Pushed to the Edge : Part Three
Players :
DrakonMacar
LuciL
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
GoldenDanae
silverfirekitsune
GoldenDanae: It sure was funny to see the guy’s hair bit go up in flames and Danielle laughed up a storm in the other corner watching a woman river dance on it. People openly gawked at her and she made it a point to flip them off or reach for her glass of Ever clear. The ladder sent them off in a puff of smoke that oddly enough smelled like the piss that double Oh Negative was drenched in. At this point she waited for a bouncer to find her and send her off for lighting someone on fire. So she sat there laughing like a loon and sipping her drink. When no one came storming after her she laughed all the more and got up. The music was slamming against her chest and with her second Japanese Slipper down she was feeling wonderfully numb. The dance floor was full of people but they moved to the side, at least the ones who were afraid for their fake hair or the amount of spray they used to achieve that freshly fucked look, as she stepped onto the polished floor. She’d listen for a moment the roll her hips matching time with the song. It was one she knew well and fitting for the air of danger she felt in this building. Their DJ was somewhat of a magic man as his choices in songs seemed to lead up to what was about to happen.
DrakonMacar: Duke shook his head and sighed as he pulled one small knot and the rope gag fell free down her face, hanging taut on her chin. “No need to take this so personally. Believe it or not, I am actually trying to do you a big favor. Before this goes any further, this isn’t about yielding, holding power over someone, this isn’t about a chain of command or order of dominance or any other shit. This is business. Now I think I’ve established that point enough, I am thrilled to see you could swollow that damnedable arrogant pride and be a real human for once. In fact I am proud to see you know how to do that which gives me hope yet. Now then, would you care to tell me about what goes down at this hotel you’re staying at?” Duke had decided now was the time if ever to show her how this conversation was going to go, he took his gun Reaper from the inside of his vest and set it down on the desktop behind him. “I ask this because I am most curious why so many business men and rich old farts with all kinds of luggage seemed to come and go in an instant. See, like I said. It is my duty to keep people safe and I am not going to use kid gloves here Corisa, do you like being called by name or would there be something other you’d like me to adress you as? Anyways, after the incident with our resident swedish porn starlette, I am taking this job to a new kind of level. It is very much obvious now that I have eyes and ears all over watching and listening to what I can not. Call it an obsessive need to protect, call it foolishness, call me a fucking creep or stalker. I am keeping tabs on everybody and I’ll be letting people know this as the night goes on. I am not proud, especially considering how I knew I would have to handle you. Also I refuse to bribe you because I am rather fond of my cigars, but I suppose the boon of you giving me a nod…” He reached into his shirt and pulled two stainless steel tubes from an interior pocket. Pulling them both open, an old pair of Tatuaje cigars. The potent smell of the aged tobacco and a series of other spices. “This is from my private stash. Potent, smoother than a babes ass.” He held the business end of one towards her lips just a pucker away from her possession. “See Corisa, I respect you, in fact I admire the attitude. You’ve got big balls for such a young lady and for that, you have my respect.” He flicked a zippo lighter as if waiting for her to take the offering. “Where I come from it’s only good to share a peace offering, in this case, we both admire a good smoke.” He lit the second cigar, puffing lazily as he let it catch and smolder. Putting his to his mouth and let the flavor roll around. “It’s a combination, coyote tobacco, sage, some agave, mesquite and a touch of mint in there. Smooth and it bites back, leaving a sweet aroma and sting on the tongue.” Down in the club floor, Dmirty had broken off from the door to act as a floorman for the evening. “Mia damn it! Gittoff!” He snapped at her in his thick russian accent as he’d run over and like the bear he was, hugged her from behind and seperated the rampaging woman from the man. “Calm self down!”
