scent of insense in the air, and it was comfortably warm inside.
But that wasn't really the most striking thing about it all.

Along the silk couches reclined all manner of scantily clad people, both men and women. All the right parts of their smooth bodies were showing, and some showed even more than what would normally be appropriate...
Peach smiled at them all. "Hello gang. I'd like you to meet Cherry." She introduced him with a flourish of her arms, and both man and woman alike gave Cherry very appreciative looks.
"As you can see, the working environment is very laid back and friendly." She purred, and a few of the people smiled at that.
"Cherry says he's good at 'physical' labor. Do you think he'll fit in?"
The room errupted into laughter, and quite a few of them, including the men, nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah, that'll definately get put to work, Cherry." One of the men called, drawing out Cherry's name as if tossing it around in his mouth.

Peach stroked Cherry's cheek to get his attention. "You're not scared, are you?" She said softly, her breath a whisper as she blinked slowly up at him.
She didn't want him running away now, right when she almost had him where she wanted him.
"We're more than happy to give you room and board. I could...show you to one of the rooms, if you'd like...?" She suggested, smiling in a way that could make almost anyone forget their previous thoughts.

[Rhindeer]

Damn, was she a flatterer, and damn did he feel flattered. Cherry grinned over at her as she repeated his words, purring them. "Heh, I take it you like a handy man?" he teased, his ego inflating even more. Hey, he was perfectly happy to be a handy man. That's what he did best, for despite his smaller stature he was a surprisingly tough guy. Ran in his genes and all. Hell, even if it was just chopping wood, it was an excuse to take off his shirt and try and impress her--and hopefully not slice off any of his own flesh in the process, since she made it a bit hard to focus on anything else.

Hoo boy, little did he know...

He was quite content to tag along beside her--he didn't want her to think him too much of a lech, after all--until they stopped in front of a dark storefront. Nothing unusual, nothing unusual at all, and Cherry wasn't even phased by the gruff voice that came from the other side. Hmm...must be a pretty important job to have such tight security. Soon the door opened, showing a heavily muscled, tall (at least to him) man to match the voice, though his grin didn't seem nearly as scary as the rest of him. Client? Perhaps that should have been one of Cherry's warning signs, that word, but once again it flew right over his head--hey, it was a common word, and he didn't know what kind of business this was.

Smiling pleasantly at the gruff man, he nodded politely to him before following Peach inside, taking in the dimmed setting and the smell of insense. Huh...maybe it was a magic shop? That's what the smell of insense always brought to mind, memories of the gypsies and psychics that passed through their town on their wagons, stopping now and then to read palms or gaze at crystals. Yeah, their town was weird and kind of eccentric. Guess that's why he turned out how he did.

That was until Cherry saw the couches. And, more importantly, the people. All scantily clad and lounging on the couches comfortably and...

Oh my...Cherry didn't think he'd ever seen so many naked and nearly naked people in once place in his life. Not that he minded the view, except...the men kind of spoiled it, and...

Oh shit.

Suddenly, everything began to come together, and Cherry's jaw dropped.

He could only stare as he was introduced to the "gang", too surprised to even have the sense to wave apprehensively, though he did manage a weak, wry smirk at the whole "laid back atmosphere" bit. Ahaha. That was putting it a bit lightly. Dear Gods. He was in a prostitution house, wasn't he? That's what this was, wasn't it? Not that he'd know what one looked like! Uh...maybe it was just...very laid back...and...the people had just come in from...chopping wood...yeah. Ha, yeah right, no one wore that little when it came to chopping wood or spoke of clients or lit insense or had freaking bouncers for chopping wood! And...

Fit in?! Physical labor?! Get put to work?!

Oh Gods! Not like THAT! No way he'd go into that sort of profession! Especially not...with guys...doing that...

His green eyes widened with horror as he was stared at by men and women alike, and while the stares from the women was fine and dandy, the men...oh, the men...and that one man! Was he hitting on him?! Oh Gods, he was being hit on by a man! Cherry blanched as the room errupted with laughter, suddenly feeling like a piece of meat set out before a pack of starving dogs, and he quickly held up his hands, waving them frantically.

"Ahaha, no, no, I think you misinterpreted the 'physical labor' bit, I meant like...chopping...stuff..." he finished dumbly, face turning from white to positively red, nearly hiding the cherry tattoo on his cheek. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Peach touched his face, turning quickly to look at her, and then barking out a nervous laugh. "Scared? Haha, of course not, I just..." Want to get out of here as soon as posible?

