The China Pearl Inn

[Rum]

A medium height man walks up to the doorway, stops and looks inside as if gauging the atmosphere. Sensing that the population of the establishment is on the friendly side of the meter, he strolls in and moves to the bar. Nodding to the bartender, He asks for an Irish Coffee. My Name's Rum he tells the bartender as his drink is placed before him. Rum extends his hand and says, "Thank you, this seems like a really nice, quiet, comfortable place to shake off the world. I'm relatively new to the world of message boards. I've been here on Lit for some time and have spent time in the chat world. But I need a change of pace...kind of slow down and see the world around me, ya know what I mean?"

 

[cgraven]

I look up as a stranger enters.

One Irish coffee coming right up.

The cut of his jib looks fine and I listen as he introduces himself.

Rum a good sound name Sir. I am C G Raven sometimes bar tender here at the China Pearl Inn. As far as needing a change of pace I can relate to that. The group here is fairly friendly, if not sporadic in our posting. So Rum have you considered joining one of the SRP threads joining in a saucy tail or two?

 

[Rum]

I look up as a stranger enters.

One Irish coffee coming right up.

The cut of his jib looks fine and I listen as he introduces himself.

Rum a good sound name Sir. I am C G Raven sometimes bar tender here at the China Pearl Inn. As far as needing a change of pace I can relate to that. The group here is fairly friendly, if not sporadic in our posting. So Rum have you considered joining one of the SRP threads joining in a saucy tail or two?

Smiles as he looks at the bartender. "Sir? That was my father. But thanks...Rum will do fine."
Thinking to myself "I Like the look of this guy. He seems like an honest man and I can almost tell what he's thinking. His thoughts play across his face like it was a television."
"And before I forget, CG, what is an SRP?"

 

[cgraven]

Rum an SRP is Sexual Role Playing, the forum where the China Pearl exists. Our Little Inn allows folks to get there feet wet to interact with others, Chat a bit and develop a persona slowly. We are pretty tame for the forum as our conduct is much as would be accepted in a local neighborhood Bar. A bit of hugging , kissing and randy suggestion . It is also a place to discuss possible story ideas for threads in the forum.

I pour myself a mug of coffee and lace it liberally with B&B.

Our little Inn is located on the China Coast Lost somewhere between 1920 and the present so we are a rather randy bunch and you never can tell what might happen. Phoo Ming runs the kitchen here with and Iron hand but his bark is worst then his bite.

 

[Rum]

Rum an SRP is Sexual Role Playing, the forum where the China Pearl exists. Our Little Inn allows folks to get there feet wet to interact with others, Chat a bit and develop a persona slowly. We are pretty tame for the forum as our conduct is much as would be accepted in a local neighborhood Bar. A bit of hugging , kissing and randy suggestion . It is also a place to discuss possible story ideas for threads in the forum.

I pour myself a mug of coffee and lace it liberally with B&B.

Our little Inn is located on the China Coast Lost somewhere between 1920 and the present so we are a rather randy bunch and you never can tell what might happen. Phoo Ming runs the kitchen here with and Iron hand but his bark is worst then his bite.

"Well it seems like I came to the right place, then. I thought SRP was Single RP. In any event, I'm a tame kind of guy. I move slow and steady. Story ideas, huh? I like to write myself and that's why I came to the RP forum. Btw, what in hell is B&B?"
Finishes my coffee and pushes the cup forward. "Can I have a coffe with Jamieson's and Bailey's, this time CG?"

 

[cgraven]

B&B is Benedictine and Brandy a rather powerful little mixture that brings the sweetness of a liquor together with the sharp bite of a fine Brandy.

Reaching for the Jameson’s I make Rum another Irish coffee.

Now for whiskeys and scotch I prefer them to be like young ladies, single and over 18.

 

[Rum]

B&B is Benedictine and Brandy a rather powerful little mixture that brings the sweetness of a liquor together with the sharp bite of a fine Brandy.

Reaching for the Jameson’s I make Rum another Irish coffee.

Now for whiskeys and scotch I prefer them to be like young ladies, single and over 18.

