Club_PG

[Aurantica]

I watch from the shadows. Wondering only one thing...

Has she had enough?

Thirty minutes later, I stop dancing to let one of the boys lead me to the elevator. He's surprisingly smart, having offered to buy me a drink if I win our current argument about interstellar warfare. We go down a level to a quiet room. We're talking about atmoic weapons vs. ball bearings as means of offence when I catch something out of the corner of my eye. It's the PG, standing totally still in a corner. Eyeing me. I shudder and turn back to the handsome boy.
His eyes burn into me from across the room.
I turn back and begin explaining how astoundingly effective a ball bearing travelling at 1600 miles an hour would be against a pressurized ship.

 

[The_PG]

Apparently...

I watch her smooth, cute, nerdy talk go on longer and longer with the... Cute, nerdy guy she has taken a liking too. I wonder how long she can pretend I'm not here after she catches sight of me. Not very long. Within a moment or two she's turned back and while she continues to talk to him, her eyes are only on me. The boy, because he is really not a man, notices and obviously asks her about me. Around now, I move through the crowds like a snake. Silently, and smoothly.

... She has not had enough.

I step next to her, her eyes haven't left me. Once the boy notices who I am. He leaves.

I lean over and give you a little poke.

"Fixed you up, eh?"

Softly, I leave a kiss upon the nape of your neck, and slide my hands down to your ass. Pulling you close, I ask heatedly upon your ear, "Back for more?"

 

[Aurantica]

All at once my companion goes silent, then pale and leaves, stumbling over his feet. Annoyed, I pivot slightly to lock eyes with PG.
I frown and turn a shoulder into him as he tries to lean closer. His poorly-timed poke at my ribs makes me jump.
"Fixed you up, eh?"
I turn to him and look into his eyes. "Let me make this clear. I do not want to play with you. You ignored direct instructions from my master. That shows serious disrespect for both me and him. Let me have my fun tonight without your company."
Calmly, I get up and head for the bank of elevators, intending to go down to one of the lower levels of the club to spend the rest of the evening.

 

[The_PG]

I watch her disappear into the crowd, toward the elevator, my elevator.

Of course it brings you up. The seventh floor greets your eyes, but that is too much of a falsity. It does not greet anyone, it simply beckons them into the darkness and grins as it licks its chops. I'm waiting for you just inside those shadows as you walk out of the elevator, wondering what went wrong, and as the doors to the elevator slide shut noiselessly I stand directly behind you. You turn around, and I am there.

"You are in my club, slut. I've seen into parts of you that you know exist. Yet you deny them. The pain lets you live, and yet you try and tell me that I've disrespected you?"

I chuckle, and seize your throat the second you flinch.

Spinning, I push you against the wall and push myself up close.

"I'm not finished with you, yet. But... If you want it to be over now, you can say so, and go play with little boys until you're wet and needy. But not a single one will touch you, they know you want something, that they cannot give you... Heh... They also know... That I'm, not, finished."

Somewhere during that speech, my hand has slid up between your legs, under whatever party dress you are wearing. I'm pressing through your panties, against your clit. Circling it slowly as my eyes lock with yours, and never let go.

 

[Aurantica]

This is NOT where I want to be.
I push back against him, gripping his wrist as it works in small circles over my clit.

"I'm not finished with you, yet. But... If you want it to be over now, you can say so, and go play with little boys until you're wet and needy. But not a single one will touch you, they know you want something, that they cannot give you... Heh... They also know... That I'm, not, finished."

" You get one chance with me. One chance to play by the rules . In return, I make it as pleasurable for you as I can. "
I stop and take a breath before continuing
" You blew your chance by breaking my ribs and making me bleed. I demand that you release me."
I put a hand on his chest, gently but firmly pushing him away from me.
" And since you blew your chance, my master and I are finished with you"
I meet his gaze, not with anger, not with fear, but with simple, level-headed calmness.

 

[fuckmeat]

Long overdue...

But please don't let me picking up this post spoil anyone else's fun. Aurantica and chocolatekoneko, you guys can carry right on and ignore me. PG's well accustomed to multitasking.

For anyone interested, our little interlude started way back here.

"Well look at that... You are getting turned on. I was right, once again. You see fuckmeat... You've become a predictable piece of fuckmeat... It's like eating a fucking hamburger every day for a week... You know exactly what you're going to get with every single bite. There is no surprise, no excitement, no variety. Just the same piece of meat cooked slightly differently each time. Now, it was a good piece of meat. So that saves it from being tossed into the trash with the first bite, but after a week... Or in our case, how long? A year? It's just the same old shit, over and over again you pathetic little cunt. Look at how you're shaking! Holy shit..."

