Death Club Diary – Session Seven “Serenity of discord” (Part Two)

October 06, 2012 05:37AM

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CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was wasting no time unpacking the Budweisers into the fridges, as Maggie was charming the regulars, her irish accent a big hit, not to mention her red hair. Something about women with red hair, that can attract a man. Some say its cause they are not actually descended from apes, but from felines. Yeah, that explains it. She is going to be the new feral bitch of the club. Wasn’t there enough prima donas at this bar anyways? Dixie had a lot…a lot on her mind. First up, having fallen head over heals with the delectable Demetrios, she had to keep close to her chest, the fact that he did own the club. That alone carried a huge weight of responsiblity, and then there was the whole, employee slash boss relationship. How many rules were they breaking by that alone? Dixie really loved working at the club. It was a second home, but so much of late, that home had been under threat. From the media, and then of course the shady character that raped Helena in the bathroom at the hospital loo. Why…why was everyone fighting in toliets these days? And the girls ones too. Was it the soap? Lack of toot paper? ~clink clink~ The last of the bottles went in the fridge and Dixie slammed the door, but only to turn and come face to chest with Maggie. Yes, Maggie was a whopping 6’4″ and she was wearing heels, that just added insult to injury. Maggie was beaming, hands on hips, staring down with enormous green eyes and that frizzle mop of hair she had in the reddest red. Dixie, was not impressed, and Maggie could pick up on it. “What’s the matter, lass, you look like you are about to shift a horny toad with that pout? What can ol’ Maggie do to ya? Am I really that rotten, that ye be gandering at me like that?” Dixie snorted and the turned her head back out onto the floor. Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a softer approach. “Ya missing ya horse…the one with the big knockers, amiright?” Dixie picked up a plate of nuts and then practically hurled them along the bartop, just as a customer caught them and yelled out, “Thank Dix!”- Dixie started to serve another customer, as Maggie slumped her shoulders. “I don’t wan’ to bring you no hames, lass, just trying to fit in is all.” Dixie glared back over her shoulder at the lofty Irish girl and then frowned. “Look, Rocky is not a horse, and yes she had big…knockers as you call them, but right now, I rather you just get on with your job, serve the customes, and keep a good five feet away from me.” Maggie took two steps to the right and then turned away, cheerfully attending to a business man who had a large wet patch at the front of his pants. “Ah, you got a pretty savage stain there, right manky…what kind of scoops can I get ya?”- Again, Dix sighed outwardly. Maggie needed to come with a set of instructions, in particular, how to understand her. But when you need a hero, one it seems always makes his appearance and right on cue. Demetrios had made his way through the crush, and sat himself down, looking and leaning towards Dixie, who sprang up on tipetoes, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Ello handsome, grey goose, coming up. BIG GLASS.” -yes she knew his drink and went to fix it for him straight away, no longer caring about Maggie or anything else. The night, had just got a whole lot better. :: Corsica and Candice got in without even having been asked for ID, and instantly as they were hit by the wall of sound, the strobe lights, the stink of sex and cages filled with naked women, being pawed at by hungry business men with huge bulges, Corsica rubbed her hands together. She was actually salivating and already spotted some strapping woman behind the bar. A tall red head with huge lips. “Oh yes….I want some Irish cream. Candice….come.’ she ordered, and sashayed through the throng. <3>

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Captain277: *Candice slipped into the dark haze of the Deathclub, and at once was overwhelmed by the experience. Unlike Corsica, Candice had never really been to a proper nightclub before. Sure, she loved to party as much as the next girl, but her experience usually only went so far as a moderate get-together at a friend’s house when their parents were out, and maybe the occasional “rave” that would pass through their town on occasion. Stood, as she was, in the midst of clouds of artificial fog as laser beams and spotlights traced indiscriminate lines over her body, Candice realized that the “raves” she had been to were little more than cheap imitations, trying very hard to be the real thing, and overcharging for entry to try and cover up just how pathetic they were. Candice knew she could get into quite a bit of trouble in this kind of environment, and that gave her no small thrill. Her eyes danced hungrily over caged women, dancing in various states of undress to the strong bass music that filled the air like the angry voice of God. She couldn’t blame the men for flocking to the captured birds; the Deathclub obviously spared no expense in employing the most alluring women in the city. Hell, probably even the country, now that Candice thought about it. The crowd bustled around her and her sister, and while the duo received their fair share of looks, they were more than likely as faceless and distant as the masses of dancing, partying people seemed to Candice. It was a room full of aliens, enjoying debauchery through anonymity. Her head snapped sharply to the side as Corsica called out to her, already a good distance away in the crowd, apparently heading for the bar. Candice’s hand reached for the choker fastened around her neck, her PVC-encased fingers playing with the small black gem that dangled from the collar. Pushing her way apologetically through the crowd, Candice made her way to the bar, arriving just a few seconds behind Corsica. Seating herself without incident on the stool beside her sister, Candice waited to see if Corsica would be ordering drinks, and if she would be allowed to have any.

