Orgy Fest? *wicked grin*

[Guest]

'Cute penguin,' says Silvija K to the guy in the thick glasses.

She's just this minute got up to go talk to him in his quiet corner. Got up from the floor, I mean. These new boots are a nightmare. She still hasn't worked out how to walk properly in them.

'Oh, well, thankyou, M'am,' says Jasdf, feeling a little like a lamb that's stumbled accidentally into the abattoir. 'I hope you didn't hurt yourself just then. That was quite a tumble you took.'

'Nothing like a good bump on the ass to get you kick-started for the evening,' she says, rubbing at her left buttock.

Jasdf looks away, respectfully.

'Here, let me top up your drink for you,' says Silvija K, pouring a good measure of the mysterious clear liquid from her recently purchased bottle of Absynthe into Jasdf's glass. 'Now,' she says, flicking her long red hair very near his nose. 'You wouldn't be a dear and unzip this dress for me, would you, sugar? I'm meeting a lady and I like to make a good first impression.'

 

[Hecate]

Talea looks around, for a moment ignoring the two men in her immediate vicinity as she watches the entry of a cat-like beauty. Her eyes turn a shade darker and she smiles to herself – tonight for sure would be one of the more eventful ones. Subconsciously she licked her lips before seductively taking another sip of her wine and returning her attention to her immediate surrounding.

"Mr. Mystery – I am called Talea . It is my pleasure .. and as Jordan said – I am not one to let a Mystery slip past unsolved " and with a little nonchalant move of her long leg she swirls the black velvet aside, revealing her slim firm legs in the stiletto high heels well up her thigh while leaning a little more back into Jordan - almost as if it were a coincidence ... before she adds in her low smoky voice "and .. Jordan , there are enough mysteries for me to discover…" her hand trailed down to the rim of his black leather pants" …there too ... "

Talea drew a silver box from a hidden pocket in her dress and raising a long slim almost black tobacco roll to her full shining ruby lips she eyed the men at her side – and all others in the club (male and female alike) – with her challenging dark eyes.

 

[ShyGuy68]

"It's a pleasure you miss Talea and Mr. Jordan" the Mystery Man says, letting his eyes wander up from her feet, slowly savoring her long leg, her ample breasts and her sensuous lips.

As he sees her produce a tobacco roll, he produce an elegant lighter from his pocket, and as he bring it up so he can offer her a light, his fingertips run up the inside of her exposed thigh in a long second. And as he lights for her, he smiles and have a very intense look in his eyes, and doesn't offer an apology for his touch, that was or wasn't an accident

[This message has been edited by ShyGuy68 (edited 05-07-2000).]

 

[Magic Merlin]

Arriving late as usual, in comes Jason dressed in his "good" Levi 501's, his oil black cowboy boots, and dress black tee shirt, all of which is covered beneath a black floor length duster.

As Jason approaches the entrance, the tall well muscled bouncer stands up with intimidation, and somewhat blocks Jason's path into the club. Jason, not really concerned with this humorous display of testosterone (and not being equipped with that neat Jedi-mind control trick like his associate RainDog), calmly stops and with his left hand slightly drops his cool aviator-style mirrored sunglasses, just enough to reveal his cold emotionless, steel-grey eyes.

The mean bouncer looks up and into those frigid eyes and deciding that he doesn't get paid enough to tangle with this dude, meekly steps back and lets Jason pass. (feeling weak in the knees, and bladder, the bouncer heads for the bathroom before he has an unfortunate accident in his new leather pants...)

Displaying the aloofness that he has developed to perfection, Jason quietly strides over to a dark corner table at the end of the bar and sits down. From this position he can scope out the place without any distractions.

Jason calls out to the bartender and says, "Barkeep, give me a Stoley's, straight up! The bartender thinking what kind of jackass is calling me a barkeep, quickly glances over at Jason, but quickly decides that he likes being able to have sex with his wife, so pours a Stoley's for the man and brings it over to him personally. "Thanks, Barkeep," says Jason. "I have a question for you. Have you seen a tall, goodlooking brunette here tonight? She would be about 5'8", short hair, and wearing a tight black mini dress that shows off every contour to her body?"