That last bit was left unspoken as Peach continued in that sensual voice of hers, and he met her gaze as she looked at him. With that look.

Oh hell.

Apparently, Cherry was one of those "almost anyones".

"...Oh...sure..." Cherry said slowly, taken in by her damned charm. Well...it couldn't hurt. She was damned beautiful, and, well...worst came to worst and he could always run. Huh...wonder what a girl like her was doing in a place like this, but then again, she didn't seem depressed. Hell, they seemed like a family.

A naked family. But a family.

Weird.

Huh. Well...maybe this wouldn't be that bad after all. Maybe he could...end up working as a bouncer or something. Yeah. A bouncer. Not the other thing!

[Anonymous]

Peach had a hard time not laughing at his response to it all. He was absolutely horrified. Finally, she hid her mouth behind the back of one hand and giggled at him, blue eyes sparkling.
"Sorry hun, couldn't resist. But, the offer for a room still stands..."
And oh did she want him to say yes to that.
Luckily her charm, which had never failed her before, didn't fail her now either.
Her smile was slow and brilliant.
"Perfect."

With that, she gently took his hand and led him away from the people, quite a few of them waving him off and winking. Well, he was right, they were a very cheery, friendly, family-like bunch. Up the staircase on the right, were it grew just a bit dimmer, though the smell did thin out just a bit, as though there wasn't as much insense. But really, it was so that the special scents used in each room wouldn't be cancelled out...
This was a high-class place, the hall they traveled down very well decorated. It was lined with thick doors, through which no sounds could be heard.
Probably a good thing considering.

The hall hooked to the left, and Peach led him to one of the rooms and opened the door for him. A new scent greeted Cherry, one that was light and fragrant, perhaps the scent of some sort of flower. As could be expected, the scents they used were natural aphrodesiacs.
The inside of the room seemed to be in dark reddish hues, made of soft satin silks like the petals of a rose. There were drapes around the bed, currently pulled back on the side that faced the door.
"After you..." Peach invited, winking at him, that seductive grin still in place.

[Rhindeer]

Oh...heh heh...she'd just been joking. The corner of Cherry's lip twitched upwards, and a second later he was laughing softly. Relieved laughter. "Ah, haha, right, joke's on me," he chuckled, reaching up to brush the hair off his forehead. Really, it was just a suave way of brushing away the sweat that had started to bead there, for the room had been growing warmer and warmer since he had walked inside as, whereas before it had been a pleasant, comfortable warm in comparison to the cooler air outside. Hmm, wonder why the temperature had been growing warmer?

So those were the people that called her Peach...

Blinking down at her, Cherry offered up a smile. "No, I'd still love a room here." As long as he didn't have to do any of that!

As long as he didn't have to do any of that, he really didn't care what went on around him. Hey, he'd lived in weirder environments, so he could put up with a lot. As long as he wasn't involved, he could deal with most anything. Room and board was worth that, he guessed, especially when you were desperate.

And especially when it was being offered to you by a gorgeous woman who wanted to personally show you to that room.

Yep, all things considered, life was good. He could forgive the joke. In retrospect, it was pretty funny. Haha, he so wasn't...uh...made for that kind of work. He didn't have the look.

...

God he hoped he didn't have the look.

He let himself be lead by Peach, liking the feel of her soft hand in his larger, rougher one--hey, he did a lot of physical labor...the real, non-dirty kind--but he did his best to ignore the winks and waves he got as he left, because a good chunk of them were from men. Ugh. The scenery grew dimmer and dimmer as he followed Peach up the staircase, sandaled feet silent on the steps, and it seemed that the insense didn't quite reach up this high, for the smell slowly faded. It was something of a relief; as much as he loved the smell, it did get a bit overwhelming after a while, so the air up here felt refreshingly fresh and clear, and he took a deep breath.

Well, man. Prostitution house or not, it certainly was no stereotypical shabby, run down, hole in the wall and disease ridden joint. The place looked well taken care of, especially with the fine decorations lining it and the general atmosphere--everyone seemed happy, so he guessed there was no slavery involved here. That was good, otherwise he might be getting very nervous, hot charismatic woman or not.

