Raven of the City

[New4U New4Me]

Pamela Fox

"Shit, Vinnie. You goin' soft on me? What kind of fucking talk is that! You know by now I am no one's Pussycat! You also know the answer to such a stupid ass question!" He looks at me in puzzlement as I glare at him menacingly. I begin to laugh wickedly, my infamous trademark. "You got your rocks off and I got mine off. Time for you to crawl back into your hole." His fingers reach down between my legs. "Now you know that's not what I meant! It's always good between us while it lasts but you gotta leave now!"

I rise from the bed and he knows not to argue with me. He gets up and dresses, watching while I wrap myself up in the black silk robe.

"You know where to find me when you want me," he says.

"Yeah, Baby, I know where you hang. Catch ya around sometime," it was the only promise I could ever make. He grabs me for one last kiss before he bounds down the steps, taking two at a time.

I shut the door and crash on the bed. The night of dancing and sex is taking its toll. Sleep quickly takes over. A small grin plays across my lips as I remember the admiring faces of the men at the club; men that want me but can never have me.

 

[Guest]

Santiago

"Beautiful breasts...no?"
Alison placed the shining tip of the knife against one nipple. The girl jerked back, opened her mouth to scream.

Santiago slapped her.
"Don't."

He motioned for Alison to put the knife away. Then walked over to the terrified girll and cupped her in his hand rolling her coral pink nipple in his fingers and felt a response. His lips grazed the tip and took it between them. The bud began to tighten, to stiffen, he sucked it hard.

"Excellent, in spite of her fear she's stimulated."
Santiago steps next to her, he is a full head taller, his skin looks almost black next to the girls pallor. He grabs her red hair in his hand and draws her back. His lips bruise hers with rough kisses.

"Open your mouth."
He slaps her. Her lips part.
He kisses her again and this time his tongue snakes into her, touching her teeth, her cheeks, her tongue...

"HA!"
He looks at her once more, suddenly tired of the play.

"Tyrone!"
The black man suddenly appears at his side.
"Take this bitch and clean her up. Give her a 'cocktail' and lock her in the bedroom."

Santiago walked away and over to the window where Alison was seated with her long legs crossed, looking out over the dark streets towards the glow of the Zone.

Coming up quietly behind her he leans down and places his lips on her neck. His hand slips around and idly caresses her breast.

"She should be fun for awhile and then we can send her to Muhammed. He should find a place for her."

His breath was warm against her ear.
"So do we stay home tonight or would you rather be out hunting?"

 

[Redon]

OOC:...The one above is from Redon of course.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven watches with more than a little amusement as Vinnie bounds out of the building. The ex-boxer still radiates the violence of his coupling with Pamela. Raven stills the hunger within, for the the time has grown late and that can wait. What the Raven needs to do now is of more importance than even that.

"Vinnie." Raven says, stepping out of the shadows, "I have a little job to do with which I could use your help."

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Hearing Jesses light footsteps, and a detecting her perfume, I greet her cheerfully.

"Hey, Jesse....how was your evening? Heard you had a new routine? Yeah the papers over there behind me...."

Pulling the make shift windows closed I barred them from the inside, closing for the evening. Habit took over as I heard the paper move, and no jingle of coins, and I spin and grab for the offender.
Realizing my mistake at the same time I touch Jesses wrist, I quickly release my grasp.

"God, Jess...I'm sorry, it was just habit, I get ripped off all the time, and have gotten use to reacting without thinking."

I had brushed her hand and felt the bill, not knowing the denomination I give it back to her with a sheepish smile.

"This ones on the house, a gift to make up for my rudeness"

The thought occurs to me she is out late, and having no idea where the Raven is, she'll need a chaperone home.

"Tell you what" I offer "I was closing for the night, and you sound as if you need a good cup of coffee, let me treat you to one, before walking you home?"

Closing the last window, and barring it, I push the door closed, locking it and turning towards her sweet scent.

"So what do you say? A cup of java, and I'll even toss in one of Shelly's famous pastries?"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

Ramon’s breath tickled my ear and sent a delicious shiver down my spine. My back arched and my breast slid into his cupped hand. I held that position for a long second, savoring the feel of my stiff nipple against his warm palm, then I relaxed, uttering a contented little sigh.