Listening to CG, I pan the room. Looking at the patrons, I know they all know each other to some extent. "AH, yes single and of age. Those are indeed wise rules to live by. They ensure that the whiskey's smooth and the ladies are refined." Raising my cup, "To aged whiskey and to women, refined or not."
"I thank you for the comaraderie and the coffee, my friend. I must ake my leave now. Every man needs to sleep, and if he's lucky to dream of the finer things in life. I hope that we see each other again over a fine drink and in the company of a beautiful woman." Draining the cup, I pay for the drinks and walk out of the China Pearl Inn knowing that not all way stations are this friendly."

 

[cgraven]

Take care Rum and who knows next time you stop by a young Miss might be here to catch your eye.

 

[papillon24]

Hello sll, just popping in for a momnet to catch my breath

I hope I didn't miss you CG.

Welcome Rum.

Oh, and to let you all know, I won't be one for a few days. I'll be in a house where there are a lot of little ones running around and it will not be apropriate to get on this site

 

[eos69671]

"Ya, I need a job, that would Rock. Hell I was starting to wonder how i was going to pay you for these drink. So want do I start?"

I hopped down off the bar landing on the other side next to him

 

[cgraven]

Eos You can start right now. Go see Phoo Ming out in the Kitchen he will tell you what is needed.

Pap I fear you did miss me. But hopefully we will get together soon dear.

 

[Tatiana]

*walks in and sees CG talking to a stranger I walk over and give CG a kiss*

Hey sweets I need a blood wine, sorry for not stoping in more. but just a quick drink then off to work

 

[eos69671]

I walked over to the Kitchen & want in side, looking for Phoo Ming

"Phoo Ming, Phoo Ming! Hello are you here?"

 

[cgraven]

An ancient Chinaman Turns at Eos call. He is a man that is older than time and he smiles at the stunning redhead.

Missy come here.

There is an air of authority in his voice. And his eyes boldly roam over her body .

Lift skirt need see your legs.

 

[eos69671]

Eos, did as she was told & lifted her skirt up right before her hips & held it up for his view. Show was not sure way this was needed. But she just got this job & CG did say he would tell her what was needed & this is what she said was needed.

"Mr. Phoo Ming, CG sent me back her. He just give me a job & tell me you would tell me what is neeeded."

 

[sexycaz22]

Just popping in, have heard that the china pearl inn were coming back and I just wanted to check this place out. And no I have not been in before! Mmmm nice place!

Would love a long vodka please if that's possible?

 

[cgraven]

Cg Watched as Eos went back into the Kitchen for her meeting with Phoo Ming. Then he heard the gentle tread on the worn boards of the Inn.

Evening My Name is C G Raven but you can call me CG.

I fix the requested long vodka Ice and tongs poised over the glass.

Would that be neat or on the rocks?

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~Back in the kitchen Phoo Ming watched as Eos raised her skirts and smiled .~

Very Nice Legs Missy you take off skirt and blouse you find silk Jacket over there.

~ The silk jacket would fit tight and complement Eos’s figure the helm would hang at mid thigh.~

 

[eos69671]

I looked around to see no changeingroom, so I, slowly removed my skirt and then started to unbutton by blouse & took it off. I then placed it over a chair, as old Phoo looked on. I than picked up the silk Jacket & placed it over me & zipped it up. It fit tight & hang at mid thigh, the hills of my butt could be seen below the helm & when i bent the hole ass shown with just a g-sting covering my love spot.

"ok, how do I look, what now?"

 

[Rum]

Hello sll, just popping in for a momnet to catch my breath

I hope I didn't miss you CG.

Welcome Rum.

Oh, and to let you all know, I won't be one for a few days. I'll be in a house where there are a lot of little ones running around and it will not be apropriate to get on this site

Hi papillon. Thanks for the welcome. Feels nice to have that from a stranger. Waves to everyone else in the Inn. Then buys a drink for anyone in the place.

 

[Rum]

I walk in, go to the bar and order a Murphy's beer. "Hi CG, it's pretty quiet here tonight, isn't it?"

