The Roaring 20's at Jasmine's

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

June the fifth, 1925,
My Dearest Diary,
It has been forever since I’ve found the time to write to you. So much has happened these past several days! I wish that I had the time to tell you everything, but I am so sleepy. (If I don’t get some sleep I’m going to be useless tomorrow!) I’m waiting tables at a place called Jasmine’s, and it’s a lot harder than I thought it was going to be—but I’m really starting to like working there. But I’m skipping ahead!
Yes, I made it here! Diamond City! Can you believe it? Oh, that’s right...you don’t know everything. You’ll notice that the two pages of my last entry were torn out. I’m Sorry about that. I was pretty upset at the time. I met a girl on the train, and I thought that she was my friend, but she wasn’t. She said her name was Kelly Shaw, but she was probably lying. She told me that she had her own compartment, but I found out later she was a stowaway. Of course, by that time I was also a stowaway! Isn’t that outrageous? (Oh sorry…a lot of people say, “Isn’t that outrageous?” here.)
Oh no! You aren’t going to believe this, but I let Lauren cut my hair off! Yes, It’s true! It’s very short now. Oh, I can’t believe it! If Mama and Poppa ever saw it…
Anyway, I met Kelly (or rather she met me) in the dining car, and then we ended up going back to my compartment. She talked me into ordering a bottle of wine to celebrate my great adventure. She told me about so many new things. I even smoked two cigarettes! Lauren told me that if I was going to go up here, then I had to look like a city girl. That’s when I let her cut my hair off. I was pretty drunk at the time.
We fell asleep in my compartment, and when I woke up she was gone. I couldn’t find her anywhere on the train. I found out later that all of my money was gone too. All of it! (Well, I don’t want to think too much about that.)
I was so close to Diamond City, and I wasn’t about to send a telegram back home, so I stowed away in the luggage compartment! Isn’t that outrageous! Well, not really! Ha ha! It was a miserable experience. Remind me to tell you about it sometime.
I have to go to sleep! I'll write more tomorrow I promise.

 

[Guest]

Capt. Fergus

IC :

Suddenly the vision of this delicious creature was blocked by a huge mass and the girl was gone, Ofcourse it was none but Clyde “That bunk!!!” I thought :"Yes Fergus... what is it that I can do for you?" he said a lot of that crab and "may I help you ? " kindda shit , but I really didn’t give a damn what he said or did, I was trying to get a final glimbse of this firm ass running away .
As soon as Clyde stood between Lindsey and me , three of my men surrounded him to make sure he doesn’t get any funny ideas : “WATCHIT MISTER , YOU ARE TALKIN TO AN OFFICER OF THE LAW HERE “ they warned him grabbing both his arms .and the tension in the room was high again .
I never did like that guy , I knew I could bust him any time I want , but still Jasmine counted on him , She wouldn’t let me touch him and I would never do anything to upset her , His time will come….sooner or later . I finished my thoughts as I made my boys let him go and looked at him straight in the eye : “ Where is your lady-boss ? “ I asked him in an obvious contempt , This guy doesn’t frighten me , in my days I would have got him under my feet in a second .
He was just going to answer me in his usual rudeness , when I interrupted his talking , and I turned away my face grapping some guy’s bourbon : “ Go get her “
During my last sentence I could see in the mirror one of my men talking to my assistant Reilly at the door , he was quite nervous and soon Reilly was the same . “ ummm..this night wouldn’t be so boring as after all “

 

[Serah]

Bethany

I distractedly sip on my drink as I scan the crowd. Suddenly I feel eyes like a warm summer day wash over me. I look up and for a second our eyes meet. It almost like electricity courses through me as I sink into his dreamy eyes. I smile a silly smile for a second but then come to my senses. Just look at him, hes a pretty boy, a prince among paupers. His type dates models and movie stars, Not city girls from Chicago. I sigh to myself as I remind myself that I have a job to do anyway. I have to keep an eye open for This Carrington guy...I wish Jasmine had given me a better desccription. I smile a parting smile at the handsome stranger and ask Clyde if he knows what this Carrington guy looks like.