I considered his question as I gazed out the window. The glass showed me our ghostly reflection, superimposed on the gloomy streets. Fitting, I thought. Those streets belonged to us. They were our kingdom, and our livelihood. And then there were those lovely nights when they became our playground. That thought, combined with the warm press of Ramon’s hand on my breast, aroused me and gave me the answer to his question.

I uncrossed my legs and stood up slowly, pushing my chair aside. I turned to face Ramon and smiled at him. “Hunting is always nice,” I said. “But first let’s blow off a little steam.” I twined my arms around him and pressed my body to his. His skin felt very warm beneath his shirt. As always, we fit together perfectly. I could already feel his hardness against my body, and it excited me even more. My lips brushed his a couple of times, teasing lightly, then he growled and took possession of my mouth. His tongue forced my lips apart and invaded my mouth. My leather jacket creaked as his hands moved restlessly over my body.

We stood there kissing hungrily for a long time, tongues dueling. The duel turned out to be a draw when we finally broke the kiss and looked at each other, panting and grinning. “Watching you play with the fresh meat gets me so hot,” I whispered.

 

[Azerin]

Jack

OOC: yay.. finaly caught up...


Being around the city for atleaset a year and a half, i know it is not very safe for anyone to be wondering the streets of this area. But this is what i have to do to search for the one who is responsible for the death of my beloved.

*Raven* I thought. *When i find you... It will not be a pleseant death*

As i head towards my destination, I see the nightly gathering of people around the 'Lizard' and the coffee shop. Walking pass the crowd, i greet a few that I recognize. Turning the corner, i enter the dwelling of the local crime group that i came to know in the past...

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse Parker

I guess sometimes it is difficult for some of us to understand what it must be like to lose something like our sight, and I am reminded once again how amazing it must be to have other senses so well developed to make up for the loss.

I smile at the offer of a free paper..

"David, I really shouldn't let you be giving me this for nothing, but it is very sweet of you. And sure, I'd love to have a cup of coffee with you and it would be nice to have some company to share it with. Maybe we could pass on the pastry - gotta watch the ol' figure, you know! But I'd like to maybe fix you something eat when we get to my place as a way of thanking you."

I wait until he locks up everything for the night, then hold out my arm towards his reach - though I'm sure it is not necessarily something that he absolutely needs to get around. Everyone knows that David has no problem getting around the neighborhood. Still, I find my heart skips a beat and I am a little confused as to why. In some ways David makes me feel like a schoolgirl, and yet, in other ways, he makes me feel totally like a woman.

As we make our way over to the coffee shop, I start to tell David about my routine of that night...

"Well, I know I was off a little, but you should have seen the tips I made! It's amazing what men will pay for when they get drunk enough. Still, I wish I could turn my back on the 'Lizard' and never look back. Guess I just wasn't cut out to strip like some of the girls there. But the rent's gotta be paid and I gotta put food on the table somehow, right?"

I giggle slightly as David opens the door and leads me to the table he usually sits at.

 

[TygerEyez]

Alex

I sighed and leaned against the back of the building, rereading Raven's message over and over. 9 am. Why had he asked to meet me in the morning? What was he doing now?

Hell, why hadn't he pulled me aside at the crime scene?! I growled to myself, and wadded the note before stuffing it back into the pocket of my jeans. It was a long way from 9 am, but I couldn't go home.

The image of that girl thrummed itself in my head. My anger at the Coroner was gone, replaced by her image. I knew her. An artist from the district... probably shacking up with the wrong guy. The lab would be able to pick off any fingerprints her killler used. If she had been raped, they could trace the semen back. I could even run any grit under her nails past my connections at Quantico, see if they came up with anything.

What stunned me was why. Unable to find a reason, I'd turned to anger, and threw it at the Coroner. Michael didn't deserve that... I guess I just needed a target, and his overweight backside was the perfect size.

I glanced at my watch. Definately too much time between now and 9 am. Might as well head inside and have a couple drinks.

