Sexual Haven

[celiaKitten]

Sliding in

Kitty's thirst overcame her need to observe in secrecy. Slinking toward the bar she assesses the options, choosing to slide next to the blonde. "Long Island, and a Cosmo," Kitty interrupted the obvious foreplay.
She looks back down the bar, spies Varly looking her over. The corner of the kitten's mouth lifts in a silent affirmation of interest while thinking how their bodies would fit perfectly.
Sipping the Long Island, she slides the Cosmo to the blonde and leaves her with a kiss to her hair.
Gotta love the chase, Kitty thought as she weaved her way across the length of the bar.

 

[penguins]

Marcy

Marcy sits at her table and watchs as the two women hit on the bartender and then as the one in all black leather flirts with the other woman. She says to herself that this is getting interesting. I wonder who is going home with who?

I see the waitress moving around the bar and I motion for her to come to my table.

 

[Necromencer2]

Alex could hardly stand it! Here was a gorgeous blonde checking him out! When he tunred around to fix the cosmo and pour the long island, he sagged against the liquer rack. If he didn/t get relief soon, he would burst a vein on his growing hardon.

Groaning silently, he passed the drinks to the new patron and watched in amazement as she lightly flirted slilently with the blonde and then slinked off into the croud......

A hunting Cat closing for the kill he thought, chuckling..

 

[polywog]

geofery

If I can just pry Alex's eyeballs off the blonde, "Alex? How about a couple beers for the band, Man. We sure could use..." Something about the way Dani was looking at me..."something to drink" I trailed off.
The air is strangely thick here.
There ensued a mutual transfixtion between Dani and I ..and accross it was another between the blonde with the cool boots and Alex. Amid the crowd, the loud scratchy guitar, and the beer there was a stillness shaped like an X.
We took a breath in unison. How to sort this out?
The first to speak was..

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja strides into the first bar she sees after a long, rough day. Barely noticing the men who glance at her with a hungry look in their eyes, she finds an empty table in a dark corner, and tries to make herself presentable, brushing the knots from her tangled golden locks and dabbing a little lipstick on her full lips. She sighs as she slips out of her high heeled boots, they've been killing her feet all day, revealing a small tattoo of a scorpion low on her ankle. She orders a gin & tonic from the waitress...perfect, a bitter drink to match my attitude she thinks.

As the liquor starts to relax her, she crosses and uncrosses her legs, skirt riding a little higher each time. Gazing around the dark, smokey bar, her seductive gray eyes flit from one customer to another looking for someone who might be a possibility.

 

[penguins]

I look up and I notice the woman that just entered watching her as she crosses the bar to a table that is in the dark. I watch as she takes her high heeled boots off and the scoot around in the seat watching as her skirt raises each time. I then look down at my drink feeling uncomfortable about the thoughts going through my head. I quickly down the liquid in my glass.

 

[polywog]

geofrey

o.o.c. Sorry, those aren't boots Huntress is wearing.
Something leather...

 

[Huntress]

Varly could feel the tension heighten at the bar as two luscious little brunettes shifted their attentions to her tall lithe frame. The one in black with all the curls had sidled up to her and ordered two drinks, while the other fondled an erect nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. “Yummy morsels,” she mused. “Want to take my time with these two… wonder if they’ll be interested in a threesome?. Later for that though, what I want right now is a good, hard cock. And judging by the growing bulge in those pants, my bartender is almost ready.” She nodded her thanks for the drink to the kitten in black and turned back to bar where she focused her full attention on Alex.

Langorously, she licked droplets of dark and bitter stout from the sweating glass in her hand, slowly lifting her gaze and locked eyes with Alex. Were those eyes brown or hazel? She leaned further over the bar, stretching the leather tightly across her breasts in unmistakable invitation, admiring his tight ass as he leaned suddenly against the opposite counter. He was primed. Varly’s body throbbed in anticipation as she silently mouthed the words, “Lets fuck… now."

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Hearing an unmistakable voice, she jerks her head towards the door, seeing Travis shadowed against the nighttime city lights. She curses under her breath and turns her head away, hoping her ex will ignore her and leave her alone. She knew he'd follow her, trying to seek revenge but she had no idea it would be so soon or he would be so drunk. Just seeing his face again makes her shudder in disgust and wonder what she ever saw in him. The whites of his eyes glinting in the dark give him a predatory look.

Maybe this will teach me once and for all not to always go for the "bad boys," she mutters to herself as turns her back to him, willing him not to recognize her.

 

[penguins]

OOC wasn't talking about Huntress. and since I cannot get any interest in this thread write me out of it.

 

[Admired_Gandalf]

Bouncer

Ashes on the floor. The cigarette had long been done and he was out. His addiction did not help him much at all. He scratched his chin and opened the door.

He couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that the little club that was running always stared the same way. Everyone would sit around staring at each other, bidding on someone.

He knew that in awhile it would all turn into a club of moans and pleasure. He smirked. He rubbed the side of his head and looked around. Now that he couldn't smoke anymore, he needed something else to help his cravings.

Though he was supposed to be outside he knew everything would be ok. Besides, if he was thrown out for lack of duties, he would still be able to come back here.

