Almost everyone. Some are jealous of me. [ some easy flattery, along with a big, bright grin that doesn’t suit the character she’s supposed to be playing at all. there’s a few reasons penny could never work in a club for real; this sort of two-faced stuff has never been her strong suit. when she’s spider-girl, she’s got the benefit of a mask; she doesn’t need to work to steel her emotions and face. even here, when she’s just with her girlfriend, she can’t distance herself - another lap to sit on, especially if it’s a stranger? not a chance.
also, she likes getting touched. at least, she likes sansa touching her a lot. enough that she nearly purrs when sansa squeezes her ass, when she traces her thumb along the waistline of penny’s thong. ] Mm. [ she ducks her head down, planting a kiss on sansa’s jawline. yeah, she’s pretty sure an actual dancer wouldn’t be doing this either. penny reaches up, cupping the back of sansa's neck, lacing her fingers. ]
[ ah, how sweet she is to play along. maybe it's not quite her forte, but she's still doing her best, and sansa appreciates that. though mostly, she just appreciates the sight of penny in her underwear, grinding and swaying and working her hips more eagerly than she might give herself credit for. ]
Oh, a few. [ she skims her fingers lightly over her hips, before bringing one up to grab just a delicate handful of breast and squeezing. that would certainly not be allowed, but sansa is also perhaps rich enough to get away with it anyway if she really wanted to. she leans in closer herself, kissing penny's cheek, her ear, voice low and silky. ] Like how I'd love to show everyone just how jealous they should be by making you come in my lap right here, right now. At least before I take you back to my place.
[ penny never gave much thought to acting out a fantasy like this: a gorgeous woman in an equally gorgeous suit underneath her, stiff bills itching against her flesh, grinding like she needs it to pay rent. but sansa’s got a way of being particularly convincing, especially when she has that smug, aloof smile she likes so much. besides, it’s fun to play somebody else now and then.
she sighs as sansa moves to squeeze her breast, her hand warm over the barely-there fabric of the string top. she loves how sansa moves and touches her - deliberate, self-assured, confident. and of course she shivers, in part due to the heat starting to grow between her legs, in part due to sansa’s breath hot in her ear, and in part due to the biting sting of air conditioning on her practically-naked body. already, she’s starting to get a bit sweaty. ]
Bet you’ve got a nice place. Maybe some champagne we can share.
[ at least she seems to be enjoying it. enough, enough for sansa to get what she wants, certainly - and really, when she has penny stripped down to her lingerie or even less, she's always going to enjoy herself. as she does now, when penny trembles a little, when she lets out a little noise of pleasure. her fingers, stronger than they look for how delicate, elegant she is, knead down slowly, savoring that softness. ]
Oh, opulent, I believe is the word. [ she kisses over penny's ear, tweaking her rapidly stiffening nipple where it peaks through the fabric of her bra. another benefit to the air conditioning, that, even though she's sure it's more than just the cold. ] Maybe we could have a drink. Who knows? Maybe I could even pour it down your tits and lick it off that way.
[ ah, and how filthy it sounds when she's so blunt and sexual on that crisp accent of hers. ]
[ another snort - this time, from the idea of describing sansa’s apartment as opulent. because - well, yes, that is the word to describe it. pretending to be somebody she’s not is one thing (she’s got experience with spider-girl!), but pretending to be somewhere else entirely - it’s just a little silly.
but it’s only a quick break, because then sansa is feeling her up more - more possessive, more intently. penny laughs, sighing into sansa’s lips as she tilts her head down. ] Sounds like fun. [ sure, it does - she’s had champagne with her girlfriend before. and she’s had champagne poured on her by her girlfriend before, too.
she presses her lips against sansa’s - a quick, teasing little kiss. ] You want me here? Uh - I mean, you want me here, Daddy?
[ honestly, sansa can't really complain if she doesn't quite stay in character. it's not a serious game, and the important thing is how penny gyrates her hips, bounces her breasts, looks so pretty with that impromptu lapdance.
sansa will have her fun regardless.
she grins a little wider as penny leans in, nipping at her bottom lip. ] I want you everywhere, baby. Isn't that what you want, too? [ her hand curves between penny's thighs, cupping over her cunt and giving that a possessive squeeze, too. ] Feels like you're heating up already for me.
Yeah. [ there’s another nod, a bit of laughter tugging at her lips. playing the part of a club dancer might be a little tricky, but being breathlessly turned on by sansa - well, that’s very, very easy. especially with how direct sansa is, how possessive, with one hand slipping down to cup at penny’s warm, barely-covered pussy.
she squeaks, which gives way to a breathy moan, as sansa’s palm rubs against her. ] I do - I am. [ sansa’s other hand comes down on her ass - and again, and again - and penny gets the message. she bounces more, writhing and twerking in sansa’s lap, humping her girlfriend’ssugar daddy’s hand.
there’s only one thing that’ll make this more debauched, and penny knows just what sansa will love: ]
I want - [ she tosses her hair back, staring at sansa right in the eye as she continues to grind. ] - More fucking money.
[ sometimes, she does need just a little bit of encouragement. a hard smack or three to that perfectly rounded ass seems to get the point across, and sansa digs in her fingers a little more as penny ruts down against them. good girl.
though she does smirk just a little wider at those particular words.
it's her turn to reach up for that dark fall of hair, to knot her fingers in it and tug, forcing her to arch her throat. a throat that sansa happily runs her tongue across in a slow lick, before biting down at the pulse point just below her jaw. ]
Then you're going to have to earn it, you greedy little minx, [ she purrs on her most sinful voice. ] And I wonder. Should I make you do that by eating my cunt, or riding my strap until your legs give out?
