Club_PG

[The_PG]

Not serving alcohol on Sunday? Not this club.

Pull up a stool.

*Flicks on Firelies, by Owl City and yawns.*

Good morning Jack.

 

[your_vice]

Hi hon

eyes his bruises with exasperated affection

How... sorry, who are you today? Cause he's hot.

 

[The_PG]

*I am Jack's flexed bicep. I make Jack look good.*

Basically, i'm someone who's figured everything out but realized it means nothing. It's all gravy baby.

How is masochistic little you doing?

 

[your_vice]

Masochistic little me is trying to catch up with posting but I keep being called away to work. Damn RL to hell and back. Everything might mean nothing but it all still needs doing before I can eat, let alone relax.

sighs heavily

Can PMT fuelled masosubsluts join That Which Must Not Be Named... cause rule number 1 is that you don't?

 

[The_PG]

Well you know the reason you Rule 1 it isn't to just limit members, no, or what would be the point of a club that nobody can join? That's like having a girls only club for boys. Dummmmmb! It's just the idea that matters, and discussing it to death turns it into something ordinary and boring.

*I am Jack's cool eyes drifting back and forth.*

So in a word, yes. Please join right in. Just remember rule 8.

 

[your_vice]

Rule 8?...

peels off top to reveal my small, pale skinned tits in their black bra, kicks off shoes and puts up dukes warily, half crouching and keeping my body loose. I resist the urge to smile crazily or arch my back as adrenaline hits my veins

So long as you remember rule 3. Given my previous form of saying 'no' and meaning 'yes,' I suggest 'red' as an unambiguous safeword.

 

[The_PG]

Red? I spose that'll do.

*Flicks cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. Finishes Jack Daniels and quickly removes shirt and belt. Wasn't wearing shoes to begin with. I am Jack's eight pack, crossed with bruises and scratches, my wild eyes dance with laughter.*

Go easy on me? M'kay? I wouldn't want to get beat by a girl.

*Moves around slowly, arms tense but hanging down, eyes watching you like a walk.*

You look real sexy right now babe, if I win I might just have to fuck you.

*Whips hand across, it's open and the palm is aimed right for your unblemished cheek.*

 

[your_vice]

makes no attempt to evade the blow, my head whipping back before coming up smiling at the sting. I raise an incredulous eyebrow.

Only 'might' have to fuck me? I'm wounded. So if I win, that makes you my bitch?

moves around you, light on my feet

I wonder if you're hiding any masochistic urges beneath that aggressive exterior of yours? Perhaps the SRP-uberdom doth protest too much?

I continue to dance from foot to foot. I throw a right hook at you that I know you'll block but behind it as my body continues to turn is a roundhouse kick that I just about manage to land above your belt given how much shorter than you I am. My heel connects with your left side, hitting you as hard as I'm ever likely to but throwing me a little off balance in the process.

 

[The_PG]

Damn your fast!

*Spits on the ground and rubs my side.*

That foookin hurt!

*Grins. Begins to copy your bounce.*

You look like quite the sexy little boxer babe there you know? Mhmm...

*Stops mimicking you and charges, a perfectly executed footballers tackle. Slamming both of us to the ground. As we're there, I whisper in your ear.*

You should read some of my earlier threads, there is a bit more then a little masochism in me.

*Headbutts you but stuns self in the process, falling off your body to the side.*

 

[your_vice]

I buck and flail beneath you, trying hard to free myself but only for the pleasure of discovering I can't. The headbutt makes me see stars and I lie there dazed for a moment. Some part of me registers your weight rolling off and I scramble shakily to my feet again, eyeing your prone form warily.

Two of you's no fuckin' fair.

I announce, endeavouring to focus as I sway above you. Are you out or are you faking it? Not much of a fighter to be hoist by your own petard. I'm not stupid enough to get close enough to touch you. I pick up your belt and give you a lick with it, slashing across your torso.

Guess I declare myself the victor bitch-boy.

 

[The_PG]

Ouch! Hey now that really fucking hurt!

*gets to my feet*

Now *cracks my neck* even though I got some masochism in me, that ain't mean i'm no bitch boy... So i'm just gonna have to teach you that in a less then friendly way now, come over here and get ready to get your little ass a whoopin.

 

[yeishia]

I had not been in this lounge; feigning confidence I glide right in, ordering a drink form a server I drape myself on a stool at the bar; love my dress but boy is it tight!


