The Club De Sade

[Rayne_Clowd]

Rayne walks into the club and heads straight for the guarded door, signing the waver she enters with a smile to the doorman and makes her way to the bar. Ordering a vodka raspberry she seats herself on a stool to see if anyone else is about tonight.

 

[monique_minx]

Slips in after Rayne, bored out of my skull and attempting to stave off temptation. I take a bourbon and coke from the bar and slip over to kneel on one of the pads; thighs squeezed together tightly. I look over at her

Hey Rayne, how's it going?

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

smiles as minx enters "hey Hun, yeah doing okay...how about you still on edge?" giggles a little noticing the way she sits so ridged, moving from the bar Rayne walks over and kneels down on a pad near minx.

 

[monique_minx]

Watches her walk over and offers a pained smile in return

Oh fuck yeah, if he doesn't come online and give me permission soon, I'll break myself trying not to break the rules!

Nervous giggle

What are you up to?

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

*giggles and strokes her face gently* good girl for trying to not break the rules *then burst out laughing* so good luck, I don't envy you the strain......although it would be nice to have someone dominating and controlling my body in such an over powering way. *moves her hand back and sips her drink*

 

[monique_minx]

Shivers and scowls playfully at her

Yeah, yeah and god but it is good even though it's utterly frustrating at times! I am totally gonna break the rules, I know it! I haven't been this bad in ages, it's amazing what two doms, porn and writing a sex scene post will do to you!

Giggles in a painful way

Only reason I even came here was to try and be good! Dear god, I actually care!

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

*smiles* you can do it, just try and distract yourself as best you can. I will even be restrained and wont torment you with nipple pinches or porn .............for at least 2 seconds *winks* "you should be safe no Dom's seem to be online at the moment so this shouldn't be a hard place to hang out in...untill it starts getting active"

 

[monique_minx]

Shrugs in agreement, smiling

Good point. Just had nothing to really do and well the first one I won a bet with so I got an hour audio call with him...it rapidly became an hour and a half cause well...I have that effect on people

Giggles and winks

And now, I'm still watching the Upper Floor, I'm a total glutton for punishment, I swear to god

Rolls my eyes

But yeah, I owe in this thread for an intro post but it's tricky. Got all the background in there but now...I'm stuck for what to do with the present!

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

*smiles* it can be hard to concentrate when your brain is scream "OH GOD TAKE ME NOW FUCK ME SILLY" *laughs* I am actually all up to date with threads, but I am sure that will change soon enough I know CK wants to start a new one with me.

 

[monique_minx]

Could you not say that?!

Giggles and blushes, groaning

Well darl, I'm outta here for a bit, got an RL friend on IM who's about to keep me fairly one fucking track if I know him! Goodnight!

Grins and vanishes, leaving my glass on the floor

 

[Rayne_Clowd]

night darlin I am off to bed too night *blows kisses and vanishes *

 

[Cosmic Knight]

Sends a Hi to both Minx and Rayne, even though both are probably well esconced in their beds at this time, awaiting their Antipodean dawn

My furst visit here also, and I do like the name.

 

[Light Ice]

When I was a child everyone had to write a small paper on what they wanted to be. Astronauts. Firefighters. Paleontologists. These were the dominate choices amongst the small gathering of nine-year old boys and girls circled in the audience. I remember answering that I wanted to be an artist. A novelist. And when I was asked why my answer was this:

I wanted to move people.

But I'm not an artist. I never will be. My desires were never built around the person that I was born to be. The cold and stoic truth that I've held runs almost absolutely contrary to the things that I find beautiful. It's something I've struggled with. It's something that's troubled me.

Music, however, is pure. It transcends the limits of my words and the man that I've grown to be. And here, in Trevor's club, it is natural to sit on a stage before a crowd of strange faces and let my fingers guide the sticks to the skins stretching out infront of me.

Thump Thu Thu Thump.

Vibrations convey sounds. A beat. My hands holding a cadence for my friends to follow. Guitar, Bass, and Keyboard swiftly join. A rising chorus of sounds. A symphony. The lyrics are ingrained in me. I feel them more then I know them. I've been told that carrying a melody while holding a rhythm is one of the more difficult chores in music but I've never felt that way. To me, when I drum, I am closer to the music. I am it's face and it's backbone. It's a position that I am glad to carry.

Fuck, I wonder if anyone in this crowd even knows this fucking song.

My hands arc the sticks down, guide them. I can feel every impact. Feel the rhythm arc through me, chase my thoughts away. I sing. The microphone infront of me is black and menacing. My eyes scan the crowd.

"Boards on the window
Mail by the door
Why would anybody leave so quickly for
Ophelia?
Where have you gone?" I sing.

My voice isn't sweet. It's a drawl. A booming exclamation. I attack the notes, feel them. My thoughts slip away and my eyes close. The darkness spins my head, a dangerous state for a man as drunk as I. Thank god my hands ground me, remind me of the world, keep me from rolling back right out of my stool and onto the ground.

Thank god, honestly, that Trevor is serving the band for free tonight.

"The old neighborhood
Just ain't the same
Nobody knows just
What became of
Ophelia?
Tell me what went wrong?"

