Sexual Haven

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

I glanced hastily at Kurt, pouring myself against Mr. Jack Daniels. I enjoyed the subtle mind games I played with certain people; some that Travis and I tortured each other with were more than was probably “healthy” for our relationship.

Taking the shot glass from him, I brought it to my lips.

“To the heat of the moment”

Smiling sultrily at him, I tossed back the burning liquid, grimacing slightly as it scalded my throat. Setting the glass daintily down, I crossed my bare ankles.

“So you gotta name, stranger?”

Picking up the whiskey bottle, I examined the label.

“Or should I just call you Jack?”

 

[badmatt]

Lee

Smiling at her, "Call me Jack if you like, but most call me Lee." Downing my shot and pouring another round...My eyes traveling from her crossed ankles and all the way up her body. Suddenly wanting her more than I've wanted any woman in a long time...holding her next shot to her lips.

"In my father's bar it was a tradition to help a lady with her drink. Say when..." Wondering if she'll take it or not...wondering if she's noticed the fire I feel even in my eyes.

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

Kurt burned with a kind of rage that consumed him at times. His words had utterly failed, the exotic woman completely ignored his advances. She had looked right through him to a place back in his head completely unimpressed, it had shamed him to be so verbally deficient. He had thought he saw a hurt in her eyes a vulnerability. She had seemed sad.

All that had vanished in an instant when these strangers arrived, moving fast and loose. All his life Kurt had to fight for whatever he got, sometimes literally. He was afraid of no one, yet he was knew from experience never to take an opponent lightly, including the new Jack. He swiftly asked for two kamikaze shots and pounded them.

Alcohol just served as fuel for his inner fire, and in this case the scorpion tatooed woman was the match ....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Accepting the second shot from Lee, I let it linger invitingly at my lips. Swiveling slightly on the chair, Kurt’s back was all I could see from the dark recess of the secluded corner table. Flicking my eyes to the mirror behind the bar, I caught Kurt’s gaze. His expression was one I knew too well; the fiery mask of Hades that Travis had frequently donned in his anger.

Downing the whiskey with a grimace, I bared my teeth, offering a snarling challenge in Lee’s direction. Sliding the glass across the table, I decided I was a glutton for punishment.

Hard liquor was a taste I had yet to acquire. Like the tattoo…the car…the leather…the cool expression…it was another outward sign that I could “hold my own.” I had learned at a painfully young age you would have no one but yourself to rely on, and my rebel without a cause exterior served as a constant reminder of that fact to myself.

 

[badmatt]

Lee

"Slow down gorgeous, we're not racing. And besides, you can't have nearly as much fun passed out as you can pleasantly buzzed." Peeling off the silk shirt as the heat of the drinks hits me, I pour one last shot for each of us, but I leave them on the table. Reaching across the table, I pull her to me as I step around the table and kiss her deeply. My hands roaming her back and fingertips trailing lightly over her butt.

Pulling back, I smile, "So what is YOUR name gorgeous?" Keeping her pressed very tight to me, wondering who she keeps looking at, wondering when and with whom I'm about to start a fight as I kiss her again.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“Well, Lee,” I rolled his name over my tongue, savoring it’s sound, “I’m sure you had other things in mind when you started this conversation other than finding out what my name was...”

Teasingly tracing my tongue over his bottom lip, I pulled my mouth away. Swaying to the beat, I hooked two fingers, and reaching behind me twisted his black tank top around them. Tugging Lee roughly, I lead him onto the dance floor, spinning around to face him.

“Indulge me with a dance or two, and perhaps you’ll find out before the night is over.”

 

[badmatt]

Lee

Smiling as I allow myself to be tugged to the dance floor...sliding my body close and tight to hers as the music guides my body...swaying...grinding...shifting back and forth...moving my body and my feet to the beat...my hands lightly on her back...keeping her close...

"I might find out before the night is over???" Wondering what else I might learn about you before the night is over.

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

I see them, bodies swaying in the pretense of dancing. The looks from the woman linger like daggers thrown Kurt's way. His first reaction was to flare in anger. Then he saw her eyes.

Baby, those big dark eyes tell a story of hurt and betrayal. She has had one rough life. If Kurt was realistic and smart he would have walked out right then. The last thing he needed was this wench. Yet he had a stubborn streak in him a mile wide. So he stayed. If for no other reason than his ego. Hell he didn't even know her name.

