The TP Club

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

As I hand Catherine a fluted glass of bubby, I notice our manager leading a younger man toward me. Puzzled for the moment, then, it comes to me. He is the spitting image of our recently deceased member, DePlay - David, I think. I remember sending him an invitation. Holding out my hand, I say, "Hello, David, welcome to TP. And let me introduce you to a friend, Catherine Bouvier. Please make yourself at home and greet the other members and guests. We are informal here."

Resting my hand on Catherine's bare back, I let my fingers brush her - so light, its like a zephyr.

 

[TPLover]

Mel

OOC: Melanie (Mel), is a woman whose vivacity and beauty belie her over-40 years. She is happily mature, though few would be able to accurately guess her age. Her wealth allows Mel to pamper herself, both in her choices of clothing, and the way she cares for her exquisite body. She is very familiar with the best spas, and often travels the world to experience their latest pleasures. Her sensuality always causes a stir as she moves through a room. She is admired by men, and some women, and often envied and hated by others, both for her beauty and her wealth.

She is a "self-made" woman, who was raised in a storekeeper's family. Her disappointed and angry parents forced Mel to work in the store every moment she wasn't in school. They hated their inherited business, and Mel hated it even more. The moment her father died (her mother died several years before, leaving Mel to deal alone with her father's frequent abuse) Mel sold the business. An economics class had piqued her interest in investments, and she had secretly pretend-played the market ever since. At 18, she began to invest, and while beginning cautiously, her natural flair for the market soon led to great success.

Mel understood stocks, sports, and men, not necessarily in that order, but she preferred to keep her knowledge to herself.

She has received a hand-delivered invitation from the club manager. It is in the name of David dePlay, although he is unaware of it. The manager, remembering David's late father's taste for extraordinary women of maturity and grace, took it upon himself to invite Mel. He hopes her attentions will ease David's reentry into loal society, and distract him from the pain of his recent loss. The manager has known Mel for many years, and secretly longs for her attention for himself.

He sends a limo for Mel, who arrives at the Hedon Building feeling slightly annoyed at the manner of the invitation. But, she's also intensely curious about the famed, and oh-so-secret mysteries of the TP Club and the stranger who has invited her in such an odd manner.

Tonight, Mel is expensively blonde, with make-up so well-applied as to appear non-existent. She is 5'6", maintains her weight around 125 voluptious pounds by virtue of exercise and eating only those foods she really enjoys. She is wearing an ankle-length, form-fitting silver gown with golden threads worked into the fabric. The gold highlights Mel's long, golden hair. Her choker (which vaguely resembles a collar)is a mixture of silver-toned pearls and tiny gold beads. She wears tiny earrings and her bracelet is a miniature of her choker. Her silver heels are a comfortable 3". Like everything she wears, they are handmade for her.

 

[Passionnee]

Catherine (Cath)

As I walk towards Thor I suddenly feel self conscious, there is only one woman present now at the gathering, and I can feel all the men gaze at me. Then I remind myself that this is like entering a meeting with a bunch of men. Even though I am still a young engineer, I manage to climb up the corporate ladder real fast. Witty, intelligent and hard worker, I always felt comfortable in the presence of men.

Thor greets me with a nice kiss on the cheek, and asks what I want to drink. To these words I see the man I glanced in the lobby of the building walk in the room. He is tall and athletic build, like she likes her man, shoulder length auburn hair, and the nicest smile she ever seen. She had caught him glance at her in the lobby, and had tried to slow down her pace, hoping he would be able to jump in the elevator with her, and find out if this handsome man was heading the same place she was, but alas. Here he was now walking towards her and Thor, all she could do was smile, and look him directly in the eyes.

He was next to me now, as Thor did the introductions. “I am David DePlay, nice to meet you Catherine” he says with a voice that sends shivers through my body. With those words I feel Thor’s fingers flutter on my bare back. I can feel my nipples get slightly hard. Oh god I say to myself, good thing I am wearing a black sweater, they would easily see how excited I am right now, and that I am braless. “Please call me Cath, David” as I take a sip of my bubbly and gaze into his eyes. I want to know this man better I say to myself, there is something intriguing about him.

 

[TPLover]

Mel

Escorted by the smiling club manager, Mel moves confidently into the club room. Glancing around, her cool blue eyes land on David, and at first she smiles at the sight of this handsome man making eyes at a beautiful woman over their champagne glasses.