MY dress tonight!

Terrified I glance around...realizing that I know no one!

 

[The_PG]

Know no one?

*Jack saunters up.*

I'm sure you know my boy PG from somewhere... He knows your name, from some RP... but he can't quite place it...

 

[yeishia]

Eyes wide I smile at him

I don't think..k s.. so I stammer out

 

[The_PG]

Or perhaps it was the one thread where we had to write all sorts of different words that meant the same thing?

*Jack slides up closer and brushes your hair back, places his busted lip against your ear.*

Things like cock? Schlong? Dick? Pussy? Slit?

*Slides a hand behind you and down that beautiful leather like dress.*

 

[yeishia]

He scares me with his boldness..

One drink in every bar?

I gulp down mine and slide out from beneath his hand ans with in seconds have exited from the bar......

 

[The_PG]

*Jack stares out forlornly...*

Damnit... PG is going to kick my fucking ass...

 

[your_vice]

Ouch! Hey now that really fucking hurt!

*gets to my feet*

Now *cracks my neck* even though I got some masochism in me, that ain't mean i'm no bitch boy... So i'm just gonna have to teach you that in a less then friendly way now, come over here and get ready to get your little ass a whoopin.

watches yeishia leave but quickly turns back to... them

PG's gonna whoop your ass? Tell him thanks.

I keep my guard up but am not optimistic about avoiding whatever you plan to dish out. Knowing I've asked for it just makes me hotter as I focus my gaze on the ripped torso in front of me. So much latent power, hard muscle emanating the musk of exertion and pheromones. I may just swoon and save Jack the trouble of retaliating.

 

[The_PG]

*darting forward I grab your jab and twist it behind your back*

Gotcha!

*now i push you forward into the bar, then grabbing your hair I pull you down onto a stool. leaning over i whisper.*

Just how I want you...

*I push forward, moving deep inside you and twisting your arm just a little harder, for a bit more pain.*

 

[The_PG]

*glances at vice on the ground and stretches arms behind my back*

Yeup, out cold, smexy...

*whirls on my heels*

Now Jack, where the FUCK DID YOU GO?

*I am Jack, frightened.*

There you are...... I heard you scared yeisha away? Is that true?

*Cracks knuckles, then neck.*

*I am Jack's loose bowels.*

You little fucker.... I knew you'd ruin this club before we got it going! You're gonna get the ass kicking of your life, you little fuckwad... C'mere!

 

[your_vice]

cracks one bleary eye open, trying to make sense of their conversation. It's just possible that PG will take the ring and knock Jack into next week without me lifting a finger. it's the best plan I have right now because my whole body aches. I am vice's battered carcass, half defeated but still horny as fuck. I remain motionless, tensed in case I have to dodge the action and watch to see what happens next. Is PG going to beat Jack up or is Jack riled enough to defeat him? Whoever wins, they'll lose... probably some teeth.

 

[The_PG]

She pretended to be a slave! Or something, I was just trying to be like youuuuuuuu-

I am Jack's whiny voice.

It annoys the hell outta me.

Thud. Goes my solid fist into Jack's rippling abdomen. I smile and laugh.
Thud. My fist into his pectoral muscle; a nice bruise.
Smack. His open hand catches my face, it his weak. That shot to his pec must've really hurt.
Snap.
Whap. Two more shots to Jack, one to his thigh and the other to his hip flexor. If that little fucker can move without hurting, I'd be impressed.
Crack. A headbutt. What a pussy move.
Crashes. Glasses breaking. We fell.
Thud, THUD! My knee, twice into his kidneys.
Fwhoooooooosh! My breath, escaping. His fist, into my gut.
Snap. Crackle. Pop. My knee, to his forehead. Back of his head to the cement.
Lights out.

*Flicks my lighter. Drags deeply.*

I win.

*Turning, and eyeing my prize.*

You ready?

 

[The_PG]

*Walks behind the bar. Jack is DJ'ing and not screwing up. Flips a towel over my shoulder. Eyes the newest comer.*

So what'll it be?

 

[fuckmeat]

Bump!

 

[monique_minx]

Wanders into the empty club for what I expect will be a long, hard night of waiting and wanting...and a fair bit of hoping....oh god how I hope!

I settle at the bar with a bourbon and coke in hand, sipping absentmindedly as I contemplate my next few moves carefully. Hope...oh fuck how I hope for so much tonight! I squirm in my seat just thinking about it.