Cherry waited as Peach opened the door for him, and a new scent filtered out of the room, one he got a good whiff of, and...wow. That smelled really nice...Cherry took another deep breath to take the scent in better.

Probably not a good idea, but he really didn't know any better.

"So...this'll be my room if I wanna work here?" Cherry asked slowly, stepping inside the room. "I mean...not that I wanna do that sort of work...I just...I could be a bouncer, you know. I may not look it, but...I'm good with that sort of thing..." Then he offered up a sly grin and a wink. "I'm good with the other thing, too," he added. "I just...like to keep it more private."

And then he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he'd just said.

Yeah, the aphrodisiacs seemed to be working.

[Anonymous]

She watched as he entered the room, obviously having let his guard down a bit. Well, it was probably better that he was more relaxed. It would make getting into his pants easier.
Heeehee...
She swept into the room after him, the door closing so softly it was almost impossible to hear. She placed herself carefully on the edge of the bed, the satin sheets crimping around her, the dark red in steep contrast with her pale pink dress. She loved the smell of this room...
As she should, for it was her room.

"Oh no. You might spend some time here, but this won't be your room..." She skirted around outright saying it was her room. Then he made the comment.
Peach giggled, trying to daintily cover her mouth, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. Oh my! Seems the scents were working...
"Oh, don't look so surprised. Its the insence. It's a light aphrodesiac, hun. Loosens the tongue...among other things..."
She smiled and winked at him, perfectly content to tease back and forth. But what she was hoping was between her open flirting the scent, he'd become a bit more bold.

She really did want her Cherry on top.

(Omg, I couldn't help it, lol!)

[Rhindeer]

Cherry slowly lowered his hand from his mouth, given there was no point to keep it there since he'd already spouted off what was on his mind so eloquently. Besides, that was also the part where Peach explained why he had so randomly said that because normally he just wasn't that lewd! He usually knew how to keep his bad thoughts to himself, filter them out of his speech as was proper! Though, admittedly, yeah, yeah, he really wouldn't mind peeling her out of the dress. GAH! No! No! Bad thoughts! Bad! Cherry bit his bottom lip, a flush settling on his cheeks that only gew when it really sank in that, indeed, Peach was sitting on the bed. In a closed up room. That was filled with the scents of aphrodisiacs.

Oh dear...

Cherry wasn't normally one to hop into the sack with a gorgeous woman upon a first meeting; he liked to get to know them first, you know. Casual conversation and all that, because not only did casual conversation help with actually getting to know the person first, but it also gave him enough time to build up his own courage so he could finally put the moves on the gal. Then again...he'd never really had any beautiful women wanting to jump in the sack with him upon a first meeting, so he really couldn't say that was something he wouldn't normally do, since he'd never had that sort of an opportunity before. So...maybe it was something he would normally do if a beautiful woman was throwing herself at him! Right now, it was honestly looking more and more appealing.

Or maybe that was the aphrodisiac talking, because he was certainly feeling rather hot right now.

Heh...and he'd be spending some time here...he rather liked the sound of that.

"Ah...aphrodisiac...it smells really good," Cherry admitted with a sheepish grin. He was certainly feeling less wound up and a lot...looser... "I like this room."

Indeed, the stuff was taking effect, and Cherry was certainly feeling more and more bold. Among other things. Crossing the room casually, he settled down on the edge of the bed next to Peach and, indeed, quite brazenly rested one hand on her upper thigh, thumb gently caressing against her. "But I think I like you better, princess." And then, wasting no time, he leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, his other hand gently cupping her chin, fingers lightly stroking along her throat.

Yeah. That was something he would normally never do in his life. At least not without help, and the "light" aphrodisiacs were certainly helping. Perhaps a bit more than they should have, but then again, these sorts of things effected different people differently. And besides...she seemed just as eager as he was.

Couldn't hurt!

[Anonymous]

Peach smiled an nodded, casually but not-so-subtly crossing one leg over the other, the fabric of the dress tight against her thigh, as it was obviously not quite loose enough to permit that sort of movement.
"Oh yes, I like it too." She agreed, her sly smile growing just a bit.
And then he got bold.
Really, really bold.

