The Good, the Bad, and the Short
Players:
iShatteredSanity
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
Captain277
LuciL
Carrendar
HiEmpOpernonExodus
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iShatteredSanity: -That had been a rather interesting week in Prague. Murmurs and silent whispers kept talking about deaths in the Deathclub and finally the Christening took place. Of course the local media could not keep silent, but with no proof, they could not do anything. Plus there was the incident that someone had managed to get access in the main computers of every TV channel, radio station and on the internet, deleting files and leaving a warning behind: “Know your facts motherfuckers.”. Of course that made all those who bashed the Deathclub to shut their mouths, but it also made them getting more serious. Unknown to the staff and pretty much everyone, a person was selected to go in the Deathclub and collect dirt about everyone. And if one would that that this action would be the action of a gossip magazine, everyone would be surprised to know that it was a person chosen by a united front of TV and radio stations to see if those rumors and silent whispers were true; about the deaths. Well, that was something that could perhaps make things interesting for the staff of the Deathclub. But anyway. A hacker had attacked those stations and bloggers and nobody knew who it was. It was said by experts that whoever did it, he or she was a pro among pros and that it would require at least two people to inflict such damage. Poor fellas, if only they knew that this was done by only one individual who was using only his right hand to type on the keyboard while eating pizza with the other and it only took him about 20 minutes. But such idiocy was to be expected after all. As for the work of the mysterious hacker who was none other than Alexandros himself? Well, lets just say that one of the major issues for everyone who worked and/or was associated with the Deathclub, that was taken care of. At least for some time the Russians would not bother to even touch anyone since they had suffered enough damage. On Demetrios’ orders all the computers used by Nikolai and Yuri were destroyed, but Alexandros went a few steps forward by hacking into the bank accounts of theirs, stealing the money from there and of course moving all that into a ghost account that he used so that he could not be tracked down. Of course after such a thing, the motherfuckers would think a few times before laying a hand on anyone from the Deathclub. As for the internet channel that was exploiting Mia, that was also taken good care of. It seemed as if Demetrios was blessed, having a friend of his who was also a hacker, and a pro among pros as some people called him, to appear at such a time. As for Helena, well, that kitten was finally calm and she had regained her usual bitchy self. She had some good time with Mia, even though they only slept together, but at least she was free of all that stress. And so Helena was once again inside the office, but this time she was not looking at the monitors, no. This time she was already in the middle of having a tasty dinner that only her adorable Anna could offer; which was nothing else than fucking Anna’s brains out using her tongue alone before things getting even more heated and getting the strapon to fuck Anna silly. Ahhh, at least those ladies seemed to have some good time together. Demetrios? Well, Demetrios was also good. He had Dix and that was all that he could ask for. And so, another Saturday night in Prague. The lights outside the club were on, the red neon sign lighting the area as well, Ivan and Nikolai standing outside the doors, the music as usual shaking the very building, the staff inside ready in their respective places, and the line of people to walk in was huge as well. Another Saturday night for the Deathclub. But what was going to happen this time? Nobody knew, but they would all know by the end of the night.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: Saturday night. Death Club. The place to be and be seen. Now viewed by many in the media as one of the most dangerous clubs in Prague, its notoriety had now served to create a new and more sophisticated client base. Stars, models, advertising executives, and rock royalty, were now making it their number one destination, when staying in Prague for business….or pleasure. Some had taken this new influx with delight, in particular, the escorts and high paid call girls, that paraded their sex and delectable goods, as though it was a swanky sex meat market. To others, it was just another club. Dixie, was out in the dock, signing for a consigment of crates, mostly beers from Heineken. She scibbled her name and then dated it, before handing it back to the driver. The storeman was moving the stock into place, with the forklift, and Dixie gave him a wink and a smle, as she headed back to the back room behind the bar. On turning the corner, Nickolas, came out from the staff change room, wearing black leather pants and a crisp white cotton shirt. He actually looked better than the first night she met him at the bar, the fish net top had made him appear gay, and if he was gay, he sure would be a favourite, since he was hung like John Holmes. Nikolas flicked up his collar and then made a double gun action with his fingers, pointed at Dixie and grinning. “Its the Skip…how you doin’, babe?” Dixie rolled her eyes and reached out to grab the handle for the bar room door, and gave Nikolas a sideways glance. “It’s Dix…only one who can call me Skip is Rocky. So, I cut you a deal. I won’t call you Swiss Cheese, and you don’t call me Skip. We got a deal, Cheddar?” Yes, Dix thought of Nikolas as being nothing more than a big piece of Cheese. Swiss in particular, since he was swiss, and his shirt last week was…holy. Nikolas gave his large bulge a rub and then winked at Dix slyly. “You got some cheek…I like that.”- Dixie then saunted up to Nikolas and reached up and dug her nails into Nikolas’s nipples, twisting and pinching them hard. “And my boyfriend, will rearrange your face, if you come in two feet of me. We clear? -Dixie snarled through gritted teeth- “So, you keep the comments to yourself, or..