He walked up to the bar.

The bar looked old with a fine oak finish. The bartender seemed to wax down the bar with a fine bit of pride in doing it. I wanted a drink, any drink, anything, just as long as it was alcoholic.

 

[polywog]

geofery

the blonde, she said "Let's fuck...now"
I was pretty sure she wasn't talking to me. I was strangley relieved then disapointed.
Alex will have to bend down to pick up half his teeth 'cause they're on the floor. I could tell he was pretty sure the blonde was talking to him.
I was pretty sure she wasn't talking to Dani.
Then I noticed as though thru my periferal vision, but she was right in front of me, a glow all around Dani. Not a halo or some shit like that but a shocking innocence.
Dani, what are you doing in a place like this anyway?
I shook my head and when I refocused, the glow was gone and there was Dani smiling softly.

 

[Daemon]

Bird noticed the sweet piece of ass that came up next to him at the bar. "Hey little pussy-cat, can I get you a stiff drink or a stiff cock?" he half-slurred as he turned to grope her left tit, but she had already wandred off. (give the little thing a minute and she'll be back,) he thought (hey the bouncer's left his post, hell if things don't heat up in here I can always go out and beat the shit out of that "rice burner" in "my hog's spot!")

 

[celiaKitten]

Primed

Kitten has found her way behind the bar, wrapping around the bartender she slurs, "I'll take your spot up here for awhile," tilting her head toward the blonde, "looks like you've got a little something to do,"
Leaving him, she glances at the toasted Bird and heads for the relative safety of the Bouncer. "and you seem to need some entertainment yourself,"

 

[lusty00]

Sasha nearly groaned in frustration, all this delicious morsels around and not one bite yet. She noticed that the muscular bouncer had wormed his way inside and was at the bar, at the same time she noticed that the girl behind the bar seems to have set her eyes on him. Damn, to late to snap that one up! She thought almost pouting.
Turning she palced her drink carelessly on the bar and walked slowly to the shadowed dance floor the slow, seductive music adding to her pleasure. Sasha slowly started to grind and sawy her hips back and for, weaving her body down and then up again. She elegantly lifted her arms in the air and wove intricate patterns before bringing her hands back down again and passing her hands over her breast, her stomach, skimming her thights. Sasha teased her self by caressing her thighs slowly moving her hands closer and closer to her sex. When all of a sudden a hand captured her wrist.

 

[Daemon]

Bird finnally decided to follow the hot babe as he saw her practically fucking herself on the dance floor. Grabbing her wrist he said, "Hey babe I think your hand is trespassing on my tounge's property." He presses himself right up behind her, his hard-on pressed into her buttox as he leans down to lick her earlope and neck.

 

[lusty00]

Sasha moaned in anitcipation as the body attached to the hand that had clapsed hers had pressed itself tightly against her back.
She could feel the full length of his cock nestled against the checks of her thinly veiled ass and continued to sway to the music but moved with deliberate grounds into the body behind her.
She gasped and moved her head to the side as a wet tongue started to lick her neck, one of her hands held his head in place while the other lead the hand that still clapsed her towards the hem of her skirt and pressed it against her. Waiting to see where he would go with this next.

 

[celiaKitten]

Still serving

Kitty studies the grinding couple on the floor. Damnit, she thinks, I need some stroking ..
Watching those two bodies bump and slide together, Kitty was rapidly getting hot enough to melt the glass in her hand.

 

[Jack Steed]

New Character (sort of)

Travis

OOC: First timer, here. Suggestions welcome.

IC: Travis, Jorja's ex, is 5'9", wiry--and hard as nails. His hawk-like countenance and sandy hair, combined with his build and swagger, remind some people of the actor Sean Penn.

He dresses in denim--no leather for this guy--and shit-kicker boots, and despite his build, is always ready to mix it up if he feels slighted or has had too much to drink.

Unfortunately, he has a tendency to come out on the short end of these encounters. It was one of those occasions that first drew Jorja's attention, when she picked him up out of an alley one night and nursed him (in her own distinctive way) back to consciousness, if not health.

For awhile, things were cool with her--it amused her to find a poet's heart beating within this blue collar, white trash body. But Jorja has a short attention span. When she dumped him a couple of months ago, he couldn't get her out of his mind--which made him even angrier.

"You need to get laid, sweetie," she'd laughed the last time they spoke. "That's all. Find yourself some little trailer tramp and you'll be just fine."

An acquantance of his, some wild-ass biker named Bird, had tipped him off that Jorja might be coming to this bar tonight. And, after fortifying himself with half a fifth of Wild Turkey, he followed her here.

But when he walked in the door, it was like he'd stepped into another fucking reality altogether. Half-naked people dancing and gyrating and pawing and leather, leather everywhere you looked, for chrissakes, and some kind of weird-ass music and everybody looking at each other for one thing....

"Holy shit," he muttered under his breath, trying to clear the fog from his eyes. "I need another fucking drink."

He stumbled over to the bar, where some youngblood was slinking around, warily eyeing the patrons, and said, "Beer and a shot of Wild Turkey."