 

[Grrrr]

Capt. Fergus

ICC :

That Clyde just stood there as if made of stone , he didn't seem to care what I do or say , so I repeated my demand for his boss again and slowly , pressing on my teeth , adding some of my personal charm .... "DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME DICKHEAD ?? GO GET HER " that's when Corp. Raelly addressed me :" Sir !! " I turned to him , he whispered in my ears with a few words:" a man....car....Vito....outside...." and my smile just got a little wider.

 

[Honey_B]

"Power" they say is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The sight of arguably the most powerful man in the city kneeling before her, giving her pleasure was undeniably erotic to Jasmine. And, Vito knew what to do to her body, knew how to make it sing. It had been so long since he had been like this, treating her body as if it was his entrance into heaven. The thought fuelled the vanity that Jasmine admitted was a part of her personality. So much had changed, so much had stayed the same.

Vito's eyes were dark with desire. They met her tawny ones.
She saw his passion for her in them and she saw something
else. "Was it hope?" Jasime asked herself.

Then....
Vito took her entire womanhood into his mouth. All but the most basic thought became impossible. Vito used his lips to traveled her silken sex like two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth over the velvet folds with gentle kisses. With his tongue, he caressed her budding clitoris until Jasmine began to writhe with need...

"M'amant..."
"You are an artist..." Jasmine gasped,
"Avec ta langue!"

OCC: Please forgive me, Shakespeare!

 

[Guest]

Sal

I drove away from Jassy's place with one thougt in mind, I've got to kill that bastard Vito. Theres no way it can be any other way. The cockey son of a bitch just walzes in there thinking he owns the fuckin' place, then proceeds to have his way with Jassy- after she refuses me earlier. I'm sure thats what they were doing in her private office. I must get my men together and rube him out. Then I've got to win my love's hand back. What is it about Jassy that drives me wild? No other women's ever mattered to me before. And sex,- forget it. Absolutly no womans ever come close to satisfing me like her. I would do anything, kill anybody, sell my soul for her. No, losing Jassy is not an option for me. I will win her heart at any cost, even if it means losing all my power and authoity. Whatever it takes...

 

[Angelus]

Clyde looked down at Fergus with a smile and said, "I will move if you ask me nicely enough but you haven't done that yet and I will not move for a person that shouts and screams like he owns the fucking joint. Now, if you will please sit down I will get you something to drink and then you can talk to Jasmine as soon as she comes out of her office but until then I will ask you to please not cause a disturbance."

He then took a step back and knew that he had said more than he should have but he really didn't like this guy. He was more nasty than the gangsters but while Jasmine ran this place and needed him then Clyde was forced to be nice.

He turned and saw that everyone was looking at the two of them standing there, just to see what would happen.
"Okay everyone, get back to what you were doing. Nothing is wrong here... just get back to your drinks. Sistine; we could use a little music to lighten up the tone of this place."

 

[ariosto]

Vito

Vito's fingers caress the tendons at the top of her inner thigh. Within his mouth he opens her like the petals of a pale pink rose, his tongue parting the outer folds of her labia, licking slowly along the lips themselves already tasting the creamy moisture of her arousal...

He looks at her, eyes of topaz half closed in abandon.
She wants to spread her legs as wide as the world. To surrender completerly to his mouth the glowing, burning, jewel that lies between her legs. He must sense this for his powerful hands open her thighs and his tongue parts the dewey lips...liquid velvet, licking up to tease the clit from it's sanctuary.

She feels herself opening, flowing, filling with blood...she arches towards him. His hands slide uder her ass lifting her up, he drinks from the goblet of her vulva a rich and honey like nectre.
Heat is flowing from her center in delicious waves to the very finger tips.
His tongue comes alive deep within her. Pushing in licking up, touching the burning walls of her vagina. Her hips begin rocking, her fingers dig deep into the sheets. His lips open and close on her swollen pearl, he sucks...she starts to go crazy.

His tongue thrums across it, shock waves...she writhes on the bed spreading her legs even wider.
Vito's cock is about to tear open his trousers, Her ecstacy is feeding his. He growls. His fingers dig into the firm cheeks of her ass, His tongue is stabbing into her, hard and thick, he feels her starting...starting!
His mouth again opens to take all of her inside, he sucks and pulls and thrusts...

"Dargli me il bambino.

Give it to me, Give it to me Baby,
Let me taste your cum.