So I did. I rounded the corner, and left the back door for tomorrow morning. The darkened interior made me blink as I headed to the bar. They knew me... knew I wasn't here for the show, just making my rounds, as usual.

I grinned at the bartender and surveyed the room quietly. "Give me a beer, please."

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

Slowly, she opened her eyes...finding herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Time to get up, huh? Running her hands over her bare arms, she found that the irritation in her soft skin that she caused last night as gone. Slipping from her bed, she yawned softly and stretched. Going to her dresser of "normal" clothes, she took out a faded denim skirt that came to her ankles, and a sleeveless white turtleneck sweater. Placing them on the bed, she went into her bathroom, sliding the clothes that she slept in off carefully. Turning the cool water on, she stepped underneath the spray of water, letting her entire body get wet. Thinking to herself as she soaped up, she wondered why she took so many showers a day...but she already knew the answer. Her ''job'' made her feel so dirty...Why couldn't she just enjoy sex like some of the other girls that did the same thing she did? Sliding the the strawberry flavored body gel over her smooth skin. Would she ever let a man really touch her...and maybe love her? Who knows...

Stepping from the shower, she wrapped a large peach colored towel around her slim body. Sitting in front of that infamous heart shaped mirror, she blow dried her wet hair...the still warm tendrils falling in a lush blonde water fall to her mid back. She then wrapped it up into a neat, tight bun...held into place with two white chopsticks. She applied mascara and some natural toned eyeshadow and straberry lip gloss. Drying off, she dressed in the clothes she laid out, slipping into a pair of white high heeled sandals. She headed over to the coffee shop across from the Licking Lizard.

 

[Guest]

"Watching you watch me play with 'fresh meat' get's me hot."
Santiago slipped an arm around her waist and guided her towards his bedroom. He stopped midway and smiled at her.
"I forgot myself Ali, I should have said 'mine or yours?"
After months of coaxing Alison Chambers had agreed to move into the 'lair' but only on condition that she have her own quarters and total privacy while in them.
He could understand that completely and had gone so far as to create a seperate apartment for her within the cavernous warehouse space. She often disappeared for days at a time and he never asked questions.
What had started out as a contractual arrangement ahd grown in the past year into a complex and passionate relationship whose borders and limits he was none to sure of.
But tonight they were together and the thought of the girl lying helpless in the next room was triggering a powerful sexual reaction in both of them.

She nodded towards his door and they went in.
Santiago's room was dark and cool, another large one way window looked out onto the midnight streets. Some jazz was playing softly on the radio by the bed and a scented candle burned next to a small ivory statue by the door. Enough light from the neon filled 'Zone' filtered in to give the room a faint, shifting illumination like a gothic Cathedral at twilight.

Shutting the door quietly behind him, he reached around her, covering her breasts with his hand. His lips were brushing her neck, his voice lay like satin in her ears,

"Alison Chambers, you disturb me..."
His erection moves against her thigh.

"You are my assasin..."
His hand slides into her blouse, his palm pressing down, fingers caressing.

"You are my succubus..."
He raises the hem of her short black skirt, his hand warm against her thigh.

"You will be the death of me."

Nothing...

She turns.
Santiago is smiling as he strips off his clothes.
White shirt opened over dark tanned skin...belt unbuckled...pants falling.
Scars....scars cross his chest and hips, his legs.
Long graceful scars, almost ornametral scars. They seem the product of ritual rather than accident.
He has never said where they came from.

When he is completely nude she sees a tall,slender, muscular man with a handsome lupine face and a curving rampant penis that seems to breath with a life of it's own.

 

[Redon]

Santiago

OOC:...The above post is by Ramon Santiago.

 

[ariosto]

Vinnie

"Vinnie." Raven says, stepping out of the shadows, "I have a little job to do with which I could use your help."


Vinnie's 'high' was cooled quickly as the shadowy figure approached. A chill wind seemed to rush through his body and he quickly began cross channeling and shutterbugging. Raven was Okay but Amado shared himself with no one.
He'd no idea who this freak was but his power was something to be respected and he paid very well. A year ago, before he met 'Old Mother' Raven could have swept him clean. But not now.

