To be a Vampire's Servant

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and LadyThunder))

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IC: Mark Everett

Mark was in a bad stretch of luck. It had started with the loss of his wife and daughter in a car accident last year and then with the poor economy causing the parent company of the adventure magazine he worked for as a photographer to discontinue it left him without a job. A serious double whammy that left him reeling for months in grief and inactivity. The loss of his job had meant the loss of his home too. For the past two months he had been crashing on an old friend's couch. Moping mostly. Eric, his buddy had finally had enough and had given him an ultimatum. Go out, meet a nice girl, get laid this weekend.

So here he was at some bar or something called The Rock bottom, waiting for Eric to come by and pretty much minding his own business drinking a beer. The place was a bit of a dive close to the freeway. Apparently Eric knew the owner or something for all Mark had to do was mention Eric's name and he got his beer on the house.

Mark swallowed another mouthful of Budweiser. Maybe Eric was right, maybe he needed female company. He and his wife Claire had been in a rough patch even before the accident. How long had it been since he had sex? He couldn't even remember.

He scanned the crowd, noting possible girls to approach to remedy his predicament, but not seriously. They were around his age, but Mark felt older than all of them put together, laughing and chatting with friends. Shallow, two-dimensional, boring, all of them. He didn't have the energy for them.

As a child he craved excitement and danger. While everyone was huddled for safety as a tornado swept through his hometown he was straining at the window to get a glimpse of it. He was fascinated by it, such power, such danger, it was beautiful. It had made him feel alive and addicted him to the thrill of life on the edge ever since.

He became a photographer for Adventure magazine, just so he could make a living sky-diving, bungee jumping, taking assignments in warzones, Seeking out photogenic encounters with grizzlies, sharks, and Tigers. The last one, a tigress had given him a nasty trio of scratches from his shoulder down across to his hip. It had been the last time he had felt anything more than grief and pity since the accident.

He took another swallow. It looked like he was going to strike out tonight, hell with this crowd he wasn't even likely to get to the plate. Then three black SUVs pulled in, their roofs carrying trunks and luggage. Four or five guys walked in wearing casual clothes but something about how they surveyed the patrons of the bar struck his memory. These guys were scanning the crowd like Mark had seen security men do for VIPs around the world, checking for potential threats.

They chose a couple tables close to one corner where they could observe all the entrances for the bar. Mark didn't see what else they were doing for the woman they were gaurding stepped inside then. He could see why they were hired to gaurd her. The woman was gorgeous, supermodels would weep with envy looking at her. Everyman in the bar and hell even the woman took notice of her. Mark expected her to be swarmed immediately but her people were probably there just to prevent her from being crushed by would-be suitors. Not that she needed their help, a good look at her eyes would make most of these guys falter. Those clear bright pools of color reminded him of the look of the tigress that had given him the scars across his back. Hell she even walked like a predator on the hunt. She crossed to the jukebox and bent over it looking to make a music selection.

Well, now time to swing for the fences. He'd probably strike out, hell he may get eaten alive by this hot sexy man-eater, but he'd go feeling alive for the first time in far too long.

He arose and approached her. Handing one of the glowering security men his half-empty budweiser bottle. "Hang onto this for me, would you, bud?" He slipped past him and leaned over the machine beside the woman. Watching the songs she was considering. He pointed at one, "That one." He winked at her, "Let's dance to that one."

 

[Ladythunder]

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Liza Anne Rocheller. Thats what it said on the passport in her briefcase anyway, and for all anyone could tell via a computer, thats who she was. Liza was accurate at least, but the rest was as phoney as the paperwork it was printed on. It wasn't often that someone of Liza's standing had to sneak into her own country, but she was a special case.

Her name was really DeFray, but that name carried its own penalty just now, one she didnt care to think on just then. She glanced out the window instead, her eyes automatically squinting at the light, as if it would sear the eyes from her face, but the tinting and the fact the sun rested on the horizon meant there was little danger to her sensitive orbs. Realising too that she was thirsty, Liza leaned forward and murmured a single phrase to the burly man behind the wheel before sitting back and opening a file folder to read the contents, one neatly manicured nail tracing her way rapidly down the page.

When the vehicle left highway cruising speed a few minutes later, she didn't even look up. The SUV came to a halt, and still they waited, until a clear voice came over the raidio indicating the all clear. The burly man openeed his door and exited, but it wasn't until Liza's door opened that she closed the file and swung her legs out of the vehicle, standing moments later in the parking lot of a rather seedy looking bar. Her chestnut brown hair hung loose around her shoulders for a change, the straight locks accenting her classical features. Her outfit was curious though, she wore snug jeans, and a low cut blouse that seemed to show a lot more than it did.

Glancing at the men loosely circling her, she counted them off in her mind. Jack, Kent and an unlikely man by the name of Harvest. that meant Ray and Kyle were already inside.Liza nodded that she was ready and with that, Harvest and Kent took point and they walked through the doors.

Oddly, it was the smells of these places she loved the most. They smelled like sweat, sometimes of puke, occasionally blood, but they smelled of one thing more. They smelled real. She glanced around with a faintly disguised contempt for the patrons inside though. Them, she could do without, for the old barflies only ever wanted to get in her pants, and the sweet young things just wanted to giggle and gossip, trying to cage free drinks from the barflies. It was actually quite pathetic really.

Then her enigmatic gaze fell on him and her dark eyes widened fractionally. He was one she definitely could get to know better, all long limbs and sex, his entire attitude screamed bad boy. She licked her lips, then pretended to ignore him, even though she could feel his eyes on her, stripping her where she stood. Knowing her bodyguards were onhand to deflect anyone who she didn't want contact with let her relax a little. instead she stepped over to the juke and peered at its contents. A few moments later Harvest handed her an ice cold bottle of water. She was hyperalert to every nuance in the room, especially when the man who had caught her attention approached Kyle and handed him his beer telling him to hold it.

A glance at Kyle, a small shake of her head had him sitting down. The stranger likely didnt even realise how close he had been to losing his teeth. By the time he had turned from that, Liza was seemingly engrossed in the song titles and utterly unaware of his presence.

"That one." Then he had the audacity to wink at her, "Let's dance to that one."