But on second glance, she suddenly draws a quick breath, almost a gasp, and thinks: "My God, I know that man!".

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : I don't know what to do anymore, I invited David to join the post, and seems I am fighting for him now!!! lol

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

OOC: on the count of three, take ten paces, turn and fire LOL

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : lmao too funny Thor..I will wait for news from David, so he lets me know. I am sure David will be flattered about this. Shouldn't it be men fighting for women..lol We need more men in this thread soon..=o)

 

[NomDePlay]

DePlay again ...

OOC: am i the single luckiest guy in this club or what??? maybe this town isn't as bad as i thougth it was ... now, if only i can post this correctly ... <BG>

IC: Thor is more than cordial to me when we meet, as is the stunning woman with whom he stands. Her handshake is firm, but somehow gentle. I can tell she is not uncomfortable being surrounded by men ... her confidence is part of what makes her so damned attractive.

"I didn't know that the club had opened its doors to women, Thor." I say, my eyes glued on Cath's.

Thor smiles wryly. "Oh, on some days," Thor said, "we have been known to make exceptions." He glances at Cath ... and I wonder if my gazes are being cast at a woman that he covets, or maybe already possesses. I steady myself, then - realizing I still hold Cath's hand - release it, and turn to Thor.

"I really appreciate you allowing me to attend tonight, Thor. It was quite gracious of you and the Club." For the first time I notice her perfume .. damn, what is it about her?

"Again, no problem. Your father was well respected here. And - after doing a little research - there are more than a few of us who happen to think you would make a good addition to our permanent membership."

I shift slightly. It had not occured to me that anyone here would consider asking me to stay here. My life has not been in this town for almost 15 years ... so why does the proposition make me smile a bit??

"I don't know, Thor," I say. "My work takes me around the world." I turn slightly, and start to look around the room. "I hadn't thought of moving ba-"

A woman walks off the elevator. She is wearing an elegant, form-fitting dress that draws every eye in the room. Something about her is familiar ... a bell goes off in the back recesses of my mind. Who ... ?

I turn back to Cath and Thor. "Cath," I say, "might i convince you to help me refresh my drink?" I try to cast her a "help me" look ... god, I hope that I don't look like an idiot. But suddenly, for the first time in a long time, I have a burning desire to move to a quiet, empty part of the club. It surely cannot be her ...

 

[Passionnee]

Catherine (Cath)

OOC : oh dammit..i lost everything I wrote..grrrrrr

 

[TPLover]

Mel

OOC: Oh, Passionnee, I know how that feels! I thought I would never get the hang of the back/forward move. (One would think I had that down pat, now wouldn't one?)
Anyway, let's have fun with this story. It can go sooo many ways.

Staring at David, Mel suddenly recalls their past together. She felt her knees buckled a little, and as she caught her breath, she realized that she was feeling more than a little wet--completely unexpected. David was the only man who had ever made her feel hot with just one look.

As she staggered slightly, she leaned against the club manager for support. "Mr.Bishop," she breathed, "would you please introduce me to some of the other guests? I'm feeling somewhat at a loss, here."

Bishop, deeply enamored of this stunningly beautiful woman and snsitive enough to realize what was happening, happily agreed. He wanted to get her away from Mr. David. Sometimes, when Mr. Thor was in the right mood, he would allow Bishop to participate in the club's "special" activities. He would introduce this gem to Thor--and hope.

 

[catlover]

i too am old money - not a lot but enough -my dad died and left me with a nice bundle including the membership into TP - i make many of the meetings but my wife doesnt play - even with me - so i come alone or occasionally with another lady. I know Clark slightly and have participated with him a few times - tonight sitting in my nice soft chair i see him entering with another couple - a gorgrous asian lady in red and my mouth (and other parts) start to water - i jump up and come over to say hello and welcome and "nice to have you with us" hoping that later i can just leave out the "with us"- hopefully this will turn out to be a memorable evening

 

[Passionnee]

Catherine (Cath)

Every word that David says register in my mind. He has been away for the last 15 years, he travels all over the world. Oh god this man sounds more and more interesting by the minute. I smile inwardly, he held my hand for quite a while. Is he intrigued as much as I am right now, I wonder.

Bong! I turn slightly around to see this gorgeous woman walk out of the elevator. She walks over the public room with such confidence. I glance at David, and see the expression on his face change. Does he know her? The thought leaves my mind when I hear you say "Cath, might I convince you to help me refresh my drink?"