*she then twisted so hard he would scream in pain*…I ‘m gonna make sure that you are no longer viewed as Nick the Dick, but, Turtle man, when I make sure your cock head never sees the light of day again. Alright?” – Dixie let go as Nikolas shed a tear and patted his burning nipples. “OKAY!…god…mommy, ow ow ow.”- Dixie opened the door to the bar room, and who should be listening, none other than Maggie, who had her ear to the door and fell forward as the door was pulled. “Ack!..Eh, sorry, being a bit of a flute. Nick!…Oooo why the face, what she do to ya? Ya poor Feen.”- Nikolas went off quietly to the fridges out the back to find ice for his nipples, and Maggie held a hand out as he walked on by “Grand…don’t say hello. Not like I did anything rotten to ya, Bogger.” Dixie just took it on herself to leave them both, and re entered the club, going straight to work, serving the first patron of the night, only looking back to see Maggie come behind her, and then side step her. She was well aware that Dix wasn’t fussed with her, and Maggie now made it her mission to get on Dixie’s good side. “So like I had this horse and he was totally bullin…you know. Got completely plastered and ended up pissing in the sink in the kitchen at the squat I am living in, right? Who pisses in the sink…when you can just open a window, ya know?” Dixie grimmaced and wished she had brought ear plugs, to block Maggie’s shocking accent and incessant chatter. Dixie watched through the crowd, as she pulled a beer, and wondered how Demetrios would go this night. The first time back since the exectution death of Viktor. <3>
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LadyBelz: -Mia stood in her flat, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes stared back at her, a question in their depths: did she want to go to the club now or later? There was a small voice in the back of her mind telling her she was crazy to expose herself in such a way, who knew how many of Yuri’s associates were out there? But she was made of sterner stuff. He may have broken her body, but he was not going to break her mind and spirit. Bitchsmacking that voice in her head and kicking her in the cunt for extra measure, she turned away from the mirror and into her bedroom. Grabbing her favorite trench coat and the black garment bag draped across the bed, she made sure everything was off or locked up before heading downstairs. She grabbed a passing cab and jumped in, giving the driver the address for the club as she sat back in the seat. She looked down at the garment bag in her lap, caressing it almost lovingly. The driver, having glanced in his rear mirror to check traffic as he pulled away from her building, saw the smirk that graced her lips and wondered who the lucky sod was that would get a chance at Ms Mia this evening. Having been to the club before, he was one of the many who had drooled over the beautiful Italian-American woman. He had wanted her with a passion that damn near frightened him, but when the time came to approach her for her services, he had been like a schoolboy with a crush and had run away with his dick tucked between his legs. Even now, sneaking glances of her in the mirror as he drove, was making his dick hard in his pants and he had to shift every few minutes to relieve the pressure on his balls. Twice he nearly ran off the road as his glances kept getting longer and longer. Mia, firmly aware of the effect she was having, continued to stare out the window, but her hands weren’t idle. She was slowly rubbing them up and down her thighs beneath her coat, the tips of her fingers making a quiet rasping sound against her skin that reached the ears of the driver. She even closed her eyes at one point and let out a quiet “oh” of pleasure that made the driver, ears beet red, almost run them into a telephone pole before he quickly righted his car. Chuckling to herself, she settled herself more firmly in the seat as they headed deeper into the city.-
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Carrendar: One call. One freaking phone call that ruined the whole damn day. Igniatus had been dreading this call. The once a blue moon call from her parents back in the US. They never called, they were too busy with other things. When they did, it was always a argument Always having something to do with her going back to school, or finding a better job then a street musician. Things she didn’t want to do. To sum up the whole argument (though it only lasted about five minutes, it went as followed) Parents: “Go back to school.” Iggy: “I can’t.” Parents: “Kain would.” Iggy: “Kain’s dead. I know, it’s a huge inconvenience for everyone.” Parents: “Don’t speak of the dead in such a ill tone.” Iggy: “Goodbye.” Then she’d hang up and punch a few things, pissed off clearly. This happend maybe around one hour before DC would open. One hours to kill, one hours to cool off before the fun could begin. She started for her room, slamming the phone down onto the table when of course uncle Ben had to get his two cents in. Benjamin: “They didn’t mean to bring up Kain.” Spinning around, she shot a glare at him. Iggy: “The hell if they didn’t. Uncle they always pull that on me. Always. As if they’re trying to guilt me into it.” Benjamin: “Iggy, call them back. You need to apo-” But Iggy was already at the front door, not bothering to grab her phone or purse. Forget going to her room like a scowled hound, lets just leave. Benjamin: “Igniatus, get back here!” Heh, she was already gone. Gah, just fuck the world! And everyone in it. She slammed the door behind her, seeing red. Her hair was a mess, wearing no make up. Nothing. Iggys dress was black leather, red lining it, crossing over her chest and around her neck, holding the dress up. With that followed smoothed light tanned legs and black heels. Decent, but not perfect for a night out. Yes, she walked to DC. Took a hour or so, and by that time she saw the big neon sign, her hands shaking for a cigarette. “Christ.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and taking her place in the line, pacing in place as she waited to get inside to have a nice big fucking glass of vodka.