Inexplicably, that was the single moment Liza decided to take him somewhere and dally with him awhile. Her gaze followed his finger to the juke, where she saw him pointing to Blake McGrath's Relax. already she could hear the pulsing beat, the suggestive words. She nodded, wondering if she shocked him with her agreement.

She swayed against him, as the opening bars began to play. her body slid against his, each motion suggesting something more. It was like she was fucking him in the middle of the bar, that was how intensly erotic she was as her body moved against his, wrapping sinuously close, her hands roamed his body quite freely, sliding over his chest, across his back, coming close as if she was about to cup his ass in both hands for a moment, as if assessing him for later. She was pretty sure in fact that he was rock hard when the song ended, but she hadnt quite been so crass as to grope that. Her language was loud, but didnt need to be quite so basic to get a clear point across.

As the music faded, she looked up at him and smiled slowly, holding out her hand in greeting, as if to see what he would do. "Liza...and you are?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

"That one." Mark told her with a wink and pointing out Relax byBlake Mcgrath, "Let's dance to that one."

She didn't answer, only nodded with an air of a knight accepting a challenge to joust. Mark appreciated her as she turned on the ball of a foot and headed to the open dance floor. Sweeping chestnut hair, shining and clean and beautiful like the women on shampoo commercials reaching falling like a chocolate waterfall over shoulders and back to pair of tight skinny jeans that molded over the hourglass flare of hips and curves of a perfect ass like a second skin, and long slender and taut legs he could just imagine wrapping around his hips squeezing to push him in deeper.

She looked back at him as he followed after. Dark simmering eyes, drawing in his gaze like a pair of black holes drew in all light in outer space. The song began and those eyes locked with his in a smoldering embrace. Her body moved.

The way you move it
If you don't quit it im gonna lose my sh*t
The way you do it
The way you spinnin' im gonna lose it quick
I wanna save it up
Till I can drown you in a sea of love
So baby soak it up
When the rain is coming don't you miss a drop ​

The way she moved, sinuous, seductive. Mark wasn't a bad dancer but he was mostly playing catch up. Her hands ran over his shirt sketching the contours of his abs and chest under the fabric the way a blind person would.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I don't want to go yet baby relax ​

Everyone was watching, eyes wide and mouth agape. He had known from the moment she had stepped inside the bar she was the most exciting woman he'd meet tonight, hell, probably the most exciting he'd ever know. If she wanted to make a spectacle of this dance, Mark had no objections. Hell, she had been the one to throw down this gauntlet, she couldn't begrudge him if he stepped up to the challenge. The music he could care less about, he was obeying the tempo of his drumming heart the sound of millions of years of evolution and male sexdrive. His hands took hold of her dragging her close. Pressing her sumptuous body hard against his as they danced.

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving, (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when I wanna come
When I wanna come ​

She wasn't deterred in the slightest, didn't hesitate with the boldness of his move. Using the fact he pulled her up against her seamlessly in her choreography. Her hands slid over his shoulders sliding over the shirt covered muscles as she swayed to the music her hip ground into his rapidly rising tent in his pants. Those generously impressive breasts dragged across his chest. Mark could feel the hardened peaks of her nipples underneath the tight fabric of her blouse. Was she wearing a bra on underneath?

You musn't lose shit
Last time we did it it wasn't like this
You learned some new tricks
Last time I hit it it didn't go like this ​

Her hands were lowering and that air of challenge came to her eyes as Mark was picturing those long slender fingers curling possessively over the cheeks of his ass. They left just before the moment she could've fulfilled that image.

Stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little

Cause I dont want to go yet blow this stop, wait a minitue
Slow down a little
Cause I dont want to go yet baby relax

Don't do it, (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it, (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3] ​

His hands roamed quite freely as they swayed, bumped, ground to the beat of the song, together.

Baby relax
Don't do it (slow down)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it when i wanna come
(Relax)
Don't do it (lay back)
Stop moving (relax)
Don't do it, when I wanna come
When I wanna come [x3] ​

She leaned back the tight fabric of her dark blouse stretching over the mouth-watering cleavage it showed. So far she leaned back her hair brushed the dance floor almost horizontal. Trusting him to take ahold of her hips to keep her from falling off balance.

Relax
When I wanna come
Relax
When I wanna come
When I wanna come​

The song ended leaving Mark in a fairly compromising situation. His pants were tight enough that anyone with eyes could see the tent his arousal dancing with this woman had caused. Displaying a provacative amount of flexibility and without using her hands or help from Mark she straightened up on the strength of her own back and midsection. A hand was proferred as she spoke to him "Liza...and you are?"

"Mark," He took her hand giving it a firm handshake, "Mark Everett."

He was still in sore need of attention. His arousal was still evident throbbing with an insistent need in its denim cage. A need for this woman. Mark wondered if she had some sort of draw on him like the sirens did on ships that passed by. Was he going to crash and sink under the waves drawn by this woman's allure? Well, he wanted life on the edge.

His hand rose. Fingers ran through the shining chestnut tresses. "Can I get you something to drink, Liza," He asked her with smoldering look into those deep eyes, "something with more of a kick than that bottle of water?"

 

[Ladythunder]

Liza was more than aware of how aroused Mark had become as they had danced. Not only was the tent in his pants loudly proclaiming his interest, she could smell the change in his scent. He smelled good enough to eat and Liza was hungry. She had been far to busy lately to indulge her various hungers, though the one for sustenance was one she couldn't ignore for long.

As if reminding her of her hungers, Liza's mouth watered. Her gaze travelled lazily, yet blatently obvious along Mark's body, appreciating the muscles her hands had fondled so recently. It was quite clear she was undressing him in her mind, and her lazy smile indicated she was more than interested. Mark's pants were so well filled then, that she was fairly certain she saw his cock throb an answer to her heated gaze.

His hand lifted and tangled in her hair before sifting the strands between them. Instant irritation flared and golden flecks of colour danced briefly in her souless seeming gaze before her hand flashed up and caught his wrist, removing his fingers from her tresses, but she gentled the motion in the next moment, her teeth nipping and scraping over the fingers she had claimed, her tongue tracing the tip of one digit before releasing him, as if she told him that touching was very much an option, but it had to be on her terms.

It was then she thought about his question and she licked her lips once more. She leaned in and whispered, "What happens if I want to drink you all up?" Her question was both inviting and dangerous at the same time for its innuendo. Liza added the qualifier, "But something cold and wet, with ice in it please." Her manner somehow indicated both expectation that he would procure the drink, but that he could decide what it was, and that she expected him to be right. When he brought back her rum and ginger, Liza had to smile with approval.