"With pleasure David, Thor if you will excuse me." I say in my french accent. Thor nods with a approving look as he seems to be caught in the beautiful creature that just walked in. Before leaving, I raise up on the tip toe of my high heels to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, and whisper softly in his ear "Thank you Thor, I feel this evening will be exceptional." With those words, David takes me by the elbow and leads me to the other side of the room.

"Ahh this is more quiet now." David says, with a sigh of relief. "I notice you have a french accent, where from may I ask?" I can feel his eyes devour me.

"I am French Canadian, and just recently moved to the States." I reply as I reach over to pick up a new glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and innocently brush my breast on his arm. Ok well maybe not so innocent after all. I want to know if he is attracted as much as I am to him. Trying to get a reaction on his part, I move my body closer to his.

 

[NomDePlay]

David

Standing next to Cath both calms and excites me in ways I've not felt in a very long time. When she "brushed" against me, it sent a jolt through my senses. What an intriguing and alluring woman she is! She moves subtly closer to me as we begin to talk ... because she wishes to remain a mystery to the other men here, or because she feels the same attraction that i do?

"Canada's loss is definately our gain," I smile, as I ask the waiter if it would be possible for him to bring me a Glenlivit neat. He promptly replies in the affirmative, and moves away. "What do you do to afford membership in the TP Club?"

Cath smiles. "One might ask you the same question," she repleis coyly. "But as I understand it, you are not exactly a member here either." She emphasizes the word either, letting me know that she too is not a full-flegded member of the club.

I grin. "Fair enough," I smile. I step toward her, and reach over her shoulder to take the drink being brought my way by the waiter. She holds her ground, allowing me to practically press my body against her. Damn ... this woman becomes more amazing with each moment we spend together. Is it because I feel particularly vulnerable right now that she is so mesmerizing? Or is she really that fantastic? I try to recall the last woman I met who so facinated me ... and vague memories begin to sharpen in my mind. Pieces of pictures come together ...

"So what do you know about this 'special meeting', Cath?" I ask, before sipping at my drink. Suddenly, I begin to realize that this is going to be a very, VERY interesting evening.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC: Welcome, catlover...

IC:
At first I'm shocked at what Clark is saying, but then I feel a warm wetness spread in my loins and realize the idea turns me on. So, Gary has told Clark of his fantasy, must have been one day when they travelled and got drunk together. I never thought it was more than a fantasy! And I have secretly been attracted to Clark for a long time, and every time we met, we flirted harmlessly.

When he pulls me in his arms and kisses me, my reaction is spontaneous and hot. I look at Gary over Clark's shoulder, and he smiles, giving permission to his wife to kiss and make love with another man.

Clark lets me go when a man comes over, shakes Clark's hand and is introduced to us, Norman Michaels. A tall handsome man, light brown hair, green eyes, a lawyer, he said. Clark invites him to come sit with us, which he does, and the men talk about stock and sports <ugh>.

While they talk, I feel his eyes on me all the time, his gaze sometimes so intent it's like he's undressing me. It makes me nervous, but also arouses me, and I feel my nipples stiffen. These will be the men who will make love to me tonight, I think.

Soon the MC says that the show will begin. We all move to the front, to sit on chairs that are arranged theatre like in a row. I sit between Norman and Clark, with Gary on Clark's other side, beside Catherine, who sits next to Thor. The lights dim, and the curtain up front opens to reveal a small stage. The music starts and two couples dance onto the stage, the men in loincloths, the girls in seethrough billowing haremlike pants and bra's encrusted with glittering sequins. Their dance is beautifully erotic, clearly eastern. Midway through, they start to take off their clothes, and naked they continue to writhe and dance as if they're copulating. The male dancers' penises are erect and the girls writhe snf twirl thier breasts. They end up on light mattrasses, one pair in each corner of the stage, the men on their backs, their hardons pointing up, and the girls lower themselves on them, and ride them to a climax. The music gets louder, and faster, with cymbals clanging and they move faster too. It's like the two girls are racing each other, who can make her partner cum first. Then the girl on the right side slumps over, and quickly kneels up, holding her partner's convulsing cock in her hand, pointing at it spewing forth its hot jism. A few seconds later the girl on the left does the same. Then they both kneel down to lick him clean. The show ends to an enthusiastic clapping from the audience.

