The Roaring 20's at Jasmine's

[ariosto]

Vito hurls the french post cards to the floor, throws his suspenders over his broad naked shoulders, pins the hand
grenades to them, grabs the sawed off in his right hand, the army colt in his left and kicks the door open!

Nothing...
He steps out in the hall.
The club is strangely quiet...somethings fishy.

 

[mars99]

Grant

While in the throes of ecstacy, I was dimly aware of an ominous silence beyond the walls of my suite. I had heard a short but loud cry from the room I believed was Jasmine's. Something was afoot. A man in my current situation, however, would require nothing less than Armegeddon to be moved, so with one dim ear on the goings on outside, I continued to enjoy Bethany's attention to my most intimate areas....

 

[Xantham]

Wesley

When Sistine confronted the two men near the stairs, I saw her in a new light. Here was a lady getting tough with two men who were obviously gangsters of some sort. And it seemed like she had no fear in her. Suddenly, after some harsh words I couldn't hear, the white one grabbed her dress and ripped it. I leapt up to do something, but before I could even start across the room, she had laid him out.

I caught myself staring at her exposed breasts for the brief moment before she covered them with her arms. They were lily-white and perfectly shaped. I blinked and they were hidden.

I saw the other ganster, the colored one, deflate when confronted by this bundle of energy. He handed her his jacket and they exchanged words. The next thing I see, this guy is coming over to sit next to me, trying to echange pleasantries. I can barely control the rage inside me after seeing what he and his partner tried to do to Sistine. I took the offered glass of water, but when he sat down I leaned back and kicked out with my metal-tipped heel and caught him in the forehead. "I ain't a c..cat, and I ain't n..no friend of yours." He dropped to the ground, out like a light.

I hurried across the room and reached out to Sistine, who was leaning on the door to an office. She turned with fire in her eyes, but when she saw it was me, she started shaking. Her nerves were catching up with her. I took her into my arms, her head was at the perfect height to nestle on my shoulder, and held her for a moment trying to soothe her.

I didn't know what I, a black man not yet 20, could do to help this woman who had more strength in her than one could easily see. My scrawny frame was solid, but I wasn't no fighter. My mammy always told me, "Wesley, you gots to stay away from trouble, cause it ain't gonna stay away from you."

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

Finally, she couldn't resist.
"I'll be right back," she told Clyde. He nodded, and she took a deep breath, left her tray on the bar, and headed upstairs. Climbing the staircase, heart thudding, she felt like everyone was watching her, but she told herself that she was being paranoid. Her face burned anyway, but soon enough she was standing alone in the upstairs corridor. Red carpet ran down the length of of it, and there were many doors lining both sides of the hallway. The artwork was a bit more explicit than what was hanging downstairs. All of them seemed to be nude couplings. Halfway down, a man was leaning back against the wall, his trousers open, and a woman was kneeling down in front of him. Lindsey's mouth dropped, because it was the first time she had ever seen a man with an erection, and certainly the first time she'd even thought that a woman would take it in her mouth. That wasn't even natural! In her mouth?
Lindsey turned away quickly. Her knuckles froze for a moment before she knocked on Jasmine's office.
Go back downstairs , her intuition warned her, but she was worried, so she knocked.

 

[maryceleste]

ooc: grrrr my message repeated..soo..

knock knock

 

[Angelus]

Clyde looked at the two gangsters and then at the stairs, wondering what Lindsey was up to. He knew that he should go and see what she was up to, to help her but he also knew that there is no way that a person my size could sneak up the stairs. He looked at everyone and saw that although everything was tense knew that they were not going to do anything foolish.

 

[Serah]

Bethany

Bethany had filed her finely tuned instincts away in a place where her passions and desires are usually hidden. Bethany was all hunger and passion at the moment her hand was slowly becoming a blur as her lips,toungue and hand competed in a race to make this gorgeous cock explode in her mouth. As she felt him nearing she shifted position to take in as much as possible. Somewhere deep within her she was realizing that someone had screamed for help and a second ago someone had kicked in a door and shouts were heard. She sighed as the realization that the time for ecstasy would be over soon.
And for that someone would have to die.
Subconciously she reached for her weapons sighing as she tasted his pre cum, no rest for the wicked she supposed.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine threw open the door to her office and ran straight into Vito. Her body smacked full into his. Hastily, she pushed him back inside.