With a nod, Liza suggested moving to a table, and led the way, concious of his eyes watching the sway of her ass in front of him and wondered if he was contemplating what might come next as she was. Though in truth, Liza had progressed to thinking about throwing him onto a table and having what she wanted right then. She took the considerable strength of her resolve and took a seat, waiting for him.

When Mark joined her, Liza took a sip of her drink and rolled the cold liquid around her mouth with relish, enjoying the taste and feel of it in her mouth. With an inward smile Liza leaned her body against Mark and traced her fingertips in circles up and down his inner thigh, each motion rising higher and higher, coming perilously close to his cock. Her lips brushed with a chill across his ear as she whispered, "I want you Mark, I think you know that though." Her palm grazed the firm thrust of his cock, the gold flecks back in her fathomless gaze as she murmured, "In fact, I am quite tempted to let you cream your jeans while we sat here at the table before I drag you to some secluded spot, but maybe later..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she let him think on that.

Liza's tongue teased the sensitive flesh of Mark's neck just behind his ear, the flesh hot beneath her probing tongue as it flicked lightly tasting his salty skin. "You dont have any objections to filling that need do you Mark?" She was obviously toying with him, but something in her manner said that even if he turned her down, she might just insist. It was in the aura of danger that cloaked her like a second skin.

As her neatly manicured nail scraped across his cloth confined cock, Liza stated with easy confidence, "You came in here looking for something Mark, something to take your mind off whatever is eating you up inside. Do you have the courage to actually take what is offered?" Liza hoped he wouldn't be offended by her dragging his secrets toward the surface, but a blind man could see the torment he tried to hide and she was nothing if not brutally honest, with both him and herself. Or so she told herself, as she pushed away a few of her own demons mentally determined to dwell in the present for tonight, to worry about tomorrow later.

 

[Veroe]

IC Mark Everett

He stood as she took his measure, eyes sliding over every curve and plane of his body, and not making any pretenses about it either. She was clearly undressing him in her mind. Mark allowed it since he had been doing the same ever since she first walked through the door.

His hand rose. Fingers ran through the shining chestnut tresses. "Can I get you something to drink, Liza," He asked her with smoldering look into those deep eyes, "something with more of a kick than that bottle of water?"

Those eyes flashed with golden fire for a moment as her hand reached up and took his wrist in a iron grasp. He was surprised by the sudden act until she shifted it so his finger grazed Liza's lips. Her teeth grazed his skin sending shivers down his arm all the way to his painfully throbbing cock. Her tongue slid over the tip of his middle finger and like with the teeth he could almost feel it teasing over the tip of his denim-encaged cock.

Apparently she was of the type that allowed some contact but only on her terms. Mark didn't mind, by the end of the night he fully intended to have her convinced to allow him to touch that rocking body wherever he wanted.

She withdrew his fingers, much to Mark's regret, from her mouth to answer his question leaning into him and whispering in his ear, "What happens if I want to drink you all up?"

"if you want to drink me dry, Liza," Something told Mark there was more truth to the flippant remark than she was letting on. "Just ask. I'd be happy to be your oasis for the night."

She added then, "But something cold and wet, with ice in it please."

He left for the bar aware of her eyes, and wondering what she'd like. Certainly not a beer, Liza had too much class for that. Something that made an impression as soon as it slid down from the glass. Something sweet but with a sharp kick to it like her. He finally asked for a Rum and ginger and mentally crossed his fingers she'd approve.

She apparently did when he returned to the table she had selected. He had reclaimed his beer from one of her men, who oddly didn't seem at all perturbed with his swooping in on their charge. When he sat beside her at the table she leaned in close whispering into his ear again placing her hand on his thigh. Fingers straying over his the inner slope in circular motions getting closer and closer to his straining cock. There came the feel of her lips against the shell of his ear. The sweep of her breath as she spoke in a whisper, "I want you Mark, I think you know that though."

"The thought did cross my mi-," Her hand brazenly brushed the tent in the crotch of his jeans ending his retort in the middle of that final word.

"In fact, I am quite tempted to let you cream your jeans while we sat here at the table before I drag you to some secluded spot," She continued. Her hand moved to repeat her grazing motion against his cock making his testicals engage like the cylindar in a revolver rotating to load a fresh bullet into the chamber. She could easily make good on her threat right then and there.

She wouldn't, would she? " but maybe later..."

Her tongue teased his ear sending shivers special delivery to his already over-sensitive cock. "You dont have any objections to filling that need do you Mark?"

"Objections," The feel of her fingernail dragging over his denim covered cock decided it for him, and the sense in her tone of voice that even if he was crazy enough to turn her down, she might not take that as a valid answer. "None come to mind."

"You came in here looking for something Mark," she said that finger continuing to trace sizzling circles over his confined erection, "Something to take your mind off whatever is eating you up inside."

"I'd rather not go into that, Liza," He replied. He didn't want to think about dead wife and daughter. He didn't want to remember again. He didn't want to feel down anymore. "I'd rather concentrate on the here and now."

"Do you have the courage to actually take what is offered?"

"Look, babe," He said turning to look her in the eye, "It's pretty clear we both want the same thing." He gestured to the back of the bar, "Behind the bar is a motel. The kind of roadside motel that makes it their business to mind their own business if you know what I mean." His hand slipped over hers and pressed her hand firmly over the prominent bulge she had been teasing since he had first seen her. "So, if you want to get to know me like I want to get to know you. Let's stop beating around the bush and head on out and get a room."

 

[Ladythunder]

"I'd rather concentrate on the here and now."

Fair enough. Liza didn't care at that moment if he wanted to get into his personal life or not, she was far more interested in fucking and feasting, for she felt as a starving, dehydrated person might feel in the desert, when they just espy an oasis that is not actually a mirage.

"Look, babe," He said turning to look her in the eye, "It's pretty clear we both want the same thing." He gestured to the back of the bar, "Behind the bar is a motel. The kind of roadside motel that makes it their business to mind their own business if you know what I mean."