"Ok. I'm listening."

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

The only sound that accompained her as she walked into coffee shop, was the soft click of her heels. Going to the counter, she ordered a cup of coffee and one of the infamous pastries. Ignoring the advances of the young cashier, she settle into a seat at a small table right by the window. Her soft hand wrapping around the mug and was warmed instantly. Bringing the mug to her lips she sipped lightly, the steaming liquid burning her tongue, but she didn't flinch or show any sign of pain. She was used to the burning sensation...every night...her baby soft skin burning beneath the unbarably hot water and the assult of the scrub brush. Shaking her head, she cleared the thought from her head, and resumed one of her favorite activites: people watching. Nobody she knew walked by yet...

 

[Guest]

Priscilla Winslow

The screeching of the alarm clock startles me as I am forced into consciousness. My hand reaches over and turns the beeping noise off. That same hand retreats back to my hand, the throbbing duller but my head still aches. I am still quite tired, as if I haven't had any sleep. I imagine this is what a hangover feels like, though I have never drank alcohol in my whole life.

Stumbling to the shower, I turn the water on, disrobe and hop under the cool water. The spray wakens my body, if not my mind. Toweling off my body and hair, I twist my locks into a severe bun and dress for the day at work, again dreading the walk and bus ride. My eyes stay focused on my feet as I make my way to the busstop. Luckily the bums haven't awaken from their slumber.

A great sense of relief rushes over me when I finally arrive at the library. Wednesdays are my favorite here at work. This is the day that my special friends come by for story hour. I volunteer to read them the latest children's book or even the classic fairy tales, whatever their hearts desire. I glance down at my watch and see that they will be here shortly. Arranging the chairs in a semi circle in the children's lit section, I smile at the wonderful memories we share every week.

"Silwa, Silwa!" she cries out to me, unable to pronounce my name correctly. I know that I shouldn't show favoritism but Ashley is extra special to me. Her pudgy arms wrap around my waist, completely her ritual greeting. I look down on her smiling face with the round yet slanted eyes, a distinct trait of the Down's Syndrome.

"Hiya Ashley!! Do you know which story you want me to read today?" I ask her, my face beaming with joy. Not having a child of my own is the part of my life that I regret most.

"Yeah! Cin'rella, Cin'rella!!"

"Maybe we should find a different story to read today, Ash. I think we may be boring the rest of the kids. How about I read one that the others agree on and while they are looking for a book to take home, you and I can read Cinderella together." The other children in the group are all mentally impaired children who have been abandoned, not only by uncaring parents but by society in general. I can't help but feel a special bond to them.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Walking up to Shelly's Cafe, I pause and open the door for Jesse, hearing her giggle.I smile at the sound of her laughter, imagining what her face must look like as she smiles.

Walking thru the cafe, I stop and offer her a seat at "my" table, a privilege granted to me by the owner, for past favors owed.

"I come here for the coffee, and the ambience, but wouldn't touch the food" I say as we make ourselves comfortable at the table. In truth I come here for the conversation, some held with me, some overheard.

As Shelly walks over, I hear his hands rubbing his apron, and the unwashed smell of it, and him.

"Coffee Shell, and a couple of your world famous pastries" I say with a smile, and duck at his retort.

"The only famous is your line of bullshit" He growls at me, then noticing Jesse apologizes. "Sorry David, I didn't notice your ah, er"

"Lady with me?" I finish for him "Perhaps she would like something with her coffee, why don't we ask her?"

Your words are repeated again of having to watch your figure, and Shelly shuffles off mumbling as I grin.

"He's a little rough at the start, but warms up when he gets to know you" I explain with my own chuckle.

Listening to the details of your routine, I can imagine your lithe body spinning and dancing to the beat of the music. At your comments of the large tips you received, I smile gently and sip my coffee.

"You have a guardian angel, well maybe not exactly an angel, but a guardian none the less, he thinks you're quite special"


Changing the subject quickly, knowing I don't need to bring up the subject almost all avoid, I ask of you. "Who was the girl we passed, sitting alone in the third booth by the window?"

