Club_PG

[The_PG]

You think that is enough?

*The incredulous tone in my voice makes it plain that I do not.*

I can fuck you whenever the fuck I want to, see?

*With ease I push inside of you until the head of my dick is throbbing against your cervix.*

So what the fuck can you offer me, bitch?

*This is a tricky question, for the right answer will get you into just as much trouble as the right one. A catch twenty-two if there ever was one. I smile with a leer, enjoying the absolute terror on your face.*

 

[Britwitch]

You think that is enough?

My stomach fills with cold dread at your reply

I can fuck you whenever the fuck I want to, see?

I groan throatily as you push into my aching sex. My slick tightness putting up no resistance as you thrust in until you're buried practically to the hilt

So what the fuck can you offer me, bitch?

I...I...

It's true. You can take me, fuck me, use me however you wants, whenever you wants. Even now I'm laid out on your desk, dressed like some slutty schoolgirl, still full dressed even down to my white socks and you're now buried in my pussy. It's all somehow more seedy for the fact that I'm still clothed. My clothing isn't even a barrier for you

...I offer you me. All of me. Not just my body, but my mind and soul. Take me, use me, make me into whatever you desire...whatever you want...your slave, your pet...anything...

It's a desperate offer, it's all I can think of...it's all I have

 

[The_PG]

Good girl.

*I say the words for the shock to register across your face.*

You understand now, don't you? There is nothing you can offer me.

*I take your breasts, covered as they are in your uniform, and squeeze powerfully as I begin to fuck you slowly. Not in order to make you cum, but rather to feel just how easily I can take what I want, and how powerfully I can do it. It isn't long before you're quivering in both desire and a little bit of fear. My eyes blaze to life with heated darkness, and I give a low growl that directs your eyes to mine.*

You have nothing to offer me.

*With the finality of those words a quick change seeps over me. I brush off your face with one heavy stroke and lean your body to whisper in your ear. It comes out in a hiss.*

I'm going to fuck you, but it's not me. It's your teacher. The big fat disgusting slob, unfortunately for you his cock is as big as mine, but he doesn't know how to use it as well. See? He (i) just slipped out of you. However, you know he wants you to call him daddy, and you think maybe if you just do that. And let him rape you. Then maybe... Maybe he'll fill your tiny cunt faster... Just maybe...

*Now I've told you what I want. I wait for you to give it to me. It'll start with that beautiful blush as you realize it is true. I wait eagerly.*

 

[Britwitch]

Good girl.

For an instance I wince before the words register and confusion fills my expression

You understand now, don't you? There is nothing you can offer me.

A muted cry as you take hold of my breasts and start to fuck me. Your movements are not done with arousal in mind, they are possessive, a demonstration of your power. Even so my body in it's prone and pathetic can do nothing but react, my pussy growing wetter and hotter with each, achingly slow, thrust

You have nothing to offer me...I'm going to fuck you, but it's not me. It's your teacher. The big fat disgusting slob, unfortunately for you his cock is as big as mine, but he doesn't know how to use it as well. See? He (i) just slipped out of you. However, you know he wants you to call him daddy, and you think maybe if you just do that. And let him rape you. Then maybe... Maybe he'll fill your tiny cunt faster... Just maybe...

I swallow anxiously and lick my lips. The faintest taste of you remains and it aids the worried, embarassed blush as it rushes to my cheeks.

Please...fuck me D-Daddy...fuck your little slut...

My cheeks burn brighter as I do as you command, my blue eyes wide as I look up at you, my voice trembling as I beg you, beg your 'character'

Your little slut needs a good, hard fucking Daddy...give it her...give it to your little girl...your dirty little girl...

 

[The_PG]

*I do just as you beg me to. Not needing much of anything to imagine you as a needy, slutty schoolgirl who is being raped, but only because she won't put out to take what she needs. You are bound, dressed as the schoolgirl, and moaning so very deliciously.*

You are a dirty little girl. Begging for daddy's cock, do you like it slut? Do you like daddy fucking you?

*I am slamming into you now. Fast, short strokes of a man who is only looking to bust his nut. My eyes glow with desire as I begin to open your shirt.*

Tell daddy all your naughty little thoughts...

 

[The_PG]

She loses herself here.

*The dancing throngs of the first two floors don't often attract my attention, but Jack likes to people watch and he thinks that you don't belong in my club. He is right about as often as a coin will land on heads. I should call him half'n'half. I slip into the crowd dressed rather sharply tonight save for the fact that both my jacket and tie are undone thanks to how humid it is outside. I slide through the crowds easily, at home within them. I have no need to force any rhythm on myself, it already exists as I slide up next to the cute little thing that has wandered into my club.*

I can find you.