The barkeep being nervous, doesn't answer immediately. "Well, son, you seen anybody like that or haven't you got a tongue?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
As Talea leaned back into him, Jordan placed his hands on her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "Don't get too friskey my little kitten. We were to meet at the inner circle tonight after all... Or had you forgotten?" With that Jordan lifts his head from Talea's ear and smiles with a nod as MM brushes his fingers along Talea's inner thigh. "She is quite the vision is she not, MM?" Jordan says as he runs his hands from her shoulders down along her arms and presses himself against her back. Lowering his head again he breaths in the scent of her hair.

 

[Guest]

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[This message has been edited by roger simian (edited 05-07-2000).]

 

[Guest]

'Ah, yes... Absynthe,' says RainDog, moving in close to the vixen in chain mail, 'Destroyer of brain-cells and Muse of many a decadent poet, I'm told.' Handing her a glass, he follows her gaze over to some guy sat drinking a Bud. (Nothing wrong with a little healthy competition, thinks the Scot. Just wish he wasn't such a handsome bastard.)

Gabriella hasn't said a word. She silently sips at her drink and stares at the HB (handsome bastard).

RainDog doesn't mind. He's just happy for this chance to let his eyes wander over the contours of her body.
The way her breasts slowly rise and fall as she breathes. The curves of her hips and smooth legs, now crossed one over the other, her foot tapping slowly up and down. Incredible.

She's so close, he can almost feel her skin. Breathing in deep, her exotic musky perfume fills his nostrils.

Gabriella is obviously aware of him studying her. She cocks her head slightly to one side, exposing the smooth skin of her neck - like an offering to a vampire lover.

She does not flinch, or even seem to really notice, as RainDog brushes the hair away from her cheek and tickles his fingernail over her ear - so soft and delicate and feminine.

He takes a slug from his glass of Absynthe. 'JEEEESH!!! This stuff is truly malicious. A few more of these and I'LL be penning decadent poetry. Need to ask the barman for a quill and parchment.'

'There's always my back.' Gabriella looks at RainDog, that same mischievous smile curling her lips - lips that somehow seem even redder and fuller than before.

'Oh, yeah, that's right,' says the Scot, running his finger over her glazed bottom lip, 'You were about to teach a new Dog some old tricks.'

He looks down at the tip of his finger and frowns. 'You're bleeding.'

'I know,' she says, licking her lip.

 

[Magic Merlin]

The barkeep, not offering anything intelligible, is quickly brushed away by Jason. Interesting place this is, thinks Jason. As Jason looks around the room, he eyes some of the most beautiful and exotic women he has ever seen. And so much skin....

Ah, theres that mad Scot, Raindog. As usual he's got himself some exotic creature. Raindog never seemed to lack for female companionship,as far as Jason knew. Whenever he saw him he always had a beautiful woman on his arm. "Yes sir," thought Jason, "Raindog was a very unique individual but he always seemed to be able to have whatever woman he wanted. Must be those Jedi mind tricks?

Jason remembered the one and only time Raindog tried to teach him one of those tricks!!! "My god, what a disastrous result that had," thought Jason. "I only wanted to bed that little geisha girl, but all I ended up with was a 400 pound Japanese Sumo wrestler that kept sending me roses." "Boy, that was scary!! I always had my suspicions that RainDog did that on purpose??"

As Jason looks around the room, he is approached by the one person he did not want to see here....."No matter how hard I try, trouble seems to follow me everywhere," grumbles Jason.....



[This message has been edited by magic merlin (edited 05-07-2000).]

 

[Guest]

Silvija K is fully aware of the impression she is making as she flicks her fiery-red hair over her milky shoulder and walks utterly naked towards the bar but for those spanking new calf-length leather boots and RainDog's cool but slightly scuffed black wraparound shades. Her shiny leather mini-dress is draped over her arm and she clutches the bottle of absynthe tightly in her fist.

This stuff is damn expensive, she thinks to herself. Don't want to go spilling it all over my boots, now, do I?

