Monsieur Jebediah was the best Tailor there was in Alynthi, even in all of Emarsia, some would say. The brown-haired, brown-eyed Frantian was once very skinny in his youth, only 14 when he began to sew and discover his talent for it. Now Jebediah is a 32-year-old slightly plumb gentleman with a pointed mustache and trimmed goatee, complimenting his somewhat dark sun-kissed skin. Being the greatest tailor, and most of all, 'close' tailor to the King himself gave Jebediah an advantage with his customers, leading to the side business he did free of charge. The man was quite a perverted deviant in truth, he had been from a young age.
No one dared call him an adulterer, or a sodomite as he'd caroused about with the noblest of ladies, lords, and even priests. The end was everyone who was 'serviced' by the tailor kept quiet about it to hide the scandal, and any who caught them, or word of his famed services had likely already partaken and remained quiet in self-defense. His sometimes lavish commissions brought a lavish taste to him, he even became somewhat of a drunkard, for fine wines, and often could not contain his desires, fucking his clients without care around his workshop, or if he dared, their homes. He was a practical man nonetheless, and still offered his services to the poor, and those in need of it. Blessed with a generous heart only matched by his Frantian lust.
Drinking a Hordran Red, Jebediah looked out the window of his elegant workshop with a content expression as he waited for his customer, the nervous young Lady Ellis Brayston, a debutante of the Sun's Season. He'd heard the stairs creaking as the customers found their way through the building to the delightful lounge, not bothering to move till he heard the knock on the door, stern, and quick. The tailor set down his wine as he wiped his lips, moving to the door as he opened it with a smile. "Bonne après-midi!" He said cheerfully with a grin as he looked to the two, holding back his glee as he saw Lord Christoph had accompanied his sister today, knowing he'd likely leave his 18-year-old sister alone with him as Christoph often tumbled with Jebediah in his sheets, surely seeing no harm. "Lady Ellis, as lovely as the spring flowers themselves." He added as they politely greeted him in return.
Lord Christoph gave his sister a gentle push to let her go inside as he spoke with the Tailor. "Monsieur, good day to you. My uh, dear mother, has instructed me to escort Ellis today, and tell you she wishes the waist on the gown you're making brought in more." He Replied with an attempted neutral expression as he looked the tailor up and down, noticing his hairy chest partially exposed under the strings of the rather plain tunic adorned by the man. Glancing to the tailor's worn trousers and bare feet, before quickly returning his gaze to avoid his sister noticing.
"Ahh! I shall try to make good on the good Lady's request." He said as he watched the young lord observe him, before quickly adding a question, as he moved to block Ellis' view more, though she was busy observing the displayed gown to notice. "I shall have to try to fit you in my rather, long schedule. Surely you could use the attention. Judging by your own clothes!" He said with a cocky grin as he slid his hand from the door along Christoph's thigh, resting to the crotch of his tight breeches as he pawed the man's cock through the fabric.
Christoph's cheeks went as red as beets, as his blue eyes widened, darting to his sister's direction, parting his lips having been caught off guard before closing them, gulping as he looked back to the Frantian. "Indeed- I apologize, Monsieur, I must take my leave and run an errand. I shall leave you to it." He spoke, offering a nod as he looked to his sister, her gaze turned to him at the news of his departure, he offered a nod before swiftly turning on his heels as he went for the stairs.
"Farewell, Lord Christoph," Jebediah replied as the man rushed off, closing the door as he offered a kind smile to Ellis. He pranced over to the mannequin, untying the strings of the gown as he pulled it off the display, offering it out to Ellis. "Why don't you strip and try it on behind the dividers, Chère." He said as he directed her with his eyes.
Ellis accepted her gown, looking to him as she tried speaking, though her nerves prevented any words to follow. Swiftly she offered a nod, before walking behind the screen as she undressed, glancing about as she removed her undergown, her posture turned uncomfortable as she hurried her gown on. As she changed into the gown Jebediah had loosened his tunic strings, exposing more of his chests, before unbuttoning his cuffs, to expose his arms. He then untucked his tunic from his trousers, undrawing the string as he let them hang loosely from his hips. He slicked his brown hair back, only for a few strands to fall back on his forehead again as Ellis reappeared in the floral gown.