Jasmine gasped. She had smeared blood on Vito's naked chest. Her eyes focused on the scarlet imprint. She knew the look in her eyes was wild, she felt out of control.

She had absolutely no idea what her lover's reaction would be. Jasmine knew she had to tell him and she could not afford tender vulnerability even though she wanted to fling herself into Vito's arms and never leave.

"I have killed Sal. He died at my hand, in my arms. Je suis la meutrier, a murderess. Je tuent pour vous. Non, I killed for us! What's worse, I have thrust you into terrible danger! Sal's voyous wait just outside, while Sal's body cools upstairs!" There, she had cast herself at Vito's mercy. She looked deeply into his unreadable black eyes, waiting desperately for a response.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sam Wild, Crime Beat Reporer

I stepped inside, glad to be out of the rain, and shook off my hat. My light seersucker suitcoat was drenched. I should've brought an umbrela. I straightend my bowtie, and proceeded. Oh the life of a reporter, I mused.

It was well past one in the morning, but this place knew no cuffew. I scanned the room for a second. Apparently, I just missed some action, for there was a man lying out cold by the steps. Another man, a colored, was climbing to his feet by the piano. They both appeared to be dressed like gangsters. Just my luck, I thought, always one step behind. I made my way to the bar, eyes taking in the sceanary.

I had been on the job less than six weeks, and already my boss was putting presure on me to break "the big story". I had heard that this was the place where all the mafia bigwigs, as well as the bent cops hung out. I figured hanging out here would surely lead to a great byline.

Already my tip was proving to be a wise move. In addition to the wasted hoodlooms, I took in a police captain and a few of his men sitting at bar.

I'd hopped to get an exclusive interview with the lady who runs the joint, but I may also break a story. Wow, immagine actualy having something to write about for the next few days! Easy now, I tell myself, lets not get ahead of ourself. Still, I can't help feeling the rush at the possibility.

I order a shot of Old Log Cabin from the bartender. Suddenly, I feel eyes all around the room watching me. I slam my drink and order another. This could be a hostail working envirnment.

I spotted a very young and cute waitress looking rather nervous. "Hi", I said walking over to her smiling reasuringly, "My name is Sam Wild, and I'm with the Daily Chronicle". I continued, "Can we talk?"....

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

While she waited for a response, someone knocked on the door. "Damnent!" Jasmine cursed under her breath.

She turned to the door and opened it a crack. Lindsey stood outside. "Now what?" she thought. Through the open door, Jasmine heard a stranger at the bar say, "My name is Sam Wild, and I'm with the Daily Chronicle. Can we talk?"

"Merde," she hissed in Lindsey's face. Tension made Jasmine's brow crease.

"Lindsey, do not turn around, but there is a man at the bar, wearing soaked seersucker. Apparently he is a reporter and he could not have shown up at a worse time! I need you to distract him. Do whatever it takes even if it means entertaining him upstairs..." Jasmine whispered with soft desperation. "I wish I did not have to ask you to do this, but I do not have anyone else," Jasmine said looking deep into Lindsey's innocent eyes.

A look of silent communication passed between the woman. Jasmine closed the door as Lindsey began to move over to the bar.

She returned to Vito.

 

[ariosto]

At first Vito seemed not to comprehend.

"Omicidio!"
Jasmine...you killed Sal!"

Her eyes were full of tears.

"For me..."
She killed him for me....

He wrapped his protective arms around her. Her sweet breasts crushed against him.

"Non preoccuparsi, Carissima.
No one will harm me ...or you!"