In my mind, I form pictures of each person, gleaned from bits of information often not realized they share, or are showing. This girl smells strongly of soap, a clean fragrance, but not one of her choice.

Hearing your empty cup hit the tabletop, I drain mine and suggest we leave, teasing you. "I'll walk you home, in case your angel is busy." I say brightly, trying to hide my concern for you, and all the girls in this strip.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven approaches cautiously. Vinnie is a tough character, and not one to take bullshit off of anyone. But Raven recognizes in Vinnie that both have an unspoken mission, the protection of those in Old Town, especially those of the Zone. Raven envies that Vinnie can actually know what it is to have friends.

"Number seven went down tonight," Raven says, "hasn't hit the papers yet, they're still full of the story about Lane. I doubt the cops have made the new one yet."

To Vince's unspoken question, Raven nods. "Cecily Amber. The one they call the Starling when she does the Bird Cage dance with my sister on the weekends."

Raven doesn't know how much Vince knows about Cecily, an art student at the college who had shown a lot of promise before drugs had forced her to drop out and seek a life on the streets. The police have yet to have rousted her, but Raven knows her...very well. She's fed Raven more than once since coming to the Zone, though Raven has made sure she was left with memories too clouded to remember those encounters.

"I'm beginning to think there may be some connection, something the police haven't found yet. I want to take a look at her place, see if I get some idea of what it is. I need some back up. Someone to watch while I'm in there...and to keep an eye out for anyone passing by who might look as if they're casing the place. You interested?"

 

[ariosto]

Vinnie was torn. there was a selfish part of him that wanted to go back to the coffee shop to see if the beautiful black girl had returned. He had only had the briefest of contacts with her but somehow knew, as was more and more the case lately, that she was someone who would be important to him.

When Raven asked for help though, only a fool would turn him down.

"Yeh, I'm interested. You need me now or have I got time to see somebody first."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

"Shouldn't take long. Best if we get it done now before someone else beats us to it," Raven says, "and it might help get a handle on the asshole who is trashing these ladies."

Raven starts up the street, towards a small greasy spoon with apartments above it. Raven pauses across the street looking it over.

"Just keep an eye out for anyone who might start showing more than ordinary interest in this place," Raven tells Vince. "Or seems like they might be headed around the back to the apartment doors. If it looks like they're coming in, just give the same signal as usual...slap a car with an alarm."

Raven knows there is no need to caution Vince about keeping out of sight. The man is street wise and savvy.

Raven disappears around back. Spending centuries around humans has certainly taught the creature some interesting skills. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, Raven removes a small black case from Raven's coat. Inside is a set of lock picks that would be the envy of any high class burglar.

Raven is in the door in a matter of seconds, then gliding up the stairs to the third floor, first door on the left. Raven no more than touches the knob and the door opens.

Wary of the way the door had not been locked, Raven slips inside. It's dark, but that is of little matter to Raven, who sees nearly as well in darkness, perhaps better, than in light.

Raven's jaw tightens. Though Cecily was not exactly the tidiest person in the world, the mess that greets Raven's eyes is more than just casual messiness. Someone has already been there and tossed the place with a brutal disregard...or desperation.

Raven carefully but swiftly moves through the apartment, already having some idea of what to seek. All of the obvious places have already been gone over. The kitchen drawer below the telephone has been ransacked. Books and magazines have been pulled out and tossed to the floor. In the bathroom, there are stains from duct tape ripped away beneath the lid of the toilet tank and the mirror has been pulled off the wall and thrown into the tube, revealing behind it a small, empty space.

Raven sighs, frustrated, eyes wandering. Raven's search has been thorough, but it seems what Raven sought has already been found by someone else. Raven is about to leave when his eye catches sight of the coffee maker in the kitchenette.

Raven raises an eyebrow. This is new, Raven thinks and crosses to the counter. Raven knew Cecily did not drink coffee...
so why is there a coffee maker, Raven wonders and, opening a cabinet a three pound can of coffee, opened?

Raven takes the coffee can down and sets it beside the coffee maker, which looks to have at least half a pot of cold brew in it.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I was just thinking about going home for the night when I sensed whoever had been fallowing me before.