*My opening line is breathed against her ear gently; cool breath on otherwise hot skin.*

Anywhere.

*I add the other word as my hands go to her hips lightly, but firmly controlling her body back into my own firmness. We dance together with your silence taken as acceptance.*

Do you belong here?

 

[La_Reina]

Was told about the club and to enter whenever the need strikes. More of a challenge than an invite, but I'm all about challenges. I decide to head to the 5th level. My white shirt is the female's version of the male's work shirt. My thighs visible in the light. The small snatch of cloth covering my feminine core brushes against me everytime I walk. It's ... interesting as I walk through the club barely clothed.

 

[The_PG]

*At the sight of you I smile while tucking two hands into the waistline of my silk pajama bottoms. No shirt covers my strong chest. I pick up a pair of handcuffs and hold them up as you draw near.*

Where do you want to get started?

 

[La_Reina]

I glance at the cuffs and shake my head. "No No. Just here to watch." I smile widely and turn back around to watch the other ... festivities going on. My laughter could be heard through the music.

 

[The_PG]

I see...

*Slipping over I clip one of the cuffs to your wrist. Then I whisper in your ear.*

Just tell any of my staff when you want to play. They'll find me.

*I give your elegant neck a quick peck, before disappearing into the shadows.*

 

[La_Reina]

Shrugging I watch you disappear as I continue to watch before going to the stairs and climbing the steps to the next level. I watch (read) the action gonig on there as well with eyes wide and almost unbelieving.

 

[The_PG]

*I appear behind you once again.*

Do you like what you see?

*I grasp your wrist and inner thigh. Squeezing gently.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Tiptoes in and slinks to the bar without a word, ordering a cosmo while I survey the upgrades with a low whistle.

 

[VampiricTouch]

I can find you.

Anywhere.

His breath ghosts over her skin carrying with it a singular statement, emphasized by his hands that steal the first trace of control from her.

He leads and she yields. A subtle dialogue in itself that is lost in the rhythm thrumming in the room. The firm control he holds speaks so much more than words -- She was dancing in the playground of his territory now....

But she knew didn't she? Before arriving, before finding her way onto the floor. She knew she'd left the safety of her reality. It's there on the dance floor, as their bodies move in unison to the beat he dictates, that she realizes just how close to him she is.

Do you belong here?

The corner of her lips lift in a wry grin. Belong? She breaks from his hold with a pivot step that makes her skirt flare and the ties of her halter fly. The defiance is brief. A mere beat before she's back under the firm guidance of his hands.

A lone manicured finger toys with his undone tie, before tiptoeing upwards to rest her hand on his shoulder. It's here when she's close enough that she answers him -

I don't belong anywhere.

 

[fuckmeat]

*I walk into the club wearing a dress that leaves little to the imagination. Whereas other girls wear white to accentuate their bodies in the UV light, I have a bone white body that can be accented with an artfully slashed black dress. It hugs my slim hips and hard, small tits, falling lower than a mini-dress should because I'm only 5ft tall.

After a spell of convalescence, my body is virtually blemishless. The scars that attest to the healing I have had to undergo are small, total euphemisms for the violence that was inflicted on me. I go to the bar and get a beer from Jack, narrowing my eyes mischievously as I smile at him. One day it'd be a lot of fun to serve Jack and PG at the same time. Does Jack even get any of the pussy around here?*

You got a deck back there?

*I pass the time waiting for PG by playing Blackjack with Jack, the loser knocking back a tequila each hand.*

 

[The_PG]

Tiptoes in and slinks to the bar without a word, ordering a cosmo while I survey the upgrades with a low whistle.

Hey there Tebe.

*Jack stalks up. Bruised as typical of him. He fucked with some pretty arrogant SOB's the day before. I'm surprised he's not dead.*

Hey babe. You looking for PG?

*He lights one up and smokes it lazily.*

I'm in the mood for some fun... If you need to cut loose... Mistress.

*The last word comes out in a whisper, but he's dead serious.*

 

[The_PG]

I don't belong anywhere.

*That's a good, very good answer. These are the lost ones that I like finding. I dance with her for a few more moments before giving her the satisfaction of knowing how aroused I find her slim body. I wrap my long arms around her slim waist and pull her up my leg. Allowing her to feel the bulge in my couple hundred dollar pants as we slide together.*

I will show you... Soon...

*Continues to dance. Gripping you firmly against me, bowing my forehead to lightly touch yours and stare into your eyes. Searching for what you want, and what you need.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Hey there Tebe.

*Jack stalks up. Bruised as typical of him. He fucked with some pretty arrogant SOB's the day before. I'm surprised he's not dead.*

Hey babe. You looking for PG?

*He lights one up and smokes it lazily.*

I'm in the mood for some fun... If you need to cut loose... Mistress.