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iShatteredSanity: -The club had already began filling with life. More and more regulars arrived, nodding at Ivan and Nikolai who nodded back, but of course as usual they checked for IDs or driving licenses in order to let someone in. While they had gotten friendly with some folks, they still had a job to do, and they became much more serious after Inga, their shining star, was severely injured. They had declined entrance to a few, asking them to go back in their houses and returning with an ID or a driving license, and had kicked a few others who did not comply. But such was the life of the bouncer, and some of the patrons knew that all too well. For the others who did not or were so ignorant and arrogant, they would learn it the hard way. As more and more people began entering the club, they could feel the bass pushing them backwards from the sheer volume of it, yet it was not a sound that could make one’s ears hurt. The bouncers were already walking around while some others were stationed in their respective areas; bar, lounge, pole dancing, torture/exhibition, sensual room, escort office, BDSM section and of course Helena’s office. And speaking of which, if one thought that they would be lucky to be outside Helena’s office, they were all mistaken. That was the worst spot to be, but they did not matter. They were getting paid to do their job, plus they could fuck whoever they wanted later on. Now, Helena. She was too busy making her beloved pet moan, groan and let out screams of pleasure. One could think that it was something that she did since she was stressed and afraid, but the truth is that she did it because she was finally free and the one who haunted her very life was out of the equation. At least the bitch got some pussy, so she was good. Outside the club again. While the line was slowly getting smaller and smaller, the roaring sound of a motorcycle echoed on the walls of the old buildings while a voice was heard shouting.- [Voice.] “PIO GRIGORA MALAKA! MONO TOSO MPOREIS NA PAS?! (translation: FASTER ASSHOLE! IS THAT THE FASTEST YOU CAN GO?!)” –Whoever spoke, he spoke in Greek and the driver also replied in Greek.- [Driver.] “Skase re malaka! Exei kosmo mprosta. (translation: Shut up asshole! There is a crowd ahead.)” –And once the driver spoke, the person behind him nodded. And then it was the loud screeching sound of the breaks and the tires on the ground as the driver stopped right in front of the line where some people were scared and moved backwards.- [Driver.] “Morons, I am in no mood to play pinball with your asses.” –The driver said and shrugged his shoulders as the other guy behind him laughed. Of course the bouncers knew who the driver was and they nodded upwards.- [Ivan.] “Flashy entrance as usual Demetrios.” –Ivan said and Nikolai chuckled as the driver who was none other than Demetrios parked the Ducati on the side and turned off the engine, putting the keys in his pocket.- [Demetrios.] “That’s because I am good.” –He said and laughed as the other guy behind him rolled his eyes.- “But yeah, meet my friend Alexandros. He will be a regular from now on. And he is with me.” –Demetrios said and pointed Alexandros with his right hand thumb while looking at them both in their eyes and nodding. They looked at each other and nodded back at Demetrios. Ivan and Nikolai were two people who learned about Demetrios being the owner after the Inga incident, but their pride did not allow them to betray his trust and reveal that secret.- [Nikolai.] “Very good. Go inside.” –He said and opened the doors for Demetrios and Alexandros who was checking out some chicks on the line.- [Demetrios.] “Come inside you asshole, you will hit on her later on.” –He said and grabbed Alexandros by the shoulder and dragged him inside as Alexandros mimicked the phone with his right hand and looked at the blonde chick who was dressed like a lolita.- [Alexandros.] “Call me beautiful. Or find me inside. And, hey fucker, I can walk,” –He spoke the last words to Demetrios and began walking on his own inside the club. Demetrios was dressed different this day, his black boots of course, blue ripped jeans and a white shirt with a jacket over it. Alexandros was dressed in his own unique style as usual, black sneakers, shorts, a black T-shirt and handwarmers with tribal designs on them.- [Demetrios.] “lets grab a drink.” –He said and Alexandros followed him towards the bar. Once at the bar Demetrios looked at Dix and smiled as he leaned towards her to get a kiss from his love while Alexandros rolled his eyes.- [Alexandros.] “Dude, I don’t want any honey on the floor. Come on.” –And Demetrios flipped him off while waiting for that kiss from his beloved one.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie’s night was made right then and there, as Demetrios appeared at the bar, along with his friend, Alexandros, who Dixie had met on several occasions. Dix leaned over the condiments and ice and planted a kiss upon Dem’s lips, before pulling back and showing off her new T, a classic Nirvana shirt, that she had picked up in some retro market just off the main street. It was a darn sight better than her tattered rag of a shirt she had been wearing around the garage, but it was probably obvious that Dem would rather see her out of it. “Tasting great, babe.” – Dix said, smacking her lips, before getting right to it and lining up vodka shots, since it seemed to be the usual order. Following that of course with Grey Gooses in extra large glasses, two to be precise. “Looks like we are getting quite the crowd tonight. Going to be working my ass off.”