... nella mia bocca"

 

[Serah]

Bet

Bethany eyed the flatfoot dangerously as he yelled at Clyde. She moved slightly as if to check her weapon, but a quick gesture told her taht Clyde didnt want trouble. She relaxed slightly but still kept her heater close. she leaned against the bar and asked Clyde if he knew what this Carrington guy looked like and If something should be 'done' about the shamus.

 

[Angelus]

Clyde scanned the room and it was then that he noticed the person standing near the bar in the tuxedo and he knew instantly who he was. He moved towards where Bethany stood and whispered, "See the guy that is over by the door in the tux, that is Carrington. See if you can keep him distracted so that I can watch or esteemed captain here."

He then moved away from her and saw by the little gesture that she made that Bethany understood. He then turned his attention back to Fergus to see what he was up to just to see that he was looking for Lindsey. Clyde instantly knew that the captain had his eyes or the young waitress but he knew that she was not ready yet and he didn't want her to get in any trouble because of Fergus.

 

[Serah]

Bethany

Bet felt a shiver of excitement course through her as she realized the Handsome stranger WAS Carrington. She blushed for a second then chastised herself. Get a hold of yourself your acting like a school girl. Just show him around and .. Her eyes looked up into his as he walked up,and her mind went blank.

 

[mars99]

Grant

I surveyed the scene at Jasmine's with a bit of distaste. Oh dear, things had gotten a bit more contentious than I had remembered them. Jasmine's had never been a place for the squeamish, but it seemed as if I had walked in on a powder keg ready to explode this time. Ah, but wasn't that part of the charm of speakeasies such as this? Mumsie would never approve of a Carrington inhabiting such a low, common watering hole as this, but I was not to be denied. I had to chuckle inwardly at the thought. Besides, there was a strikingly appealing woman demanding my full attention at the moment.

Dismissing my offer of a cigarette, she turned and headed toward the bartender. Ah, the chase was on! I watched her robustly lithe figure sauntering smoothly away. My piercing brown eyes wandered to her swaying posterior, which shimmied to and fro as only a woman of hard earned experience could have it do. The enticing draw of her behind combined with the sutry, street level jazz reverberating throughout the club, ignited me with a zest for life and for love that I was ever so thrilled to recapture.

I followed close on her heels and glided around to her front, halting her in her tracks. "Perhaps, you didn't hear me. I was wondering if you'd care for a cigarette and possibly join me for a drink?" I flashed a debonair Carrington smile which seemed to render her momentarily speechless. She stared at me, absorbing my presence fully, as I did hers.

"Oh, please forgive me, where are my manners? My name is Carrington....Grant Carrington."

OOC: Sorry, I posted before seeing your last post. I think it still fits though.

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...
She tried to walk up to the bar two times, but both time she turned away and found something else to do. Finally, Mr. Carrington motioned her over to where he was sitting with Bethany. He ordered their drinks refreshed.
"Clyde, I need two Vodka Collins's," said Lindsey. She was looking somewhere in the proximity of anywhere but at him.
"Coming right up," said Clyde, as if nothing had happened.
In the air all around her, Sistine began to liven the joint back up with some raucous tune that Lindsey didn't recognize, but liked. Wesley had even started tap-dancing experimentally, but with grace.
"Here ya go," said Clyde, putting the drinks on her tray.
"You shouldn't have done that. You could have gotten arrested! Are you a dummy? You're probably in a whole lot of trouble now, and I'm probably in trouble too with Jasmine!" Lindsey grabbed the drinks up with her tray and left him standing there. She wanted to say something different, but she didn't.

 

[Angelus]

Clyde stood there and wondered what he had said or done that would make Lindsey angry with him. He was only doing his job but for some reason she seemed to have taken it the wrong way but then he knew that he would never understand women. That is why he stayed behind the bar, drinks were easier to understand as well as the customers.

 

[Serah]

Bethany

Bet stood spell bound for a second and then found her voice. "Hello Grant, Im Bethany. Jasmine asked me to show you around while she atteneded to busines." Bet melted into those eyes again before she took a seat with the handsome gentleman. "I dont smoke, but I'll take that drink though." She took a sip and regained her composure. "Im sorry I shrugged you off at first, but when I saw you, I was supposed to be waiting for Grant and I didnt know you were him." She slipped back into her cool demeanor and smiled a mischievous grin. "So Mr.Carrington what would you like to do tonight?"