[ bingo. sansa can be hard to read, and penny’s worked to get past that perfect poise and rehearsed marble facade. a smirk from her might as well be a full-faced grin from somebody else. penny lets herself have a moment of satisfaction - which lasts about as long as it takes before sansa pushes deeper against her cunt, before she reaches up with her other hand to grab penny’s hair -
and god, has she learned how much she loves that. ]
I’m earning it already, aren’t I? [ her voice tremors as sansa scrapes her teeth against penny’s neck. her entire body rocks, thighs tightening around sansa’s waist. she can smell herself, damp against the scant fabric of her thong, damp against the sharp, pricier-than-a-mortage fabric of sansa’s suit. ] I’ll do whatever you want - [ she slides a hand down her own flank and hip, drawing daddy’s gaze. plucks one of those dollar bills out of her waistband and slides it between her breast and her bra. ] Just keep the bennies coming.
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Date: 2025-04-09 04:22 am (UTC)also, she likes getting touched. at least, she likes sansa touching her a lot. enough that she nearly purrs when sansa squeezes her ass, when she traces her thumb along the waistline of penny’s thong. ] Mm. [ she ducks her head down, planting a kiss on sansa’s jawline. yeah, she’s pretty sure an actual dancer wouldn’t be doing this either. penny reaches up, cupping the back of sansa's neck, lacing her fingers. ]
You got any ideas?
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:52 am (UTC)Oh, a few. [ she skims her fingers lightly over her hips, before bringing one up to grab just a delicate handful of breast and squeezing. that would certainly not be allowed, but sansa is also perhaps rich enough to get away with it anyway if she really wanted to. she leans in closer herself, kissing penny's cheek, her ear, voice low and silky. ] Like how I'd love to show everyone just how jealous they should be by making you come in my lap right here, right now. At least before I take you back to my place.
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Date: 2025-04-11 01:39 am (UTC)she sighs as sansa moves to squeeze her breast, her hand warm over the barely-there fabric of the string top. she loves how sansa moves and touches her - deliberate, self-assured, confident. and of course she shivers, in part due to the heat starting to grow between her legs, in part due to sansa’s breath hot in her ear, and in part due to the biting sting of air conditioning on her practically-naked body. already, she’s starting to get a bit sweaty. ]
Bet you’ve got a nice place. Maybe some champagne we can share.
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Date: 2025-04-15 09:32 am (UTC)Oh, opulent, I believe is the word. [ she kisses over penny's ear, tweaking her rapidly stiffening nipple where it peaks through the fabric of her bra. another benefit to the air conditioning, that, even though she's sure it's more than just the cold. ] Maybe we could have a drink. Who knows? Maybe I could even pour it down your tits and lick it off that way.
[ ah, and how filthy it sounds when she's so blunt and sexual on that crisp accent of hers. ]
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Date: 2025-04-17 03:53 am (UTC)but it’s only a quick break, because then sansa is feeling her up more - more possessive, more intently. penny laughs, sighing into sansa’s lips as she tilts her head down. ] Sounds like fun. [ sure, it does - she’s had champagne with her girlfriend before. and she’s had champagne poured on her by her girlfriend before, too.
she presses her lips against sansa’s - a quick, teasing little kiss. ] You want me here? Uh - I mean, you want me here, Daddy?
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Date: 2025-04-30 04:51 am (UTC)sansa will have her fun regardless.
she grins a little wider as penny leans in, nipping at her bottom lip. ] I want you everywhere, baby. Isn't that what you want, too? [ her hand curves between penny's thighs, cupping over her cunt and giving that a possessive squeeze, too. ] Feels like you're heating up already for me.
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Date: 2025-04-30 09:59 pm (UTC)she squeaks, which gives way to a breathy moan, as sansa’s palm rubs against her. ] I do - I am. [ sansa’s other hand comes down on her ass - and again, and again - and penny gets the message. she bounces more, writhing and twerking in sansa’s lap, humping her
girlfriend’ssugar daddy’s hand.there’s only one thing that’ll make this more debauched, and penny knows just what sansa will love: ]
I want - [ she tosses her hair back, staring at sansa right in the eye as she continues to grind. ] - More fucking money.
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Date: 2025-05-01 02:13 am (UTC)though she does smirk just a little wider at those particular words.
it's her turn to reach up for that dark fall of hair, to knot her fingers in it and tug, forcing her to arch her throat. a throat that sansa happily runs her tongue across in a slow lick, before biting down at the pulse point just below her jaw. ]
Then you're going to have to earn it, you greedy little minx, [ she purrs on her most sinful voice. ] And I wonder. Should I make you do that by eating my cunt, or riding my strap until your legs give out?
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Date: 2025-05-01 03:08 am (UTC)and god, has she learned how much she loves that. ]
I’m earning it already, aren’t I? [ her voice tremors as sansa scrapes her teeth against penny’s neck. her entire body rocks, thighs tightening around sansa’s waist. she can smell herself, damp against the scant fabric of her thong, damp against the sharp, pricier-than-a-mortage fabric of sansa’s suit. ] I’ll do whatever you want - [ she slides a hand down her own flank and hip, drawing daddy’s gaze. plucks one of those dollar bills out of her waistband and slides it between her breast and her bra. ] Just keep the bennies coming.