Oh, what the heck, she thinks to herself. I'm obscenely rich (and possibly just a touch insane) - go ahead, girl, splash it about!

Lifting the bottle high above her head, she tips it over and giggles, delighted with herself, as the icy-cool absynthe showers down over her hair and into her mouth, spilling out over her chin and throat. She feels a delicious tingle run all the way down her skinny spine as the cold liquid flows down over her chest, trickling over her belly and down between her legs into her boots. 'Yuck!' she says aloud as her feet squelch about in the liquid. 'Another fine pair of boots wasted, Silvija Kawalski. Oh, well!'

Flicking her wet hair away from her face, she slowly continues her journey across the room, thrilled by the reaction her Lady Godiva act is getting.

This is a sex party. People want to appear cool but it's hard not to be a little shocked by such wanton behaviour so early in the evening. They try so hard not to stare at her full golden-tanned breasts, the dark red nipples pierced with small shiny rings of silver, her navel bejeweled like an exotic belly-dancer's, and further down the neatly trimmed mound of hair, dyed a shocking pink.

This is one crazy chick - one crazy NAKED chick. You just can't not look.

Silvija feels the atmosphere change - become charged with excitement and danger - as she passes each group of people. She finally arrives at the bar, where a luscious woman in a long black, medieval looking dress is sandwiched between two gentlemen.

The men eye this drenched and naked redhead with barely concealed lust.

It soon becomes clear to them, however - from the way Silvija is staring at Medieval Babe - that they're just not her type. She's a lady's lady.

Silvija puts the empty absynthe bottle down on the bar, and hands the barman her now thoroughly soaked minidress. 'Hang that up for me, would you, sugar? And fetch me another drink.' Looking down she suddenly frowns. 'Oh, my!' she says, 'I seem to have come out without my purse. How the devil did I pay for that last bottle?'

'Don't you remember?' asks the barman, trying ever so hard to keep his gaze fixed at eye-level.

'Uhm.' Silvija thinks hard, chewing on her bottom lip and playing absentmindedly with her nipple ring. Eventually she shakes her head, a little sadly. 'Nope. Seems to have slipped my mind.'

'Compliments of our hostess, Miss Tara.' The barman nods in the direction of the lady in black latex over there in the darkness. All Tara's attention is currently wrapped up in the partially clad young waiter now kissing her face half off.

'Well, that was nice, wasn't it?'

 

[Guest]

Cole doesn't flinch or double-take once as he strides towards the naked red-head at the bar. The double Cap Morgan and the bottle of Bud are starting to take effect. He feels confident. This girl is his. He's decided.

'Would you like to dance,' he says, giving her his best killer smile.

Silvija K is amused by the inappropriateness of his suggestion. There isn't even any music. 'Sorry, sugar, I don't dance,' she says, shaking her head. 'I CAN'T dance. I'm beatiful, rich, intelligent and I've got an incredible pair of...' she looks down, '...legs. But I was right at the back of the queue when they were handing out co-ordination and rhythm, I'm afraid. But you CAN help me with something, Sir.'

'Can I?'

'Yes. I'd like to give my dear friend, Tara, a gift. She kindly donated her finest bottle of... oh... I don't even remember what it was. I'd like to offer her something in return. I'd like to offer her YOU. Is that something you think you could help me out with?'

'That... ehm... yes. Yes, I'm sure I could help you out with that.'

'EXCELLENT!' exclaims Silvija K, excited. She just loves giving presents. 'Follow me!'

Tara barely even registers that she has guests in her darkened corner, as she plays with her breasts through the material of her top. She can feel the waiter's eager tongue working on her through the leather.

'TARA, DARLING!!!!'

Tara recognises the voice but keeps her eyes tightly shut. She feels like she could explode any second now. 'I'm... uh... I'm kinda busy, Silv,' she moans, breathlessly.

'Oh, don't be like that! I've brought you a lovely gift. Tara... this is... Oh, how embarrassing. I've completely forgotten your name'

Tara allows her eyes to flicker open as she curls the fingers of one hand through her young lover's hair, and squashes his nose up against her pubic bone. 'Oh... hi, Cole. So glad you could make it, babey.'