- she joked, and then skipped up along behind the bar to serve a group of business men, that also had taken their places at the bar. Maggie watched the interaction between Dix and Dem and smiled brightly. “I see the Skip got herself a real heavy ride. Lucky!…Deadly in fact.”= course, she was using a lot of irish slang and didn’t make much sense to Dixie, who slid past Maggie to serve another customer wanting a beer. “Get a move on, Mags. Start shaking your clover, or I am going to smash a bottle, and bend you over.”- Nick came in from the back, wet stains where the ice had been on his nipples, and he heard Dix threaten Maggie and he actually suffered some shrinkage. “Oh…she is going to kill someone by the end of the night.”- Dix heard him and chortled. “I will if you don’t get serving, Cheddar.” <3>
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LadyBelz: -15 minutes later, they pulled up outside of the club where she could see the lines were already forming, stretching down a full block and around a corner some three buildings down. She leaned over the seat, her mouth near the driver’s ear.- “How much do I owe you?” -she murmured, ghosting her breath across his ear. Stammering and swallowing hard, he looked at the meter, but his vision was so blinded with lust, he couldn’t read the numbers correctly.- “S-Se-vv-ee-n C-Crr-o-wwn-s.” -She reached an arm around him, a ten note pinched between index and thumb, slowly running the bill up and down his chest through his open shirt. He quickly found it hard to breathe as the scent of her perfumed skin permated every fiber of his body. If he got any harder, he’d end up poking a hole through his jeans and using his cock as a stick shift. Her hand moved downward, brushing against said appendage and he felt his stomach drop into his toes. She caressed him through the coarse fabric, nibbling on his neck as she did so before she gently released him, dropping the note in his lap and dragging her tongue upwards to lick the shell of his ear.- “Keep the change.” -she whispered, voice husky before she climbed from the cab, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Ivan and Nikolai simply shook their heads as Mia walked past them, staring at the poor cabbie who sat dazed and horny in the front seat of his cab. Ivan stepped up to his door and knocked on the window, startling the man out of his lust-induced haze.- “You block traffic. Move.” -the driver, intimidated by the man’s size, stepped on the gas and peeled out, glancing in the mirror to see Ivan laughing at him as he drove away. He was going to call in sick the rest of his shift to go home and have the mother of all masterbation sessions.-
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Carrendar: Igniatus realized that pretty much everything she needed was back at the house. ID, money.. Phone in case something goes wrong. Benjamin would be furious when he found out she had come to DC, all the talk of the murders had put up red flags, and he told her straight up she wasn’t allowed there any more Not that she would listen. He may be her uncle, but he was not in control of her. She was 22 years old. She was responsible. Right? Wrong. So.. So very wrong. As the line began to dwindle, she wondered if the dear gigantic guards outside would let her in without being carded. With the roar of the motorcycle Igniatus didn’t bother to look, before more giants appeared, this time one looking out for the ladies. She noticed he was eying the girl in front of her, and she took a step back as if to give the girl some room to flirt, looking away in annoyence, and to blush. The man was a decent looking guy, and she couldn’t help but imagine him talking to her and asking for her number, or to dance, etc. etc. Once it was her turn, she gritted her teeth and forced a smile, looking up at the men. “E-e-evening, gents.” She greeted them, before looking down at herself and scoffing. ” ‘m af-fraid I-I-I forgot al-l-l my s-s-s-s-tuff.” She smiled softly, then continued. “B-B-ut as-s y-you can s-see. ‘Tis impossible f-for me t-t-t-t-o be-be of any t-t-rouble.” And this was true. Her dress was skin tight, and right above her thigh, no way in hell she could concel a weapon, not even in her 32C jugs. She hoped this gave enough evidence to prove she wasn’t going to be Miss Trouble. If not, and they sent her away, she would go. With little to no fight, knowing full well the requirements to enter. Of course she could try to seduce her way in. Hm.. Twisting a left foot she craned it up slightly to were the tip of her shoe was on the ground, the rest lifted up, twisting it into the ground as she bit down on a right index finger, smiling slyly at the two. Maybe playing Miss Cute would do the trick? The energy of the crowd was already making her feel better, the beat of the music awakening her soul to drag her into dance. Should the two allow her in, she’d make her way through the crowd, dancing her way to the bar towards the bartending beautiful ladies. The only two people in these club she recognized (besides that gorgeous Mia, whom she’d dare not lay eyes on or she’d have to stick a few in right then.) It was there she found herself a seat and sat down, glancing back at the ground then at those beside her, wiggling her fingers at them and winking. Calm, fun night. Nothing to ruin the mood any more, just relax and have fun, ja?
