Club Eroticus

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She had served a guy sitting in the corner by himself a few drinks already, and when she brought the 4th he asked her to sit for a moment. He told her how he had been coming here since the night this place opened, and hadn't see her before.
"I'm new here, this is only my second night."
He nodded, "Yes, I can see that. Do you enjoy working here so far?" She nodded and smiled. It was different true, but it was pleasant.
"I like it so far, the other employee's have been tollerant of me."
He smiled sipping his drink. "I doubt anyone just tollerates you"
She knew that was a come on line, just the way he said it. She felt a little uneasy, but he had a soothing voice. And they were in a very public place. The music changed to a slow grinding song. She watched a few people on the dance floor moving to it sensually. She glanced back, and he was standing there. His smile faint, but there. He held out his hand to her.
"Care to break in and dance with me?"
She smiled, "Alright, let me take my tray to Jorja over there."
She stood with his help and took her tray and bank to Jorja.
"I'll be dancing one with the gentleman over there, and returning in a moment."
She had no intentions of dancing more than one, Even though there were seven other servers out there. She would do her job.
He held the small of her back as he escorted her out to the dance floor. She eyed him wearily, wondering how he wanted to dance exactly.
He solved her worries by wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her to him. At first he just swayed side to side with her. His eyes smiling down into hers.
"So, how long do you plan on working for Mr E.?" He pulled her a little closer, her hands came up to rest against his chest.
"As long as I can, or until I graduate in two months."
His hands splayed open a little, she felt his fingertips brush against the very top of her ass. She held herself pretty well considering his moves. He moved one of his legs inbetween hers, and turned her a little.
"What is your major?"
She had to think for a moment with his leg rubbing between hers.
"A-Accounting" She smiled a little, feeling herself heat up from the close contact.
"Nice profession, and pays well too. I wish you luck with it."
He bent a little, his thigh moving up higher between her legs. She hand to bend with him inorder to keep her balance. One of his hands moved up her bare back, holding her to him.
"Thank you.. Mr? I dont even know your name. I am Nicole, by the way." She felt tingles up her spine from the light brushing of his hand along her back.
"No mister, just Mason." He winked at her and pulled her closer, she could swear he had her pressed as tightly as he possibly could to his upper thigh. This one was a smooth one, but she knew his game already.
"Well Mason, nice to meet you. I am sure we'll meet again, if you are here often."
He smiled at her, and moved her around the floor in slow samba like circles. The music started to change, one of those dance remixes. She stepped back, a little flushed from being pressed to him so closely.
"Thank you for the dance, Shall we return to the table?" She didn't know exactly how long she was to chit chat with the customers, but she was sure she had given him enough time.
"Yes, Nicole. Lets return"
He put his hand once again at the small of her back, and walked her upstairs to his corner table.
His dark looks were very appealing, but he just didn't have the touch she wanted to feel. No Electricity there.
She smiled as he sat back down into his seat. A blonde woman, very attractive came to the table and climbed in. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, then turned her curious eyes on Nicole.
"Well Mason, it was a pleasure to meet you. I will check back with you soon for a refill." She turned to go, and his hand on her arm stopped her. She turned back with the question in her eyes.
"Oh pardon my rudeness, would your guest like a drink?"
The blonde held up her screwdriver, and shook her head no.
Mason stood up and pulled out his wallet, handing her a fifty.
"For?" He looked as if he wanted to say more, but didn't.
He smiled and bent forward, kissing her cheek softly. Then his lips moved closer and kiss by the corner of her mouth.
"For the drink, and wonderful dance, may we soon share another.." he wasnt asking, but merely hoping.
She smiled, "Thank you, and I'll return again."
She walked off, the fifty in her hand, and her mind curious. She went to the station at Jorja's bar and picked her tray up, and got her bank from Jorja. She slipped the fifty inside, that would go into Mr. E's tip box until sunday night. She sat there a little curious as to why that man had given her such a big tip? His drink was barely five dollars. She sat there, not turning back to look at him, but she had a real big smile on her face. Flattery was nice to any female, no matter how often they got it or didn't.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

I felt so conspicuous moving across the room to the stairs, like all eyes were glued on me. I tried convincing myself it was just nerves. After all, this was someone I knew (sort of), at least I knew his sister fairly well, and this was just for a few minutes, an innocent drink and get-to-know-each-other kind of session. I felt my body betray me with a pleasurable ripple as Eroticus gave me his hand to help me start up the stairs. Damn! Why did I have to wear such high heels. They'll make my whole body twist and turn as I walk up the stairs.