Something stronger now. Two kamikazi shots here. And a whiskey chaser. Oh yeah, and a tall Miller

His drinks were served quickly, they could tell Kurt was edgy. The way she grabbed the guys shirt to pull him on the dance floor clearly showed she was used to getting her way. Let that other guy be her boy toy then. From the goofy grin he had on his face he liked being her lackey. The fool. If she was with Kurt, he's show her who was boss....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Kurt stuck around, just like I knew he would. It was with utter satisfaction I realized that I hadn’t lost my touch despite my rocky roads. Lee’s straying hands were tactile proof of that. My own fingers mimicked his actions, my hot breath sliding dangerously close over his neck, swaying provocatively to the sultry tempo.

Overindulging was my method of dealing. To get so wrapped up in something that the hours melted away like The Persistence of Memory dulled the sharp ache in my heart. I wasn’t big on sulking in the corner or having people pity me, so I bit my lip and kept my eyes level.

There were memories of hurt…memories of love…all buried away beneath the surface like a careless teenager’s shove-everything-under-the-bed method of cleaning their room. I wasn’t quite sure I was ready to have them unearthed for all the world to see.

 

[badmatt]

Lee

He pulled her closer, his entire body pressed against his as his hands slid down further fingertips against her ass as they danced, almost grinding to the music. He leaned in and kissed her neck, inhaling her deeply, wondering how she'd react. But suddenly not caring and his hands slide down even further and he keeps her close and really starts to grind as the music tempo picks up.

He doesn't care that there are eyes on them, he only knows that he is thoroughly and truly enjoying the feel of her body on his.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

I smiled slyly at Lee's tentative advances. The music reached a crescendo, the burning tempo peaking as any qualms he had melted away. My fingers lazily traced his muscular back through the tight black shirt, gripping and pulling myself tight to his body.

Swaying slowly on the half beats, my free hand rising and falling with the beat, I pressed my hand to the back of his neck. Tugging him gently, I felt Lee’s mouth drag slowly down from the rise of my cheekbone to the hollow of my neck.

Vaguely aware of the burning eyes of Kurt, I pushed my chest forward, and tossed my hair in a smooth movement that had been practiced time and time again in my full length bedroom mirror.

 

[badmatt]

My lips on her neck, wanting to suck so badly, but nibbling instead. Feeling her fingers wrapping in my shirt pulling us tighter together as she arches her back and presses her chest against mine, feeling her nipples through my shirt. One hand gently squeezing her ass as the other comes up her side, thumb trailing lightly over the swell of her breast.

Inhaling her scent deeply as she tosses her hair, loving the way she smells. His lips trailing up to her ear and he whispers softly "Would you like to move somewhere a bit more private?" His suggestive tone indicating a desire to do more than just moving to a private spot as he leans back she sees the devil's grin on his lips.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“Private spot…whatever for? Not scared of a few strangers, are ya Lee?” I smirked at him, offering up my challenge in a level tone. By the indecision in his eyes, I knew he couldn’t tell if I was being serious or my usual sarcastic self.

But the kiss put any doubts out of his mind.

Running my tongue over the sensitive roof of his mouth, I twined my fingers around the back of his neck, dragging us so close that it felt as if we were practically welded together. My lips engulfed him, my eagerness and need that had been pent up for days conveying itself in the single riff of the guitar.

 

[badmatt]

Lee

The kiss pulled me over the edge, both my hands sliding down...tangling in her skirt and slowly pulling it up...feeling my fingers on her soft flesh they slide higher still.

"I've never minded an audience, just wasn't sure if you would..."

 

[Huntress]

Varly

Varly paced the floor of her loft like a caged tigress as the last feeble gouts of a storm drizzled outside the floor-to-celing windows. It had been a cold, maddeningly depressing day.

The last piece of the Carmodie commission had been crated and picked up by the shipping company earlier in the afternoon and 10 minutes later her erstwhile rep, Frank Davenport, had faxed over his “notice of termination of contract”. She needed that like she needed a hole in the head. The idea of finding new representation for the studio just intensified her already foul mood, which always seemed to develop when a finished piece was sent off to a customer.

“Damn that Frank. Why did I let that moron talk me into this commission in the first place? ‘Cause you sold yourself, Varly-girl. You sold your soul for a buck. God knows what those people will do with it,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head woefully.

Visions of the 10 ft high triple goddess surrounded by pink flamingos and baroque fountains gave her a sudden shudder and she knew she had to get out or go nuts thinking about it. Glaring out the window as though the rain would stop in the face of her anger, she decided she’d had enough waiting.

“To hell with the weather, to hell with Frank and to hell with this place. I’m outta here,” she grumbled to the huge Irish wolfhound snoring under the workbench. The dog opened one eye, heaved a sigh and went back to sleep.