My probing fingers were covered in blood, but the juices boiling from your cunt have almost entirely cleaned to a squeaky type of cleanliness. It's so slippery that I did not even notice I had four fingers inside of your cunt, with my thumb digging into that erect little dick sticking out of the top. For a moment I pause and study your anatomy. It's pretty, a stark contrast from the pulp your face now resembles. I reach out and squeeze your monquito bites with my other hand. Enjoying whatever reaction they create. I curl that hand into a fist, remembering the forceful punches that I just threw into you... Then a grin crosses my face.

One by one I curl the fingers inside of your cunt, and then my thumb slides against them.

The first against your opening slowly moves forward. The copious amounts of fluid, including whatever blood was leftover, aides my skin in sliding within your sensitive innards.

Suddenly with a soft pop the entire fist slides within. My hand on your chest pushes down as you try to curl away, and I laugh.

"I cannot believe I have never done this before!"

My voice is excited. Perhaps there is more to explore with this... Hamburger.

I push with my powerful pectoral, shoulder, and triceps. Forcing my arm deeper inside of your lithe body. I keep my fist clenched and forearm flexed until I can go no further.

"You full yet, puppet?"

I begin to fuck you slowly. Wondering if this final humiliation is too far for your fucked up little mind. Will this put you over the edge?

His fingers are long and thick, probing roughly inside my wet, swollen hole. Cocks are designed for cunts, they're less rigid, with a rounded head and fewer fucking nails. My cunt clamps down on him as he crams three fingers into my tiny hole, so when he pushes a fourth in, I'm making low, guttural sounds, squirming to try and mitigate the depth and force he's using. His thumb presses down on my clit and my reaction is reflex, spreading my legs even wider and grinding my clit against his digit while hot cuntjuice runs down his wrist. I arch and squeal as he attacks my nipples next, yanking on them until my cunt floods with moisture, the fresh pain spiralling my arousal upwards through my abdomen.

I'm currently blinded, my eyes are swollen shut from his earlier attack. I therefore don't see the glee sparkle in his eyes at the thought of a new stunt he can pull on me. His thumb slips from my clit and curls into my pussy, until it's nestled against his fingers. That's when I realise what he's about to do but there's no stopping him now. He increases the pressure, holding me in place with his other hand so I can't scoot across the floor instead of yielding. I scream fairly quietly as his whole fist finally disappears inside me. My pussy tries desperately, stupidly to push him out, flexing and rippling while more liquid runs out of me. I can feel that my stomach is distended, pushed upwards by his big clenched fist like I'm an extra in an Aliens movie.

"I cannot believe I have never done this before!"

Still he pushes deeper, gaining ground slowly and by mere millimetres now. The man's need to see just how far he can take something is fucking pathological. I hold my breath until he has discovered he can go no further, only then exhaling with an audible groan.

I have never been or felt so full, not even when Sir and Jack took a hole each and went nuts. This is a totally new and superlative feeling of fullness. His fingers start flexing inside me, sliding against one another. It's as pleasurable and less uncomfortable than I expected it to be. My clit is stretched out against the flesh of his wrist and every movement he makes grazes it. Just a little direct stimulation to my clit and I'm going to cum all over his hand. I'm way past guessing whether or not that's something he wants to happen.

 

[choklatekoneko]

A small, slick, sickening, sweet, stilling smile overcomes my face. But as it's pressed against your ear, I'm sure you cannot see it. Perhaps you can feel it. I kiss you then, again, along your neck and the top of your shoulder. It's sweet and tender at first, but then my tongue drags along your skin. Rapidly followed by a little nibble. My fingers dip between your thighs and under the waistband of whatever you are wearing.

"You naughty little slut," I hiss, as I find moisture.

"What have you been dreaming about?"

She breathed out hard, the tongue ring she had in her mouth-leopard heart this time, complimenting the stretchy jean short shorts and black halter, covering her size B breasts, comfortably as the 3 inch leopard heels she wore were shifting. She moans softly, her black eyes fluttering close, followed by a short sharp gasp as she feels him graze her with his teeth. She knows it will do no good to shut her legs, so she keeps them as they are at shoulder width.

"Dreaming...I haven't been dreaming about...anything, Sir." She spoke softly, gently.

 

[The_PG]

This is NOT where I want to be.
I push back against him, gripping his wrist as it works in small circles over my clit.