As we entered his office, I couldn't help but be impressed. It was a beautiful room, well appointed and very comfortable. One couldn't help but notice the window overlooking the dance floor. The various collections dotting the lounge (for it could hardly be called an office) were impressive and valuable. Barnie had trained me well in spotting fakes and there wasn't one in the entire room.

Eroticus led me over to the window, like a king surveying his kingdom. Pointing out a couple in the shadows he began telling me about their just meeting. His voice turned silky, sultry, as he began to explain what I could not fully see from this height. He put his arms around me and led me to the fireplace where we sat on the couch. It was a warm, comforting area.

Then he did something on a control panel and suddenly the couple appeared on a large monitor. I gasped when I saw them, for they were mostly hidden behind a speaker, embracing, kissing, fondling, then more than fondling. The woman fairly threw herself to the floor, unzipping the man's trousers and exposing his manhood. What made me gasp, though, was what she was doing with her mouth. She was licking him like a lollipop, sucking on the head, fully engulfing his rod into her mouth, cupping his scrotum with her hand and squeezing. His eyes were rolled back into his head as he grabbed her head and pushed down.

A delicious but disturbing warmth had spread into my breasts and down into my loins. My hands flew of their own volition to my chest and stomach, my eyes wide, my breathing increasing. Much to my dismay, I felt myself getting wet and my nipples hardening.

Eroticus apologized if this bothered me and asked if he should turn it off. I didn't know what to say. It seemed so matter-of-fact to him. I stammered, "No, not at all," as I rose and approached the fireplace, turning my back to the monitor. I was afraid he'd seen how my body was reacting. I began to tremble and had to reach for the fireplace mantle as the room began to swim. My mouth was suddenly dry and I asked if I could have something to drink.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake

The night was bustling. Nicole seemed to be getting over her beginner's blues, and eventually got swept onto the dance floor by Mason, one of the Club's regulars. I got little chance for breaks tonight, even tho Eve, my partner behind the cavern bar, was urging me to. But they kept pouring in and I didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone.

As I scanned the room for stories to tell my grandchildren I noticed a couple in a booth on the far side. Nothing unusual except that she seemed uneasy with his presence. I made a mental note to keep track of them just in case there was trouble.

"Take a break, Jake," Eve loved saying that, and gave me a big smile. We made quite a sight, me at six foot five, and her at five foot nothing. Her short blond hair framed a plain but eager face, a friend to all. We hadn't ever hung out outside the bar, but I had heard her talking about her boyfriends, a new one every week or so, and I was pretty sure that she could be a handful.

"I will, I will," I assured her. "I'll just wait til we get through this rush. They can't keep coming like this all night."

"Hey, this is THE place to be," she shot back.

I heard a loud "NO!" from across the room and saw the woman flailing her arms at the man beside her. I motioned to Eve that I was monitoring the situation, and finished up a large order of drinks for Nicole. "Have you any idea what's going on between them?" I whispered in Nicole's ear, pointing them out to her. She smelled great, and I could fell the heat still radiating off her body from her dance excursion.

The woman again started struggling with the guys hands all over her. I moved quickly and silently across the floor, sliding almost unseen into the bench across the table from them. "Everything OK?" The woman was relieved to have some help. The guy gave me a tough guy look and told me to fuck off. He returned to grabbing the lady's breasts. She smacked him across the face.