 

[Xantham]

Wesley Brown

OOC: Sheesh, every time I go to write an entry, a gazillion new things have happened.

IC: I knew that things would be jumpin' in a place such as this, but so much happened so fast, I tried to grasp it in my mind. The local tickler of the ivories came up to me and seemed interested in me as a dancer. Before I was able to answer her, the local fuzz came in. I recognized the brute that led the pack. I tried to make myself as small as I could in the corner of the bar. Capt O'Reilly had a reputation for beating up anyone he thought he could get away with.

"C..Clyde, I'se gonna sit over by the p..piano, iff'n you don't mind sir."

 

[Honey_B]

"Fout moi! Fout ma chatte avec ton bouche!"

Jasmine growls the words in a throaty whisper. She has become feline, an animal. She strained upward frantically. Vito lifts her, takes her vulva entirely in his hot, avid mouth. Jasmine flings her arms wide and grips handfulls of pillow, squeezing and twisting.

She is aware only of the sucking, oh, the teasing sucking. It was like something she only remembered from her most fervant dreams. Vito's mouth is too much for her. She is conquered.

"Oh, mon maitre! Je suis ayant la petite mort!" she screams, unable to remain silent. She feels herself pausing on the edge of orgasm, pausing, pausing, and then coming into Vito's mouth with a bursting rush and a widening pool of spasms which make her scream in incredulous abandon. Jasmine throbs, her hips jerk forward. The sensation goes on and on, flowing through her veins, setting her body on fire.

As the beauty of the moment subsides, Jasmine becomes aware of herself and her surroundings. She sees Vito and despite the barely controlled desire she sees lurking in his eyes, he smiles. It is the slow sardonic smile of an Italian man who knows he's pleased a woman.

Jasmine moves so that she is kneeling slightly behind Vito who is still sitting on the bed. She wraps her arms around his neck.
"Laisse moi déshabille toi, mon cherie," she whispers in his ear as she begins to undo his tie.

 

[mars99]

Grant

There was an innocent quality in her voice that belied her cool exterior. I was drawn to this contradiction with eager curiosity.

"Im sorry I shrugged you off at first, but when I saw you, I was supposed to be waiting for Grant and I didnt know you were him." she said.

"That's quite alright my dear, and may I say Jasmine could not have chosen a more exquisite woman to accompany me this evening." I signalled the attractive young waitress to refresh our drinks and focussed back on the stunning face of Bethany, upon which was now an alluring expression of temptation or danger, I couldn't tell which.

"So Mr.Carrington what would you like to do tonight?" she inquired.

"Well my dear, " I said, shifting my body closer to hers, her perfume wafting through the thick, smokey air, "I should like to get to know you quite a bit better." I flashed my most seductive smile and placed my arm around her, stroking her hair lightly.

"How did Jasmine get such a beautiful woman to grace this establishment with her presence?"

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

"Last call," said Clyde.
Lindsey could have kissed him, but then remembered that she was still mad. The grumbling crowd ordered their last drinks for the night at Jasmine's, and Sistine was playing some winding-down tune on the piano.
Most everyone had left when the cops had showed up, but a few seemed to be hanging around. Bethany and Mr. Carrington were curled up in a corner.
"Thank you," she said during a moment with Clyde after closing. She took Wesley's glass of water, and put it on her tray.

 

[maryceleste]

ooc: If I don't figure out how to put a quote like everyone else, then I'll probably break out a Tommy Gun or something! (Writing Bonnie Rules with cursive automatic weapon script.)

 

[Angelus]

Clyde looked at Lindsey in totaly shock and at first couldn't think of a thing to say but then he cleared his throat and said, "You are most welcome. I saw that he was leaning on you a little too much and I had to do something. If I did something that you didn't like then I am sorry and will not do anything like that again."

He then took a seat at the bar and closed my eyes, enjoying the peace that always came about when this place was empty. As he sat there though he wondered what Jasmine was up to but then he remembered and thought to himself Don't be stupid, you know what she is up to!