When Mark made the suggestion Liza's eyes widened, and her pupils contracted visibly. Then her lips parted on a smile as she said, "I had made plans to push on to my destination this evening, I have a few important buisness and famillial duties that have needed tending for far to long, but you encourage me to dally here a while. I can always cut the heads off those snakes another day..." Her hand cupped his rock hard length, squeezing it through the layers in a slow stroking motion before lifting her eyes to where her guards sat pretending they weren't drooling over what she was doing to Mark. Most of them were still new to her employ, none other than Harvest had been with her for more than a year, and so were still adjusting to the facts that neither was she shy, but that she tended to get exactly what she wanted, one way or another. Harvest had learned to take everything in stride, for working for his employer was anything but boring.

He was therefore unsurprised when Liza summoned him with no more than a look, saying "We will be stopping here. there is a hotel here. Go procure and secure the top floor for me, and make it ready for my arrival. you know what I need." As the man left, Liza turned her attention back to Markand murmured, "It should take 10 minutes tops, so I must entertain myself for that length of time at least. Perhaps you'd be happy to help me out with that..."

Liza's voice trailed offas she shifted position then, moving to straddle Mark's body, sitting in his lap her long legs hooked on the chair rungs, knees pressed tight on his thighs, her pelvis taking over that light tease that her hand had been busy with as she rocked forward against him. This time though, it was his hair her fingers tangled in as her lips hovered above his. Liza whispered, "kiss me Mark..." Her words were low, soft, but when his head lifted to meet hers, her fingers tightened, making him have to pull against her grip to do as she had asked, as if judging his desire to follow her slight direction.

She relented fairly quickly though, letting her lips drag over Marks slowly, her tongue tracing his full lower lip before deepening the kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth then, sliding suggestively along his, then twisting, stroking along it coaxing until it danced with hers. her teeth even got in on it and there she knew, would be a bit of a twinge there as she bit his lip, drawing a bead of blood from it before her tongue swept it away. that one taste though, made her mouth water and her teeth ache. In truth, it had been far to long since she had anyone like this, and she was starving for more.

There was apolite cough behind her, but Liza took her sweet time breaking off the kiss to answer. she finally turned her head and nodded as Harvest murmured both an appology for interupting her, and that her rooms were ready. Liza slid from Mark's lap and nodded, saying, "I think that's our cue. Come with me Mark, You might regret it, but I guarantee you will enjoy it. Dont worry about your tab, Luke took care of it." then, with her bodyguards leading as before, they left the bar. Seeing Mark look at them, Liza leaned against him, her arm wrapping around his waist, finally falling to fondle his ass as she had refrained from earlier as she whispered conspiratorially, "Dont worry, they wont follow us into the bedroom."

Liza was relaxed as they took seats in the middle SUV for the short drive there. She was intrigued by the puzzle that was Mark, and was thoroughlylooking forward to peeling off a few of his layers to find out what made him tick. Already her pussy was aching, eager to feel him buried deep inside her, and it was only sheer will that kept her from taking him right there on the wide seat of the vehicle, was the fact they were so close to their destination. When the vehicles arrived, she tugged Mark out and inside, dismissing her security detail with little more than a goodnight.

When the door to the suite closed behind them, Liza looked up at Mark and smiled mysteriously "Now where were we?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

"So, if you want to get to know me like I want to get to know you. Let's stop beating around the bush and head on out and get a room."

Her eyes widened as Liza responded to that suggestion with, "I had made plans to push on to my destination this evening, I have a few important buisness and famillial duties that have needed tending for far to long, but you encourage me to dally here a while. I can always cut the heads off those snakes another day..."

Mark nodded, not entirely sure what she was talking about, but he just went with the flow since she was basically agreeing to stay the night with him. Any further thought was immediately interrupted by the feel of her fingers closing over the bulge in his pants. The suggestive pressure of her palm against his length.

She attended to the business of arranging it with one of her men. When he left she murmured to him, "It should take 10 minutes tops, so I must entertain myself for that length of time at least. Perhaps you'd be happy to help me out with that..."

"At your service, ma'a-oof," Mark joked but she suddenly climbed atop his lap, straddling him and trapping his hard, needy erection against her soft pelvis with only a few layers of fabric between them.

"kiss me Mark..." Her fingers slid into his hair. He leaned in close and raised his lips to meet hers. Her hold in his hair tightened as he did so though making him wince in pain.

But hey some things are worth a little pain. Yet when he committed to face the pain in order to kiss her her fingers released their hold in his hair and time began to stand still as they made out for Mark.

Finally their room was ready and they headed towards the motel her hand reaching out to cop a feel of his ass. Mark knew he had chosen the right girl.

The room was pretty much what you'd expect at this sort of motel. A bed, that only a particularly brave person would sleep in. Tables, chairs, and lamps that looked like they were stubborn left-overs from the seventies. One of the trunks from one of the roofs of the SUV and a carry bag was sitting atop the table. The trunk was unlocked but still left closed. The carry-bag unzipped but laid so Mark couldn't see inside. Mark wasn't sure he liked the sight of the luggage. More clothes? He thought the point was to eschew the clothing they had on and not need any more.

She turned then looking at him like the cat about to eat the canary. "Now where were we?"

He smiled that winning smile that had made Claire all weak in the knees. "Well, let me see if I can't give you a hint, Liza." He crossed over to her. His hands took hers and moved them behind him over his ass. "I believe it was something like this." He leaned in claiming her lips with his.

 

[Ladythunder]

Liza was happy enough to gain entrance to her suite, though the sight of the dingy interior made her a little less happy. She knew it was a lower class of hotel than she might have otherwise liked, but the important part was the fact it had a bed. Everything else could either be worked around or ignored. Liza wanted Mark, and her inclination to wait and be patient was fading fast.

When Mark came to her and guided her hands over his ass once more, Liza smiled against his lips. She had a sudden mental image of pressing him to face the wall, hands spread out for balance while she yanked his pants down, spread the firm cheeks she now held in her hand and…She let the thought die there, for this was neither time nor place. Perhaps if Mark had been her servant, it would be different, but he was not. This was about a quick tumble, no more. Liza had more than enough time and other things on her mind than to worry about idle fantasy, though admittedly it made her hot.

As Mark’s lips met her own, Liza half melted. Her fingers tightened on Mark’s ass, pulling him even closer to her, her eyes fluttered closed as she let her tongue slip into his mouth, let her lips caress against his as the kiss went on forever. She could feel her pulse increase, knew Marks did the same, especially when her fingers first tugged the shirt from his pants, then slid into both pants and underwear to play with the bare skin of his ass.