It's now my chance to use my esp powers of Mind control & Telepathy to being him to me instead of me going to him.

The hunt will be Glorious and is half of the fun.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse Parker

I smile at David's comments to Shelly, even though he can't see it. It isn't often that men who know what I do for a living are willing to treat me with any respect.

At David's inquiry, I turn around and look.

"Oh, that's Faith, works at the club. Nice girl, quiet. Thinks she likes working there about as much as I do. She's cool, but a little lonely, I think. You know, us girls always watch each other's backs, but it's hard to get to really get to know one another."

As David speaks of a guardian, I smile to myself, and think that I must surely have some one watching over me - otherwise I'd be dead a few times over.

As I finish my coffee, I hear the teasing in David's voice. Yet I know that he is dead serious about us girls making it home safe. Rumor on the street has it that some wacko is offing the girls, and the cops don't have any leads.

As I walk with David the short distance to my apartment, I somehow find the courage to open up to him a little bit - how I'd run away from home when I was 14 to follow after some guy who turned out to be nothing more than a small time pimp - and very happy to introduce me to the streets. Through a series of bad decisions, I'd wound up here.

I asked David about himself, but he seemed very reserved, and held back a lot of information - I didn't pry.

Just outside my apartment, I noticed that old man Burns was huddled beneath a ratty blanket. The man was ill - any one could see that....problem was no one cared. Almost every night he would huddle himself against the side of my apartment building hoping for a little food, or money, or just a sympathetic ear. I tell David to wait for me for a minute, and walk over to Burns, asking when he had eaten last. He couldn't remember, so I took $10 out of the money I'd made and gave it to him. Burns never said "Thank You" or even acknowledged the money, but I knew within the hour he would find a place that would accept his money and give him a meal.

I turned back to David and began to walk towards my apartment.

"What did you do?" David asked.

Surprised, I answered, "Oh....well, there's this old bum that hangs out here, and I figured I'd made so much money tonight that I could afford to spread the wealth a little, you know?"

"It's not always a good idea to give money to people here, Jesse, you know that."

I hang my head slightly, and sound chagrined. "Yes, I know. But I can't help but think that could be me someday - sittin in a gutter, sick, no body caring. I'd like to think that if I help some one out now, maybe some one will help me out then. Sort of like 'karma'.

"So, can I entice you in with a home-cooked omlet? I make a pretty mean omlet, even if I do say so myself!"

I put the key in the lock and unlock the door, waiting for his answser...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

Ramon’s little monologue amuses me (I disturb him? I didn’t think anything could disturb him), but it excites me as well, because it makes me feel powerful and desirable. And now that he’s nude, my greedy eyes caress his body from head to toe. He is without a doubt the most sensual man I have ever known. Even his scars are beautiful, because they add to his mystique. They represent a part of his life that is off-limits to me – he has never said as much, but I have always sensed it, and accordingly I do not pry. I understand and accept his boundaries, because I am just as stingy when it comes to granting access to certain parts of my life, and Ramon is just as respectful of my wishes in that regard. The fact that I have so much space and freedom within his domain demonstrates that respect.

It was that respect which finally persuaded me to take up residence in his warehouse lair. At the time our relationship had begun to drift into uncharted waters, becoming more sexual and therefore less predictable. As much as I enjoyed our erotic encounters, I resisted the move for fear that he was trying to own me. But once I gave in to his wishes, it didn’t take me long to realize that I had made the right decision. The building has better security than some police stations, which means that I don’t have to worry about one of Ramon’s rivals trying to kidnap or assassinate me. And having my own private space in the warehouse means that I sacrifice none of my independence. Best of all, living here allows us to satisfy our need for each other any time we feel like it.

My hunger for him has grown too big – I can’t contain it any longer. I whip off my leather jacket and cast it aside, then peel off the tight black shirt. No bra underneath, because my breasts are on the small side, although they stand out proudly. My nipples harden in the cool air of his bedroom. Next the short black skirt slides down my bare legs to the floor. Gracefully I step out of the discarded skirt and nudge it aside with my foot. Then I kick my heels off, revealing long, slender feet with nails painted dark red. Now only the tiny black thong stands between me and total nudity.

