Pairing: Scarlett, Giselle and Jack Sparrow
Word Count: 361
Prompt: Gold
A Man of His Word
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"Jack," she whined insatiably. "You promised!"
He smiled wickedly, letting his arms dance freely around the waists and thighs of both of the voluptuous wenches on his lap, trying to equalize his attention between the pair. He turned his attention to his left, studying Scarlett's pronounced jaw line under diffused candlelight; her forehead rested delicately within the crook of his neck, eagerly inhaling the supple aroma of salty sweat, letting her amber hair trickle down his beautifully defined shoulder blade.
He felt a pair of soft lips caress his ear with warmth; another hungry, wet tongue yearned for pleasurable attention. He promptly turned his attention to Giselle's piercing blue eyes and buttery pale skin. Biting her bottom lip roughly, he growled tenderly through his teeth, feeling her quiver from his passionate touch. He gingerly twirled her soft blonde locks between his fingers, curling it down beyond her neckline.
Both women were adorned with tightly tied corsets that pushed their petite breasts up as high as it could manage, creating the seductive hourglass silhouette that all men seemed to adore. Their long, tattered skirts tumbled down to the floor, lips painted ruby red, small eyes outlined in thick kohl as to appear larger and more defined. It was a well devised plan to lure unsuspecting customers into their beds, earning another nights pay for another man's pleasure.
Skillful hands slithered in and out of his torn linen shirt, exploring familiarly uncharted territories of hot roughish skin while their fingers artfully traced the contours of his waistline in the effort to loosen his large belts.
"Jack," Giselle whined once more. "You said you'd take us for a ride on your ship!" she protested, resting her hand on her hip, refusing to finish the task.
"Of course, darling! How could I possibly forget?" he began, shifting his gaze between the two. "I am a man of my word, you know," he whispered delicately in her ear, his tone smoother than the finest Venetian velvet.
"Trust me, tarts. You won't be disappointed with my vessel for it is truly a magnificent sight," he smiled, emanating a distinct golden glimmer that mirrored the brightest of stars in the darkness of night.