Liza finally broke the kiss and looked at Mark’s slightly flushed face, a knowing smile on her lips. One hand in the center of his chest pressed him backward about two feet as she stated rather eagerly, “I think there are too many clothes in the way here Mark, Why don’t you be a good boy and take off my boots for me.” Seeing his face, Liza smiled again and added, “You’ll have to take off the boots if you want to see the rest.” Then she leaned back slightly, bracing her back against the wall.

A smile tugged at her lips as he dropped to a knee, reaching for the leg she lifted in offer, her knee length booted foot resting briefly on his knee before the fingers she knew would be deft in many other things as well, tugged it off and set it to the side. As Liza shifted her weight then, from one foot to the other, she lifted her hands to her shirt. With one smooth motion she lifted it over her head then, the motion lifting her firm breasts and hollowing her stomach. She tossed it to the side as her second foot came to rest on his knee, patiently waiting for his attentions. She was left in a demi-bra that cupped her breasts like an offering.

When the second boot was removed, Liza looked at Mark and said, “Stay put there for a minute Mark.” Her fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans and undid the button, eased down the zip before giving them a small push down the curve of her hips, and then gravity took over. Liza’s pants may have been tight, but there was no hair or anything else to slow the path of the material as it slid down her legs. She wore white lace panties, ones that were cut high over her hips, into a thong at the back. There was no shadowing of pubic hair under the lacy material, in fact Mark would find no hair anywhere on her body below her neck.

The one thing Mark would find was that Liza was ready for him. In fact, Liza knew Mark would be able to smell the sweet musk of her arousal even from where he was, because Liza knew her panties were soaked. She looked at him still there on the floor, down on one knee. She wondered if he knew just how sexy he was in that pose, waiting to serve his lady’s whim. She invited, “Come to me Mark, see if your lips and teeth are as talented as the silver tongue in your mouth, see if you can remove my panties with them, and if you’re successful, I’ll let you have a taste.” To control the aspects of her life and those she associated with was as natural to Liza as breathing, when it came to sex, it was just far more pronounced. She waited to see what Mark would do.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

He smiled that winning smile that had made Claire all weak in the knees. "Well, let me see if I can't give you a hint, Liza." He crossed over to her. His hands took hers and moved them behind him over his ass. "I believe it was something like this." He leaned in claiming her lips with his.

The feel of her fingers tightening over his ass and as she began to return the kiss in kind Made Mark's heartbeat faster especially when he felt her hands slide under his jeans and began to cup and mold his asscheeks skin to skin. Her tongue slid into his mouth. Their tongues began to tango and the contact was getting tighter and hotter by the second.

She broke the kiss and pushed him back saying wryly, “I think there are too many clothes in the way here Mark, Why don’t you be a good boy and take off my boots for me.” She leaned against the wall and Mark had a sudden inclination to take more than just her boots off. “You’ll have to take off the boots if you want to see the rest.”

Well that settled that. Mark lowered to one knee without complaint or hesitation. The imperious tone to her voice made him both really hot for her and irked the hell out of him. The boot was high, reaching up to knee, and made of expensive and fine looking italian leather. She rested it on his raisd thigh. He took her ankle in his hand and smoothly pulled the boot off. Mark's fingers trailing over the pale blemish free skin of her ankle and foot as he did. He rested the boot to one side.

He looked up to see her pulling the V-neck blouse over her head revealing that she did have a bra on underneath, but a kind that lifted and presented her breasts under a thin and hardly revealing lace fabric. Her barefoot settled onto the floor before she rested the other boot upon the same thigh making his cock lunge underneath its denim prison. He was starting to like where things were heading indeed.

When the other boot joined beside the first she reached for the snap of her tight blue-jeans slithering out of them to pool at her feet. She wore a pair of panties that matched her bra. It was low cut, riding high up her hips to dip tantalisingly low and sheer teasing to reveal what lay behind it. She stood in only her dainty underwear and looking up at her the sight only managed to intensify her sexiness to Mark. She stood there proudly on display like he imagined a pagan goddess would fully aware of the sexual power she welded over mere mortal beings.

Liza smelled like she had been playing at since the moment they began to dance, hot and ready for a roll in the sheets.

“Come to me Mark, see if your lips and teeth are as talented as the silver tongue in your mouth, see if you can remove my panties with them, and if you’re successful, I’ll let you have a taste.” She said challengingly.

"And if I do, Liza," He said cockily rising up to place his lips against her hip. "What will you give me?" He placed a kiss ontop of the sheer lace fabric over the fagrant treasure it tried vainly to veil. It was already soaking wet, with her own anticipation.

That silver tongue she had referred to before slipped underneath the left strap of panties and ran along under it helping it roll over the curve of her hip. The same with the right strap. His teeth enclosed the delicate lace material and he pulled, guiding it down her legs. But Mark was far from over. His hands planted on her hips forcing her to stay still as he ran his tongue up the inside of Liza's thigh and up to the uncovered treasure of her wet and eager pussy.

"Now for my reward," He murmured running his tongue over the moist lips of her sex.

 

[Ladythunder]

"If I do Liza, what will you give me? Ahh, this was something Liza secretly relished. She loved the byplay between a strong man and herself, the way she could bend him to her will, willingly or not. She loved the arrogance a strong man held, if only so she could slowly strip it from him while he retained that elusive quality that drew her in the first place. It was an ambroisia to her psyche.

When Mark's lips touched her panty covered crotch, Liza's knees trembled just slightly. It had been a while since she'd had this indeed, and the begining moves of this dance, were getting to her something fierce. Liza waited until Mark's tongue and lips had hold of the second side of her panties before she finally answered him, her eyes glinting in the low light of the room as she responded, "If you do, and then please me well, I can guarantee you a night like you've never experienced before. I will use you to the point of exhaustion and then past it. To the point you think you cant possibly give anymore, and beyond. I will ask a lot from you, but the pleasure recieved in return, I think will be well worth it."