 

[Hecate]

OOC: Oh Roger - naughty!! when I started to write this one your post wasn't there yet .. ohh bad bad roger!!! Anyway .. I will just try to give it the neccessary "twist now *sighs*... I really wonder where you all take the time to be so fast in responding..


IC: Talea

Talea felt a shiver run through her body when MM’s hand caressed her thigh before he lit the cigarillo between her inviting lips. She made a mental note to shuffle things on her priority list and find out about his secrets sooner or later ... right now it had to be later she realized, since Jordan was right. She and him had a special appointment .. although she had to admit the appearance of the mysterious stranger had made her push it off for a second . The Inner Circle – his words, so carelessly dropped close to her ear sent vibes of ecstatic electricity through her tummy, making her nipples harden immediately and for a moment she had the feeling her enhanced senses noticed a musky scent about her, betraying her arousal. Yes, Jordan was right – no use in getting too involved now with MM... but ... later ... mmmhhhh! .. but then again .. why not have the best of both worlds? While weighing the immediate options her dark eyes got caught by the scene on the dance floor of the fiery red head…

Her curvy hips and firm butt snuggled into the caressing arms and body of Jordan as she looked at the naked, delightfully dripping redhead standing right in front of her now. Reaching out Talea traces a finger from the flaring pink up over Silvija’s tummy, thus gathering a few drops of the liquid on her fingertip. She then raises her black claw to her ruby lips- tasting – sucking – slowly and deliberately, her eyes never leaving the hidden eyes of Silvija behind the shades. “Not really the stuff I am into – but if ever you should be getting tired of the “hard stuff” and feel like something more... uhmmm ... gentle .. let me know ...!” With an impish smile Silvija turned towards her "Sure will, Lady Evil, but right now I need to take care of a "debt" towards our lovely hostess ..." and with those words and a squeeching noise with each step she turned away and towards a guy who approached her that moment.

.. and Talea returned her attention to MM and Jordan.



[This message has been edited by Hecate (edited 05-09-2000).]

 

[Earthgoddess]

"Does the sight of my blood disturb you,"a question or a challenge? I lick at my lips again and meld the metallic taste of blood with the strong anise flavor of my drink. Watching you closely I edge toward you and hold up your thumb seeing more than you realize. "Taste it Sir, if you dare,"you are unsure of where to take this, bloodsports are not on your list for this evening. "No I do not want to play those games, silly man. I am just daring you." Suddenly you are 8 and your sister has fallen, well not fallen been pushed by you, and instead of crying she holds up her arm and simply watches the blood. Shocked at the cut and terrified she'll scream,the sound of your father's voice booming as he punishes you. Nice boys do not hit girls, cowards hit women, thrashing you soundly as his emphasis. Your sister sitting and staring at the red welling from her skin. So you lean forward and lick the blood off of her, tasting her skin,her blood,the sun screen, and the berries you'd picked. That way you won't hear your father and no one will yell, and there she sits so calm like a doll watching you lick her arm. As you look over at Gabriella you see the same look,calm and feral at the same instant,innocent eyes wide at the possibilty. Then the crackle passes and you are in the club with Gabriella laughing and licking her own thumb.

"I dare you to do what you want most," I whisper....

 

[Savage Kitten]

OCC----

wow! i am impressed.. you all r doin such a great job!! i love coming back and checkin the thread to see who's doin what *grinz* and hmmmm is that virgin blood i smell?? *winkin@spydee man* hehe

 

[Guest]

"I dare you to do what you want most," whispers Gabriella, her soft lips right up at his ear.

RainDog shivers at the sound of these words - feels his pulse-rate going mad and the tingle of excitement down there in his black leather jeans.

...DO WHAT YOU WANT MOST...

What do I want most? There are so many things I'd like to do with this Goddess. Or is she a fallen angel? A vampiric vixen? A devil child?

'Do I only get one choice, sweet thing, or is this more like a genie in the lamp deal?'