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iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios had a wide smile on his face as his lips made contact with Dix’s, licking them afterwards.- [Demetrios.] “Of course it does. I tasted the best honey ever.” –He said and winked to Dix, looking at her behind the bar and somehow wanting to do her on the spot, not caring about any other fucker in there. Damn she was beautiful and Demetrios acted like an elementary school kid who had gotten a gift and never wanted to part it. And on her comment about working that ass of hers at work, Alexandros looked at Demetrios who kept looking at Dix.- [Demetrios.] “I would love to see that ass at work. But that’s a story not for the faint of heart.” –He said and winked at Dix who was pouring the drinks. Alexandros looked down at Demetrios crotch, patting it and nodding a few times as Demetrios looked at Alexandros while inclining his head to the right.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, hard on; check. Libido; Check. Two horndogs who given the right chance they can go wild; check. Systems all green, you are ready to go.” –Alexandros said and sat on a stool as Demetrios shook his head while laughing.- [Demetrios.] “You are an asshole, asshole.” –He said between his laughter as Alexandros took a low bow.- [Alexandros.] “Arigato.” –Demetrios shook his head as he finally settled down and sat down on the stool, looking at the crowd that was coming inside and began filling the club.- [Demetrios.] “Looks like tonight will be a good night.” –He said and Alexandros looked at the crowd too, nodding his head.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, so it seems.” –Suddenly Alexandros spotted that girl from the line and a devious smirk made its appearance on his facial expressions.- “Well, good night for me. Save me the seat, I will be back, and maybe with some company.” –Alexandros said and stormed off, not waiting for Demetrios to say a single thing.- [Demetrios.] “It’s always a good night for me asshole.” –He said while chuckling and looked at Dix, HIS Dix, while smiling. Alexandros had found the Lolita dressed girl from earlier and he began dancing with her while not losing the chance to actually feel her body, something that she did not like at first, but after a few moments she did not worry about it anymore. Meanwhile outside, Ivan and Nikolai looked at the cockroach who tried to seduce them before looking at each other. And then it was Ivan who spoke.- [Ivan.] “Sorry miss. No entrance for you. It does not matter even if you strip here and suck us both, no ID, no entry.” –The Russian man said in that heavy Russian accent of his. Nikolai nodded at Ivan’s words and looked at the line again.- [Nikolai.] “Next.” –He said and checked the ID, motioning the entrance.- “Go inside. Next.” And the same pattern was repeated for the next couple.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Every so often, Dixie would take stolen glances at Demetrios as she served the other patrons, going into full battle barmaid mode. Taking orders, six or more off the bat, then reaching for glasses and slamming them down as she took up bottle after bottle, twirling them and pouring, with marked precision. Light on her feet, she twirled to the fridges, snatching out bottles of Heinicken and sliding them along the bar, tops uncapped, and the punters paying her well with the tips jar getting full. Nick was now moving at a much more productive speed, and had become something of an attraction to the business dames of Prague, one such woman was Priscella De Luva, better known to her friends as Prissy Vulva. She was observing Nick’s huge appendage with a monocle and fanning herself as she waited for her drink to be poured. Now, Priscella was about 75 years old, and would give Nanna Noonie a run for her money, in the beauty stakes. But what Noonie lacked in dress sense and style, Prissy was certainly like a 50′s chanel suit that had not been taken out of moth balls for the past fifty years. Nick, was sorta put off by the woman’s fanning, the way she did it suggested that if she fanned any harder, the vibrations were set to topple her off her seat. “One…screaming orgasm…Madame.” he said graciously, as he slid over the cocktail before the Dame. “Oh..Nikolas…I must say you are…very…well hung, and I have a proposition for you. Ever role played a well hung stable boy to a beautiful virgin milk maid?” – Maggie, who had something of a crush for Nick, over heard this and looked up in shock. “What?” <3>
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LadyBelz: -The attitude in the club, for the moment, was one of carefree debauchery and drunken revelry. Things seemed back to normal, although there was still a gap at the bar, where Inga’s larger-than-life presence was still missed. But Mia’s motto – Life goes on – was forefront in her mind as she sat in the darkest corner of the club, hidden from the eyes of the staff, patrons and the eyes and ears of the cameras scoping every inch of the place. Upon arriving, she had gone upstairs and changed and was back on the main floor before anyone noticed she was there, simply keeping to herself, relaxed for once. A nearly-smoked cigarette was clenched between her teeth as she watched everyone work around her, getting a feel for the mood of the place. She had spotted several famous faces already, and had no doubt in her mind they were only here for the notoriety the place would give them in the entertainment sheets. She also had to wonder if Helena was up in her regal tower, surveying all that she was commanded to do while her little pet did everything in her power to get the woman out of her clothes. After the interlude in her apartment earlier in the week, Mia was slightly disappointed to find the woman gone when she awoke the following morning but understood the why of it, or so she thought. But she needed to do something that would top her chair routine from last weekend and had taken a few days to think of something. She finally came up with one that would blow everyone’s minds when they witnessed it. Mia smirked as she adjusted part of her costume for her act later in the night. One of the waitresses passed by her hidden corner and either scented her cigarette or caught a glimpse of the burning ember from the corner of her eye, for she stopped, placing her tray on the table.