 

[polywog]

geofery

Next thing I know I'm seeing Dani's creamy white skin in skimpy black leather (you know, verrry skimpy), thigh high riding boots, riding crop, the whole 9 yards. She's riding and it seems a bumpy ride.

Am I on drugs? Am I suffering a psychotic break from reality?

Focusing in on her face, its contorted with..ecstasy. She looks down and I follow her eyes. Yes, that's my horse she's riding.
Her body slowly rises, her smooth belly rounding to neatly trimmed pubies framing her labia that pucker my slippery dick till she reaches the head. Then her lips turning in, she reverses motion and its wetly warmly back down again. She raises her gaze smiling and her eyes lock with mine.

Poof--the crowd, noise, the smell of booze, are all back in an instant. And Dani.....I'm breathless.

 

[celiaKitten]

Danger!

Kitty cautiously eyes the new addition to the bar. In denim he looks little like the normal patrons of the club. With quick, efficient movements she serves his drinks.
Now there, she thought, is some anger in that one. And it seems to be directed at the woman with the gin & tonic ... Maybe that anger could be transferred into another more pleasurable energy?
Kitty decides to test his mood, try him out and see if she feels danger from him. If so she can sprint away, but if she can leash it ..

"Anything else you need darling?" she leans slightly toward him, waiting for hiw attention.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Her dominant personality clouding her judgment, she throws back the rest of her drink as she tries to decide whether or not to confront Travis. Snorting at the looks the bartender is giving him she thinks Damn girl, I hope you know what your getting yourself into... Her eyes finally becoming adjusted to the stale smokey dark lit only by the pool table lights in the far back and a few scattered neon signs, she checks faces again. None of his usual crew of guys, maybe she should go have a word with him after all. He wouldn't dare lay a hand on her in a crowded place like this. But she knew from experience not to underestimate him.

Licking her lips and taking a deep breath, she slips back on her heeled boots, and pushes her way through the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Finally forcing her way up to the bar she coughs softly and waits for Travis to turn around. When he does, she locks eyes with him determined to, for once, have a cool, calm discussion with him. "Looking for me....?"

 

[Jack Steed]

curiosity killed the cat?

Travis

Travis tossed back the bourbon and shoved the shot glass toward the girl behind the bar. “How ‘bout another?” he said, eyeing her narrowly. The suggestive tone in her voice made him suspicious. She didn’t look old enough to even be in a bar, much less serving drinks and hitting on the customers. She blinked her baby blues at him uncertainly and then darted back to retrieve the bottle.

She flipped her long, dark tresses from her face and flashed him a timid little grin, and when she poured the bourbon in his glass, he noticed that her hand was shaking.

Jesus, poor thing’s scared to death, Travis realized, as he studied her pretty features. Puts up a bold front, but she’s nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs, as his granddaddy used to say.

As she started to pull the bottle away, he reached out and placed his hand over hers, holding the bottle there. She flinched a bit when he touched her, but he held her gaze and gently lowered the bottle to the bar. “Leave it,” he said.

He kept his hand on hers a little longer than was necessary—long enough, he hoped, to let her know that he wouldn’t bite. She gave him another awkward smile, and asked him if he needed anything else. Her tone of voice surprised him again.

“Darlin’, you’d better be careful, asking a man a question like that in a place like this,” he chuckled. He glanced around, shaking his head in disbelief at what was going on around him. He turned back to her and held out his hand, giving her what, for him, passed for a smile. “Name’s Travis. And I’d dearly love to buy you a drink—if you’re old enough, that is.”

 

[Guest]

Kitty

"Sure," she responded to Travis, who transformed before her eyes from angry to protective. She fixed a Cosmo for herself to put on Travis' tab. While her mind screamed !DANGER!, her instincts told her she'd found her equal.
"and I am old enough - barely - but I am." she flashed him a rare shy smile.
Good lord he's so surprisingly intuitive, she thought. I would never have pegged this one to give a shit about anything other than sex or his anger. His gentle warning made her wonder - how much older than her 21 is he? And how could her read her so well - when no one else in this place had ever noticed anything other than the plearsures her body promised. Not that she had wanted them to notice - but how had he? And now what did she do?
As she was pondering this mystery, the target of his earlier anger approaches to confront him.

 

[Jack Steed]

bad timing

Wouldn't you fucking know it! Travis groaned inwardly, when he heard Jorja's smoky voice behind him.

"Funny thing, babe," he said, turning around and eyeing her coolly. "I can't really remember what brought me here. I may have been," he shrugged, pulling a deck of Camels from his pocket and flipping one deftly into his mouth. "But I'm pretty sure I'm not anymore."

He lit his cigarette, and leaned back against the bar casually. At least he hoped she thought he looked casual. He spit a fleck of tobacco from his tongue, and sipped his beer. Damn her eyes! But she still looked good to him, he conceded.

"Now why don't you run along and find yourself a playmate," he grinned, his eyes flashing. "I'm trying to take your advice," he laughed. "Get out, meet new people, put things behind me, ya know?" He turned back to the waitress or bartendress--or whoever she was--and shook his head.

"Sorry. Where were we?"