 

[Tatiana]

One Klingon blood wine please

*I sit on the floor infront of the fire*

 

[papillon24]

hola all

anyone here

 

[Nightbird]

Summertime at the Inn..

What memories the place holds.

 

[Bloodsoul]

Why was she here in this land? She had no business in China, or anywhere else for that matter. Most nights she just preferred lounging around in her apartment starring up at the ceiling as the time ticked away, or she'd go off for a walk at night letting only the darkness of the sleeping city and the bright, twinkling stars overhead be her only comfort. Yet all too soon morning would and, with it, the noise and the fast-paced rhythms of city life. How she had grown to hate the city and it's microcosm of a universe, all the people scurrying about like cockroaches when the lights are turned on. Society seemed like nothing more than a breeding ground for the vile, the corrupt, the lazy, the ignorant, and the down-right idiotic. When she had left her home for America she had believed she would find peace and happiness in the so-called, 'Land of the free', but here she only found hypocrisy and ruin. At times she supposed she should count herself lucky that she had found a job as an assistant at an old book shop that paid extraordinarily well, thus allowing her to keep up payments on her small apartment while enjoying some of the finer things in life: designer clothes off of the more eclectic racks, fine dishes she could only have found in her own homeland until then, raving clubs and bars filled with all sorts of people, both interesting and despicable. She had a comfortable life, and yet still she griped. She was better than the homeless she'd see here and there wandering the streets for a handout, but instead of giving them aid she'd only sneer at what she deemed was a pathetic existence. It was their own fault that they ended up that way, after all, wasn't it? They could blame whomever they wanted, but every man and woman had the power to control their own destiny. If she ended up on the streets herself, some day, she would have no one else to blame but herself. She had the means to survive if that were to come to pass, of course...

Ah, but that doesn't quite explain why she's in China, now, does it? Well, the young woman had some time off being owed her and she decided to spend it elsewhere in the world, in a place that seemed free from the corruption of the powerful and the downcast of the weak and pitiful. So, with a swipe of her hand she set the globe aspinnin', letting her finger and a blind eye choose her fate. Uzbekistan didn't seem like quite the place she was dreaming of, however, so giving it no other thought she decided to visit China. She knew little save whatever she glanced over in history books, but the place always held some sort of fascination in her heart. Just the rich history of the land and it's people seemed to intrigue her, for there was so much honor and discipline to be found there, not to mention the culture and heritage. Not only that, but she was rather curious as to what real Chinese food tasted like; the Americans seemed to have a way of perverting dishes from the foreign lands that once made up a majority of their original populace. Taco Bell? French Fries? These were not acceptable to her finicky palate. Packing up a suit case with some of her best clothing and accessories, as well as filling her purse with a camera and several hundred dollars, she took the earliest flight out of New Your City towards the Orient. She didn't expect to take too many pictures or even spend more than would be needed for food and lodging, but among her interests in China was it's fashion. How she adored the qípáo; it's elegant, form fitting design was both attractive and exotic while also being comfortable and casual. It was the only dress she could see herself in, everything else back home being just too disgusting for her tastes. Why women felt it necessary to play around with their breasts or squeeze themselves into little, black clothes that were one size too small was beyond her understanding. Why couldn't they just be happy with who they were? Then again, if they were fat and lazy and weak, she could see why they'd be displeased to begin with, but a mere dress wasn't going to change anything.

She, however, had always been quite proud of the figure that she bore and had worked hard to shape. She was by no means tall, nor was she small; a decent five feet and four inches not including the RSVP Calista high-heels she had brought with her; dreadfully uncomfortable but they always looked so good on her, especially with her favored mid-thigh, black, hold-up stockings that just barely reached up to her tight buns. Regular trips to the gym had given her a lean, muscular build which was far from competition material but still able to keep a slender and vivacious figure. Her youth she should thank, as well, for at only nineteen years of age her body would not sag for some time, and she would try to shun off aging for as long as she could. Amongst her rigid form were two tattoos, one on each shoulder, Kanji that depicted 'kon' on the right and 'chi' on the left, both symbolizing her identity and furthering her exotic appearance. A number of outfits she had worn from time to time that would show off her figure in various ways, either as young woman brimming with sexual energy, a broad who could punch out men twice her size or, her favorite, the qípáo, which gave her a look of such elegance and nobility so as to feel like a baroness. Yes, that's the word. Like in that song, 'Killer Queen'. Who knew Brits could write a song so perfectly about her, a woman born long after it's inception? And tonight, of all nights, she bore that look. The establishment that she was standing before was called the 'China Perl In' according to her travel map, but even she knew enough of the English language to know that it was a debauched translation. Still, this was just the beauty and majesty that she had been hoping to find in this land, and as she closed her eyes for a moment and just stopped to breathe and take in everything around her, she felt as though she were far from the modern world and back in the ancient days of China's glorious past, when emperors were worshipped like gods and the philosophers spoke with greater wisdom than many of the teachers today.