"Time to move on, buddy," I tried in my gentlist voice. With that he growled at me, and rose from his seat to intimidate me with a menacing fist. As soon as I stood he knew the gig was up, and quietly moved away. I turned to the lady, "Sorry about that. I'll get your drink refilled, on the house." I turned to leave.

"Hey! Jake, I'm Jacqui. Thanks."

 

[Kandi]

OOC: can I jump in somewhere?

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay had been outside making sure the two college types made it to their own cars without fighting each other. Boys will be boys and after too many beers it was time to get them on their way. Clay grinned, the Club didn't see many college kids and at these drink prices not many could afford it. Every so often the guys would come in for some of the amazing eye candy. They never seem to get it though, blue jeans and t-shirts do not attract women in silk dresses.

As Clay came back in, he caught the tail end of Jake's confrontation. Damn it, no one acts that way on my watch Clay fumed. Jake could handle himself - Clay had seen him in action once, but this was his job. The one cardinal rule of the Club is that no one touched a woman who was unwilling. No second chances. Mr. E knew he had to keep this place safe for the ladies. Silently Clay came up behind the man, and grabbed his collar from behind.

Its time for you to go pal. We don't act like that here. Don't come back...

With that Clay walked him to the door and pushed him hard sending him sprawling face first into the parking lot. The man got up, enraged. He took a look at the menacing - and sober - bouncer and stopped. The man cursed at the top of his lungs all the way to his car. He drove off in a cloud of rubber. Clay received applause from all the patrons at the entrance. Ever the ham, Clay bowed at the waist, smiling. As he looked up, he saw her. Drop dead gorgeous and standing there with a bemused smile on her face watching him....

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She set the drinks on her tray and turned to look where Jake had nodded towards.
"Not to sure, but the guy is drunk. I did hear him offer her a drink and friendly conversation. Doesn't look to friendly to me.."
With this said Jake walked towards the table. He was a big guy, and wouldn't need any help from the looks of things. It was her break time in a few minutes, So she was going to hurry her delivery up.
She took the few drinks to the tables who asked for them. Stopped along the way to hear a dirty joke, and laugh. Shook hands with another regular, and finally made it back to the Bar.
She locked her bank into a little safe, and put her tray away.
She turned to Eve, "Break time, I'll be back in 30 minutes."
Eve nodded her head and went back to serving everyone vying for her attention.
Nicole smiled at their antics and left the floor. Entering the backrooom, she sat down. Taking off her heels, she opened the fridge and pulled out her sandwich and coke.
"Now this will be nice and quiet."
No one but her was in the employee lounge right now, it was not to quiet though. The music pumped through the walls a little. She bobbed her foot to the beat and ate. Reading the different articles in someone's Penthouse they left in there.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja smiled amiably at the guy sitting at the bar, decked out like he had just robbed a jewelry store in his pounds of chains and studded earrings, who was going into a lengthy monolog of the evil of society as a whole and the unnecessary prejudice against people who pushed shopping carts at grocery stores for a living, nursing a Rolling Rock the entire time. You just never could tell who would show up next in a place like this.

Two young couples entered, and glad to have an excuse to make a hasty exit from this monotonous conversation, Jorja took their orders. Turning to make the bloody mary, tom collins, and two iced teas requested, Jorja glanced at her watch again, stretching her slightly stiff shoulders in a feline motion. Passing the four drinks over, she looked relieved when Zack showed up to take over for awhile. Thanking him with a chaste kiss on his clean-shaven cheek, she slipped from behind the bar, to make her own rounds of the establishment.

Catching the tail end of the commotion on the lower level, she watched as Clay entered again, brushing his hands distastefully on his slacks. Pressing between the crowded tables, Jorja found the majority of the bar stools open and perched on one, shouting a greeting to Eve who looked up to her ears in customers. Jake was comforting the woman, something that his rich voice did easily, and returned to the bar. Accepting the glass of seltzer and lime he handed she nodded in the direction of the table that had attracted the recent attention.

“Miss all the excitement, don’t I?”