If Mark had been looking up at her just then rather than being so deeply intent on her soaked crotch, he might have seen the way her incisors had lengthened just a bit, they seemed suddenly very sharp, one pressing down her lip so its pointed edge just peeked out, but the sight was momentary as Liza forced back the rising bloodlust for the moment. She wanted to assuage one hunger before the other. Mark's mumble about his reward followed by the feel of his tongue tracing her pussylips made Liza's back arch, tilting her hungry cunt closer to his lips as her fingers laced into his hair once again.

For the moment Liza ignored the rather proprietary way Mark had hold of her hips, and let him have his head, murmuring happily as his tongue slipped between her puffy outer lips and brushed across her hardening clit. A low voiced growl of speach caressed his ears as she stated, "Ooo I think I made a good choice in staying, your tongue isn't to bad Mark..." gradually though, her soft murmurs of encouragement faded, as a low moan spilled from her lips instead. Her fingers pulled his mouth a little closer, subtly moving him to focus on the spots she wanted him most. One minute it was her clit, the next she silently demanded his attention focus on her slick opening, and back. Her breath hissed out of her throat as her footlifted again, coming to rest on his knee once more, opening herself to his attention as another soft gasp slipped from her parted lips.

It wasnt long at all before Liza's hips bucked, then shuddered, a hoarse cry ripping from her throat as she demanded to feel his fingers bury themselves deep inside, taking two into her hot depths as she began to convulse, glad now for the hand so firm on her hip as it helped her now to stay upright as her fingers slid from his hair to his shoulder, fighting instead for stability before she slumped to the ground. It was a shattering orgasm, one that would have left another drenched in sweat, but the only thing drenched about Liza was her pussy. Her recovery time was negligible, for she only needed a minute from gasping for breath to slipping her foot from Mark's thigh to stand before him again, calm and collected.

Liza looked at him and arched an eyebrow. "I dont normally run around stark naked while my guests remain clothed Mark, but in your case I'll let you correct it." Her lips curved belying the haughtiness of her remark. She continued, "Stand up Mark, strip for me, show me just what it is you have tucked under those clothes for me to play with. I have felt it, now I wish to see it...Or, if you like, I could strip them off you myself, but I fear I would have to send one of the boys on a clothes hunting mission for you while I keep you at my tender mercies, for I doubt your attire would be fit to wear." Her gaze rested on him challengingly, daring him to take the chance then strayed to the chest in the room, consideringly. It was when he moved that her gaze flicked back to his and she continued, "Something tells me you like to live on the wild side Mark, else you wouldnt be here with a girl like me. How wild are you though I wonder?"

Her gaze challenged him, taunted him, dared him almost to take the chance, goading the wild need she could see clearly. she didn't want a lazy fuck, she wanted something animalistic like her nature and was more than happy to goad him into giving it to her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

"And if I do, Liza, what will you give me?"

As he slid the left strap of her panties down she said. "If you do, and then please me well, I can guarantee you a night like you've never experienced before."

A tall claim to make since she had no idea what kind of wild nights he'd experienced before, but somehow Mark had the impression that it wasn't bedroom bluster. Liza had meant what she said, and literally. He considered that as he pulled her panties down her thighs.

"I will use you to the point of exhaustion and then past it. To the point you think you cant possibly give anymore, and beyond." He paused with her panties just below her knees and looked up at her between the cups of her demibra into her dark gold-flecked eyes. Something about how she looked back at him told Mark she hadn't been speaking with any bravado in that either. In answer to the unspoken question she added, "I will ask a lot from you, but the pleasure recieved in return, I think will be well worth it."

"Now for my reward." He leaned in and planted his lips against hers.


He was doing well as she said in a low lustful growl, "Ooo I think I made a good choice in staying, your tongue isn't too bad Mark..."

"Not too bad, is it," Mark thought challengingly. He doulbed his actions intent to show her just how good he was eating out a pussy. She helped him by making subtle pushes to focus his attentions to her pussy then to her wet and juicy hole.

Finally he was rewarded with her foot raising to rest upon his thighs and her hands spreading to lay on his broad shoulders to balance herself as soft gasps escaped her lips. She began to tremble and Mark pushed his fingers within her, pumping her pussy and curving to caress her g-spot. Around them her sex began to convulse and he was rewarded with a deluge of delicious juice as she climaxed.

After only a brief period to recover she stood above him, looking down. "I dont normally run around stark naked while my guests remain clothed Mark," She said, "But in your case I'll let you correct it." She smiled adding, "Stand up Mark, strip for me, show me just what it is you have tucked under those clothes for me to play with show me just what it is you have tucked under those clothes for me to play with. I have felt it, now I wish to see it....Or, if you like, I could strip them off you myself, but I fear I would have to send one of the boys on a clothes hunting mission for you while I keep you at my tender mercies, for I doubt your attire would be fit to wear."

He rose to his feet as she had ordered, but rather than stripping "The bra first, Liza," He told her with a cocky eyebrow raised, "Then me."

"Something tells me you like to live on the wild side Mark, else you wouldnt be here with a girl like me. How wild are you though I wonder?"

He came up to her peering deep into her eyes. His hands slid up into her hair and around her back. Mark pulled her in close. "I like living life on the edge." He kissed her hard and passionately then and kept his lips mashed with hers, tongue tangling slipping past her defenses and within her mouth to explore. He pulled back with a grunt of pain. He raised a finger and dabbed at the tip of his tongue. It came back with a tiny drop of blood. She had bit him. He luaghed, "I think I may have searched my entire life for a girl like you Liza."

Mark's hands grabbed handfuls of the shirt hem and raised it over the hard plains and ridges of the muscles of his tanned torso. She could get a glimpse of the tattoos of Chineese caligraphy he had gotten in Hong Kong a few years ago. He threw the shirt regardlessly to one side and resumed looking her in the eye. "The bra now, Liza."

 

[Ladythunder]

Mark’s forceful kiss awakened Liza’s animalistic desires in a way that not even her previous orgasm had been able to. The hot, sexy way his tongue slid into her mouth and tangled with her own excited and irritated her. She instinctively almost, bit him. It wasn’t even a hard bite, but his tongue retreated in a hurry, leaving her with the sweet taste of his blood on her teeth. She licked it off the surface of her pearly whites and fought back a growl of satisfaction. He tasted so good!

"I think I may have searched my entire life for a girl like you Liza."