"I'm not finished with you, yet. But... If you want it to be over now, you can say so, and go play with little boys until you're wet and needy. But not a single one will touch you, they know you want something, that they cannot give you... Heh... They also know... That I'm, not, finished."

" You get one chance with me. One chance to play by the rules . In return, I make it as pleasurable for you as I can. "
I stop and take a breath before continuing
" You blew your chance by breaking my ribs and making me bleed. I demand that you release me."
I put a hand on his chest, gently but firmly pushing him away from me.
" And since you blew your chance, my master and I are finished with you"
I meet his gaze, not with anger, not with fear, but with simple, level-headed calmness.

I give a shake of my head, and reinforce the grip I have around your neck.

Giving you a little slam into the solid wall.

"You bled. I did not make you do anything. You were weak."

My head twists to the side slowly. Eyes boring into yours with an equal amount of calmness that you possess, and a thousand shades darker. My fingers tighten around your throat, then slowly relax. My face does not change, it's dead serious and honest. Two of my less dangerous traits. My face comes next to yours, and I whisper my ultimatum. The only one that matters.

"It's your choice to leave or stay. Right now. No promises, but if you can provide as much pleasure as you seem to think you can, I probably won't need to make you hurt. Let alone bleed."

I pause, and take a deep breath.

"I play by my rules, and I gave you them earlier."

 

[The_PG]

I'm way past guessing whether or not that's something he wants to happen.

This is very interesting.

My entire fist is inside of a piece of meat. My fresh piece of meat. I like this, I could enjoy this for awhile, a long while. A sick grin twists my face, and I lean over to brush blood and tears away from it's eyes. Gingerly. Unfortunately, no matter how gentile I am the movement forces my arm to change the angle of penetration that is filling her entire body to the brim. The scream that comes from inside of it gets me harder then steel. She's tiny, one of my largest perversions, and my fist looks like she ate a log and forgot to chew. I know that's a disgusting image, but it's also intensely erotic. For me.

I lean forward again. This time forcefully changing the angle until my fist is pressing against the wall that would allow me into it's bowels if I pushed hard enough. It groans, and I manage to wipe the blood, tears, and whatever else is covering it's eyelids. I'm sure it can see. Barely.

"You're enjoying this... Good, because so am I."

Glancing down. I see the swollen nub, and we're both thinking alike here. I think.

Reaching with my free hand I pinch it, and not gently. I squeeze it like I'm trying to pop a zit.

Something is going to explode. I know it.

 

[The_PG]

She breathed out hard, the tongue ring she had in her mouth-leopard heart this time, complimenting the stretchy jean short shorts and black halter, covering her size B breasts, comfortably as the 3 inch leopard heels she wore were shifting. She moans softly, her black eyes fluttering close, followed by a short sharp gasp as she feels him graze her with his teeth. She knows it will do no good to shut her legs, so she keeps them as they are at shoulder width.

"Dreaming...I haven't been dreaming about...anything, Sir." She spoke softly, gently.

"Oh really?" My eyes narrow.

Muscles flex beneath the tightly fit gym shirt. It hugs each and every one of my muscles, thick pectorals, flat stomach, and bulging triceps. White, it matches the loose, long, comfortable athletic shorts and white kicks I am wearing. The only black that matches my heart is the logo on both shorts and shirt.

"Then tell me... You little sweet, sinning, slut," I slide a hand up under your blouse and across your flat belly. Tickling the underbelly of your breasts, "Why are you so turned on?"

My eyes flicker to the ball of plastic, or is it metal, lodged in your tongue.

We're going to have some fun with that hole. Oh, yes.

 

[Aurantica]

I give a shake of my head, and reinforce the grip I have around your neck.

Giving you a little slam into the solid wall.

"You bled. I did not make you do anything. You were weak."

My head twists to the side slowly. Eyes boring into yours with an equal amount of calmness that you possess, and a thousand shades darker. My fingers tighten around your throat, then slowly relax. My face does not change, it's dead serious and honest. Two of my less dangerous traits. My face comes next to yours, and I whisper my ultimatum. The only one that matters.

"It's your choice to leave or stay. Right now. No promises, but if you can provide as much pleasure as you seem to think you can, I probably won't need to make you hurt. Let alone bleed."

I pause, and take a deep breath.

"I play by my rules, and I gave you them earlier."

"It's your choice to leave or stay. Right now. No promises, but if you can provide as much pleasure as you seem to think you can, I probably won't need to make you hurt. Let alone bleed."