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*LuciL: Meanwhile at around 12:30am…”Watashi wa totemo okurete iru!/I’m so late!” A Japanese female’s voice screamed and echoed down the hallway of the Savoy apartments. Rushing to her room, still shoving the change from the taxi into her Goku purse Miho was panicking while checking the time on her iphone. Mr Jin DID grant her an early finish but unfortunately his lazy slut of a daughter Cheng-Li had arrived and had caused all sorts of issues between Miho and the returning customers. Miho had to stay back to make sure the same customers would return despite Cheng-Li’s desire to make the Japanese woman look like a fool of herself. Next time she worked and IF Cheng-Li dared to enter her family’s restaurant again, Miho would make sure that the daughter never crossed her path again, even if she had to teach the little whore a thing or two, with her fists. Unlocking the door of her apartment, Miho turned left into her bedroom and tossed her bag onto the unmade bed, literally tearing off her work clothes and apron, Miho kicked off her sneakers grabbing a pair of underwear from the first drawer and ran into the shower. The shower was quick and no dilly dallying as she hummed “Hurricane Venus” by BoA as she washed down all the sweat and grime from working in the Chinese restaurant. Soon she was finished and grabbed her Sailor Moon towel from the rack and dried herself down, her make-up was already laid out over the vanity and she quickly scented her neck and wrists with a cherry blossom smelling perfume, something she had brought from back home in Japan and a perfume that could not be found anywhere in Prague, she had not checked the Duty free shops yet though. Still humming the song that was pumping through her head, Miho applied her make-up including that startling blue mascara, giggling to herself Miho tilted her head as she picked up the contact packet and slipped on the pale blue contact lenses onto her dark eyes. Sabina had never met the girl wearing her different contact lenses, Miho had pondered between the blue or the cat-style eyes but decided to wear this and not freak out her poor friend. She was already excited to see Sabina’s reaction when she showed up in the club with her crazy three times dyed hair, the pale blue eyes were just the final touch to her first night in the Deathclub. Stepping out of the ensuite bathroom and into the bedroom, Miho’s humming became singing as she turned on her ipod nano into the speakers and the same song came through, BoA’s voice singing throughout the apartment as Miho sung back already snug in her underwear and changing into the black fake latex pants that clutched onto her slender legs and exposed the sides of her thighs and calves with an intricate lacy pattern. Dropping over her push-up bra was a glittery pink halter top that wrapped around her neck and exposed her porcelain back. Brushing out her blonde, mahogany and violet hair, Miho grabbed the black Hello kitty hat and swung it back to front on top of her head as well as black armwarmers that wrapped around her forearrms. Her three diamond piercings in the centre of her collarbone sparkling under the bedroom lights. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Miho pushed her feet into her grey calf sneakers that were sprayed with neon paint. Tying up the neon blue laces tightly, Miho jumped up and turned off her music, today she would need her earphones she would adapt and adjust to the music. Sabina had told her it wasn’t all dance music there was cyberpunk and heavy metal it was not like the usual clubs Miho had gone to back home, but Miho brushed it off “Nandemonai…er don’t worry, I’ll adapt to this new sound” True the only metal-ish sound that she heard of was the famous band Gackt and still she enjoyed their tunes. Tucking her id and at least half her pay check into a zipped pocket within her pink top, Miho bounced out of her apartment and down the stairs hailing a taxi that was passing by “To the Deathclub please”. Ten minutes later, the taxi pulled up into the alleyway and Miho paid the driver, her pale blue eyes staring at the large que waiting to come in “Ah! Sabina-san did not tell me about a que” Now Miho was usually patient having learnt that in her martial arts classes but sometimes, her bad habit of impatience came through especially when she was itching to go into an awesome dance club. Quickly lining up, she folded her arms and waited, mumbling something incoherent at the attire of the women in front of her, why was it always like this? The women attended all trashy but the men were in crisp shirts and dress pants or designer jeans. Miho never understood this at the western clubs. As Miho was mentally judging the skanky attire of the women lining up to go inside, in front of her was another Japanese girl, shorter than her and definitely younger dressed in light pink, off the shoulder blouse over her white miniskirt.

