Dungeons and Darkness (Bye invite only)

[Sweetp4u]

Amber McKinnon

"Now now Ramon.. Don't hog all the good business to yourself.." I playfully gave him a little nudge.

"I own McKinnon Records and I am interested in producing but I do need to hear more to be certain..." My eyes briefly ran over the singer.. He did have the look that was definately appealing to the younger generation.. The ones who bought this type of music..

Turning back to Ramon I winked and smiled, "Until tomorrow tiger.." Patting his bottom on my way past, I handed the singer my card. "I dont usually recruit, but you have something special.. Perhaps tomorrow you could play me some different songs? If you are interested.. Pleasure meeting you both." Walking out quietly, I exited the office stairs and moved past the bar tender. I noticed his eyes following me, but not in that sexual manner.. More like I was a threat?

Shaking my head, very amused with that thought, I walked outside and stepped into the limo. "Home Trey." The driver pulled off and melted into traffic. I had an hour drive home into the Snooty side of town, but I didn't mind. I had alot on my mind.. Ramon and the new group.. Both could possibly keep me busy for sometime.. And perhaps not?

Sitting back, I said nothing the entire ride home.

 

[poohlive]

Dale sat with ease inside the cushions of the couch, his muscles relaxed, unable to hold his weight anymore. Maybe they had called strike against him. All of his muscles decided they were done working for him, and had let him go. He now sat there, his body in a lapse that would only subside if his muscles got more breaks, hourly wages, and a decent lunch hour.
"Ha ha," he laughed, out loud at this thought, braying into the hazy room with bad music been played too loud. A woman to his right turned, giving him an almost brazen look, but her eyes were bloodshot, so it only came out as an annoyed albino.
Other people didn't seem to notice. Just a minute before someone else had begun crying softly in the corner. No one gave him any bother either. This was a drug party, however you wanted to go up or down was your business. Some laughed, some cried, some swatted at imaginary spiders coming out to steal their souls.
He hated when that happened.
Most of the time he just lived inside his own little mind, pondering at the funny little realities of life. Some made him crack up, while others made him want to hit something... hard. The government had fucked him up, and he didn't have a single say in the matter. Fuck them, he was going to break a lamp. That would teach George W...
Bobby sat down next to him, making the couch bob up and down. For a moment, as he flew off of the coushion and into the air, he thought he was on a ship, and waves were cracking up against the bow. Was it rough weather ahead? He thought so. His hand, having forgotten about the earlier strike, held onto the side for survival.
The woman with bloodshot eyes scooted away from them, having already gone into her own little world. She let her hand wave slowly back and forth in front of her, ever so often slapping at things in the air only she could see.
"Take a hit," Bobby handed him a bong, red glowing embers already lined up. Dale tried to shake his head, thinking that whatever was already in his system was doing a pretty goof job of fucking things up as it is, but Bobby wouldn't even let him try.
"Man up, fucker. This is the shit, Colombian green, I'm tellng you."
"I've got work tomorrow," Vague memories of responsibility came bubbling up through his already damaged conscious mind. He remembered that Mother's Day was coming up. He needed to get his mother a present, maybe some flowers, or a nice set of candles.
"Man up, fucker. You can leave after you hit."
The albino woman was reaching for the bong. She was slow, like in a dream. Dale thought he could hear something coming from her, but either she was being incoherent, or his ears refused to translate the sounds into anything understandable. Whatever the case, she had a definite interest in the shit.
"Fuck you, bitch. Get off of me. You had your chance, just fucking tweak on your own. Dale, I'm serious... down this fucker or I don't ever want to see your ass here again."
Part of him woke up after this. It was as if he were struggling somewhere deep down inside. His entire body coiled up in rope, but he struggled in any case, wanting to free himself. It didn't work, whatever tried to come up, but he felt it just the same. Something was trying to move.
"All right," he put his lips to the bong, and breathed in deeply. The nearly hot stagnant air reached his lungs, and he wanted to cough at once. His body pleaded with him to get the poisons out of him, but he fought to hold it in.
Whisps of smoke tendrils left his lips as he leaned back on the couch.
"That's right, fucker. That's what I'm talking about."
Bobby let another person take the bong, letting them finish with it. He then turned back to the woman, who was following imaginary creatures as they explored the armrest she was sitting beside. Bobby began to touch her. At first she didn't mind at all, but then as he became more rough, and began to take her clothes off, she struggled.
He slapped her.
She cried, but didn't complain as he continued to touch her.
Dale felt like a fish out of water. He didn't remember when he let the hit go, or the fresh air coming back into his lungs. He was breathing, so he didn't care too much. He thanked the brain for having to do some things automatic. If he had to remember to breath all the time, he didn't think he would live for too long, especially when he got fucked up on shit.
What was in that?
He let a hand, barely able to recognize the command of grabbing Bobby's attention, mover over to tap him, but Bobby didn't pay any attention. He was on top of the Albino, fucking her as she cried softly to herself.
Dale wanted to get up. He had work tomorrow, and somehow being that close to rape was beginning to bother him. Not enough that he could do anything about it, but enough that he would leave. He didn't think he could do anything in his condition anyway. Maybe mutter something about ethics. Bobby didn't care about ethics though.
He was up.
How did that happen? He thought about getting up, but didn't actually make any plans to do so. Here he was though, standing on his own two feet, right next to the couch.
The door.
As if on cue, his body began to move, slowly and carefully towards the door. He wasn't sure if it was moving slowly or carefully, cause as he was walking over a lamp jumped out to bite him. He hit at it, and it smashed onto the floor.
The lamp had jumped out at him, right?
What in the hell was in that shit?
He walked to the door, putting both of his hands on it for support. His body threatened to collapse to the floor right here, but he needed to get out, get to his own apartment. He needed sleep.
There was a knock on the door.
"A monster," his mind screamed at him. Somewhere, deep down, that struggling part of him screamed it was a monster. A monster was coming, a monster was coming. Something with big teeth was on the other side of that door, and it wanted to eath them all.
Don't open the door.
His hand reached down to the knob. There were no monsters, only people like Bobby who got his friends fucked up and then raped women he didn't know on the couch. That was the only monster he knew.
The door came open. Dale saw a man with slicked back hair and a deadly twinkle in his eyes. He took a step back, looking at the man that stood outside.
It was a monster!
How could it be a monster?
The man smiled, revealing huge teeth, bright and shiny. They wanted to tear him apart, each and every one.
"No... no," Was all he managed, but he wanted to say so much more. He wanted to run, to hide, something, but all that came out was No. Fuck, fuck.
A hand grabbed for his neck, throwing him into the far wall. Dale remembered flying, and then a thud. Something began to drip from his head, and he could feel something sticking into his arm, but he felt no pain.
Nothing.
"Monsters are coming," He said through a blood filled mouth, but no one heard. No one understood. As he blacked out, he heard the first sounds of the feast. They would have their fill before the night was over.
(it's not over, but I thought that was enough to start)

 

[poohlive]

Naked, and oiled for pleasure, Dale begins to undress you with his eyes from across the room.
Oh, behave...

 

[poohlive]

Anyone ever pressed it four times? It's gotta be a record for me...

 

[poohlive]

Dale does a happy dance around the May pole
WHEEEE!!!