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

She came back downstairs. Her face was pinched as she thought intently on something. Her eyes met Cylde's, and the bartender raised his eyebrows in question. Lindsey took her eyes away from him quickly and shook her head slightly. When she looked back, Clyde was looking down at the drinks he was making. She watched him for a second longer, and then Lindsey scanned the bar. She immediately saw the young reporter in a seersucker jacket.
Like he had some sort of radar, the man looked over at Lindsey, and then got up from the bar and walked toward her. He had an open and friendly face, but his eyes were bright and alert. She met him halfway, with butterflies in her stomach.
"Hi," He said. "My name is Sam Wild, and I'm with the Daily Chronicle. Can we talk?"
"Hi...My name is Lindsey Walker. Welcome to Jasmine's. We can talk over there, if you'd like," she said, and pointed to an empty table.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sam Wild

Lindsey, what a pretty name, I thought. I followed her over to a table and sat down. I took out a pack of Chesterfields and shook one out and offerd it to her "Would you like a smoke?". I causually waited for her to answer.

She appered to be younger than me but she carried herself with confidence. She looked like an innocent country girl and I wondered what she was doing in this tough, intimidating city.

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

"Thank you," she said, taking the cigarette. Sam lit it for her and then Lindsey sat back and met his eyes.
Distract him , Jasmine had said.
"So, you're a reporter," she said."That must be terribly exciting. How long have been doing that?"

 

[Angelus]

Clyde stood there and wondered what the hell was going on. This place had turned into a mad house really quickly and he seemed to be the only one that was sane. He walked over to where Desiree stood and moved closer to her, trying to see if she needed any help but right now even he didn't know what to do. It wasn't often that this happened, he usually knew what to do all the time but this time he had no idea but he did know that if something did happen then he would protect anyone that was near him, that was his job.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sam Wild

I lit the cigareete for her and admired her features. "I've been working at the paper for a few months", I replied. "Its my first job since I finished school, and actually its been kind of slow", I finished.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine wanted to lose herself in Vito, to forget everything that had happened. She could not afford to or she would lose everything, possibly even her life or worse, Vito.

"I must get rid of his vermin," she said referring to Sal's henchmen. "Let me do it, it's my mess."

Jasmine walked into her powder room. She cleaned the awful traces of Sal's blood off her hands. Looking in the mirror, Jasmine was amazed that she did not appear any different... except for her eyes.

She walked purposefully for the door, fixing a sultry smile on her mouth as she passed through it. Jasmine walked with a swish of her hips over to the table where the two men sat. She wrapped her arms around the two thugs shoulders.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to welcome you tonight. Your boss has been keeping me quite busy upstairs," Jasmine laughed and rolled her lovely eyes. "He asked me to come down and, in his words, 'Tell em ta get outta here.'" Jasmine's imitation of Sal was nothing short of charming. The two goons chuckled and Joey pinched her derierre. Jasmine pretended to be amused.

Jasmine was delighted that Quick and Joey appeared to be more than happy to cut out. Quick grumbled about how it was a waste of time to be hanging around while Sal just got balled upstairs. As the two dangerous men left, she blew them an insincere kiss and waved. They would no doubt be back and in a less jovial frame of mind.

Jasmine stopped to talk to Sistine, but her eyes fell on Wesley first. "Looks like you've picked a bad day to drop in at 'Jasmine's.' I hope you won't hold it against us. I have seen you dance and I would love to hire you. We will talk later. Enjoy the rest of the evening. The bar and kitchen are at your disposal."

She turned to Sistine, "Everything is under control for the moment." She took in Sistine's dress and her eyes softened, "Looks like you have had quite an evening yourself, cher. Come into my office and we'll get you something to wear."

Jasmine turned and walked back into her office, closing the door again.

"They have left, for the moment. Now, what am I going to do about Sal, I mean his b-b-body?" Her voice sounded almost childlike as she collapsed in Vito's arms.