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Carrendar: Slowly, the Russian (Russian? They looked Russian..) Anyway, the huge scary looking dudes gaurding the doors began letting people in, the line sprinkling down till it was she whom was next. In the line she had already had a few young bucks looking for a good time find her and ask for a drink or two with her, in which she, in Iggys way, told them to piss off. And how exactly did she do that? Simple. She turned to them, gave them a evil look, and stuck them the bird. They got the picture real quickly, and moved on to other single girls in the crowd. By the time it was her turn to enter DC, the woman had already pulled her ID out, ready for inspection by the two hunks. She made eye contact, and didn’t show off herself like the other girls did, but smiled politely and kept herself in tact. Iggy snaped her head to the left a little to brush her bangs out of her eye, speaking softly and calmly to the gentlemen in front of her, giving them a quick wink. “Evening, g-gents.” She said, presenting them with the ID, holding it out to them face up if the needed to grab it for a better look. She waited patiently for them to decide if they want to let her in or not, though she kept glancing at the doors, like a dog waiting for its command to continue. She stood up straight, running a right hand down her hour glass frame to fix her dress, keeping her smile plain as day. Behind her the crowd was getting a little restless, the excitement growing. Igniatus glanced back at the crowd, then back to the gaurds. “I hopes z’you gents d-d-do not c-consider me s’a t-troublez makers, ja?” She giggled, sticking a thumb over her right shoulder. “S’not z’like ‘deys crrazies.” Should they allow her in, she would bid them thanks and return her ID to her purse and make a bee line to the bar, twisting her body to the beat of the music as she pushed her way through the crowd, eyeing the sexy men and woman here like desserts, snagging a seat at the bar and plopping her purse on the counter. When the bartender arrives, whether it be the Aussie, or the Irish girl (didn’t matter, they were both fine as hell and didn’t mind attention from either or) she would smile again and wave lightly at her. “Er.. V-v-v-vodka on ‘de r-rocks, p-please.” A good way to get a little guts to dance and go nuts, ja? Drink yourself senseless. Igniatus scanned the place for someone to dance with, the excitement wearing off to becoming.. Nervous. Aye, she was nervous. For one, her speech problem. Two.. Well.. See, Iggy does enjoy a party. But she goes through little.. Bumps. Where she goes no where. Absolutely no where. DC was the first place she’s gone to publicly in.. Seven months. She was rusty. In Prague, you could be a fucking loony, but only to certain people. You can’t just walk up to some hot guy or girl and start grinding against them. There was modesty.. Eh, fuck modesty! Make it or freaking break it. Gah, emotions running rampid! She was nervous, but she also was feeling very.. Aroused. All this.. Erotic shit going on, and she fucking loved it. She revealed in it. She wanted more, to the point she could nearly taste the sweet candy that was sure to be dripping from some of these lads around here. As she waited for her drink, she sunk down a little, glancing over to the HUGE man that she had seen at the doors, and smiled gently before ducking her head away, shifting her eyes around for a possible acquaintance  God, talk about sticking out like a sore thumb! True, a lot of guys in Prague were tall. But this guy. Was fucking TALL. Kinda intimidating, no? Iggy rested her head on her hand, her elbow propped up on the counter facing away from the giant, pulling her phone out real quick and checking her messages. Hadn’t even been a hour yet and Benjamin was already texting to see if she was alright. She promptly ignored him, tossing the phone back in her purse and looked around, the flashing lights and smoke machines like no club she’s ever been to before. A new experience for many here at DC, eh? As she peopled watched, Iggy noticed two.. Very interesting looking characters. Twins at that. She watched them curiously as they swayed in the club, and she smirked at this, in awe of their.. Their rebel like attitude. She even noticed the dude in.. Shorts? The fuck? Er… Okay then. So um.. Lots of interesting folk here. Should be a interesting night. She swung herself around to face the bar completely, smiling warmly to a business man who sat next to her, whom winked at her and licked his lips, making Iggy giggle and blush slightly.