With his hand on her thigh, she could feel the warmth of his flesh through the delicate fabric. It made a shiver run up her spine, and her eyes lit up. Yesyesyes!!!
She would have responded seductively, but it was obvious that she wouldn't have to.
She was actually taken by surprise when his lips closed over her silky smooth ones so suddenly. My, but wasn't he rarin' to go??
His fingers tickled along her soft throat, and she happily submitted to him, letting her eyes flutter shut as she practically purred into his mouth.
She was just as eager at kissing him back, her tongue teasing him, darting around his lips but not entering.

One slender arm wound up along his back, able to feel the muscles through his shirt. The other clung a bit to his lower arm, the one that held her thigh, finally forgetting to be seductive.
Man, was he a kisser! She'd scored big this time, she could tell...
Yesss!

[Rhindeer]

About the only logical thought in Cherry's head at this moment was, "damn, I really hope I don't get charged for this." Because that would just suck.

Of course, at this point he also didn't really care because he was locking lips with an absolutely gorgeous little thing that was about as ready and willing as he was, and yeah, it was a sad fact that he hadn't really gotten any for a while. But that was beside the point! The point was, he was damned happy that that smithy had turned him down and that he'd been attracted to that yummy caramel apple stand with the even yummier lady. See, everything did happen for a reason, and if he got really luck (well, luckyer) then he'd also get free room and board, a job, and...free time with Peach!

Sounded good to him. Best deal he'd come across yet.

As long as he didn't have to actually do Peach's job at any point in time. Then that would be depressing.

Spurred on as she kissed back just as eagerly, feeling one arm loop around his back and the other hand gripping his forearm, he nibbled playfully on her bottom lip before opening his mouth to receive her, deepening the kiss as his own tongue explored her mouth boldly. Taking it even a step further, he removed his hand from her thigh, but only so he could use it to caress slowly up her body, across her stomach and against her side until it was supporting her back. All the better to help lower her backwards onto the bed, which is exactly what he did. Hey, it was far more comfy like that! Cough. Well...it was easier that way, at least, when it came to taking care of some things.

Finally breaking the kiss, he wasted no time in kissing along her throat and the sides of her neck, and the hand that had once been behind her back had since roamed toward her front to rest on her stomach before traveling higher and higher until...

...Wait...

Cherry paused, lips still pressed to Peach's throat and one hand on one breast. Or...at least...where a breast should have been, and Cherry would know! he'd been with his share of women before! And...a breast should have been there! But...he squeezed a little, as though just to make sure, but there was nothing there to squeeze. Hell, he even grabbed the other side of her chest with his other hand, just to double check. Maybe she was just a little lopsided or something.

Still nothing.

...Whaaat...?

Cherry didn't think he had ever moved so quickly in his life. Even under the influence of "light" aphrodisiacs, he still knew a boob when he felt one, and there was a great lack of boobage here! So, there he was. One second he was hovering over Peach, feeling her up and smooching on her, and the next second he had jerked back away from her as though he'd been slapped, yanking his hand back away from "her" chest as though it had just been burned. His green eyes were wide with horror as he stared at Peach. "W-what?! P...Peach? You...your..." He just couldn't say it, couldn't articulate the words, so instead he pointed weakly to her chest. He was too numb to move. "Are...are...please tell me you're just underdeveloped..."

His voice was almost imploring, his face pale as a freshly bleached sheet.

Let her just be a really flat-chested girl! Just let her be a her!

[Anonymous]

Ah, finally...the most wonder, deep kiss she had ever recieved. The arm that was around his back clasped onto the nape of his neck in an attempt to keep him locked to her, kissing him back deeply. This was pure heaven...
She moaned into him as his arm ran up her side, her skin tingling where he touched. This.was.incredible. She knew she had gotten good vibes from him when she saw him! He was perfect!

She quite willingly laid back on the bed, allowing him to be the fully dominant one. Hey, she liked it better on the bottom, ok??
She gasped when her mouth was released and his lips moved down her neck, teasing her.
Oh, she didn't want this to end!

But she knew, firmly in her mind, that it would.

Aaand...there it went.

He met her boobless chest. Guess the jig was up, eh??

He flew back so fast, she actually blinked in an attempt to readjust to his new station quite far away from her...er, him. As Cherry stuttered for words, Peach only smiled sadly and propped himself  up on his elbows.
Yep, no boobage there.
"I'm sorry...I wish I was just 'underdeveloped'..." His voice was the same, his appearance, everything. He was still beautiful.
But he was a man.
A very lovely, attractive, hott-as-hell man.
Freak-ah.