CharlotteCarrendar:- Corsica was like a black panther, enraged to the point she was no longer speaking, or making any sound. Cold eyes staring with no emotion on her face, her blood draining from it. Not fear, oh no, it was not about that at all. Loss of control. The worst thing you could ever do to the Dominatrix. Her whole world revolved around being on top of her game, being the smart one. She was highly intelligent, a go getter, who always got what she wanted, till a simple miscalculation, saw her whole world collapse and cause both her and her sister Candice, to be fugitives on the run from Interpol. The gag rope would be loosened, and the smarmy gunslinger, shook his head. No need to take this personally? HA! Oh this got personal the minute he bound her, dragged her up the stairs in full sight of the entire death club, bound her to a chair and treated her like …like…a sub. The center of her irises grew dark, as her brow knitted, and she felt the taste of the rope on her tongue. He wanted to talk business. He said he admired her spirit. But he didn’t know everything, how the fuck could he? It was when he removed his gun and set it down on the table behind him, her eyes flickered between gun and man. Her heart pounded faster, as his actions and words were not marrying up at all. He wanted answers And seems he was willing to go the extra mile to get them. “I ask this because I am most curious why so many business men and rich old farts with all kinds of luggage seemed to come and go in an instant. See, like I said. It is my duty to keep people safe and I am not going to use kid gloves here Corisa, do you like being called by name or would there be something other you’d like me to adress you as? Corsica swallowed, as if just fed cod liver oil, her face almost showing a greenish tinge. “Corsica…its my name. Use it.”- she certainly had a venom bite to her words, the cutting off definate. Like a viper that was backed into a corner, she had lost none of her spark. Every bit as dangerous. “The hotel is just a place my Sister and I sleep. I don’t go into deliving in the lives of crusty old farts and their Gucci luggage. I would rather have my face buried in muff.” -she then smirked, the fire returning in her eyes. When offered the cigar, that he was apparently fond of, she narrowed her gaze, like this was some sort of ploy, but she could not resist the scent in the air as he tempted her. “This is from my private stash. Potent, smoother than a babes ass.” Indeed, it was everything he said, and she parted her lips to take the offered end, hating herself all the more for accepting his.”gift” She took a puff after it was lit, and started to relax, letting the flavour roll around as well. “I can tell you only what I know. You are asking…the wrong questions.” -she raised her shoulders and let them fall. “You want to know why…I am here, fingering the slaps down stairs, and not back at the hotel….dealing? Huh?”- she lowered her eyes, and then said in a small voice, the truth about to come out. “I’ve made a terrible mistake, and I am pretty sure…it will end…for us all…soon.” <3>
LadyBelz: As Dmitri’s arms went around Mia in a bearhug and he raged in her ear to calm down, it was like a switch had been thrown. Mia sagged in his arms, tears streaming down her face and harsh sobbing sounds falling from between her lips. This was a broken woman seen before everyone and it was humbling to see. Those standing close could hear words through her sobs that sounded like she was repeating “I’m sorry.” over and over again. Cecile made her way through the shocked crowd and gathered Mia into her arms, shushing her and running her hands up and down her back in a gesture of comfort. Mia clung to the woman like a newborn babe, deep sobs that seemed to come from her very soul nearly smothered beneath the music of the club. Cecile signalled to one of the other girls and together they helped Mia to her feet, going around the bar to take the back stairs to Mia’s dressing room. “All right everyone, show’s over.” announced one of the bouncers as he and his companion took the delivery man outside. The pushed the bleeding man against the wall. “You tell Andrei to back off Mia, or there will be more where that came from.” he growled, punching the already bruised man in the stomach. They dropped him to the ground and headed back inside. Across the street, hidden in an alcove, Andrei watched this through a pair of binoculars, not believing what his eyes were telling him. “Dat way you play, Andrei play.” he growled. Turning up the collar on his coat, he slipped away from the alcove and walked away from the club. This wasn’t over…not by a longshot. An hour later found a much calmer Mia wrapped in a blanket with a glass of whiskey in her hands, being forced to drink it. Mia appeared drained of all emotion, but embarassed as well. She had never intended to flip out in front of everyone, but seeing Andrei’s name…she just snapped. “Mia, what did he do to you?” Cecile whispered to her friend. Mia shook her head. “I let him victimize