I stand there for a moment, hands on hips, letting him have a good look at me. I can feel his impatience to see me entirely naked, and that impatience acts like a spur to my own excitement. I slide a finger into the top of the thong, then with agonizing slowness I peel it off and toss it aside, exposing my clean- sex to his hungry eyes.

I walk up to him, wearing nothing but a wicked grin. “Do I still disturb you, Ramon?” I reach out and caress his firm chest, savoring the contrast between my ivory skin and his darker complexion. “I think I know a way to fix that. If you want me to fix it, that is.”

 

[PetePumpkinEat]

Pete

That small frame of time just before dawn is my favorite. I am able to creep in the shadows, virtually undetected. The rest of the day and night I am hidden away. I have been performing my rituals ever since I can remember, which isn't very long. How long? I have no idea. My favorite pasttime is watching the women here in the Zone. Sometimes I even approach them, but always fearing they will discover my inadequacy.

This late night I see Jesse sitting in the coffee shop and Faith, too. They are both my favorites. I wish I had time to spy on them, but I am on a mission. I must find where Vince and Raven have went. I heard what Vince was doing with Pamela and it enraged me. He is able to do the things that I am not. Things I want so badly to do with these women.

I saw Vince talking with Raven from the window and then they disappeared. I lurk into the shadows and search for a sign of where they have gone. I notice a light on in Cecily's apartment. Knowing that she could not be in there, for she was dead, I sneak quietly up the back stairs and hide in the alcove listening to their conversation. Cecily had been mine for a brief time, until she learned the truth about me. Now that she is gone, like the others who discovered me, I should not feel fear any longer. But I do.

 

[ariosto]

The night was cold and Vinnie was getting impatient. He not only felt that he was missing an opportunity at the Coffee Shop but there was an errand he had to run for Old Mother at midnight.

The street outside the victim's tenement was vacant except for blowing garbage and a drunk in the doorway to the defunct pawn shop.

Suddenly he tensed up, melted back in the shadows.
Two men. One big, one black.
He knew them. It was Dog and Tyrone two bad guys that worked for Santiago. He also knew they were not just soldiers, they were close to the Man.
They paid no attention to to her building but walked by pausing at the outstretched legs of the wino.
Dog reached down and did something. He saw the mans legs begin to twitch violently . The two thugs took out their cocks and pissed on him. They both laughed and walked away.

He waited a minute then crossed the street. Pops Sterno they had called him and he did look pretty funny drenched with urine and with the bottle of muscatel stuck so far down his throat that only the neck and open mouth protruded.

 

[Guest]

'You know I do Baby"

He turned to the small phallic idol standing by the candle. He touched it and mumbled something.
Alison had gotten use to the ritual by now. He'd said it had to do with his power, with his potency. As a lover she knew that he was possessed of both...in spades.

It almost seemed as though his cock was pulling him towards her across the room. The warm hooded tip lay against her taught belly and he moved it, leaving thin wet trails curving across her skin...she thought of his scars...She touched them.
He took her fingers and moved them along the traces of pain. Across his hard chest and stomach. Down his sides to his hips and groin and then along the soft skin surrounding the hard ivory shaft of his sex.
He kissed her lips and cheeks, her eyes and the fine line of her jaw and throat. His lips were warm against her skin, unhurried, graceful in their movements. They kissed and licked their way to Alisons breasts. She arched back and presented them to him...a gift, a treasured gift. He took the coral tips in his mouth and gently sucked them. His tongue brushed across them as he held them so. He went from one to the other feeling the stiffening, wanting to suck much, much harder, to nip and to bite. But that would come later. There was one more chalice he wants to anoint with lips and tongue.

He'd been moving her hands with his own, up and down the length of his warm erection but now he slides away, kneeling down, his mouth journeys across her stomach, it presses a kiss against a shadowed navel and continues across increasingly sensitive skin and stops.
She feels his warm breath on her naked sex, his hands are caressing her hips. She opens her legs with a small step and leans back.

Santiago the dark Lover, the faithful Horse looks at the beautiful woman flower and then bending forward opens it with lips and tongue.