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HoshiBlack: – It seemed to take forever to for Chise to be the next person in line. Pulling her ID out of her bra, slightly bowed and smiled at the very intimidating men at the door. They seemed like giants compared to her standing barely at 5 foot 2. She waited nervously as they seem too take few moments to look her ID over thoroughly. “Barely 18 I see,” one giant said to her causing her to blush lightly. “Yes, sir.” She replied so softly it was almost impossible to hear her over the music coming from inside. Walking slowly inside after they returned her ID and wished her a good time, she couldn’t help but have her jaw drop at the massive erotic nature of the place. “Oh my, it is a Host bar!” she exclaimed. “I hope Sabrina is around here somewhere.” Speaking to herself as she walked around the club looking for the only person she knew. She had never been in a place like this before, everywhere she looked caused her to blush intensely. Everyone seemed to be quite comfortable with their sexuality and she secretly wished she could be that open. Not seeing Sabrina anywhere, Chise made her way towards the bar sitting quietly at the far end by herself. She waited for one of the very attractive bartenders to come her way. Maybe they knew Sabrina and could tell her where to find her new friend. At the very least good get her some sake to calm her nerves.

 

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LadyBelz: –About two hours after the club opened, the DJ eased down the music, grabbing up the microphone, wincing a bit as a small whine of feedback echoed through the club. “Apologies for that…Ladies and Gentlemen of Deathclub…We want to thank you for coming out tonight…If we can all grab a glass and raise high in salute to our gal, Inga. All of us at DC appreciate the well-wishes for her speedy recovery…To Inga.” As one, everyone raised their glass and shouted: “TO INGA!” The DJ set down his own drink and came back on the mic. “And now, as a special treat for you, may I direct your attention to the stairs, as Death club’s own starlet, Ms Mia, prepares to tantalize your minds and tease your senses…” He flipped a few switches and as the opening notes of Annie Lennox’s “Cold”  began to play, a spotlight pointed to the top of the stairs, bathing a Mia in its faint white light. She was wearing a see-through black shift that was open in front and long in the back, her feet encased in white go-go boots. Her midnight black hair gleamed like dark water in the light, giving her an ethereal look. Her arms were up and crossed at the wrist, hiding her face from view. The music began to pick up in tempo and her arms moved outward, like a newly born butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Her green eyes opened wide, stunningly bright in their intensity. She extended her arms out in front, as if reaching for something she could not have, before drawing them back toward her curved body, head dipping low to use her hair as a curtain to hide her face. Returning her arms to her side, and her body back into an upright position, she took a single motion forward, placing one booted foot on the next step down, turning sideways to expose one muscled thigh to her captivated audience. Reaching out once again, she dropped low, grinding the hell of one boot into her ass, and adding a little grinding motion as she smoothed her hands over the cups of her bra, her already sensitive nipples from her earlier administrations hardening once again at the attention. 30 seconds into the song, she ripped off her shift and tossed it behind her, revealing the matching see-through bra and thong that encased her gorgeous body to every eye who cared to look, the tips of her areola just visible over the top edge of the bra cups. She slowly began moving down the rest of the stairs, using the railing whenever possible as a prop, showing off a liquid fluidity to her movements that some compared to a mermaid slicing through water.-

 

 