me. I swore I would never let another man do that to me. And look what happened. I can’t eat, I haven’t been sleeping…the nightmares…God, this is so fucked up!” she raged, knocking back the whiskey. She wasn’t used to it, and the sting of it going down caused her eyes to water more than they already were and she coughed. “Do you think he’s stalking you?” Jorgina asked. Mia looked at her, the mascara under her eyes running like black tar. It was a thought that had never occured to her…but the more she thought about it, the more true it seemed. “He might be. I think he might be.” she admitted. “You have to tell someone, the cops, Helena, Alex at least.” Jorgina exclaimed but Mia shook her head, resolve hardening her eyes like granite. “No…This is something I have to do for myself. I’ve done it before and I will do it again. If Andrei thinks he can fuck with me, he’s got another thing coming.” Mia snarled, standing and throwing the glass across the room where it smashed into the wall. Cecilia and Jorgina smiled. This was the Mia they knew. Mia went into the bathroom to repair the damage to her makeup and hair. She was here to work, and dammit, she was going to work her fucking ass off tonight. That was her job, her livelyhood and no man was going to fuck that up for her…Outside the club, a black stretch limo was pulling up to the curb. People who were waiting to get in, turned to look at the dark tinted windows, trying to see who was inside but it was impossible…
Stop calling me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Well, I’m dressed, ready for a night with the girls
Hair’s still put out for my curls, not out for you, it’s just a look
She lied as she tried to introduce me to her friend
I shook his hand and said ‘I’ve got a man’
From the look that he gave, the woman that he craves
I’m just trying to be, hey
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
At home, there’s knocks on the door and the phone
Pick it up, some rings and a tone
Check the door, but whoever was there is gone
Who knows who left the letter with the rose
Regret it, don’t forget I got a man at home
Mob, when you gonna leave me the hell alone
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Don’t call me on my phone – who gave you my number
Tell me how did you find my home – my girls say you’re a stalker
Don’t be causing trouble for me and my man, understand
(Understand, understand) I’ll never be your woman
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
Stop calling me, calling me, please stop stalkin’ me, stalkin’ me
Just a fantasy, fantasy, that you have with me
DrakonMacar: “Against my better judgement, and I do know that you might just take all the advantage presented, I’ll do it any ways. Corisa, I told you who I am and I showed you just how quickly I can turn your life around. I wont ask forgiveness for that humiliation but this is the only way to get you to comply. I want to know who has been around you, who’s been following you and I trust someone of your caliber knows damn well what I mean because I refuse to have losses in this crowd. This club is it’s own nation and for all I care you could have left a dirty bomb in the UN Building and I wouldn’t give two shits.” He’d reached over and pulled another knot, the bound keeping her left arm back was let free, he leaned back and grumbled, ultimately throwing off the face mask. “You see yourself as an apex predator, the peak of the food chain, the problem is that you only know one way of life, one road that you feel you trust and it takes someone like me, a monster some might call me. A creature who has no rights being on this planet. We’ve all done some shit and know that I did my homework on you. My job is information, analytics. Fucking, drugs, crime….that shit is below my level. I understand that you would love nothing more than to torture me until I beg for your mercy and plea to do anything for you. I am promising you that such a dream is going to get you in a heap of trouble. It’s not about sex, drugs, gender, power, emotion. It is about doing what’s right for my people and I count you among them Corisa. I am asking you because I trust you. You almost got gunned down some time ago. I feel that the same parties are involved in that and currently the ones who’ve been watching you and your sister. I don’t accuse you of being a whore or fellating old fucks who need ten kinds of pills just to get it up. I need you to tell me who you’ve been around and what they do. Like I said, I have been keeping tabs on everybody and by nothing more than the random hand of fate, you and Candi get the first personal attention. Now it’s not an honour or privilege or anything to you or to the best of your knowledge and what I want from you might be too much for you to handle. For now, just tell me who you’ve been dealing with. Or, we can play this your way, you start from the beginning.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – The bar top was being wiped down by Dixie, while Maggie picked up the smouldering wet toupee, and tried to hand it back to 007. “I think this is…yours?”