Watching the kind of show she's never seen before, between two very attractive men, is making Eve feel very sexy. Clark has his arm over the back of her chair, his fingers playing with her long hair, only to discover that her back is bare, almost to the waist. Norman has taken her hand, and is lacing his finger through hers, while he looks like he wants to kiss her.

After that, there are a few more shows, each more erotic than the other, and by the time it's over, Eve is soaking wet, and ready for anything....

 

[TPLover]

Mel

OOC: Catlover, what's your fantasy name? It helps keep the characters straight in our minds if we post our names in the subject line each time. You sound like you're going to be an interesting character.

IC: As Bishop gently maneuvers Mel across the room toward Thor Chandler, he quietly tells her a little about each member who has arrived. As club manager, Bishop knows these men very well; in fact, there's little about them that he doesn't know.

He and his son, Carlin, share a venal streak, and he admireds Carlin's computer genius as he watches him hack into the member's personal and business records. He tells himself that this is a hobby to satisfy his curiousity about these powerful and wealthy people, but deep inside, Bishop knows that if his extremely well-paid sinecure was ever threatened, he would unhesitatingly use the information to his advantage.

OOC: Does anyone want to play Mr. Bishop and/or Carlin? If you're interested, we can throw a little suspense into this fantasy. Danger always heightens passion, don't you think?
If not, they an just drop away. Bishop could have even used his son's computer skills to maneuver Carlin into the club as a member, using a pseudonym & made-up personal and financial history.

IC: "Mr. Chandler," Bishop says in his best club manager manner, "May I present Ms. Mel Howland?"

Mel glanced briefly at the back of the retreating David, then turned the full power of her smile upon Chandler. "How do you do, Mr. Chandler. What a lovely rooms these are. I'm glad to be a guest at your club. But sir, can you tell me the name of my angel? My invitation overlooked including his name. It only said I was invited to a "special" evening. Nevertheless, my curiosity brought me here." As always, Mel's manner was even and smooth, like the richest cream in it's affect, yet also as always, her clear directness was just thinly covered enough to provoke strong curiosity in the sophisticated.

As she spoke to this very elegant man, Mel inwardly grinned and wondered what her asshole Daddy would be thinking if he could watch her from his grave. She was never happier than the day he died, and if he hadn't died soon, she was sure she would have "helped him along" a little. "That prick thought putting on a sports coat was dressing up."

However, she certainly didn't let those ugly thoughts show as she waited for Chandler to respond.

 

[TPLover]

TP Lover, shaking head in self-annoyance

OOC: Sorry, friends, I get so caught up in writing/rewriting to make every word just right that I'm slow posting. Damn! I was so busy I almost missed the dance!
I'll try to do better. g

 

[asian cunny]

OOC: Mel, don't blame yourself, these things happen to others, too (incl. me!). You're doing fine, though.
And Catlover is Norman Michaels.
AC

 

[asian cunny]

ooops....posted twice by mistake......

[Edited by asian cunny on 09-13-2000 at 06:36 AM]

 

[Passionnee]

Cath

As David reaches for his drink, I feel is muscular chest pressed against my body. If he is trying to tease me, he sure is succeeding. From time to time I glance at Thor who is now talking to the stunning blonde woman. I keep wondering, why did he invite me, did he have anything in mind for me. I shake off these thoughts as I hear David's voice.

"So what do you know about this 'special meeting', Cath?"

Does he really know, or just trying to make me say it out loud. With a big grin on my face I look directly in his eyes and say "Well I know that TP stands for triple penatration" I emphasize on the triple as a I continue to talk, "and that a few selected ladies and couples are invited to join in." A wicked grin appears on his face "So I see you are a very open minded lady."

"Yes and I will share a little secret with you." moving to whisper in his ear "I always fantasized about making love with 3 men at once." With these words said, I stand back a little and smile at David, looking for a reaction on his behalf.

Saved by the bell. The Club Manager announces that the show is about to begin. So we both proceed to the chairs set up in rows. I don't know how, but I end up sitting between Thor and what seems to be the husband/boyfriend of the very pretty looking asian woman. Oh god, I was getting to know this man, now he seems so far away. I glance at him with a confused look. He smiles back, and the expression in his face, says relax everything will be ok.