 

[mars99]

Grant

I had had them all: young ones, older ones, strong ones, weak ones, innocent ones, devious ones. Bethany was the first woman ever that made me feel I wasn't in control. That is was me who would follow her, not the reverse as I was now accustomed to. It was something in her touch, her carriage, her secretive powers of seduction born of years of hard earned pain which I would never know.

As my orgasm approached I was fully obsessed with this woman, wondering where she might lead me, wondering if I really knew what I was getting into. She jerked and sucked me with such force a circuit blew in my brain. I came in her mouth with the force of a lion, letting out a cry of passion surely audible to everyone upstairs and down. I pumped my cock furiously into her mouth, my eyes glued to her throat at it undulated, swallowing every morsel of my seed....

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sam Wild

I sat back and watched Lindsey. She appered to be aggitated and was tring to play it off. She was sitting back in her chair, and her arm holding the cigarette was pointed towards the ceiling. As I watched the smoke curl upwards, I began to become more interested in her than my story.

She was a slender brunette, wearing a dress that made her look very charming. Her accent was pure southern, and I became courious as to what she was doing here.

I decided to continue the small talk. "So, I bet you see a lot of action around here", I paused as she inhaled some smoke. While she exhaled, I continued, "A fair lady such as yourself seems a bit out of place here." Her eyes quickly darted around the room. I was wondering what she was afraid of. "Where are you orriginally from?" I asked.

 

[ariosto]

Having Jasmine in his arms again, so soft and vulnerable was a challenge to Vito's wits. He wanted to take her right there on the floor. Open her up and thrust himself into her then maybe he could think straight. The urge to possess her was overwhelming. He grabbed her up in his strong arms and laid her down...

"Vito." she gasped.
"Please, Sal...I, I..."

He drowned her words with a burning kiss.

 

[missla]

Lindsey

As I sat with Sam, I nervously puffed on my cigarette as I continually watched around the room. I smiled as I listened to him - he wouldn't believe some of the things that went on around here. He asked where I was from - "I grew up in Mississippi, but I guess now I'm from here." My mind kept drifting back...

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sam Wild

I wanted nothing more than to put this fragile girl at ease. Gently, I took Lindsey's left hand. I turned it over, examining the palm which looked soft and white.

"Lindsey, I know what it's like to be overwhelmed by a big city, to feel like you're in over your head. You don't have to be nervous around me," I said looking directly into her eyes.

"Look at me... Fresh out of college, scrambling for a story I can't seem to get, still dripping wet from the rain outside. Do I look intimidating?" I said with a voice that bordered on a Jimmy Stewart shake.

I looked down at her small hand in mine. Lazily, I traced circles in the center of her palm.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine did not need people in her life. She had tried to eradicate dependancy from her life like a disease. In the infinite irony of a Greek tragedy, she needed Vito now like she needed air to breathe. His kiss had the power to obliderate her ruthless action... almost.

"Vito, je voudrais d'oublier, aider moi... I want to forget, help me," she pleaded softly.

"Avec l'amour..."

 

[ariosto]

Vito covered her body with his own like a warm blanket. His words seered like fire as he breathed them against her flushed skin...

"Dimenticherete il mio amore"
He kissed her lips, caressing them with his own, he nuzzled his face in the warmth of her throat and said them again.
"Dimenticherete il mio amore..."

He tore open her gown with his big rough hands and kissed her breasts...

"Dimenticherete"
Forget...forget...
He took her nipple in his mouth and kissed it.
"Il Mio amore..."
His lips brushed the other one, whispering.

Vito peeled her like a ripe fruit as he kissed his way across her stomach,mons and thighs.

"Il mio amore...Il mio amore..."
Words she barely heard, concious only of his need and hers to merge into one.
His hands never left her. When her clothes lay all in disarray and she was lying naked on the foor Vito was still touching her, whispering the same words over and over...

He raised her tawny legs over his broad shoulders
and began to move his cock in long delicious slides across the moist length of her ardent sex.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

She looked around her, not really sure what to do. She could feel the heat of Clyde's body next to her and thought, When in Rome...

Desiree turned and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his, running her tongue along the seem of his lips.