- she said, a grimace for her expression, and bit her bottom lip, as he snatched it out of the air. He definitely had an american accent now, and was furious, that his rented tux, was soaked. “DAMN IT ALL…CAN’T A MAN HAVE SOME FUN WITHOUT BEING SPRAYED AND SET ON FIRE?!”- Dixie thought for a moment, and then held up a finger and said. “Uhmmm No..no you can’t. Come again.”- she turned around and sniggered to Nikolas, who did an underhand high five, and they tickled each other’s fingers. “Another hero to zero…and all with the power of H2o….BEHAVE!” -she laughed, going back to serving thirsty patrons. The not so hot spy, stomped off for the exit, as Maggie wondered where the girl with flair and a fiery attitude had gone too. Seeing her out on the dance floor, bumping and grinding in the midst of the crush of bodies, Maggie sighed and went back to work. “Million euros she is a regular after this. I call that the Baptisim of fire..hai?” Dixie shrugged her shoulders, and smirked. “If she set off the water jets in the ceiling, we could have that wet T shirt comp we been planning.” The trio laughed, and went back to their posts, while upstairs, Corsica was about to reveal all. “There is…something in my pocket. I can’t get it out of course, being…tied up. But it will explain…everything.” If he was to remove it, it was a black envelope, marked with the seal of the triangle, and in the middle…the eye. The symbol of the Illumaniti. Inside the envelope, the address, the names of Corsica and Candice, and the words. “You are cordially invited to attend the ceremony of the Order, at 9pm Friday the 9th of November, 2012. You are to tell no one of this…or ……” The words at the end were blacked out, and if he was to look at Corsica, he would see a single tear running down her right cheek. Could it be….Corsica was scared out of her mind? <3>
GoldenDanae: It was funny to see her flaming zero get into more trouble. The songs were starting to lose her and she walked away from the dance floor to sit at the bar. There was someone different there and she quirked her brow. ” Where’d the bartender go to?”, she asks as she sits down with a light smile that quickly faded. “Oh this seat is damp I sure hope it’s from the water…groosssss!”, she yelps and jumps up and at the same time grabs her scant top. “Damnit I’m still going to kill those two where did they go anyway?”, she mumbles and sits on a dry stool this time. “Another Japanese Slipper!”, she says with a smile and a giggle that almost sounded child like. She was young after all and it was showing for a moment. She’d wait for her drink and pick at a bowl of chex mix looking stuff. She looked over around the bar and rolled her eyes as she waited for her drink. “I wonder what bozo is going to try this time.”, in truth she was having fun kicking men in the shin and lighting them on fire.
LadyBelz: The door on the driver’s side of the limo opened and a bald man in a black suit stepped out
LuciL: Sabina had not showed up when the Deathclub opened this Saturday night, in fact she had not arrived for quite some time. While enjoying the every morning training and the morning out with Maggie in the past week had set the escort in a chirpy mood something she had not felt in a long time (even when having sex with clients) and so happily accepted Miho’s invitation to dinner in Weanceslas square fortunately not too far from the Deathclub and the girls enjoyed a few cosmopolitans and discussion of what the clubs were like in Japan. Miho had dyed her hair yet again, this time to a more ‘subltle’ version of dirty blonde with black tips letting it rest in curls on her shoulders. The usual tomboy was wearing a little black dress this time with neon green spiked pumps on her feet. Sabina kept her eye on the time knowing she would have to fit in work during their dinner and Miho caught sight of her. The Romanian woman had gotten dressed for a night in town or a night in working up a storm at the club. A black sparkly wrap-around top that bared her midriff along with a red latex mini and harelequin garted stockings. Her hair was still pulled half to the side and huge silver hoop earrings hung from her triple pierced ears. Miho had also given her purple contacts something to make Sabina look different and exotic as if her pink hair wasn’t enough. Her violet eyes stared at the time and Miho laughed shaking her head as she finished her fifth cosmo for the night “Hai hai Sabina-chan, to the sex club we go!” She hailed for the check and the bill was halved and sorted. What the two friends and neighbours didn’t notice was a four men overheard Miho’s call and sidled close to them. One was Italian and he leered over Sabina who let out a sigh, what was with these Italians falliing over “Amore you heading to the Deathclub?” He whispered hotly, Sabina swatted him away but kept her cool about her “I work there…” “And I’m just a dancer, so let’s go Sabina-chan!” Miho piped up, shooting the man a filthy Look and pulling Sabina towards the alley where the club