The show begins, but I have a hard time focusing on the 2 dancing couples. I look at the girls riding their partners, and it sends a shiver through my body. I keep imagining that one of those woman is me and the recipient of this lust is David. How good it would feel to have those nice hands on my hips, his mouth covering my firm round breast,his... I shake my head. I need some air. I look at Thor and ask to be excused as I want to go powder my nose.

"Are you ok, Cath?" Thor whispers. I nod yes as I get up and walk pass David. As I walk towards the Ladies room, I glance back and see David walking behind me.

"Cath, please wait, there is something I need to tell you." with one hand reaching for my arm, to stop me. "Yes, what is it David?" with a puzzled look on my face.

 

[FlamingoBlue]

I received an invitation to the TP Club, at my office, late last night. I had heard of the place several times during sessions with my patients. My name is Dr. Daniel Silver. I am a psychiatrist.

I am very private about my personal life and make it a habit not to socialize with people who are my patients. It makes them feel uncomfortable that I know so much about them and their personal lives that it inhibits them and me, in social settings. I looked at the invitation and it was for the following evening. I wondered if I should go. I also wondered who sent the invitation.

I am in my mid 50's, reasonably fit and in good emotional health. My wife an I are happily married, but we live seperately, because her job causes her to live on the West coast, while we have our home on the East coast. We had been married for 25 years and during that time we had been monogamous, despite the distance between us.

One of my patients had recently died. I won't disclose his name as that would be unprofessional. His son had recently returned to town, after a long absence. At the time of his death, he was in a relationship with a very powerful woman who he had hoped to marry. She, too, was a patient of mine along with a host of other "movers and shakers" in this town.I knew them all! Another one of my patients had described a fantasy involving his wife and another man. Rich or poor, everyone has difficulties with sex. Thank goodness for Freud.

I knew that the TP Club held a "special" monthly meeting where almost anything was acceptable behavior as long as it involved consensual sex. I thought that this would be an excellent opportunity for me to observe my patients " in action" while enjoying myself, at the same time. I was really tempted to go but I didn't know how I could be present without causing difficulties for the others, unless....

I called my good friend Jon. Jon owns a very successful salon. I asked him if he could change my appearance so that I could attend a rather risque party where others might recognize me. Jon laughed and said that he wold be happy to help but that I would likely have to change my hair color, add a beard and mustache, use colored lenses and add a scar or two to my face. He said" By the time I get done with you your own mother won't recognize you." My problem was that my mother wasn't going to be there.

My other problem was that I recieved the invitation in my name and "I" wasn't coming. I needed to get a new invitation, but how???

 

[TPLover]

Mel

OOC: Welcome, FlamngoBlue. You sound like a very interesting, sexy man, as well as clever enough to figure out how to get the invitation you need. Not too difficult for a simple country lawyer, right? I'm going to look forward to intereacting (see how delicately I put that?) with you.

IC: "Ummm," Mel hummed a little under her breath. "This is shaping up into quite an interesting evening. That gorgeous Cath is all but climbing up David's leg to keep his interest, and I certainly don't blame her. He is yummy tonight. That's okay, no doubt I'll have my chance to "visit" with him later. In the meantime, the room appears to be filling up with some very exciting men, not to mention that stunning asian woman almost sandwiched between two men.

And what's up with this erotic dance? If it's intended to get we three women hot and juicy, it's certainly working. I'm going to have to work at keeping up my cool, collected persona. Right now, I'm just about ready to jump the bones of any of these men who will stand still! Oh God, Thor's looking my way. Can he sense how wet I'm getting, just sitting here watching and thinking?"

 

[catlover]

i went over to the bar to get a drink- then jopined the audience for the show - the twso couples were very erotic but i couldnt take my eyes off of Eve between her two men. Also checked out Cathy - all these pretty ladies and the party hasnt even started yet- looks like an interesting evening and all kinds of fun ideas are forming in my head

 

[Syd]

Amelia Harrington

Rifling through my husband's things, I come across a very intriguing envelope which has already been opened. The address is hand written in calligraphy with a return address of his club atop the Hedon Building downtown. I see that it was sent to his office and not our home. I've been looking through my husbands things for months now, knowing full well he's been doing more than staying late at the office and going alone on his business trips. I sit on the floor of our large walk-in closet, contemplating opening the invitation and trying to recall how we could have come to be "one of those couples"...