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake

As I headed back to te bar, I noticed that things had finally calmed down at the bar. "Eve, you think you can handle things for a few while I take a break?" She didn't even answer, just flashed me her biggest grin, and waved me away.

I headed for the lounge fully expecting be alone. Swinging the door open, the first thing I see is Nicole more relaxed than I've ever seen her, her hand down the front of her skirt, a Penthouse spread across the table. She was startled, and totally embarassed.

"Relax, love. You're on break, remember, you should be enjoying yourself."

"But, bu . . ."

"But nothing," I interrupted her. "But DO let me know if you need any help with that thing." She smiled. With thoughts of fingering Nicole on my mind I walked to the fridge and pulled out a Fresh Samantha. When I turned back toward Nicole, she was still smiling, her hand still poised for action, and her eyes dropped to the noticable bulge in my pants. I tried my most innocent grin, but I knew that I was busted.

 

[Eroticus]

OOC: Kandi, please jump in anywhere. You could be Eve the bartendrix or Jacqui the abused customer, or make up your own. Glad to have you.

IC: I picked up a phone on the side table and punched in a few numbers and asked for Jorja. Eve passed her the phone.

"Jorja, sweetheart, could you bring a bottle of champaigne up here or, if you're busy, send one of the other girls. I think Mrs. Donovan needs a little cooling off."

I looked right into Candy's eyes and winked as I said this. There was no doubt that her body was quickly overheating from the little show of affection we had been watching. Even though she told me she didn't mind, I could tell better. I switched the monitor to a background scene of a dark misty forest. Then I turned on some soft, slow background music.

"Something cool to drink will be here soon. Care to dance in the meantime?"

Without waiting for an answer I walked over and put my arm on the small of her back, pulling her to me and holding out my hand for hers. We began to sway to the music. My eyes locked on hers and I pulled her closer, wedging my thigh between her legs. I could feel her soft breasts pressing into my torso and the heat of her loins against my leg. Her eyes were pleading, desperate but also insecure and afraid.

"Candy, you are a very beautiful woman, but I sense that you have not felt a man's touch in a long time. I do not mean to offend you or the honor of your... of Barnabas."

I let my hand slip down her lower back to the gentle rise that marked the beginning of her lower body. I couldn't tell how old she was, but she kept herself in good shape. Early fourties I would have guessed.

She started to respond, but stuttered at first.

"Uh... uhm... it's... it's okay."

She closed her eyes. Her body was entirely too tense. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Our feet stopped movind. My other hand went to her waist. Slowly she responded, moving her lips against mine, then parting them. Our tongues met as our kiss became more passionate

Candy wrapped her arms around my neck. My hand slid down over her firm cheeks. I pressed my fingers into her and pulled her tighter to my body. I wedged my thigh hard between her legs. I felt her lower body squirm against me as the side of her hip rubbed across my growing bulge. Our kiss was no longer gentle - we gnawed at each other, our tongues dancing together as a fire burned between us.

Just then we heard the knock on the door. Our champaigne was here. We slowly unglued ourselves. I helped her back to the couch and went to open the door.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja took only the champagne from beneath the bar, knowing Mr. E. had plenty of the finest crystal in his private lounge. Mounting the steps with a practiced sashay, carefully balanced on the sharply cut high heels, she adjusted the white linen towel on her arm and cradled the bottle. Pausing outside Mr. E’s office, Jorja looked in for a moment through the long strips of glass that framed the door, watching their hands roam over each other, oblivious to everything in the heat of the moment. Making her entrance, Jorja handed the bottle to him with a flourish, wiping a stray smudge of lipstick from the skin of his chin with her french tipped nails.

“Here you are, darlin. Enjoy. Will that be all for now...?”

Turning to Candy, Jorja winked as the woman patted down her outfit self-consciously.

“I see you’re enjoying Eroticus’s infamous hospitality, Ms. Donovan. Please...don’t let me interrupt.”