“Yeah, and to hell with you, too,” she grinned as she leaned over and ruffled his ears. “Keep the bad guys out until I get back. Ok?”

* * *

The unmistakable roar of a shovel-head reverberated off the narrow alley walls as the big bike pulled up in front of Sexual Haven. Shutting down the engine with an insolent turn of the key, she swung her long legs to the ground and grinned at the gawdy neon sign above the door.

“I’m back…”

 

[darrenfate]

KURT

Despite his previous anger, Kurt was literally unable to tear his eyes off the "couple" on the floor. Couple wasn't the right word he thought grimly as he watched them. More like pair. Pair of jokers, pair of clowns, pair of losers!

Now, Kurt was smart enough and still sober enough to know that he was just suffering from a bad case of sour grapes. The point of fact was that the nameless scorpion bitch had chosen someone else and not him. If she only knew what she was passing up. He had more than half a mind to tell her, and after all these drinks he probably would just so he could laugh in her face.

That all changed in an instant. the front door burst open and a cocky "I'm back" reverberated through the small bar. Kurt along with everyone else in the whole place froze for an instant as they saw who this brazen interloper was. In through the doorway strode a real life Amazon. Black leather clad from head to toe, wearing three inch biker boots that jacked her height up to an impressive 6' 3". Unconsciously Kurt rose and stood squaring his shoulders as he drank in her visage.

For the first time since he joined the league he wished he was famous. Hmm. Perhaps the next time the Lakers came to town he would give that egotistical Kobe Bryant a deliberate elbow to the mouth. Guaranteed suspension and fine but also guaranteed front page headlines. Kurt would be the new bad boy in the league, like he craved to be this instant. Bad. As this new reincarnated queen Penthesileia caught his eye he saw her edge. The only thing missing were her short sword and her labrys to complete the Amazon persona. Yes, bad suited her perfectly .....

 

[LOVELY LADY]

Debra Finger

The door opens and a figure enters shaded by a large umbrella. As she shakes the water from the umbrella, all eyes turn to the lovely lady who is obviously out of her usual scene. She is dressed in designer clothes, with beautifully coiffed red hair, about 50 years old, looking very out of place.

She walks slowly to the bar and quietly orders a black russian. While the bartender is fixing her drink she looks around the room to assess the patrons. Her eyes meet Varly's, and she notices that this beautiful woman seems rather agitated. She seems to be anxious to leave, eventhough the weather outside is dreadful. Debra Finger smiles at Varly, hoping to make Varly feel more comfortable, hoping Varly will stay for a while. Varley appears to be the only one in here that she would want to socialize with.

 

[badmatt]

Lee

Still dancing with the gorgeous stranger, getting a little fresh with her on the dance floor as my fingers pull her skirt higher and higher.

Suddenly my eyes notice the two most recent entrants to the club. The most intimidating yet attractive woman he'd seen in his life, striding in atop spike heeled boots looking like she owned the place. And there was also the lady who was obviously new, and just a bit older than the average crowd in here. 'Nothing wrong with that' he thought to himself, 'good that she's seeing the world for everything that's in it.'

 

[Mistress Jorja]

OOC: LMAO Darren – you’re too much babe!

I bit my lip as Lee turned to glance at the door, bringing a finger to the right side of his face. Dragging my nail down his cheekbone, I forced his reluctant gaze back to my eyes.

Men, I scoffed silently. Never knew they had a good thing going until opportunity up and leaves them. I was tempted to make a smart remark, but I managed – for once – to hold my tongue. His clandestine shift of gaze over my shoulder for the rest of the dance kept me on edge however.

It felt like the story of my life - always having to watch my own back.

Bitterly, I pushed any thought of past lovers to the back of my mind, the slight gnawing at my lip the only outward sign of my internal struggle.

“I've never minded an audience, just wasn't sure if you would...”

Sliding deeper into the embrace, I narrowed my eyes at him, eyelashes falling heavily in a cascade of chocolate brown mascara.

“Tell me truthfully – would you have approached me if you had actually thought I was a shy person?”

 

[badmatt]

Lee

Wicked grin crossing his lips as his dark eyes glimmer and look deep into hers, "Shy is just a different kind of challenge. And to be quite honest, I had no idea what to think of you other than you were gorgeous. And I thought you were totally out of my league, so I had to say hello at least. And here we are on the dance floor, and if I'd taken that one last shot every inhibition in me would be gone, and your dress would probably be hanging from the rafters." My hands up under your skirt, softly carressing your hips as we keep dancing, hoping I don't get slapped for that last remark, 'Then again, that might be fun too.'