Gabriella laughs and absentmindedly runs a fingernail up her own smooth inner thigh. RainDog watches the way the long white trail evaporates, becoming flushed pink once more, as the blood returns to her skin.

'You boys are always so greedy, aren't you?' she says. 'Ok, then, ScumDog. I grant you three wishes.'

RainDog grins and, for the very first time, kisses Gabriella - pressing his mouth against her soft lips, running his fingers through her hair. He breathes the intoxicating smell of her into his nose and runs the tip of his tongue from her pale throat up the side of her neck to her ear. He feels her whole body seem to shiver as he plants a delicate kiss on her lobe.

'So, is this wish number one?' she asks, drawing away to look him in the eyes.

'Nope. I've not started yet. This is just me thanking you for my three wishes. If you were a real genie's lamp I would've rubbed you instead.'

'Ha! I see. So, what's you first wish, badboy?'

'Oh, that's easy. I want you to strip for me.'

The darkness returns to Gabriella's eyes and she shakes her head. 'Uh-uh! Too early in the evening for that.'

'You don't have a choice in the matter,' he says, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light. 'You're my genie now. You must do what I say.'

'Oh, really? Don't remember signing any binding contract to that affect.'

'And, besides,' continues RainDog, gesturing towards the bar. 'The show's already begun. You see my friend, Silvija, over there?'

Gabriella glances over and sees RainDog's redhead aquaintance from earlier. She is standing quite casually chatting at the bar - naked but for a pair of black leather boots. Gabriella is impressed, despite herself, by the sheer nerve of the girl. 'Is she a naturist?'

'Depends on her mood... or, should I say, "her drink"?'

'Ok. Your wish is my command,' says the chain mail vixen, getting to her feet and staring RainDog hard in the eyes as she begins to dance to an imaginary song. Her fingers move slowly, tantalisingly, over her body as her hips sway and she writhes and twists before her captivated audience. She feels the thrill of the exhibitionist as men from every darkened corner of the room turn to watch her performance. But the whole time, her eyes are locked on RainDog's. 'You never DID see the rest of my tatoos, did you, honey?'

 

[Savage Kitten]

Tara hungrily drinks in the sights and sounds around her. She notices the more brazen women and smiles appreciatively.

"Its about time someone got this party rolling", she mutters softly.

The server's hands roam her body while his mouth finds its way to her breasts. She moans softly as he nibbles his way down her cleavage. His hands slide up her side, pressing Tara against the wall as he lifts her up, his tongue traveling down her stomache over the slick leather.

Lifting her leg over his shoulder he buries his face between her leather clad thighs. Tara moans softly as she feels the material press against her aching pussy with each flick and nudge of his tongue. Her hands grasp his head tightly, pulling him closer. Her hips grind against his mouth, the aching swelling.

Tara groaned, the sweet aggravating torture driving her insane.

 

[Xander]

Cole waches Gabrielle and Raindog, as he sips to the rum.

Damnit, I was too slow. He thinks to himself.

All the beautiful goddess' are already preoccupied with the rest of the guys.

God, I would gladly have licked her, he thinks. While watching Gabrielle.

Cole downs his entire drink in one swift move.

The hunt is on.....

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Still behind Talea Jordan whispers to her. "I would prepare the lower rooms for your coming my dear Talea. I trust you will not be long?" Then looking to MM Jordan says. "Good evening sir, perhaps we will meet again." With that Jordan lifts Taleas right hand to his lips and kisses her fingertips. After that he is on his way quickly to the passage leading to the lower levels.

 

[Guest]

Jack downed the last of his Molson Golden, still feeling like a mouse in a cathouse, he looked for the waiter, not wanting to leave the safety of his corner. The waiter, he could see, was attending to the needs of a lady in latex.

He sucked it up and left the table. Intentionally he walked close to the dancing couple, covertly scanning the lovely curves and crevices of the red headed cutie grinding into her partner.

"Man, I wish I could hear the song they hear," he thought as a mischievous grin spread across his face.

His second Molson ordered, he leaned on the bar, watching couples heat up around him, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a familiar face but that was all that was familiar.