Finally he sat up all the way, and again crossed his legs, placing his hands elegantly upon his knee.
"I'm still Peach though, hun, and I'd still like to offer you a job. This is my place, I'm the manager. I'd love to have you here as a bouncer. If you can handle it, sexy."
He laughed softly, again placing a hand over his mouth to be polite. So it wasn't really an act...he did do things like that...
"Don't worry hun, most people do assume, though some don't care. I was kinda hoping you wouldn't care...but oh well, I still got that delicious kiss. You are incredible, and that's something, coming from me." And with that, he winked those long lashes at him.

[Rhindeer]

And here he'd been praying that she'd say she was underdeveloped. That would certainly be better. He could live with that. Underdeveloped chicks were still chicks and he liked chicks while he most definitely did not like men. Not in that way, that is, because he was a man and he liked himself. That was beside the point, though. Anyway, Cherry could only stare in horror as Peach spoke, one of his hands covering his mouth, though not out of politeness like Peach. No, he had probably covered his mouth in order to keep from screaming. A manly scream, of course, but still a scream.

She was a he. A he! A man! A he-she! A beautiful he-she, but still a he! And he'd kissed him! And groped him! Oh my God...what the hell had he done?!

He'd swapped spit with him!

Before too long, Cherry finally broke out of his horrified trance. With a loud, miserable groan, he quickly began wiping his lips with the back of his hand, even going so far as to rub at his tongue with his opposite hand, as though in an effort to clean himself. Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew! He had another man's saliva in his mouth! They'd touched tongues! Oh Gods this was disgusting! Granted, it had felt nice at the time, but that was when he thought he was a she and sorry to say but Cherry liked girls! Sure, he may have looked kind of girly himself with his cute little cherry tattooed on his face and his shorter stature, but he most definitely did not swing that way and he had no interest whatsoever in experimenting!

"Oh God...okay..blech...look...Peach. I'm really...really sorry about this. But please...if we could, let's just...okay..." He took a deep breath, and wiped his licked hand, the one he'd swiped at his tongue with, off on his breeches before he pressed that same hand to his throbbing temples. He couldn't believe this. The guy had to be shitting him. Why hadn't he told him he was a guy! Really, that wasn't fair, because the guy was beautiful. No getting past that. And he looked and sounded like a woman! Seriously, he should come with a warning or something...which brought up another question:

How many of the "women" he'd seen out there were also really men?

His head was really starting to ache.

Flustered and blushing like mad--and the damned aphrodisiacs were not helping. Oh no, he was still horny as hell right now though the mood had been utterly shattered beyond repair--he began to pace the room, quick, brisk strides across the floor. He really was rather shook up, but hey, could you blame him?

"Okay...let's...let's start over, Peach. This...this didn't happen, alright? We just walked into this room, alright? We did not kiss.  That said...why yes, Peach, I would love to work as a bouncer here. I can handle it..." Maybe it wasn't a good idea to accept the job, but...he really was kind of desperate for a job, and cruel prank or not, he still really couldn't pass up the promise of free room and board in addition to paying work. Yeah. He'd just pretend this was a prank. Maybe it was. Maybe the guy had been testing him, or...or...okay, that wasn't working too well, he was running out of excuses. And it didn;t help that he could still feel Peach's lips on his and what was worse, he could still taste him despite his efforts to coat his tongue with the taste of salty hands. Ew. And what was even worse? Peach didn't taste bad.

Not to mention Peach was so calm about this...and still calling him sexy.

And calling him an incredible kisser.

Auuuugh...

"Yeah...thanks...um, anyway...wait, you're the manager?" Cherry suddenly blinked and looked at Peach, something the guy had said earlier finally seeming to register.

Maybe this had all just been a joke...

He could deal with jokes...

And as long as no one came onto him, he could deal with it. Heh. Come to think of it, this had kind of been his fault...he'd been the one that had kissed her--him--first, after all.

Ugh...right...forgetting that now.

[Anonymous]

Peach at first was amused by Cherry's appalled look. He never did get tired of that one...
But before long Cherry was viciously trying to whip Peach's spit from his mouth. Peach frowned. "Oh come on hun, I didn't taste that bad..." He said, pouting alittle for emphasis.
Still...it was amusing.
Good thing he was good and holding back his laughter.