- (Waitress): “Mia, vhat are you doing over here? A few of zee regulars ask for youz.” -Mia looked at the young woman, who was dressed only in a hot pink thong and a black apron with the name of the club emblazoned on the front.- (Mia): “Biding my time. Got something big planned for later that I’m hoping will have a few people stopping to get their rocks off.” -she replied, glancing around the room.- (Waitress): “Vell, don’t take long. You know Helena and she hate you more than others.” -the waitress warned, picking up her tray.- (Mia): “I’m not afraid of the Devil Woman. Bring me my usual, would ya, Dollface?” -Mia grinned, lighting a cigarette. The waitress nodded and headed off to pick up other orders. Mia crossed her legs at the knee and sat further back in the dark, smoking her cigarette in peace and waiting for the opportune moment to strike.-
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HiEmpOpernonExodus::There was a thud against the rubbage in the dumpster. Inside the bag just tossed is Wolfgang. He finally stirs with a majorheadache. Where he was he didn’t know. All he could remember was a human trafficking deal between some Russians and the Cartel. Wolfgang and his five brothers were sent with another guy to make sure money was transferred. During the transfer however the Russians shot the one of the gang members. TWolfgang’s five brothers fled andleft poor littl wolfgang behind as Wolfgang was only 2′.05″ and it was possible they forgot him. In his brashness of his nature he starts yelling after then only to get chased down by a russian, bagged in a trashbag and beaten unconscious. A week ago on a saturday those same russians came to Prague. They threw Wolfgang’s body while still in a bag in the dumpster thinking he was dead. Now awake Wolfgang traveled the streets where a red suited man spotted him and found him of interest. For a week now Wolfgang was in an underground fight club for small people. It was again Saturday and Wolfgang travels to a place rumored as Death club where a week ago a group of Russian mobsters were shot. In his curiousity he goes to the club looking for leads to find these russians. Because Lobito (little wolf) wanted revenge. (C):: ~ ::Wolfgang walks up to the two bouncers whowere more than at least 5 times his size. He was waiting to get in when they passed him up a couple times. In his anger he yells up at the nearest one like a chiuaua at the ankles of a pitbull.:: “Hey ese you passed me like 5 times! Let me in already you chibrone! I wanna party eh! Yo tengo que ir con las perras bonitas dentro!” (Translation: I need to party with the pretty bitches inside!”) ::He throws his hands up gesturing a “so what’s up man?” as he waits a reply.::
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LuciL: – Standing in the que with the rest of the patrons, a porcelain face, blue doe eyed young woman tapped her foot impatiently, her auburn hair was slicked up into a high bun that was adorned with jewels at the front. Holding her ID tight in her left manicured hand, her judgemental eyes drifted to the attire of the women in line. “Excuse me please, can someone tell me the dress code here” the woman that was standing behind her wearing a tiny skirt that flashed her white panties and a corset that pumped up her barely there breasts shot the auburn hair woman a Look “If you don’t like it, what you are doing here honey bunch?” Shrugging her shoulders the snobby British woman pointed to the Death club sign as it shone in its brightly neon colour “One of my girl friends works in here and she told me to come see her from London, had to see what the big deal is?” The scantily clad woman chuckled and shook her head “You’re going to have an eye opener…”// Elsewhere trotting down the stairs and out onto the street outside the Savoy apartments, Sabina flashed Raduz a devilish grin and twirled on the spot and flung out her arms to the side before planting them on her hips “You are drooling more than usual Raduz” The chauffeur quickly cleared his throat, shifted himself on the spot and opened the passenger door “I take it, you got a performance in mind for tonight” swinging the black leather lasso in her hand before tying it to her black latex panties that held up bright red patterned stockings Sabina nodded “Been practising it since yesterday” She slid into the seat allowing Raduz to close the door and walk to the drivers seat. Checking out her reflection in the side mirror, Sabina double checked on her make-up and black frilly bikini. She was a mix of “domme” and western cowgirl, she just hoped the crowds would like her performance.~ The black tinted car soon pulled up in front of the Deathclub and Raduz helped Sabina out, the que who was waiting to get inside saw the pink hair Romanian and some of the regular patrons waved at her and wolf whistled. Surprised that some had already recognised her despite all the events that was going down inside the Deathclub it made Sabina smile, she blew a kiss and winked at a couple “Hope to see you all inside darlings” Her Romanian accent purred out causing a group of boys (probably here for a bux night) swoon at her and bow down to her. Shaking her head, Sabina walked straight up to Ivan and Nikolai who were busy staring at a two foot Mexican who was arguing at them “Hey ese you passed me like 5 times! Let me in already you chibrone! I wanna party eh! Yo tengo que ir con las perras bonitas dentro!” Sabina paused mid-step into the club after Ivan let her inside “They just getting started Sab” he mumbled quietly to her and she sighed in relief and nodded, bending down to the Mexican man being mindful of the lasso that jiggled against her hips and exposing a nice amount of cleavage she grinned at him cheekily “Flash your ID handsome, these boys will let you in after” Standing upright, she grinned at the chuckling Nikolai and entered the club.