was located. The Italian pouted as his friends chuckled at the brush off but the group followed the two women anyway. At the door, the sign still flashed bright and the cue was still quite long, Sabina shot both Ivan and Nikolai an apologetic look almost tripping in her black zipper heels “I know, I’m very late…” Nikolai just shook his head “Its crazy inside, you missed out on a lot of fun” Sabina pouted to herself before pulling Miho behind her and walking straight to the bar “Miho, I am getting you a Black Russian, they are delish” Miho already bopping her curled hair to the music, the black dress swishing about her knees “Find me on the floor Sabina-chan!” With that being said, the Japanese woman was being swept into the music. Bouncing to the corner of the round bar, Sabina waved her hand frantically in the air “TWO Black Russians please!” Her manicured fingers shaping into the peace sign.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The ropes, the twisted knots were undone by a gruff Duke, as Corsica sat, like she was the Queen of Sheba, herself. Waiting till the last loop fell to the floor, and Duke’s words rammed home his point. Clearly, there was a human being behind the bold facade. “Kill and repress all you want, you’re still human so get used to it.” Corsica pursed her lips together, and removed the cigar, whilst rubbing her wrist. Following this, she removed the black envelope, and waved it, so it showed the Illumaniti symbol. “Took my sister to some out of the way costume hire shop here in Prague. Thought it would be a bit of fun. Next thing I know, we are not only supplied with the…invitation, and free costumes.”- she looked down and placed the cigar back between her teeth, while shaking hands opened the envelope and she took out the invitation. “Nothing is free…is it?” her voice was much softer, much more, feminine that normal. She rolled her jaw, so you could see the lower row of her teeth, clearly out of her comfort zone, by having to tell everything. -Her eyes darted about the room, as she fought back the tears. “First…I thought, sure everyone gets chased by men on motorcycles, trying to kill you. You know? But..oh…then..then the hotel room…has these..tiny cameras. So..I know, that we are being watched. First I thought. Whatever, so some man is getting off to the sex. BRAVO!”-she threw her head back and laughed. It was the laughter that sounded like a woman being led to her execution. She returned her focus back to Duke, and then showed a face that was resigned to her fate. “The masks. Two. One black…one white. One for me, one for Candice.”-she bows her head, and then takes up the cigar and takes another drag, savouring the taste as though her last chance at pleasure. “I thought it was all a lie…a conspirarcy….Anonymous?…the NWO? All that? I can’t believe how wrong I was.”- and now..the crushing admission. “There can only be one. But which…the white…or the black?”- she seemed to not be telling all, until she said. “There is sex…there is lust..then there is the ultimate…to be made a sacrifice. Like the goats they bleed for the Gods. This is a ritual…this…ceremony.”- she licked her top lip as another tear fell, which she caught with her tongue. “One of us, will die.” <3>
GoldenDanae: She finished her drink and singed her bill. It had been a decent night after all and she might just go off on her friends for leaving her all alone. She waved to the tall woman bartender and started for the door. Her hand went into her purse wrapping her fingers around a can of mace. She was suspicious as hell of the secret middle aged anti-hero and the grease ball Italian. Maybe she should have tried to meet someone to at least walk her home from this really twisted bar. She made up her mind on coming back…though hiccup she smiled because that bartender sure could make a good Japanese Slipper….She made it home safe and pulled the various ties and pins out of her shreaded clothing falling bare assed into bed. She’d have some what of a headache from the smoke and music but it was worth it to have a fun night of being slightly crazy.
LadyBelz: Stepping inside, both let the beat of the music surround them. Under the strobe lights, the red-headed woman looked around at the teaming mass of writhing bodies, the girls dancing in their cages and the men and women who drooled over them and liked what she saw. She would have to come here again when she wasn’t conducting business. Signaling to her companion, she waited while he made his way around the club, passing out business cards to those who looked like they could be tempted to come and give her services a try, putting up advertising papers in various visible spots along the walls and leaving a stack of both at the ends of the bar. Once he ran out, he returned to her side and together they left the club. There was simply a name and a phone number on the cards and posters: “Madame Ruza’s House of Sins” (). A few were intrigued. Both of them left the club as silently as they entered, those still outside watching the limo as it drove away.