In a local shop earlier that day she had come across a most exquisite magenta qípáo, the outer edges trimmed with gold lace and the frog clamp fitted tightly in place. The dress was ankle length with slits going up the full length of each thigh, both of which were covered by her stockings exposing only the tops of her hips, her feet adorned by her stilettos. No underwear of any kind did she wear, for not only did the feeling of going bare-assed while wearing her stockings and heels give her this surge of sexual exuberance, but just the sensation she got from her skin touching the silk of her dress was completely indescribable. Upon the front of her dress climbing from top to bottom was a great, green dragon, it's fiery red tongue and golden eyes displayed in a visage of strength and clout. Over her left shoulder she wore her purse while in her right hand she held a cigarette holder ever so daintily, visions of Audrey Hepburn in 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' flashing in her mind. The smoke that curled lightly from the cigarette did not smell terrible, but she would keep it away from any that showed distaste for it. If anything went against her delicious appearance, it would have been the rows of small, silver hoops that were fasted to the tops and backs of her ears, the lobe less bottoms ending with a single, larger hoop. Yet such was a small trifle when compared to her face. None had ever considered her ugly, but she would never appear on the cover of a fashion magazine unless it were 'Goth Weekly', but then even that notion sounded absurd. Her hair was of a golden sheen, darker towards the hairline than on the sides, cut quite short against the curvature of her head with two long, slender bangs hanging off from the middle of the hairline's front, appearing almost like antennae. Often in her youth she was mistaken for a boy! Her face was round, but the jaw line strong; the nose and chin small and not very pronounced. A single mole she wore on the upper left cheek bone which helped to make her appear older than she really was.

It was her eyes that always got the most attention. They were large and deep and soulful, yet they gave off an empty gaze that could stare straight through you. They were the eyes of a person who had a rich history herself, one that remained a mystery to all, even unto herself at times. And their color.. their color was something to take note of. Blood-red her eyes appeared to be in the light's reflection, for amongst the many shades of brown these were quite peculiar. It was with these eyes that she looked over the people that were already inhabiting the inn, knowing not a single one (for, after all, she had never been here before) and desiring no conversations at this time less one of the wittier folk speak with her first. If anything, all she desired at the moment was a place to sit down to cool off her feet after a longer than-what-it-really-was walk. The seats were quite cozy, and the full touch of silk against her bum did soothe her despaired soul a bit more. With a curl of smoke blown from her lips she sat back and closed her eyes, already beginning to feel more relaxed. When she opened them again, she looked back out across the room, and a sly smile formed on obsidian lips that contrasted against her usually pale complexion. "Well now.." she spoke slowly and softly, her thick, French accent always present in her words. "Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad as to speak with some of the locals, no?" She pouted for but a moment, but smiled again, wondering who she would prey on first. It wasn't very often that she felt compelled to converse with anyone, but her soul seem revitalized and it would be a miracle to meet people other than the noisy, rude folk she had left half-a-world away. Biting down gently on the tip of the holder, she breathed in some smoke and poured it back out her lips as she held an upraised elbow in her free hand, the hand holding the cigarette being used to rest her lower cheek on. A night filled with marvelous possibilities... how she had waited for this...

(was that too long!? ^_^)

 

[papillon24]

* wanders in and takes a seat at the bar. Pours a cup of coffee and begins to sip*