She looked at him then, her dark eyes assessing. He had a devil may care attitude, one hell of a chip on his shoulder that a blind person could see. He was strong and opinionated, likely didn’t have a submissive bone in his body, except for when he chose to. He was perfect. She wanted to bend him, force him along a path he had never taken before, to make him crave to be hers and do as she wished. Liza hauled her thoughts up with a jerk. It wasn’t as though she was going to make him the servant she had never had yet. He was a diversion, nothing more. A meal and a fuck. It was basic. Her traitorous mind had other ideas though and Liza was glad as Mark’s fingers dragged the material of his shirt up across the broad expanse of his chest as it distracted her thoughts.

She eyed him hungrily, waiting for the rest, when he reminded her of his silly idea of some sort of exchange. A piece of his clothing for the last of hers. He definitely wasn’t aware of the rules of the game they played. Not yet anyway, but she would correct his interpretation shortly. With that, Liza moved. She even slowed down, but her speed still blurred just a little as she stepped forward, caught Mark around the throat and used her momentum to swing him around until his back met the wall she had been leaning against with a hollow sounding thud. It wasn’t hard enough to harm him, but she knew he would have to be a bit shocked, buying her time just in case he started to struggle, so she wouldn’t have to advertise right off she was stronger than him too.

Liza leaned in close and whispered, her gold flecked eyed narrowed and boring in on his. “I said all the clothes Mark, and I am still wearing less than you. You may see my tits in a bit, if you’re lucky anyway.” Her one hand pinned him to the wall by leaning some of her weight on the hand she had planted in the center of his chest. With the other hand, she deftly snagged the waistband of his pants and pulled his hips from the wall, pulling his hips toward the cradle of her thighs. Then she let go, letting his body slump back to the wall.

She looked at him as her fingers curled on his chest, her neatly manicured nails digging into the flesh of his chest, then raking downward, leaving light welts on his firm flesh as her fingers slipped to join the others in his waistband. Calmly, she told him, “Be happy I am already mostly naked, else you would be losing your pants in pieces. As it stands, my knife is in there, so I have to be a bit nicer. I don’t really feel like ripping them off your body, not this time anyway.”

With that, her slender, cool digits unfastened the snap of his jeans, and eased the zip down. Looking up she told him in one of those voices that said she was dead serious, “Don’t move, or you Will regret it.” then she leaned in and dragged her tongue across the exposed flesh where his pants met his skin, her tongue easing under the loosened waistband, toying with his flesh. Her hands dragged his pants down off his ass then, and her grip shifted, sliding up his skin, cupping his ass cheeks as her head tilted and she dragged her lips and teeth across his hipbone.

Her teeth seemed sharper than before, scraping against his flesh, the illusion dispelled as her tongue laved against his flesh in the wake of those sharp marks, soothing his skin. She teased him, her fingers skating over his ass cheeks, even to sliding inside that tight curve to slip lewdly over his puckered entrance, dawdling there almost accidentally as Liza’s mouth wandered back over his skin, heading for his throbbing cock. She was teasing him, taunting him with her lips, almost daring him to incur her wrath by moving once more. Perhaps he had the self control to do as she had bid, but only time would tell. Then her lips closed over the firm head of his shaft, and her tongue tip flicked insolently against its mushroom shape.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

He came up to her peering deep into her eyes. His hands slid up into her hair and around her back. Mark pulled her in close. "I like living life on the edge." He kissed her hard and passionately then and kept his lips mashed with hers, tongue tangling slipping past her defenses and within her mouth to explore. He pulled back with a grunt of pain. He raised a finger and dabbed at the tip of his tongue. It came back with a tiny drop of blood. She had bit him. He luaghed, "I think I may have searched my entire life for a girl like you Liza."

Mark's hands grabbed handfuls of the shirt hem and raised it over the hard plains and ridges of the muscles of his tanned torso. She could get a glimpse of the tattoos of Chineese caligraphy he had gotten in Hong Kong a few years ago. She watched him do so. Those dark gold-flecked eyes traveled deliberately over the broad expanse of shoulders and appreciativelyover the expanse of chest and rolling hillocks of the six-pack abdominals. Passing over healed over scars, the merit-badges of a life long spent seeking greater and greater thrills. She lingered over each muscles as if her gaze was her tongue tracing each contour with an air of a woman marking her territory.

He threw the shirt regardlessly to one side and resumed looking her in the eye. "The bra now, Liza."

One moment she stood a good distance away and the next there was a blur. Her hand was firmly around Mark's neck. With that she spun him around and pinned him against the wall.

He blinked asking, "How did you..." The question faltered as she leaned in close to speak.

“I said all the clothes Mark, and I am still wearing less than you. You may see my tits in a bit, if you’re lucky anyway.” Her hand settled firmly in the center of his chest above his heart. Shifting her weight to hold him against the wall. She could feel his heart beating fast, excited, aroused, at her aggressiveness.

"I don't do so well with orders, Liza, I-"

The other hand lowered to his waist. While still keeping him pinned to the wall she pulled him by the waistband of his jeans and boxers to press against her bare pelvis. The hard, eager tent of his pants rubbing lewdly against her moist recently-pleasured slit.

She looked him in the eye as her fingers curled the sharp tips abrading the skin of his chest. “Be happy I am already mostly naked," Her hand ran down leaving light but still painful scratches down the middle of his chest and stomach all the way to join the other hand at his waistband. "Else you would be losing your pants in pieces. As it stands, my knife is in there, so I have to be a bit nicer. I don’t really feel like ripping them off your body, not this time anyway.”

"Knife," He asked, not at all scared that she carried a knife with her, more intrigued than scared. She pulled the pants open and lowered herself to be face to face with his crotch. “Don’t move, or you Will regret it.” She shot him a look as she leaned forward and placed her tongue against the skin above the loosened waistband. With her insistence the denim slid lower over the curve of his buttocks. Bare hands touched his ass then, cupped them with pressure as if taking possession of them.

"Mmm-agh" He groaned as soft lips and sharp teeth traced his hip bone down and repeated with her tongue. She was heading lower towards his cold but rock hard cock eager for the warmth of her mouth. "Ack," He bolted upright and his hands scrambled to grab hers as her fingers slipped into the crack of his ass and graze over his asshole.

"Mmm...," He groaned as lips enclosed over the head of his cock and a wet warm heavenly tongue teased the nerves of it. His hands slid through her hair to put pressure on the back of her head as his hips thrust forward trying to push the length of his cock deeper into the paradise of Liza's mouth. "Take all of it, Liza, you'll never need another."