"Perfection, dear!" He replied as he drank in her formal form, prancing back over to her as he led her to the center podium. "Let us see about bringing it in, hm?" He said as he slowly moved to her behind, letting her drink in his plump appearance. Jebediah gently caressed his soft hand on the side of her neck, smoothing down to her shoulder before resting on her back. She flinched to his touch, though calmed as he continued, tying the strings on her back of the gown. He exhaled down her neck to her front, leaving a trail of spiced wine for her to notice as he placed his hands on her hips, stepping closer to her as he turned her, slowly to observe the stitches as he rested his gaze to her front, allowing his eyes to travel north to her breasts, without the corset for her gown, she was left unsupported, and the front of her gown lose around her bosom.
Ellis, despite being calmer, had grown nervous as she was faced with him, glancing away from him as his chest came to her view. She moved her hands together in front of her. She had accidentally grazed his stomach, causing her to push her hands closer to herself, blinking as she desperately tried to calm herself. Her soul leapt out of her as he placed his hand overtops both of hers, moving her gaze back she quietly gulped as she was met by his kind smile.
"I'll have to observe the stitches beneath to bring them in more, Chère." He explained as she moved her hands to her side, though cutting off his intentions as she made a protest.
"Oh- wait! You cannot, I am- I.." She began as she grew flustered at sharing the notion with a man, her nerves coming back in full as she leaned her torso back. "I haven't anything under.." She admitted in shame.
"Ah.." Jebediah said simply as he gave her a simple nod, having already figured she'd be. "It is all right Lady Ellis, It is part of my job, you see. It is the same with all ladies, even your Mama!" He began as he placed his hands on her arms to assure her. "You need not worry, my only interest is in your comfort."
"R-Right, Apologies, you, may proceed." She struggled out. Her nerves were joined by a warmth that began to fill her stomach. Her interest grew as he slowly lowered himself, beginning to move her skirt as she looked away again, out the window as she observed the city. She clenched the bottoms of her skirt when he brought it up for her to hold, waiting for it to be over as she felt heat rising between her legs. Her heart was beating like a hummingbird as she tried to control her improper idea's with the Tailor, it was unprofessional after all.
Hungrily the tailor gazed up her legs, noticing the trimmed bush of hair between the young debutante's legs. He carefully moved his hands to her hips as he hooked his thumbs under the waistline, stretching it as he pretended to observe the stitches. Ellis shivered as she felt his warm, wine-stained breath on her womanhood, releasing a bunched bundle of her skirt as she brought a hand to her chest briefly. Jebediah saw how much her legs were shaking and moved his head out from under her skirts as he trailed his hands lower down her waist. "You're so uncomfortable, Chère. I must ensure you're comfortable in this gown, can I assist you." He asked with an innocent gaze to her burning face.
Ellis met his gaze as she sighed out. "I'm sorry- yes, I'll try to calm, myself." She spat out in a shaky tone, letting go of her skirts which pooled around his arms as she rested her hands on her stomach.
Jebediah smiled enough to make his pointed stash move about. "It is ok, L'amour. This happens to all my patrons... You just need to get used to me, I know what will work." He cooed, caressing her thigh with his thumb, before ducking back under her skirts. Carefully urging her legs further apart, he rested his right hand next to her cunt as he gently rubbed around the edges of her fold, trying to calm her before he went further. Ellis was taken by surprise at how he intended to calm her, coaxing a moan as her glistening cunt was being massaged, admittedly, she was beginning to calm.
The moan gave the tailor further incentive to continue, as he drew a line down her womanhood, moving his finger to his lips as he sampled the debutante's refined juices. Lust crossing his eyes as he moved his face to her cunt, tickling her with his mustache as he lapped his tongue across her entrance.
"God- no- ohh.." Ellis stammered as she panted, the tickling sensation mixed with the man's big tongue was clouding her mind, as the young girl felt her troubled nerves begin to depart from her. Her legs began to shake, fortunately, the monsieur had brought his hands around her cheeks to support her, kneading the perfect mounds in his hands, as he savored the taste of her.