"Yes?" He responded as Cherry stuttered, then laughed alittle. "Oh boy, don't be sorry..." He purred, winking. Oh no, there was nothing to be sorry about here...
He had thoroughly enjoyed all of that.
His calm ice eyes watched Cherry pace furiously back and forth, noting that the aphrodesiacs were still quite in effect...
At least the view was good.

Peach finally did laugh once he finished. "Ooooh no, that kiss definately did happen. But don't worry. I'm not one to kiss and tell." He grinned cutely at him, and then lifted himself gracefully from his bed. Who knew how many men had slept in that thing with him...
Walking...no, swaying his way up to Cherry, he held out his delicate hand. "Alright then hun, you're hired!" And he winked at the cute little Cherry just for good measure.
Well, he probably wouldn't be getting any from Cherry (drat...) but at least he could make him uncomfortable and have fun doing it.

Damn...if only he was just an underdeveloped woman...think of the men he could have then!!
Like Cherry...
Le sigh...

[Rhindeer]

Cherry stared at Peach warily as he got up and swayed his way right on over to him. "Yeah...uh...good. Let's just keep this between us, then, alright?" he finally sighed awkwardly. Not one to kiss and tell? Gods he hoped he was telling the truth there, otherwise...oh damn...if those other men were like Peach...wait, if? They were! Well, not like him, but the way they'd been looking at him, sizing him up like a slab of fresh meat before a pack of starving dogs, it was probably safe to say they also shared Peach's, uh, preferences? Or that they at least swung both ways.

...

Not that Cherry had anything against that! As long as he wasn't the one getting hit on, that is. Because he liked girls. Not guys.

He was not a girl!

In any case, the last thing he wanted was for tales about his man-kissing mishap to be spread around, because the last thing he wanted was for people to get the wrong idea about him and...think he was gay. That would be bad. Not that he couldn't fend for himself--he was tougher than he looked--but he didn't even want people thinking of him like that! It was just...creepy. Cherry shuddered convulsively, still feeling terribly violated at the moment (never mind that it had been he that had been coming onto, and been on top of, Peach and not the other way around--yeah, it pretty much had been his fault) he glanced down at Peach's offered hand.

...He was hired?

Just like that?

Well, he guessed after that he had earned it. Cherry blanched a little at the memory, then swallowed forcibly--stop shirking and be more manly, damnit!--and grasped Peach's hand, shaking it firmly before releasing. He guessed that's what he meant. He sure wasn't going to kiss it if that's what he had been going for.

"Alright...uh...thanks. Great. So, when do I start? And...mind showing me my room?" He really didn't want to hang around in this room much longer. The aphrodisiacs were killing him, much to his own embarassment. Hopefully there weren't any aphrodisiacs in his room, either, or else he'd explode.

...Wow, that sounded wrong.

And anyway, he had some stuff he needed to put in there, like his bag of stuff which he'd discarded just inside Peach's room. Ugh. Yuck. Hopefully he'd never wind up in this room again.

Then again, why would he?

He wouldn't. He was just doing a job and getting free room and board doing it! What more could he ask for, really? Heh, easiest job he'd ever been hired for.

It was worth it. He could get over this one-time prank.

[Anonymous]

Peach gave a surprisingly firm handshake right back, beaming all the while. Yes, Cherry was most definately perfect for the job! He would fit right in!
Reclaiming his hand, it was placed saucily on one hip.
"You start in two days hun! Your room is downstairs. Just march your little butt down there and hang a left, there's a bit blue door, you can't miss it. There will be four doors, two on each side. Yours is the second door on the left."
He placed a finger to his glossed lips and pondered, wondering if there was anything else that needed telling.
"Oh! And as for furnishings for your room. Just talk to Fiona, tell her what you want and she'll have it for you the next day. And yes, she is really a she." Peach grinned at Cherry, knowing he was going to have fun teasing the poor man about the gender of the workers here.
Some were as hard to tell as Peach himself.
"I guess the only other thing you need to know is that this is a rather high-class place. So don't mess up or you'll have to be...punished." And with that, Peach gave poor Cherry a dangerous wink.

"Now then, off with you sweetie! I've got tons of work to do. Like I said, I am the owner! If you have any questions, just ask anyone, they'll be more than happy to help you I'm sure. If not, you can come visit me up here, if I'm not too busy."
Blowing Cherry a kiss to send him off, Peach swayed his way over to a desk at the back of the room that was piled with papers at the moment.
Apparently he really did have real work to do.