*The last word comes out in a whisper, but he's dead serious.*

A soft chuckle from my parted red lips, the vodka sliding down my throat with a soft burn, the cranberry tart on my tongue.

I knew it Jack. Alright be a good little bitch and find us a place to go. Then we'll see about entertainment.

I study the glass and spare the beaten man beside me a single glance. Bruised, beat up, the asshole craves violence... let's see if he can handle mine.

 

[The_PG]

You got a deck back there?

*I pass the time waiting for PG by playing Blackjack with Jack, the loser knocking back a tequila each hand.*

*Watches silently for several hands before stepping up behind her and running my hands over the slinky, slutty little dress. I can smell the alcohol on you. That Jack is fucking cheater. He'd have her swimming at the bottom of a bottle in under ten minutes. There aren't many men who can do that anymore.*

Working yourself up to fuck his bleeding ass?

*Red droplets ooze from his left nostril, and he curses before wiping it with the sleeve of his shirt.*

Or are you here to see me?

*I am dressed simply today. Just a pair of jeans. That's it.

 

[The_PG]

I knew it Jack. Alright be a good little bitch and find us a place to go. Then we'll see about entertainment.

Alrighty...

*He looks about sneakily, before snorting and walking off as he chucks a luggie of mostly blood into a napkin before tossing it in the trash can. He returns just as the elevator makes a noise, stating that it's ready. Then another staff member takes over the bar. He leans over to whisper.*

Ready.

*The elevator is set for the 4th floor, and Jack is more than a little pumped up on red bull and vodka. There is certainly something else in his system at this point.*

 

[VampiricTouch]

I will show you... Soon...

There was something really satisfying about feeling his arousal as they danced. It was an unspoken compliment that he appreciated what he saw, enjoyed her presence perhaps as much as she enjoyed his.

There is something primal about their brief time together. Perhaps even dangerous. Her hips roll forward to press against him, suggestive of what their time together might perhaps become.

His eyes are piercing, penetrating as she meets his gaze. As if he could read her like a book in his hand, and find the answers to the questions those expressive eyes asked.

"Stop searching. There is no answer to that. To what I'm looking for, what I want... what I need."

 

[fuckmeat]

*Watches silently for several hands before stepping up behind her and running my hands over the slinky, slutty little dress. I can smell the alcohol on you. That Jack is fucking cheater. He'd have her swimming at the bottom of a bottle in under ten minutes. There aren't many men who can do that anymore.*

Working yourself up to fuck his bleeding ass?

*Red droplets ooze from his left nostril, and he curses before wiping it with the sleeve of his shirt.*

Or are you here to see me?

*I am dressed simply today. Just a pair of jeans. That's it.

*I close my eyes and lean back as PG gets re-acquainted with me. His comment about Jack shocks me, till I look at the guy and see the state he's in. I have no desire to fuck anyone's ass. I'm bewildered by the statement. I tip my head back to look at PG and nod when he asks if I'm here to see him.*

I'm always here to see you. *I murmur.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Alrighty...

*He looks about sneakily, before snorting and walking off as he chucks a luggie of mostly blood into a napkin before tossing it in the trash can. He returns just as the elevator makes a noise, stating that it's ready. Then another staff member takes over the bar. He leans over to whisper.*

Ready.

*The elevator is set for the 4th floor, and Jack is more than a little pumped up on red bull and vodka. There is certainly something else in his system at this point.*

Sure I step in next to him, the man is practically buzzing. I just smile, the picture of complete calm. Sure, Jack is going to.. well... My right hand shoots out and slams into his chest pushing him against the back wall of the elevator. A predatory grin and I stop the elevator.

On your knees, sugar.

The words are soft, lilting, teasing even. I almost hope he doesn't.

 

[The_PG]

I'm always here to see you. *I murmur.*

You look a lot better... We'll have to fix that.

*I smile. Pretending I don't mean it when everyone within ear shot knows I do. Craning my neck I kiss your lips and then your cheek to your neck where I nibble softly. Jack disappears in the background. Probably to do some more coke. That bastard is always high as a kite. I'll need to do something about him at some point, but I push it to the back of my mind as I feel your tiny body gyrating against mine.*

What are you in the mood for tonight cunt? A little music, a little love, a little pain?

*I chuckle.*

OKay, a lot of pain?

 

[The_PG]

The words are soft, lilting, teasing even. I almost hope he doesn't.

*He falls to his knees after slamming against the elevator wall. Swaying slightly he takes a deep breath that shudders a little bit before looking up at you. He's dressed in his 'sunday best' which in this case is a mostly blood hawaiian shirt with cargo shorts. Both of his eyes are a little glassy, and the fucked up smile on his face tells you things aren't quite right inside of his head, but he is there. Plain as day.*