 

[Guest]

Candace

Candy wrapped her arms around my neck. My hand slid down over her firm cheeks. I pressed my fingers into her and pulled her tighter to my body. I wedged my thigh hard between her legs. I felt her lower body squirm against me as the side of her hip rubbed across my growing bulge. Our kiss was no longer gentle - we gnawed at each other, our tongues dancing together as a fire burned between us.
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KNOCK KNOCK - <gasp> The door. Oh, my word. My heart was beating so fast, moisture gathering quicker than ever in my whole life. We slowly parted. I wanted to linger in his embrace, to stoke the fire that had erupted, yet welcomed the aching release. I might be able to catch my breath.

I couldn't believe it when he ordered champagne (could it be only a moment ago?) I love the fine bubbly liquid but knew what it would do to my inhibitions. That's why Barnabus insisted I not indulge while we were together. He so detested the lust it unleashed.

Then a slow, close dance. What a luxury, a taste I hadn't had in years. Once again, those eyes probed into my soul as he led me into his arms. He pulled me intimately close to him, our legs entwined, our hearts beating against the other's.

I trembled and tensed as he mentioned Barnabas' name. I stammered something nearly incoherent in return. His hand trailed deliciously down my back, so close to cupping my cheeks yet so far, and I closed my eyes. He startled me when his lips brushed mine and a sensuous shiver ran through me. As he put his other hand to my waist, I melted, giving in, enjoying what felt like forbidden fruit. My passion rose as our tongues met.

Simultaneously my arms went around his neck and he pulled me to him cupping my cheeks, our pelvises joining. I could feel the heat of his leg pushing up between my legs, and I thrust forward to encouarge it. The fire was almost painful between us as we fed the flame with our desire. Then came the knock. I was so startled, it brought reality rushing back. We'd be seen, yet I didn't want to stop. We slowly parted as he led me to the couch.

I sat there gathering myself together, flushing from the intensity of my lust as he answered the door. I couldn't look up, didn't want to know who had brought the champagne. The next thing I knew, he had put the tray with the ice bucket and glasses on a table next to me. He walked around the back of the couch and put his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. He bent down and kissed my ear, then nuzzled my neck, whispering in my ear...

I nodded and his hands traveled down my bodice, cupping each breast, a light touch but one that sent lightning bolts directly to my pussy. Oh, how could I even think of that word!? But that's what was happening.

He reached for my chiin and turned me toward him and delivered a searching kiss, tongues probing, then almost as quickly parted and offered to uncork the champagne. Again, I numbly nodded. He went to the table and began the ceremony of uncorking the champagne. Again his eyes probed into mine and a slight smile formed on his lips. He appeared about to say something...

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace - OOC

OOC: Obviously that's my post up there.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay was angry. And it was time to do something about it. He had caught that last look of disgust from Jorja, and decided on the spot to have it out with her. Other people were beginning to see her and silently laughing as she constantly got the better of him. She was wrecking his reputation!

Clay saw her ascend up to Mr. E's office. He decided to wait for her at the bottom of the stairs. There was nowhere else for her to go and she couldn't get past him unless he let her. When she came out mere minutes later, she saw him. Her eyes flashed and she descended - her stare never wavering, eyes locked on him in scorn totally unafraid. Why couldn't he intimidate her like he could anyone else?

Perhaps this was not such a good idea after all, but it was too late. She stopped two steps high looking him square in the face, and spoke ...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

occ: olderguy, not to sound mean or anything, but please do not write for my character. ty hun.


IC:

She glanced up from her reading as Jake walked into the break room. She smiled warmly and went back to reading. This article was interesting, telling of how slow sensual massage turned on both men and women. She twined her fingers together and rested her chin on them. Her eyes moving slowly to read, She glanced down at her dinner. She needed to eat before she had to go back to work. Folding the book closed, she picked up her sandwich and popped her coke open.
"How goes things out there Jake? The onry dude leave yet?"
She sat back, watching him move to the fridge. She ignored his sugestion of him helping her out. But she did blush a little. He was a very sweet guy, and not bad to look at either.
She shifted in her seat as he came nearer to her. She began to wonder if she was the ice queen?
Eating her sandwich, she swallowed and quickly washed it down with coke. Her curious side taking over.
"So.. How would you help me out Jake?"
She just bit into the temptation apple.