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iShatteredSanity: -Inside Helena’s office. Helena and Anna had finished another round of ramming Anna’s pussy. They were both lying on the floor, trying to catch up their breaths. Of course Helena did not need much time, but that could not be said for Anna who was very close to getting a heart attack.- [Anna.] “Mistress, i am glad that you are back on your usual self. Don’t scare me again, okay?” –Anna said as she rest her head on Helena’s stomach as Helena ran her hand through Anna’s raven hair.- [Helena.] “Do not worry my dear. I am good now. And thank you for worrying about me. You are truly one of a kind. I am so glad that I found you. And as a prize, you can do me this time.” –Helena said and unbuckled the strapon so that Anna could take it. Anna’s eyes opened wide as she looked at her Mistress.- [Anna.] “M-M-M-Mistress? Thank you. Thank you very much!” –Anna shouted and she removed the strap on from her Mistress’ waist, bit still resting on her stomach.- [Helena.] “You are a good girl after all.” –Helena said and Anna purred, sending vibrations down Helena’s stomach as Helena let out a soft moan while licking her lips. || Meanwhile downstairs. Demetrios had already a few sips from his drink while looking at the game that the old lady was playing with the new barman. At least this time that moron was not asking for someone, aka Demetrios, to become a dentist and remove his teeth from his gums. But the whole situation was very funny. Demetrios knew that the old lady was someone important and well known, but he never gave a fuck about such trivial things. The only magazines he read were about motorcycles, and also some comic books and manga. Oh, and of course new designs for tattoos. Uhm, yeah, that was what he was mostly reading. He was silently smoking his cigarette while looking around him, for once feeling good and also being calm as everything was calm. It was like nothing ever happened. But of course there were some folks who were pointing him out and whispering about the incident of the previous week. Some of them even patted his shoulder and gave him thumbs up while congratulating him about what he did. But Demetrios was not someone who could kill for fun. He merely shrugged them off and drank his drink, smoked his cigarette and looked at the crowd, only to see Alexandros dancing like a moron in a dance that perhaps was something that aliens used to mate with each other. As for Alexandros, he did not care about anything else but having fun. And if that fun was with that Lolita chick, then all the better. After dancing for some time, Alexandros took the Lolita chick who revealed her name as Estella, and brought her in the bar.- [Alexandros.] Estella, meet Demetrios. An old friend of mine from when I was back in Greece. Asshole, meet Estella, a fine and kawaii Lolita chan.” –Alexandros said and his face got an expression that was more like a duckface rather than the cute :3 face that some characters did in manga and anime series.- [Demetrios.] “Pleased to make you’re an acquaintance Estella. As for you asshole, stop making the duckface otherwise I will show you the origins of it.” –Demetrios said and flipped Alexandros off again as Estella laughed while watching the two men. And the she took out a camera from her bag, looking at Demetrios and Alexandros.- [Estella.] “Would you mind if I took a picture of you two?” –She asked and both of them shrugged.- [Demetrios.] “Be our guest.” –He said and stood form the seat, rising on his full height, that of a bit over 7 feet in height, something that made Estella’s jaw almost fall on the ground.- [Estella.] “You are a giant! WOW!” –She said and shook her head to snap out of her surprise.- “But yeah, please say cheese!” –She said and both Demetrios and Alexandros held each other’s shoulders and flipped the lens. And ~click~, the sound was barely heard, but the flashlight lit the area. And then Estella kept the camera outside, taking a few more pics of the other people in the club as Demetrios and Alexandros sat on their seats and drank their drinks.- [Estella.] “Well, I think I have enough for now. I will take more later.” –She said and looked at the redhead barwoman.- “Excuse me? Please? Can I get a Cosmopolitan please? Thank you.” –She said and looked at the other two, smiling to them as Alexandros was nudging Demetrios’ sides while nodding. Demetrios could not help himself but smirk and shake his head. He only had eyes for one woman, and that was none other than his one and only Dixie.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: – Maggie was watching the exchange between Nick the Dick and the wily Prissy Vulva, as she was known. Prissy took a sip through her curly straw of her screaming orgasm cocktail, and smacked her lips, which caused her false teeth to chatter, and she followed it by, attempting to whisper lewdly at Nick. “Nikolas….I am a very rich woman, and I can make you the new model for my latest range of beauty products. “Bair” For hair removal. For men with hair growing in odd places. Ohh hu hu hu. Yessss. Oh…this drink is going to my head. I am so easy to please when I am tipsy. *she then coughed and said in a firm voice*..I will cut to the chase, I am hotter than a cat on a tin roof in summer time. I have the handcuffs in my purse, Sugar Drawers. Come give this woman a night to remember, hmm?”- Maggie’s eyebrows virtually disappeared up under her curly red bangs as she watched the old slag try to woo Nikolas with promises of wealth and fame, all for a simple fuck and tickle session in one of the rooms. But right on cue, another woman who had been taking photographs of Alex and Dem suddenly asked Maggie to serve her a Cosmopolitan. Maggie was torn between watching out for Nikolas, and doing her duty as a barmaid. “Yes…yes..uh…right. Grrr. “- Dixie swanned past and saw the spectacle for herself, and chortled to Maggie. “Only one way to deal with a fire breathing dragon like that?” Maggie got a shock. First off, Dixie was never nice to her, but for some strange reason, she seemed to be in aggreance, that Prissy Vulva was bad news. “What do I do?” Maggie whispered back, trying not to be bleeding obvious of a plot. Dixie chuckled and picked up the soda gun and handed it to Maggie. “Simply put the fire out.”- Maggie held the soda gun in her hand and then stared back at Prissy, who was licking her lips and pulling out a fist full of cash to pay Nikolas. Dixie took the order of the Cosmopolitan and slid it to the girl with camera. “Don’t look now, but…I think we are about to have a fire drill.” <3>