We met 13 years ago in London. I was the lead in a popular broadway show on tour. A very striking man- tall, salt and pepper hair, very fit body and sparkling white teeth came to meet me back stage after a Saturday night performance. He was dressed in a beautiful suit; everything about him said class and wealth. He praised my performance and said he loved my singing voice, "like a songbird singing to my heart", he said, and apologized for being so corny. It was a mutual attraction at the moment we met. He asked me to supper at a small, intimate pub and I could not resist his charms. It was at that first encounter that he swept me off my feet.

Unbeknownst to me, he was a very well-known CEO of a successful software company. He was practically a celebrity back in the states. I never kept up with the newspapers or magazines, let alone the techno-world. Any spare time I had, which was very little, I spent visiting the museums of London.

As we spent more time together, the papparazzi began to swarm. Being "celebrities" in our own rights, we drew much attention. But nothing else was more important than "us" back then and we were able to pretty much ignore the buzzing around us.

He came back and forth between the states and London and courted me until I said "yes" to his proposal of marriage. We returned to the states as Mrs. and Mrs. Victor Harrington. I got busy on the stage again and he kept busy with his "computer mumbo-jumbo" as I jokingly called it.

For years we would do everything in our power to be with each other. We even mangaged a skiing weekend in Utah without alerting the press. It was one of the most romantic weekends of my life. Sighing deeply as I remember how well we moved together as we made love that entire weekend, never once stepping outside our little cabin.

Over the past few years, we seemed to drift. I accepted a role in a very desirable production which demanded almost all of my time. Commuting from our lush estate in the country, all be it that I was driven in luxary every day, became a drudgery. I decided to get an apartment in the city and return home when I was able to break away. Victor stopped coming to my performances. He would often bring in business aquaintances for dinner and the show and then treat them to a backstage meeting with me. I cherished those times because he would stay the night in my apartment and we would make up for the time we were apart. But now he spends his time away from me with someone else. Though I have no hard evidence, I can feel it deep within me. Our love making has gone by the wayside, not because I haven't tried...and I've seen little tell-tale signs all about.

Now...I am sitting on the floor of our closet..alone in this big house. I worked so hard on arranging time away from the show and Victor is not about, not even a phone call or a note telling me where he is. I decide to open the invitation. Special TP night? I never did know what TP stood for, Victor never shared his club life with me and I never gave it much thought. I thought it was all business, but now I am having second thoughts. The date for the event is tonight. Is that where he is? Time to go find out what Victor is up to....

I stand and search my wardrobe for the most eye-catching dress I have. Whoever he may be with, will not stand a chance when he sees me! I ring the garage to have a car made ready for my trip into town...

OCC: This opens up the character of Victor Harrington...anyone?

[Edited by Syd on 09-13-2000 at 12:26 PM]

 

[FlamingoBlue]

I called the TP Club and asked to speak to someone in charge. I was put through to a Mr. Bishop, the Club manager. I told him that I had recieved an invitation and explained my problem to him. He listened intently as I told him of my desire to attend but my reluctance to appear as myself. "So you would like another invitation. Is that it?", he asked.

I explained that I had planned to come in a disguise but that I needed someone to vouch for my "New" identity. Mr. Bishop said that could be arranged but that there would be a price to pay. " I want you to use your powers of persuasion to get me involved in the festivities," he said. I told him that I would do my best but could offer no guarantees. "I will have an invitation waiting for you in the name of Dr. Eric Glass. He is a psychiatrist friend from San Francisco," said Mr. Bishop.The club president, Mr. Chandler always allows me to invite one interesting non-member to theses monthly galas, but he won't allow me to participate. He is such a prick. Just because I'm gay is no reason to exclude me! Ask for me when you get to the lobby and I will come down to get you. We can chat again on the way up."

Bingo, I was in. I called Jon at his studio and made an appointment for 6:30pm that evening to give him plenty of time to make me a "new" man. Interestingly, I felt myself growing erect as I hung up the phone. It was an wxcitement I hadn't felt in a very long time.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

OOC: Damn, the club President leaves town for the day, and he can't keep up with all the twists and turns. LOL

IC: Distracted by the whirl of activity, I spot Bishop. Waving my hand, I take him to the lobby for a minute and suggest that its time for the finale. "Such lovely creatures," I muse, scanning the room, "I think my prurient interests may just be slaked."

Turning back to the room, I idly lean against a column and watch..........