DrakonMacar: Duke sat there in silence as he looked at the envelope. “I dare not touch it. How the hell…” Duke scratched his head and sighed heavily. He pulled the cigar away from his face as his other hand came flying up and smacking himself, dragging the hand down as he facepalmed and groaned. “I don’t know how in the world you two managed to get into this big amount of trouble. Illuminati, pah! So-called rulers of the world and secret society bah. Free masons pft…” Duke grumbled, the cigar smoke filling his office, he breathed and smacked his lips. “You find Candice, you stay with her at all times. The ninth and nine… You two move together, never let the other out of sight. This is worse than I suspected but still plays into the plan well.” He leaned over and pulled open a drawer. A box filled with small rings for piercings was produced from inside. “Well I hope you two have your nipples pierced because these babies work A LOT better when people don’t know what to make of them.” He took two pair out of the dozen pairs. “Microphones believe it or not. Also have GPS on them. Technology these days, right?” He handed Corisa the stainless steel rings. “Like I said, nipples work best, if not, ears. Unless you know you’re elevated, keep them away from the clit and belly. It’s cheap but seems a lot fancier than they really are. If you both wear these and they are syncronized to time and placement within mere centimeters. It’s a bit out there yeah but it does the trick to help me help you. This was not what I was expecting at all. In fact this is worse off than I can honestly imagine. I mean…these wack jobs EAT people for fucks sake. I mean, mobsters, crime bosses, warlords, terrorists, drug lords, kingpins, war dealers, cartels… That shit I can deal with but fuck me Corisa what did you two do to get these fuckers interested? What’s worse is you’re invited to a party and if these types of connections there is damn near nothing stopping them from having their way. Well…” He trailed off in thought. “Unless they’re killed. Drop enough of them and they become keen to keep distance and wait until you’re at your weakest and strike with a vengence and blah blah blah. Get Candi, meet me here on the fifth. I will have a plan by then. These guys, they probably already know that you told me. The only alternative, convinvce anyone else of some other shit as to what happened in this room. Say I fucked you like one of your subs or some shit, ain’t but one other person who actually knows me enough to say the different. Convince people of something, come up with a story because chances are, you’ll be approached for what happened in here so we’d both better have a story.”
LuciL: Sabina had seen several of the bar chairs wet and chuckled realising that the spray gun from behind the bar was probably used again. There was new faces about while her fellow escorts were grabbing as much tipping as they possibly could, their bikinis and skanky attire overdosed in euros. One thing Sabina did notice while she was waiting at the bar that the current presence of the two Greek men weren’t around, but everyone else seemed to be in the swing of things and the Deathclub was going ahead as normal. Taking a seat on one of the few dry stools, Sabina saw a mysterious redhead duck by the bar and place to bundles of pamphlets on either end of the bar and left as quickly as she had arrived. Arching her pierced left eyebrow, Sabina took one of the paper slips and read the bold red writing sprawled across it quietly muttering to herself “Madame Ruza’s House of Sins” The name itself was oozing sex appeal, exotic intrigue and hidden delights. Quietly Sabina folded the pamphlet and stashed it into her glittery black top, maybe she would check out this place on one of her nights off during the week. It wasn’t until she saw a cluster of men approach her, they all wore black and white and each had a bright pink glow stick necklace wrapped around their necks. Sabina had recognised a couple of them from last Saturday when she had pulled in for a good amount of distractions on the second floor. But to her disappointment Josef was missing, maybe it was just this week but Sabina hoped that he wasn’t like the other fucktards and dipping into a pussy and running after a bang. Folding her arms, Sabina crossed her leg over the other and her performance began “Pink chokers…this is definitely becoming a fan club for moi” One of them, was sandy hair Daniel (one of the men she had participated in a threesome with, a couple of Saturdays ago when the Russians had been knocked out and their leader was killed acccording to Miho’s recap) who scooped Sabina onto her feet and pulled her into the circle of adoring admirers “We return to our paradise Princess?” There was a teasing tone in his voice that made Sabina laugh and shake her head amused, they were all so eager to please.