 

[Eroticus]

"Jorja, sweetheart, you look ravishing as always. I was going to ask you to stay and help break the ice, but Mrs. Donovan seems to be doing fine. The champagne should finish the job nicely. Maybe later we can hit the dance floor. We always did move smoothly together."

I kissed her on the cheek and gave her ass a little squeeze, then sent her on her way. As she went down the stairs she exaggerated the sway of her cheeks as a subtle reminder of the dynamite she packed underneath.

I put the champagne on ice, then moved behind Candy and massaged her shoulders. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. I could see the deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts well exposed by the low cut outfit she was wearing. I could tell by her breathing she wanted more now that she had a taste of what is was like to be with a man again.

I leaned down and nibbled on her ear, then whispered, "Your breasts are magnificent my dear. Would you like me to touch them?"

She nodded as if in a trance. My hands traveled down and cupped her full and firm beauties. She squirmed in her seat as I brushed my fingers lightly across her breasts and over their rigid peaks. Then I turned her head to me and planted another long, wet kiss on her lips. As I pulled away I could see in her eyes a lust and desire that had captured her senses.

I took a break to open the champagne, poured us two tall glasses and sat next to her and toasted her beauty. I drained my glass. She followed my example and we repeated with a second. Her face flushed as the effect of the champagne moved to her head. Whatever inhibitions she had previously were tucked away.

"Now, my love, it's time to unlock the passions burning inside and let you become the woman you yearn to be.”

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“What the hell is your problem, Clay?”

Jorja glared at the masculine figure standing at the base of the stairs. She could tell by the silky head of hair that it was the resident, moody bouncer. That hair which most other girls fantasized about running their fingers through, and which she had only the desire to rip out. Descending the stairs as gracefully as one could in platforms, she stopped two stairs above the floor, bracing herself with the railings as she leaned forward, eye level with Clay. He seemed a bit taken back by her venomous tone, and she decided to make the most of this uncomfortable moment.

“Have you always gotten your kicks by harassing women?”

Staring at him from slitted eyes, Jorja drummed her nails metallically on the railings, daring him to respond.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

As he pulled away to pour the champagne I could tell he knew what I was feeling. This was a Master at reading people, especially women. I yearned for his touch to return but dared not voice it.

He expertly uncorked the champagne, spilling not a drop, and handed me a glass. His toast made me blush. I was unused to being complimented but relished it. He downed the glass, as did I, and poured another. As I drank the second glass, I could feel my desire building, one of the benefits of my love for champagne. But this was a man I desired without the benefit of the aphrodisiac so it only heightened the burn. His every move made me tingle in anticipation.

"Now, my love, it's time to unlock the passions burning inside and let you become the woman you yearn to be.”

My hand flew to my mouth as I rose from the couch. My nipples were erect and there was a curious tingling in my loins. I could barely breathe.

"Oh, yes," I whispered, "but no, I couldn't. It wouldn't be right. What if..."

He lifted a finger to his lips, as if to quell my speech. My heart raced. I took a tentative step toward him, our eyes locking.

 

[Eroticus]

She stood before me, her hand on her face. She still voiced doubts, but her eyes betrayed her. She stepped forward. I slowly examined her body with my eyes, admiring the bulges and curves beneath her outer veil. Then I looked back up to her lust filled eyes and spoke.

"Candy, I have no right to demand this of you, but I must speak how I feel. My eyes ask if they can feast upon the glorious treasures buried beneath your lavender sheath, which merely teases by giving a hint of the hidden beauty. Please... I am asking you as an admirer, don't be afraid to disrobe before me."

I could see her hesitate. This was not what she was expecting. She looked back at me and saw the tenderness in my expression. I smiled, then whispered to her, "It's okay..."