 

[Serah]

Bethany

Bet felt electricity in his touch as he pulled closer to her. She smiled and gave him a confident smile. Bethany pondered his commenst , "Jasmine has a way of getting what she wants, and for some reason she wanted this lowtown Chicago girl in her high class place." She sipped at her drink and made small talk with him she began to ask him where he was from when last call was suddenly being called. "If that was last call then Im sure theres alot of places where we could get aquainted."

 

[Honey_B]

The moments of passion had clouded Jasmine's mind. As she reached over to remove Vito's tie, she came to her senses and realized her lover was naked from the waist up.

"La petite morte fait moi très fou!" Jasmine said with a throaty laugh.

Jasmine moved with the luxurious grace of a dancer as she moved to the edge of the bed. She got up and stood in front of Vito.

"Tu ont donne le grand plaisir ce soir, great pleasure. Let me return the favor, n'est pas?" Jasmine knealt as she said these words. It was with skilled, knowing fingers that she unbuttoned his trousers, freeing Vito of them and his undergarments, his shoes and his socks. This complex man who had worshipped at her body now sat naked before her.

Jasmine looked into his eyes as she grasped his sweet manhood, stroking the masculine hardness in her velvet palm. Desire had made this powerful man compliant, and the thought made her smile. She glided her lips down the soft skin of his shaft. Intimate experience gave Jasmine the knowledge of how to make this man orgasm with brilliant speed and intensity. She sucked him in with cheek muscles of soft iron. Her hand came alive to stroke his soft sack, gently gliding her fingernails over the soft skin. Jasmine used her tongue to stimulate the sensitive head while keeping up the teasing sucking. The man could only take so much of her tantalizing torture. Vito groaned, unable to remain silent. He gripped her shoulders as his seed began to flow into her mouth, down her throat as he orgasmed. Jasmine swallowed the man's sweet gift and she held him between her lush lips until he began to fade.

"Comme vin éminent, non?" Jasmine smiled at the sated man. "Now, we will lean back and sleep, m' amour."

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After Vito had fallen fast asleep in Jasmine's arms, she got up quietly. She walked purposefully into her office where she retrieved her dress. Sliding it on over her head, she reached for a lipstick and brush. In just a few short moments, she looked much as she did before the daliance, minus her panties, of course.

"I have got to go find out what has happened to Sal," she thought as she entered the club.

 

[ariosto]

She was feast, a festività straordinario, no wine had ever been so sweet. He drank from the twisting chalice of her loins the nectre of ecstacy, she died the little death there in his hands and within his thirsty mouth. Using his tongue to collect the last of her dolce spremuta. Vito lays her down and strokes the damp skin below her naval. He makes little patterns with the moisture he tales from his lips.
"I vostri veneris de Mons è una fontana di piacere, carissima", he whispers.
" How may I please you next?"
So far Vito has not let himself think of his own pleasure, nor will he until he knows Jasmine is completely satiated. Entering her body with his cock is the coup de main, the grande finale and he does not mind defering it.
She's looking at him, her opalescent eyes glow like a cats in the night. He smiles and cocks an eyebrow as if to say...what next?
She comes up behind him, arms encircle him sliding under his suspenders meeting at the top button of his trousers...
"Laisse moi déshabille toi, mon cherie," she whispers. He feels the fullness of her naked breasts pressing into his back.
He moves her hands down until they can grasp the thickness of his penis. He blows in her ear, a soft warm breath. His fine teeth bite and tug atthe tender ear lobe.
"Yes Jasmine, please strip me down.
It is your turn at the table."


OOC:
Reverse the order of the last two posts and all is well.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

OOC: I appologize for my absence, RL often interfers with fun.

IC:

The last set of the night and I was free. I winked at Sistine and moved behind the bar, I hummed gently as I fixed my drink, nothing but water and lemon. I probably could go to something harder, but I liked to keep my head on straight. I poured a whiskey for Clyde and moved to stand before him.

"Feel like toasting with me?" My voice seemed a little shaky. What on earth was wrong with me. Maybe it was that stupid something I had felt when Clyde had stepped in and helped Lindsey. I tried to keep an eye on her. She was to young and to innocent to be in a place like this.

Clyde smiled at me and took the drink, "And what are we toasting?"

I smiled at him softly. I felt so very shy all of a sudden and I looked at the bar before whispering softly, "I don't know, I just want you to toast with me."