"Kate? Kate, Wow!"

Kate smiled a perfect Cheshire cat smile. Everything disappeared around her as Jack, helplessly, reflexively, devoured Kate from head to toe. She wore a tight, Japanese silk, red dress. Her dark hair and light skin reminded him of a china doll, a very adult china doll.

"You have such a way with words Jack." Kate said teasingly.

He regained his composure. After getting a Vodka Collins for Kate he steered her to his table, happy to have company, beautiful company at that.

Kate eyed the dancing couple on the stroll back to the table. "Doesn't that look like fun Jack?"

Was that more teasing he wondered?

 

[Guest]

As they dance to their imaginary song, Silvija presses her flushed breasts close into Talea's warm body. 'I didn't think I could do this, you know. I didn't think I could dance until now.'

'You just had the wrong partners,' says the beauty in the medieval dress, smiling at the red-head. She kisses her quickly on the ruby lips, smelling Silvija's exotic musk, tasting her soft tongue. She draws away. 'But, the song is over, I'm afraid, Sweet Silvija. I have an appointment I must keep. Will you save the last dance for me?'

Silvija feels light-headed, her whole naked body glowing. She can feel the hardening of her nipples against the material of Talea's dress... the moistening between her thighs. 'Please, don't go.'

'I'm sorry. I'm needed in the Inner Circle.'

'The Inner Circle? What's that?'

'Well, now,' says Talea, tapping a finger against her nose. 'I'm sworn to secrecy.' She smiles, wickedly, and bends low, catching one of Silvia's nipple-rings between her teeth. As she tugs gently on it, cupping the redhead's other breast in her spare-hand, she hears the girl moan softly. She can feel the Mystery Man's eyes on her as she runs the tip of her tongue from Silvija's bejewelled belly-button, up her belly, over each soft buxom breast to her sweet pale throat. 'Just a little taster of what's to come,' she says, with a devilish smile, as she turns on her heels and slinks over to the bar to finish her drink.

What would Jordan think if I brought a friend? she wonders - her eyes darkening as she eyes this mysterious Mystery Man.

 

[Hecate]

Talea
Jordan is right – it is high time she remembers what she had actually come for ... with a nod she acknowledges Jordan’s words and adds “I won’t be long. I know it is our – no, your – night tonight after all.“

While Jordan makes his way through the club, disappearing in the shadows in the rear, Talea returns to Silvija, who after having “delivered” her present to the evenings hostess has joined them again. The little red head vixen feels good in Talea’s arms, but there is no more time right now except for a little teasing and a promise of things to come. Mhhhhmmm – she sucks Silvija’s nipples with delight, the taste of the spilled drink still clinging to her hot skin.

Talea returns to the bar and takes a final sip. Emptying her glass her eyes once again lock with those of Mystery Man. “Looks like fate did not choose the best of times for our first encounter, Mr. Mystery .. but ... “ flashing another portion of legs at him, “ .. I have the feeling we will meet again, so that the secrets may be revealed.” With those words she bends forward a little more, starting the promised revelation with a good look for him into the shadows of the deep valley between her ample breasts. “Now, what do you think?” she whispers close to his ear, her lips almost brushing the black silk mask across his face, her raven curls touching the rim of his hat. “Does this sound like a good idea? ... you know now where to find me ...” And with a long lingering kiss, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to inhale the stranger’s soul, she makes her farewell, last blowing a kiss towards a lonely and longingly looking Silvija.

And without another look back she follows Jordan into the shadows to the passage that leads to the lower level.

 

[ShyGuy68]

The Mystery Man stands back alone, thinking what a woman Talea is, that look down her clevage made him loose his breath for a while.

While he stands and look at the other beautiful ladies in the room, and sipping his champagne. He can't decide wether to go to the inner circle, or see what else will happen up here.

After some thinking, he decided to wait a bit and see what happens up here, because after all the night is still young and plenty of things can happen.