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iShatteredSanity: -Life had begun to fill in the club. Nothing seemed to remind anyone of what had happened just a few days ago when Inga was slashed by that bitch that went by the name Lucy. While one would expect the morale to be low, all the staff did their best not to let anyone know that; the show had to go on after all. On his corner and after getting a sift kiss from Dix’s lips, Demetrios looked at the crowd that had begun dancing and swaying their bodies in the music. Everyone was a pro, from the bartenders to the dancers and to the bouncers. But he focused back on his adorable one, Dix. She was his port to anchor his ship, his final destination, his serenity of the discord. He looked at her while she poured him his drink and smiled at her the whole time, even when she brought it for him.- [Demetrios.] “Thank you babygirl.” –He said and had a sip of his drink, licking his lips afterwards and winking at Dix. He knew that she was busy, so he did not wish to disturb her at all and decided to look around. The redhead Irish though made him wonder if she was there to work or to piss others off. Taking out his cellphone he typed a message and sent it to Helena. The message read “Watch her carefully.” That was a message that Helena saw on one of the monitors and she sent back a reply that read “Noted.”. And with that, Demetrios put the device back in his pocket, looking around. So far, so good. But they said that there is a silence before the storm. And the storm finally came. It came in the form of a tanned beauty with long black hair that made everyone’s jaw drop on the floor, caused immense drooling, massive hard ons and a few ejaculations; all of that just by watching. As for the women, some of them looked at Mia as she performed her show, others got aroused while others just ignored her. But damn, that was some show. The man in the weird attire was staring at Mia, admiring the beauty of that woman, but she was not his type; but he had to admit, she did give him a hard boner. Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, the man in the weird attire headed at the bar where he sat on an empty stool after making sure that it was clean and did not shimmer from any fluids. He then looked at the black haired beauty with the pale skin. Yahoo, that was it. She was his type of woman. As for the other one, well, she was alright. Though once he noticed the man with the tattooed face, the many piercings and the dogtags on his neck, he realized that there was something going on. Laughing to himself he later shook his head. “Well, I guess that I was not so lucky”, he thought and looked at her once again.- [Man.] “Ano, one Corona with lime please.” –The man’s accent had a hint of Japanese but also something else, another accent that was met a lot in the Mediterranean countries like Greece. And it was when he ordered his drink when he realized that he was sitting right next to a woman with shaved head, dressed in a rather slutty attire, and right next to her was another copy of hers, still dressed in the same manner but a different color. Hmmm, ying-yang, he thought and shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the bartender and then at the man, focusing on his dogtags. Since he was only a few feet away he could see the letters on them; Greek. His eyes narrowed a bit and he looked at the man again who looked at him.- [Demetrios.] “Can I help you bro?” –Demetrios always spoke in a Greek accent, and when the man heard Demetrios speak, he smiled and replied.- [Man.] “Opoia petra ki an sikoseis, enan Ellina tha vreis apo kato. (translation: No matter what rock you may lift, you will find an Greek underneath it.).” –Demetrios looked at the man and tilted his head to the side.- [Demetrios] “You Greek too? This calls for celebration. Dix?” –He looked at Dix and smiled softly.- “Can you please bring us 4 rounds of tequila shots?” –He said and looked at the man. The man looked back at Demetrios and extended his arm.- [Alexandros.] “Name’s Alexandros, Alexandros Moschos. Pleasure to make you’re an acquaintance—” –Alexandros made a pause and looked at the dogtags of Demetrios, his eyes widening as he looked back at him.- “YOU! Re malaka? Den to pistevo. Dimitri? (translation: You asshole? I can’t believe it. Demitri?).” –Alexandros shouted and Demetrios looked back at him.- [Demetrios] “You gotta be fucking kidding me! How the fuck did you end up here?” –Demetrios said and pulled Alexandros in an embrace, each one of them hitting each other’s back. || Meanwhile outside, the group of the men in suits that were previously waiting, they finally made a move with the white haired man leading the way. Ivan looked at Nikolai and they both nodded to each other, knowing who that person was.- [Ivan.] “He is here. We shall proceed as planned.” –Ivan said through the radio communication. Helena heard that message and nodded, looking at Anna while shaking.- [Helena] “It’s showtime Anna.” –Helena said. Back outside. The man who led the way was none other but Viktor, the ex abuser off Helena. He did not bother to flash any ID, he merely shot a glare at Ivan and Nikolai who merely shrugged their shoulders and let them all in. Once the last person was in, Ivan spoke again on the communication.- [Ivan.] “They are in, 10 of them including Viktor.” –That was what was said while another message was sent to Demetrios’ cellphone that read “Showtime.”-

 

 