 

[Huntress]

Varly

Odors of smoke and stale beer assaulted her nostrils as soon as she stepped through the door into the dim room. There was just enough light to see that she’d stopped traffic again. An attractive redhead caught her eye from across the room and several other patrons swiveled their heads around so fast she thought they might actually spin right off.

"A very gratifying response if I do say so myself."

Grinning smugly, she sauntered across the dance floor, winking at Jorja’s dance partner as she pulled off the leather duster, hooked it on one finger and draped it over her shoulder. Varly couldn’t resist giving the feisty blond a playful pat on her shapely bottom as she passed. By the time she reached the bar, the band was pounding out an old Doobie Brothers tune and most of the patrons had resumed their previous activies except for one. A tall, muscular fellow with a drink in one hand and his jaw on the floor.

“Pint of Guiness,” she told the bartender, aware that her leathers were being burned away by the young turk’s frank stare. She tipped the glass and drank deeply before turning to cooly appraise her admirer.

He was well over 6’, lean and muscular, like a young Achilles and possessed of a burning intensity that usually came with a lot of pent up anger or, better yet, unspent passion. Just the way she liked her men -- tall and hot. One corner of her mouth lifted in a half-smile and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"This could be fun," she mused, mentally calculating the difference in their height and physical strength. "At the very least he'll make an interesting change of pace from the usual fare.

Draining the last of her Guinness, Varly placed the sweating glass on the bar and put a damp hand to her face. Slowly she drew a shining line of moisture from her cheek to the deep cleavage between her breasts... all the while watching his eyes as they traced the path of her fingers.

 

[Henry]

(OOC) Hi im interested in joining.

My Names Henry
Age: 29
Colour: White
Status: Slave

I am interested in being bought by a female and being treated as a slave should be.

 

[Huntress]

OOC

Hi Lovely Lady & Henry:

Welcome to SH -- at the moment we're just starting a new chapter so it's a good time to join.

If either of you have questions, you can PM any one of us & ask.

Have fun!

~Huntress

 

[Jack Steed]

Travis

Being kept in suspended animation for several weeks was a new experience for Travis.

A slap, a drink tossed in his face, or a straightforward “fuck you”—these were the kinds of kiss-offs he had come to expect from a woman in a bar. Simple. Direct. Honest.

Fortunately, he had managed to pull himself out of his lethargy before the succubus-in-training had drained him of any more of his precious bodily fluids. Even so, as he stumbled back to the bar to replenish himself, Travis had to hand it to her: she had put up a damned good front. Hell, even Jorja could take some lessons from that one. . . .

Settling into his old spot at the bar, Travis poured himself another shot of Wild Turkey. As if on cue, the band kicked in with that old Doobie Brothers tune, “What a Fool Believes,” and Travis raised his glass to them, laughing sardonically as he tossed back the bourbon.

“Fuckin’-A!” he shouted to anyone and no one, slamming the glass down on the bar. The bartender was the only one who responded, however, which was just fine with Travis: “Another beer,” he muttered, pouring himself one more shot of bourbon.

Peering through his own and the bar’s haze, Travis noticed a few new faces in the crowd. The Amazon biker chick was still here, as was Jorja, but it looked like both of them had found, or were about to find, some new playmates.

What to do, what to do. . . ? Travis mused. Stir up some shit, or just let the shit find me. . . ?

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

“ I had no idea what to think of you other than you were gorgeous.”

Smiling sultrily at Lee, I brought my lips to his neck, brushing slightly over his skin, the faint scent of soap and cologne filling my nostrils.

“Good. I like to keep my men on their toes.”

My eyes flicked to the long bar, the patrons practically shadows in the smoky haze of that sweet cigarette smoke that the neon lights played eerily off of. Travis was there, a brutal look of determination on his face.

Time for things to get interesting…

Sliding my hands to the hem of Lee's tank top, I wrapped my arms around his waist, my fingers stroking the length of his spine teasingly. Shuffling slowly backwards, dragging his with me, I collapsed onto the bar stood next to the infamous Travis, ignoring the sullen figure beside me completely.

Draping my arms casually around Lee’s neck, I brought my lips to his, sliding back further as I drew him on top of me. Slowly and thoroughly my mouth opened to his, our breathing synchronized as I felt the nip of teeth. Leaning an elbow back against the bar, I laughed softly, the sound catching in the hazy air, a background for the band’s tempo.