This isnt working. I've told him again and again that I'm NOT interested. Time to get physical. I brace my back against the wall and shove at him with my left hand, while the other jabs at a nerve cluster on his shoulder, makiing his entire arm go numb. Another hand shove and his hand lets go. I slide away and head not for the elevator, but for the stairs. If he's mad enough to come after me, maybe I'll rethink my choice. But we'll have to talk about boundaries first. And anyways, the stairs here go straigh to the bottom. If I need help, my screams will travel all the way to the ground floor.

 

[The_PG]

I let her go.

The memories much easier and sweeter to keep then arguing constantly about erroneous material.

Maybe she'll run into Jack?

He's a bit easier to play with.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

A gorgeous little thing dashes past me covered in blood and tears. I shake my head and saunter over to the bar. Jack is no where to be found, thank god. I've no mind for his antics and besides PG knows I'll hurt Jack next time I see his addicted little ass.

I look up into the cameras that I am sure are trained on me, a smirk on my face.

"Stop breaking your toys, PG otherwise you won't have any left to play with, you ass."

The bartender slides me a drink down the bar and I raise my glass to the man I know is watching. Fucker better come down and say hi, I'd hate to have to go get him.

 

[The_PG]

I step off the stairs wearing a white apron covered in red... something.

Wearing gloves, and using them to brush something red off my face.

I walk behind the bar and remove the gloves, and apron. Then smile up at you while I sip on a Grateful Dead, my new drink of choice. "I was painting," I say with a chuckle, before leaning across the bar and giving you the one over. "Besides, why do you care if i break all my toys?"

 

[Aurantica]

I let her go.

The memories much easier and sweeter to keep then arguing constantly about erroneous material.

Maybe she'll run into Jack?

He's a bit easier to play with.

At the first level, I decide to finish the night off with a drink. I wade through the pulsing bodies and flashing lights to the bar. My exhaustion makes the lights blur together and the dancers seem to move in ultra-slow motion. The stationary bar is much easier to look at. I rest my head in my hands and wait for the barkeep to finish his buisness.

 

[The_PG]

At the first level, I decide to finish the night off with a drink. I wade through the pulsing bodies and flashing lights to the bar. My exhaustion makes the lights blur together and the dancers seem to move in ultra-slow motion. The stationary bar is much easier to look at. I rest my head in my hands and wait for the barkeep to finish his buisness.

Jack grins.

Revealing a rather surprising full set of teeth, often he's missing a few.

"Hello there, hard night?"

His hands hover between a very, very hard drink... and something a bit softer.

"Need somethin ta knock it out, or just, easier?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I step off the stairs wearing a white apron covered in red... something.

Wearing gloves, and using them to brush something red off my face.

I walk behind the bar and remove the gloves, and apron. Then smile up at you while I sip on a Grateful Dead, my new drink of choice. "I was painting," I say with a chuckle, before leaning across the bar and giving you the one over. "Besides, why do you care if i break all my toys?"

Glancing across the bar at the seemingly broken girl, I shrug. "I'd hate to have to replace them with something sturdier. At any rate, how are you?"

Eyeing the man in front of me with an enigmatic smile, I finish off my drink, and reach behind the bar for a beer.

"See that you've been busy."

 

[The_PG]

Glancing across the bar at the seemingly broken girl, I shrug. "I'd hate to have to replace them with something sturdier. At any rate, how are you?"

Eyeing the man in front of me with an enigmatic smile, I finish off my drink, and reach behind the bar for a beer.

"See that you've been busy."

"That I have," I nod slowly, "So have you. I'm doing well... Very near to getting out of this place, that I don't really want to be. I'm sure you've had similar situations... Been missing you. Well," I grin, "Fucking you, up."

Winking, I raise my glass and hold it up near your bottle, "Cheers."

 

[Aurantica]

Jack grins.

Revealing a rather surprising full set of teeth, often he's missing a few.

"Hello there, hard night?"

His hands hover between a very, very hard drink... and something a bit softer.

"Need somethin ta knock it out, or just, easier?"

"Give me the strongest thing you've got" I mumble, before squinting blearily at the clubgoer beside me, who seems to be talking animatedly to herself.
Whatever I think. She's entitled
As I wait for my drink, i fiddle witht he tag around my neck. On the opposite side of the writing, theres an engraving of a Celtic knot and a dragon twisted together. It matches the tattoo that curves around my ribs just beside my left breast. Sometimes, when I'm tired or drunk or just coming down from an orgasm, my tatto burns, like the dragon is breathing fire inside my skin.
I shake the sensation off and focus on staying upright.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"That I have," I nod slowly, "So have you. I'm doing well... Very near to getting out of this place, that I don't really want to be. I'm sure you've had similar situations... Been missing you. Well," I grin, "Fucking you, up."