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CharlotteCarrendar: – And so it would commence, with Dixie and the new girl Maggie Malone, to kick it off behind the bar, but there was a new face that emerged from the store room, and he was big, and I mean, BIG. Austrian, built like a sherman tank, and blonde, oh so blonde. He was wearing a fish net top, and his rippling muscles underneath it sent any woman’s heart a flutter. Well, almost any woman. “You have GOT to be kidding me? Who ordered the Swiss cheese?” Maggie fell back and clasped her hand over her bosom. “Stall the Ball, if I am not the luckiest Jammy this side of Dublin.”- The jolly blonde giant set down a crate of beer and then started to flex his muscles. “I am Nikolas….but you ladies…call me Nick…the Dick.” Both women’s eyes suddenly lowered to his incredibly long bulge, that went down his left jean leg all the way to his knee. “Oh..” Dixie started to say..”MY..GOD!” Maggie let rip and then applauded. “I have no idea who does the hiring, I just want to say…AYE..AYE and I want to see hape of ‘im behind the bar. He’s so big it ain’t gas.” This was turning into a bit of a circus behind the bar, and people were now having to shout there orders, as the girl’s composed themselves. “Right…what…what was I doing?…Oh yeah Grey Goose.” -she went off to make another as Maggie saw the bald Twins make their way to the bar and take a seat. “This just keeps getting grand..I say…what a scatter this lot are.” – Corsica stood, or rather leaned on the back with one hand reaching for the back of Candice’s neck and stroking it as she spoke. “JD, ice, just two for now.” she placed her order with Maggie, who went off to make it and kept staring at Corsica who was checking out Dixie as well. Corsica leaned over to Candice and casually bit her ear lobe, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it, as Dixie turned around and then caught sight of the twins, starting to make out at the bar. “And I thought Inga and I were bad….sheesh. God I miss her.” Out of the din, a girl’s voice was heard, trying to get her order through. “Er.. V-v-v-vodka on ‘de r-rocks, p-please.” A good way to get a little guts to dance and go nuts, ja? Maggie was on it right away and poured the vodka over the crushed ice in a crystal glass, setting it down in front of her before taking the euros. “You will have to speak up, Lass!”- she shouted back, the sound from the speakers getting louder, the earth shaking thud was passing through one’s chest. Every so often, Dixie would pass Demetrios, usually on purpose, so she could check him out and get a bit of a thrill. Course, he had company, and thankfully it wasn’t another woman, but another dark haired chap who seemed very familiar. Demetrios placed another order with Dix “Can you please bring us 4 rounds of tequila shots?” Dix smirked watching the two men engage, their interaction like long lost brothers, or one would think, and Dixie got right on it, pouring the four shots and sliding them over. <3>

 

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Captain277: *Unlike her sister, Candice couldn’t put up a cool, don’t-give-a-fuck façade. She leaned over the bar’s counter-top, utterly entranced by the myriad of liquor bottles that stocked its shelves. There were exotic whiskeys in fine crystal bottles with incomprehensible labels. Tall carafes full of a pale, yellow-green drink, stopped with gold-tipped corks lined the higher shelves, each one emblazoned with the device of a Tinkerbell-esque fey clad head to toe in green. The bar had vodka, it had wine, and it had a thousand things in between. Candice had always loved drinking, but she had a tendency to get seriously out of control if she over-indulged; something which her beloved sister regulated heavily. Candice felt a small stab of joy as Corsica ordered two drinks, being careful not to display her hopes that one had her name on it. Glancing sideways at Corsica, Candice’s shoulders relaxed even more as her twin massaged her neck, her soft fingertips rubbing over the smooth PVC surface of Candice’s top like a ghostly wind. Corsica moved in, intent on advertising her mood, and at least half of her inclination, sweeping helpless little Candice up and assailing her ear. Candice whined quietly and whispered as loudly as she could.* Cor, you know what that does to me. I don’t know if now’s the proper time. *She phrased her statement in an apologetic tone, to try and make it clear that she wouldn’t resist her sister, but rather that she was embarrassed by the display. As Corsica continued to tease her, Candice’s eyes locked on the stage performer; an absolutely beautiful Nubian woman who, in spite of her lack of clothing, seemed to have a large portion of the room entranced, as if they were waiting desperately for the rest. Candice felt herself staring along with them, studying the woman’s curves; trying to imagine what the rest of her body looked like underneath her sheer ensemble. The dancer’s peeking Areolas  and the sensual sway of her body as she danced across the stage, did nothing to help assuage her building tension as her sister’s hot breath coursed over the side of her head and down her neck.*