 

[Guest]

Gabriella squeezes her own hardened nipples between her fingers and smiles, teasingly, down at RainDog, on his stool. Her clothing is strewn around her feet, the leather thong now residing on a nearby table where it was hurled during one of the more theatrical segments of her striptease. The tatooed vixen grins at the appreciative Scot. She has never before realised how much fun this can be - to be watched like this by so many eyes. She feels beautiful, sensuous and incredibly powerful.

RainDog takes in the natural beauty of the woman before him - her silky hair spraying out around her head as she twists and writhes, the fullness of her breasts (the left tattooed with a dangerous looking crimson rose), her thick dark nipples (now squeezed between slender fingers), the curves of her hips and belly, and down there, between her soft thighs, her smooth shaved sex, which seems to glisten a little in the dim light.

'You're incredible, Gabriella,' says RainDog, holding a hand out towards her.

'I know,' she says, smiling, as she prances over to sit on his lap. As he nuzzles into her neck, his fingers caressing her breasts, she can feel the stiffness in his trousers. It presses up hard against her buttocks. 'So,' she says. 'Wish number two. I'm enjoying this game.'

'I want to watch you playing with my friend,' says RainDog, tickling a finger up the inside of her thigh.

Gabriella nods. Getting up from his lap, she reaches for the buttons of his jeans, all the while staring into his eyes.

Amused, RainDog draws her hand away from his trousers and kisses her fingers. 'No not THAT friend, babe. I mean this one.'

Puzzled, Gabriella follows his gaze to the naked redhead now shuffling, rather forlornly, towards them.

'She looks like she needs a little cheering up, doesn't she?' he says. 'Luckily you're just her type. Female, I mean.'

'Oh, now, listen!' says the tatooed vixen, her eyes flashing. 'I'm not... I don't... I mean, I've never done that before.'

'I'm not going to pressurise you. It's up to you. I've got plenty other wish-number-twos waiting in reserve. But I think you might actually find you enjoy yourself. And it would certainly make my weekend for me.'

Gabriella chews at her lip, a fluttering of excitement and fear in her belly. What should she do?

'Gabriella... this is Silvija. Silvija... this is... is...' RainDog suddenly frowns at his redhead friend. 'What's up with you, Silv? You've lost all your sparkle.'

'Well, I just happen to have met the most beautiful woman in the World only to have her snatched away from me by 'The Inner Circle', whoever the heck they are.'

Noticing Gabriella stood naked before her she stops still, a little startled. 'Oh, hello,' she says, her face brightening. 'What a faux pas,' she says, staring at Gabriella, who has self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest. 'We've both come in the same costume. I love it when that happens.'

 

[Guest]

Kate slid into the booth and Jack followed. They both sat facing the room so that nothing would be missed.

"What is your impression of the club Jack? Are you surprised?" She said as she slid closer, pressing her thigh against his.

"Surprised? That's like saying a whale is a big fish. I am way beyond surprised." Jack couldn't believe this was the same woman he worked with. She always hinted at a wild side but...

"You know Jack; you were too good for Beth. I've always thought you had potential and I'm not talking about your career." Kate put her arm around Jacks shoulders, with her other she unbuttoned the three top buttons of his shirt.

"Nice shirt. How'd you know I love the feel of silk and satin?" Kate said as she slid her free hand inside, making soft sensuous circles on his chest.


[This message has been edited by High Peaks (edited 05-09-2000).]

 

[Savage Kitten]

"uuuuuhhhhh" Tara whimpered as the man slid his hand inside the tight leather pants. His hand felt hot against her ass. She felt her pants peel over her hips, her nerves danced with anticipation.

"Mother Fuuuu..."

Tara's eyes snapped open at his deep husky growl. Behind 'her' server stood a more than average sized woman, who appeared to be very upset.

"Your break was over almost 20 minutes ago buddy! You play, NO PAY!"

"Sorry sweetheart", he said, giving her a searing kiss before turning to leave.

Tara grumbled as she straightened her clothes. Didn't she recall someone sayiong something about a 'gift'??

 

[Xander]

OOC: Eeeehhhh I'm confused. Did Cole just have a little rendezvous with Tara???? Or is he touching anybody at all....*hoping hoping hoping*