 

[Ladythunder]

"I don't do so well with orders, Liza, I-"

She mulled over his words idly as she teased him, wondering why the sudden hunger to have him was pricking at her. She could envision it clearly; him, strapped to her bed, his body arched, muscles drawn taut as she fed from him, her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, her mark almost seeming to strain from his ski… Her mind shied away from the rest of that thought. She had way to much at stake just now to consider taking a servant, and he was far to headstrong as it was.

Just a meal, and a bit of fun. She had to keep that in mind, and not let her rampant impulsiveness get the better of her.

As Mark’s fingers urged her head forward, his rumbled words ignited a spark of anger at his high handed assumption. Her only thought was…how human of him. Liza drew back and looked up the length of Mark’s body, her dark eyes snapping with a mix of both arousal and ire.

“Do me a favor Mark, slip your hands behind your back, pressed palms against the wall in the small of your back. I like to have control over how deep I take you, or if I make you wait, yearning for my touch…” She waited, eyes on him daring him to take the challenge she offered until he did so then lazily traced her tongue over the spongy head of his cock.

She had noticed the way he reacted as her fingertip had teased over the edge of his ass, and was very, very tempted to do so again, but she instead slipped one soft fingered hand around his shaft and stroked him firmly and slowly as her tongue flicked against his piss slit before she spoke once more. “If I were you Mark, I would be far more concerned about your own self. I think if I were to take it all as you suggest, you would be the one who would never need another. You would instead crave what I offer, yearn for it, no matter the cost to yourself or your soul. You like to live on the wild side, I know that, but I wonder how wild you might be.”

Her hand slid to the base of his shaft, then flattened against his abdomen, her thumb and forefinger steadying his length as her mouth slid down him, engulfing him in one slow smooth dive, until her nose pressed tight against her own fingers. Deliberately then, she swallowed, letting her throat muscles convulse and press tightly against his head and the upper inch of his shaft as it lay buried deep in her throat before she slipped upward once more.

Liza teased him repeatedly, pushing the fact he had his hands ‘bound’ even if only by her whim, as if seeing just how long he could hold off reaching out and taking what he needed. She was riding the fine line between hunger and madness until she knew he was going to either explode with need or explode with decisive action and to hell with the consequences. Only then did she rise to her feet once more and look at him straight in the eye. She was fighting to rein in her own needs though as she almost growled, “If you arent on the bed in about five seconds Mark, I might just leave you high and dry here…”

The threat was empty, she knew it, and knew he would suspect, her teeth were pressing against her tongue, hidden only by the firm press of her lips together. Her needs were growing rapidly, and the feel of him in her mouth had made her crave him in her pussy even more. She took a step back, then another, her dark eyes never leaving his face, until her knees hit the edge of the bed, then reclined on it, lifting a hand to him in invitation.

“Come to me Mark, you talk a good game, now let me see if you can live up to all your hype.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Mark Everett

"Take all of it, Liza, you'll never need another."

With that she pulled back off his aching hardon and left her heavenly lips and mouth tantalisingly close to the head of his cock. Her eyes peered up the length of his muscular body to lock with his. Her dark eyes crackled with a power he found both intimidating and alluring.

“Do me a favor Mark," She said, the breath of her words brushing over the tip of his cock, "Slip your hands behind your back, pressed palms against the wall in the small of your back."

"Why?"

"I like to have control over how deep I take you," She answered, "Or if I make you wait, yearning for my touch…” She knelt there waiting challenging him to do what she said, and Mark got the sense her patience was much vaster than his.

He didn't want to give up control. He wanted to thread his fingers through her hair and push her head down his cock to the root and keep her there so he could feel nirvana again. But if she wanted to play games, he was just glad it was a game for two.

Slowly, reluctantly his hands moved behind him, flat on the wall. His eyes still on hers as if challenging her to do her worst.

In answer her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and her tongue feathered the slit that was leaking precome. Soft flicks in contrast with the firm hold she had of him. Mark found them teasing, taunting, tormenting. “If I were you Mark, I would be far more concerned about your own self." She said between flicks of her tongue, "I think if I were to take it all as you suggest, you would be the one who would never need another." Her eyes shot up to his again peircing his soul. "You would instead crave what I offer, yearn for it, no matter the cost to yourself or your soul." Another flick this time slower more deliberate. Her eyes never left his this time. "You like to live on the wild side, I know that, but I wonder how wild you might be.”

"None wilder, Liza," He grinned more out of bravado than honesty, "I've never met a girl who was wilder, except maaaybe the one I'm with now." He had put special emphasis on the word 'Maybe'. It was a riposte, a challenge for her to take.

In answer her head lowered, lips parted she took his head within her mout, past the rim, and kept going all the way down, and her eyes never left his as she did it either. Never even hinted at a gag reflex either as his head slipped down her throat as easily as she put on and removed her shirt. The next thing she did blew him away as he felt the muscles of her throat contract as she swallowed around the head of his cock.

She continued to do so a few more times raising her mouth up the stem of his cock then sink back down until her nose was pressed to her fingers.

Each time she did he wanted to pull his hands from behind his back and reach out to grab her head and guide her motions. The muscles of Mark's arms tensed to do just that a couple times but he forced himself to let her have the initiative.

Still she was priming the pump and he was almost ready to explode in her mouth when she pulled back one final time and rose up to look at him face to face.

“If you arent on the bed in about five seconds Mark," She growled in an aggressive tone, "I might just leave you high and dry here…”

"Wouldn't want that," He said wryly Knowing the threat was fairly empty by the hungry lustful look in her eyes, "Now would we?"

She kept her eyes on his as she backed up to the bed and gracefull laid back upon the motel comforter. Her hand gestured for him in a come to me motion. “Come to me Mark," She said, "You talk a good game, now let me see if you can live up to all your hype.”

"Trust me, Liza," He said reaching down to remove his shoes and socks. "I'm the genuine article, and this game will go into extra innings. I think I may keep you here all night long, in fact." He stepped out of his pants and now completely naked he stepped towards the bed. Climbing onto it above her. He kissed her letting the hunger and lust he was feeling for her right now. His hands snuck behind her as they kissed searching for the clasp of her bra.