 

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Carrendar: “So…” Said the man sitting next to Igniatus, sliding a bit further closer to her. She eyed him, giving him attention out of politeness, after all, she had nothing else to do. “Are you from around here?” He wasn’t a all too attractive man. He sure as hell wasn’t Iggys age. Much older. Around uncle Bens age, honestly. She shook her head. “N-No. I-I-I’mz ah, f-from Germany ” Damn that stutter. The man shifted in his seat, nodding with a sly smile. “My name is Ric. Yours?” Igniatus licked her lips, and the man.. Ric, jolted in his seat. -Iggy-”Igniatus.” Rics smile widened, looking over Iggy like a new play thing. -Ric- “A pleasure to meet you, Igniatus.” Clearly the man wasn’t from Prague. He accent fitted more from Ireland then anything. At least he didn’t talk like one. “Ja, ands y-you s’well.” She had to talk a little loud due to the music, and Ric seemed to get ready to make a move, when the dancer suddenly appeared. Mia. Mmm, a lovely piece of work. When the Irish girl yelled back to her, she grinned, glancing back at the bald twins, then the… Holy fuck. Nick.. Nick, Nick, Nick. Impressive. It took a while, but she peeled her eyes away from the magnificent sight, looking back to Ric as if he said something. -Ric- “Come dance.” Her blue eyes widened, and she shook her head. -Iggy-” N-nein, let her have ‘de sp-spotslight, ja?” She jerked her chin up to the gorgeous Mia, licking her lips at the thought of tasting that sweet flesh of hers as she danced. God, if Iggy had a dick it would be a full salute right now in honor of this fucking fine ass woman. Her eyes locked on Mia, she twisted in her seat and stole a sip of her drink, placing it back down on the counter, still holding it. Ric watched her reactions, and edged closer to Iggy, a bulge growing in his pants as they became tighter and tighter. Iggy didn’t pay much attention any more, till he decided it was a grand idea to reach out for her hand. Iggy didn’t react TOO badly. She pulled her hand away and looked at him with one of those “Really?” Expressions. He furrowed a brow. -Ric- “Something wrong, lass?” Igniatus took her glass and took a huge swig of it, before setting it back on the table, and moving her purse closer to Maggie. -Iggy-”D-Do m-me a.. Eh, favorr, an’ er.. Hold ‘dis forr me?” She asked, raising her voice in volume so that the Irish girl could hear her. She rose from the stool and started to edge away. Once Maggie gave the okay she would make a dash for the dance floor, joining the other dancing men and woman in the pulsing beat of the music, swaying her hips from side to side and poping down to the floor and back up, her body smoothly moving along with the beat, eyes halfway open as she got lost in the crowd.

 

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LadyBelz: -Ignoring the flurry of activity that seemed to be taking place at the club’s entrance, Mia continued with her dance. Earlier she had asked one of the bouncers to make sure to place a chair in the middle of the dance floor, and it was that spot she moved to, the audience so caught up in watching her, they parted before her like Moses parted the Red Sea, not daring to touch her and breaking the spell she had over them. Reaching the chair, she touched it with one hand, walking around it, adding a little bump and grind motion, pretending like she was entertaining a guest. Coming to a point at the back of the chair, she leaned forward, running both hands up and down the rough fabric, caressing and teasing her invisible lover. The chair tipped back under her weight and she took a moment to adjust her balance before leaning her upper over the chair and setting all four legs back to the floor. Now bent over the chair, she reached back a hand, gently spanking one ass cheek. She let out a low moan, hearing a few answering moans from the bodies surrounding her section of the floor. With a little smirk, she planted her forearms and elbows on the seat of the chair, making sure she had a firm grip before she raised her lower body into a vertical armstand. There were a few catcalls and whistles as she did a modified split in the air, showing the thin strip of material riding up the crack of her ass. Using a little upper body strength (thank you yoga classes), she slid her arms forward, turning her lower half back and using the back of the chair as a slide, sitting upright to the applause of the club patrons. Again, she did a little bump and grin, flipping her hair left and right as her hands roughly shoved her thighs apart, another low moan caught in her throat as she brushed the teeth marks now covered up by concealer.-