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Candice didn’t have to wait for his rebuttal, since it was pretty evident, that he was sorely pissed, that she and Candice were in this much trouble. “I don’t know how in the world you two managed to get into this big amount of trouble. Illuminati, pah! So-called rulers of the world and secret society bah. Free masons pft…” Corsica pursed her lips together, and then uttered. “We only arrived in Europe barely two weeks ago. All this was new to me. They don’t have these sorts of parties, back in Canada.”- she said simply, stabbing out the cigar, no longer finding the joy in it. Duke made his orders pretty straight forward. That she was to find Candice, and stick to her like glue, not letting her out of her sight for no one. But he was right about one thing. This was worse, than anyone could have imagined. Corsica, had no one to trust other than her own sister, and this …man was willing to help her, and part of her wanted to know why? She had been rude, spiteful and down right horrid to him. She watched as he retrieved the box from the drawer, with the small metal rings in it. “Microphones believe it or not. Also have GPS on them. Technology these days, right?” Impressed, by the technology, she held them closer to her face for a look, and then took open her shirt, baring her breasts, and removing her own nipple rings, and putting on these ones instead. “Candice wears them too, so I can fit them when I get back. She’s….not well tonight, so..that is why I let her sleep off her sickness.” Wow, Corsica did have a heart, buried down deep in her soul. Fixing her shirt back up, she looked at Duke when he asked what they did, to be so noted by the men of the Order. “Lets just say…my sister and I…are uhm…known to be skilled at..entertaining men.” – the last two words said, as if to ram home that point. Corsica rose to her feet, and walked the distance of the floor to stand before Duke, as he told her that she had to bring Candice there on the fifth and that he would have a plan. Also, she would need to come up with some sort of story, to say what she did in his office, all this time. “I think I can spin some sort of sick sadistic story of how we did the deed…here..on your desk.” -she took a look at the surrounds, as if taking it to her memory, so she could come out with the exact details, and then turned back to stare into his eyes. “Or…we can do it…for real. Up to you..” She ran her nails down his chest and latched onto his gunbelt. “I can be good. Very …very good.” <3>
LuciL: Sabina had forgotten about getting the two Black Russians for herself and her dear friend, she had forgotten that she should had been in the cages or the poles working up tips and payment from the new patrons in the Deathclub. From the amount of heavy petting and grinding she was recieving from her regular clients, Sabina knew that they would pay her in full for the rest of her services alone and not given to anyone else. Sandwiched between Daniel and one other man who had vivid blood red hair and emerald eyes, the group slowly moved away from the bar and towards the stairs. The pair’s hands were everywhere on her body though she wasn’t as costumed up as her previous Saturday nights. That didn’t stop the group of aroused men from wanting their piece of pink candy. Sabina’s manicured hands curled in Daniel’s hair as she kissed him fully on the lips and asked him quietly “I just got here Dan and I need to work…” He grinned at her, a rogueish lopsided smile as he paused in walking up the stairs and held her close, his hands kneading her breasts and sliding down her waist being mindful of the other client too busy attempting to ride her behind “Since you are in the good company of your club Princess, one of the boys have offered his house for all of us…if you are so willing to join in our game” Sabina bit her pierced bottom lip giving him a saucy smile, counting at least seven in the group, just like every deadly sin- it was perfect and an invitation that the escort could not refuse, especially since she had slackened in working tonight. “Is the car big enough to fit all of us?” Sabina teased her hands trailing up Daniel’s black buttoned shirt, taking her hand he kissed the palm of it “You can ride with three of us…the rest will follow” there was a double meaning in that sentence, Sabina picked up on it easily. The hungry gazes of her clients were following her every move and being the ever dutiful princess to her loyal subjects Sabina gestured towards the open door “Then take me to this house” The men cheered around her and quickly forgot about their drinks, ushering the Romanian woman out of the club.//On the dance floor, Miho saw her friend’s pink hair being swept away and out of the club “What happen to my drink?! Aiya…” The Japanese woman than giggled and cupped her mouth thinking ‘Looks like something out of hentai is about to happen’.