 

[Kandi]

Kandi

OOC: Kandi, 18, a 5'11" skinny virgin tomboy, trying desperately to figure out her own sexuality before letting someone else's trip take over too much of her time, a first timer at the Club.

IC: I sat at the bar sipping gin and tonics most of the night. Nobody spoke to me - I was used to that - all my life I've felt like this invisible giant. But it was also kind of useful, because one of my favorite things to do was watch other people. I could never be a real recluse, cause I really loved to watch. And this seemed like the perfect place. I could already see that Jake was the kind of guy I could be friends with, maybe even more, but he seemed already to have too much on his plate here.

And Eve was really sweet, in a sassy way. The rest of them would take more study. They all seemed too bold and sure of themselves for my taste. Jake had run off to rescue a damsel in distress, and then he disappeared. Eve was handling things, and here I sat waiting for . . . Waiting for what?

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay had wavered while Jorja came down the stairs, but when she faced him off he felt the familiar surge of anger at her insolent tone. He had called this play, forced a confrontation and he was going to follow it through. His old coach had always told him decide what you are going to do and execute. He was right. Leaning in to violate her sense of space - mere inches from her face, Clay said slowly;

"My problem Jorja , is you. And your haughty attitude. It's exactly this tone in your voice and the contempt for me that you wear on your sleeve that bugs me. We both are here for the long run, so we sure as hell better find a way to get along. "

"You put on a great show for these men here who drool over your fantastic body and cleavage. Just remember this, while they all fawn over your front, who has your back? That's me. There will come a time sooner than later that you will need me. You know I'm right. I'll be there for you - count on it. "

Stepping back a stride and mustering up his best smile Clay finished:

"So let's bury the hatchet. What do you say ?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Born August 3rd, under the Lion, Jorja had once read a description of her astrological sign in the newspaper horoscopes. Despite how few of the traits she actually acknowedged in herself, it had suited her more perfectly than she would ever have dared to admit.

Leo {July 23 to August 24}The dark side of Leo creeps out usually when they are, (or think that they are), being ignored. Sulking results when they are not the absolute center of attention. Leo will drum up some scene both good and bad to get attention, any attention! Leos can be very self opinionated, bombastic, and overbearing. One of Leos' most noted traits is too much pride, leading to pomposity and snobbery. The other noted negative trait is being far to touchy...touchy about everything. When Leos pride and feelings are hurt the temperature drops, they become very touchy and retire to their throne.

Clay provoked this naturally pugnacious side of her in a way no one had before. Every curl of the lips and offhanded raking of his hair seemed a challenge to her. He had started this wanting conflict, and that was fully what she intended on giving him. No way was she going to let him get off the hook with a handshake, a civil tongue, and his ego fully intact.

"I think I can take care of myself. In case you hadn't noticed...I am a big girl."

Tossing her hair over her shoulders with a look of defiance, she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly at his words. Leaning further down so they were essentially eye level, she hissed at his between clenched teeth, a mockingly surprised tone in her voice.

"Are you coming on to me, Clay? I think this is what they'd call...a love/hate relationship..."

 

[TygerEyez]

Sara

ooc: Sara O'dell
23 year old business woman
Comes to the club after work.
Medium height, auburn hair, brown eyes.

bic:

I snapped my briefcase shut, and tossed it in the backseat. No more work for tonight, or for the weekend. It was party time. Locking the car and getting out, I quickly found my way to the entrance and walked in. I was a regular here, for the past year or so.

I smiled my hellos at the ones I knew, nodded politely to the ones I didn't. I unbuttoned the fitted-jacket of my pant suit, and took a seat next to a very young looking girl at the bar. She didn't look a day over 18, but I'd snuck into bars before. No sense ratting her out. She looked nervous as it was.

"Hey, there. How're you?"