So many things went wrong. But that's life. The sob stories of some of the regulars have never entertained me. Too whiny. Too selfish. The darkness of the world touches us all, harms us, scars us.


"Was it somethin' that somebody said?
Mama I know we broke the rules
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey, you know
I'd die for you!"

I love that guitar here. That small little riff that forms a bridge between my voice and the song's core. Bullshit aside, Trevor's is a nice place. A few of the girls are bopping their heads. I catch a glimpse of smiles through half-lidded eyes.

Ain't nothing to be said against the classics.

"Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear?
Like Ophelia
Please darken my door.

Was it somethin' that somebody said?
Honey, you know we broke the rule
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey you know
I'd die for you


they got your number
scared and runnin'
but I'm still waitin' for
the second coming
of Ophelia
come back home!"

The finish is clean. My head isn't. Thoughts ramble as soon as the song stops. The pulse of my set, the tremor in my arms from every hard impact of stick to skin. All at once the purity of it is gone and I'm left staring at unfamiliar faces and the dense fetch of the club.

Fuck 'em.

My beer is warm but I drink it otherwise, exhaling away from the microphone that hangs near me. Robbie glances down his guitar neck and towards me. It reminds me of a soldier with his rifle. A strange thought given the circumstance but I'm drunk, wasted, and this night has been anything but ordinary.

"Alright." I say. Nodding. I know what he wants. Leaning to the microphone I let my fingers guide the sticks to a rhythm, building it steadily. The music is a soothing change from the quiet. I can feel my thoughts slowly slip away and my feelings rise up again, carried by the lyrics I'm about to commit to.

 

[FuckFantasy]

Struts in. Grins. Dances to the chorus. Throws a pair of panties at the sexy drummer. Whistles. Runs to the back.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

Speechless almost

WOW LightIce, that was stunning!

 

[yeishia]

Last night I had listened to the new drummer from the other end of the bar, sipping my Perrier and dancing a private dance for one as I swayed and sipped my drink.

Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear?

Caught up in the music, I was sad when it had come to the end, not wanting to remain any longer,I had taken the elevator back to my own room, I felt lazy hazey and very much uplifted by the fabulous music. His voice had melted my soul, so sexy, so surreal.

I was happy the band would become a permanent fixture of the club, a little class was always welcome even in the most decedent of places, and the Club de Sade was very defiantly that.

Sleep had claimed me but the music had played on in my dreams.......

 

[Gaias_child]

*signs the waiver and then slowly walks into the interior of the club,looking around, wondering what her second visit to the club will bring

 

[Last_Rider]

stretches and yawns, his late night last night wreaking havoc with his sleep schedule. He slips onto a couch, relaxing.

Evening Gaia, I hope you're well.

 

[Veroe]

Comes in and sits with his laptop, have a few posts to catch up on. My dear friend Yeishia has been keeping me busy, busy, busy keeping up with her .

One done, one to go.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

*Walks in for his second visit, looks round and smiles.*

"Hello, it is good to be here."

 

[Light Ice]

I tip my glass to Veroe. He's a fixture around these parts. One of the few guys, from my angle, that aren't completely out of their mind. Good company. I'm glad to be here.

The band is gone. Well, mostly. Robbie's out cold in the dressing room. Too much too fast. It's just the way he is. We like it that way.

The piano under my hands feels foreign, yet. I play it regardless. Each strike rings through the room, lending it a different sound. A contrast, bold and clear, that is distinct against the regular club music that beats itself through the halls here.

I'm playing Chopin. Mostly for kicks. It's a way to stretch my hands, fight the fatigue. My drink is ontop of the runner infront of me, the Krakour sounds gorgeous. It helps chase the hum of my buzz away.

 

[Veroe]

I pause as I listen to LI playing on the piano. I decide hiring him and his band was a good idea, though they were a constant distraction to the waitresses, fast becoming groupies and/or conquests to the bandmembers. I chuckle *musicians and pretty girls such a cliche*

I nod at CK's greeting, Hello, the club's fairly dead during the day, but its more a place for the nightlife anyway.

 

[Cosmic Knight]

I nod at CK's greeting, Hello, the club's fairly dead during the day, but its more a place for the nightlife anyway.

Thanks for that, but, it may well be the problem, as it is a long way from England to LA

 

[Light Ice]

I switch to the third suite, a solo for piano. Chopin is an essential for any child learning the piano. It's drummed into them. Taught more for its elegant cadences and changes then sentiment. It's a lesson, each time you plan it. I remember that now as I miskey a chord. A rare moment where my fingers won't behave.

"Hey." I say, glancing sidelong to Veroe as he works. "A Catholic Priest and a Rabbi are walking down the street. A boy bends over to pick something up as they pass. The Priest leans to the Rabbi and says, 'Boy, I'd love to fuck him.'

"The Rabbi says, 'Out of what?'"

I let the punch line linger. Aware, with a roguish grin, that it's far from a sensitive joke. It serves as an emphasis to the crescendo I am cresting, riding it out with nimble hands.

This Krakour will do just fine.

 

[Last_Rider]

A fair point CK.

flops onto a couch, eyes half closed, relaxing

I really shouldn't find that funny LI, but it is.