Winking, I raise my glass and hold it up near your bottle, "Cheers."

A soft giggle. The man has always been a charmer, and one of my favorites around this place. I'm a sucker for his sadistic ways, he knows it. We play well together, when we aren't trying to kill each other.

"You'll be free soon, sugar. And who's to say I have been missing you, or well your ability to fuck me senseless. Of course I mean senseless in the most literal form of the word."

I offer a grin as I clink his glass. Already feeling a little violent, but I say nothing as I sip on the bitter beverage at my lips.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Serious debate. I am giving this serious debate. He is a warped personality. So am I. He plays very rough. So do I. He likes to break things. I don't...or at least the things I break aren't...physical.

I walk past this building...all the time. I peep into dark corners and listen as screams, grunts, howls~ echo from places either way up...or way down. I haven't yet decided if I am ever going to enter. Instead, I prod at the thought, like a tongue bothering a sore tooth. Unable to leave it be. An abcess of the brain.

So I stop and stare...and think...and wonder. Should I enter into this place? Shrugging, I glance down at myself. I am dressed appropriately enough, at least for the club scene. Black suede pants~fitted, high waisted, TIGHT. Black wife beater~arms well muscled, cut. Black Doc Marten's. Leather. Shiny. No make up but fuck it...I don't need it.

So do I enter? I give a shrug. Fuck it. I am going in.

 

[The_PG]

"Give me the strongest thing you've got" I mumble, before squinting blearily at the clubgoer beside me, who seems to be talking animatedly to herself.
Whatever I think. She's entitled
As I wait for my drink, i fiddle witht he tag around my neck. On the opposite side of the writing, theres an engraving of a Celtic knot and a dragon twisted together. It matches the tattoo that curves around my ribs just beside my left breast. Sometimes, when I'm tired or drunk or just coming down from an orgasm, my tatto burns, like the dragon is breathing fire inside my skin.
I shake the sensation off and focus on staying upright.

"That there's a fancy tattoo miss..." He fishes for a name, and manages it once you've given it. Jack hands over the drink, and it'll knock you on your ass in a little while. Once he's finished buttering you up. "Very..." He squints, and grins a bit. "Symbolic lookin, ya know?"

Leaning over, he fingers the knot around your neck, then kisses you gently on the lips.

"Looks like my other half let you go easy... I'm glad, you're too pretty to ruin."

 

[The_PG]

A soft giggle. The man has always been a charmer, and one of my favorites around this place. I'm a sucker for his sadistic ways, he knows it. We play well together, when we aren't trying to kill each other.

"You'll be free soon, sugar. And who's to say I have been missing you, or well your ability to fuck me senseless. Of course I mean senseless in the most literal form of the word."

I offer a grin as I clink his glass. Already feeling a little violent, but I say nothing as I sip on the bitter beverage at my lips.

"Oh yes, my sensibilities are sorely lacking, that point has been proven numerous times. But, so too, have you." I raise my glass the slightest of bits, to prove my point, and lean over the bar top. I look down your blouse, and then back into your face. My eyes reflect the fire in your hair with the darkness in my heart. It's quite a combination. Just like we are. "What?" I ask, as I notice something growing in your face.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

"What?"

I hear the question and then feel heat at my side, there isn't a doubt as to who it is that slides in near me. I'd know that scent anywhere, and already the violence that was uncoiling inside me, burns brighter. How many years have I been here? Here in the lounges? Here with PG? How many missed opportunities...

I tense slightly and finish my beer. I glance almost helplessly at PG, he's dangerous, and so is she... the two of them mirrored in a myriad of mind numbing masochistic ways...

Suddenly I can't breathe.

"Luna.." I manage to croak out, and glance sidelong at her.

Damn I hate it when my imagination gets away from me.

 

[The_PG]

So do I enter? I give a shrug. Fuck it. I am going in.

She enter through the main doors, looking out of place by looking out of place. You know that this is my domain, everyone knows that much, but it's more important for you since normally... Everywhere is your domain. I cut the tension with a flick of my lighter, and puff of my cigarette. I stay seated next to Ausus.

"Welcome," I say and as quickly as the moment is broken I see ease and power slip back into your countenance.

"So you've finally come." It's not really a question, "Drinks first?" That is one.