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

He kept surprising me, this take-charge guy. I had fully expected to be seduced after our initial flare of passionate kissing and fondling. But now this was totally unexpected, this ... invitation to proceed slowly, to tantalize the senses by shedding the layers of protection I'd built around myself.

I slowly approached him, heat building in the core of myself. His whispered "it's okay" let loose the last hesitation I'd had, so tender, so compassionate, yet so seductive. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him to my eager mouth, and kissed him, sweetly, briefly. His arms had gone around my waist, pulling me to him. I slowly reached behind me to disengage his hold, then guided his hands slowly over my breasts, down my waist, to my hips. I looked deeply into his eyes and saw encouragement.

His hands still on my hips, I reached up to the plunging neckline of my jacket and let loose the first button, then the second, revealing the deep purple bustier, all satin and lace. His eyes slowly traveled from my face down, examining in detail every inch of my jawline, my ears, neck, shoulders. He then fixed his gaze on my trembling chest as I proceeded to complete the task of opening my jacket to him.

He moved not a muscle as I slipped the jacket from my shoulders, though I could detect a sigh escaping from his lips and his breath gracing my body. Then, reaching behind me, I found the zipper to the skirt and slowly inched it down, gravity taking the fabric to the floor. I stepped out of the folds toward him, our bodies brushing together as I kicked the skirt away. The whisper of his clothing on my skin took my breath away.

He replaced his hands on my shoulders and surveyed me from the bottom up: Dark purple high heels, traveling up the accentuated calves covered in sheer stockings, up to the deep purple bikinis and black garter.

I began to tremble as he gathered me in his arms and began caressing my back, kissing the nape of my neck, murmuring acceptance and encouragement. My skin thrilled to his touch, the warmth of his breath on me. My nipples strained at the fabric wanting to be unleashed. "More?" I murmured.

 

[Eroticus]

I reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it drop to the floor. I slid my hands down the sides of her arms and stepped back, admiring the perfect slope of her breasts with the firm roundness below pushing her nipples upward. I cupped my hands underneath wrapping my fingers around the soft. warm flesh. My thumbs found her nipples and pressed against the small hard tips.

She was on fire. I could smell her womanly essence leaking out from between her legs. Looking into her lust filled eyes, I moved one of my hands down across her stomach until my fingertips slipped beneath the fabric of the tiny purple silk covering her most treasured secrets. My hand went deeper across the soft curly strands covering her mound until my fingers reached the moist flesh of her womanhood.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she gasped as my fingers pushed apart her fleshy lips and found the gateway to her hidden treasures. I pushed two fingers inside her steamy passage. She closed her eyes and let out a gasp. Her hips moved against my fingers trying to drive them deeper. My other hand pinched her nipple hard causing her to moan out loud.

“Oooohhh… aaaahhhhhh…”

Just as her passions were beginning to boil, I pulled my fingers from inside her and stepped back. Her eyes begged me for more. I grabbed my shirt and ripped the buttons from it , letting it fall to the floor. She looked at my powerful chest covered with light brown hair and the taught muscle of my stomach. Then I unfastened my trousers, letting them fall to the floor. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so my semi-erect cock was hanging from me like a large slab of meat.

Candy’s eyes dropped and focused on my manhood. I knew what she wanted. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She grabbed my hips and slowly dropped to her knees.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay was surprised at the vehemence of Jorja's response. He had come to extend an olive branch and bury the hatchet. Jorja did just that - bury the hatchet in his skull. The mocking tone and the "I am woman hear me roar" speech he half expected, it was the last sentence that hung in the air -

Are you coming on to me, Clay? I think this is what they'd call...a love/hate relationship

The old Persuaders song lyric " It's a thin line between love and hate certainly applied here. So she thinks she's always in control. Never needing anyone, always so self reliant. Just when she thinks she has it all figured out, the world kicks her in the ass. Like now.

Clay did something that was totally out of character. He acted impulsively. As Jorja leaned in hissing between her teeth those last words, Clay looked at those blackberry colored lips and grabbing the back of her head and kissed Jorja hard holding her against her will while he did so ....