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LadyBelz: -Sending some signal that only the DJ understood, the lights dimmed even further and under the cover of darkness, Mia made her way to area behind centre stage, the runway that a majority of the strippers for the club used. She met up with 4 of the other girls who were in on the routine with her and made sure each was ready to do their part for the crowd. One of the bouncers took the time to set up their props for them, signalling to them when he was finished. Nodding to the DJ, he set the mood by changing the lighting in the club to pinks, yellows and oranges, while the music began to play
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*HiEmpOpernonExodus::In his arguing with the tall men a woman with pink hair flashed her breasts and he stops and grins widely:: “Hey hey hey! mamacita…let me grab on thos chi chis…i’ll stick a slachicha in em ya!” ::Then he hears her say flahs an I.D. and frowns:: “How I’m supposed to flash an I.D. when in america I aint even have a green card..man….” ::Watching the two big men start attending to some more patrons he sneaks past snickering:: “Who says being a 2 ft midget named cholo so low wouldn’t come in handy.” :He walks in looking around as he stops and smiles wide:: “Oh hell yeah ese! Quien dice que infierno no tener que lo angelos solo!” (Translation: Who says that hell cant have its own angels!”)) ::Wolfgang runs off into the crowd::
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iShatteredSanity: -Estella, the blonde Lolita dressed chick with the blonde hair, was observing the situation between the old lady that she had already recognized and the barman. The looks of the barman made her feel a tingle between her legs, but she was not there for that sort of business. Estella was none other than the reporter that was chosen for that job. She was young, nobody knew her and she was a clubber, so she was the perfect person for the job. And she was a woman, another plus. But she was careful enough so that her cover would not be blown by anyone. And finally her drink was there, but not from the redhead chick that she took he order, but from the other one with the black hair and that pale skin that was full of ink. Once Dix brought her the drink, Estella winked.- [Estella.] “Thank you doll.” –Estella said and had a sip from her drink before finally drinking the whole thing and shaking her head.- “Well, that was it. This drink is now in my hate list. So much for wanting to try it.” –She said again and Demetrios arched an eyebrow, but it was Alexandros who spoke.- [Alexandros.] So, you just wanted to try that thing?” –Estella nodded.- [Estella.] “Yeah, I was curious about it. But I guess that my curiosity gets me in trouble sometimes.” –She said and giggled softly while hiding her mouth. Alexandros looked at Demetrios and nudged his side.- [Alexandros.] “Isn’t she fucking adorable? Kawaii Estella-Chan.” –Alexandros said and once again did that cute face like in the mangas, but a face that looked more like a duckface. Demetrios shook his head and had another sip from his drink while lighting another cigarette.- [Demetrios.] “I told you something that that duckface earlier. Don’t forget that I only warn people.” –Demetrios said and Alexandros coughed.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, fine, fine. Estella, how about going somewhere more private? I can show you the place as well.” –Alexandros said and finished his drink in one large gulp, looking at Estella who grabbed her bag and held her camera in her right hand.- [Estella.] “Sure, lets go.” –Estella said and stood from her seat, offering her hand to Alexandros who took it and held it firmly in his own.- [Alexandros.] “The private rooms are upstairs, right?” –Alexandros looked at Demetrios as he asked that question. Demetrios nodded and Alexandros smirked.- “Good. Lets go kawaii Estella-Chan.” –Alexandros said and while holding Estella’s hand, they walked away from the bar and from Demetrios who was shaking his head.- [Demetrios.] “Good luck.” –He said and took another sip from his drink. And it was that moment when the music changed to some band called ‘Pussycat Dolls’ or something like that. It was that moment when the shining star of the club came on stage along with some other smoking hot girls, performing an act that was an insta boner move.- [Demetrios.] “Let the party begin then.” –He mumbled and looked at some folks who were already rubbing their pants, trying to ease the pain of their dicks.- “Oh yeah, the party just started.” –Of course he was talking about the poor men who could not hold back from drooling while he swore that he could see a pink cloud over their heads that pictured all those poor men, and women, fucking Mia as hard as they could. Back to Alexandros and Estella. They were passing through all the horny men and women who were staring at Mia as she performed, Alexandros not caring but Estella took a few pictures of both the men and the women who were performing. She also took a few pics of a few men with their hands inside their pants, obviously jerking off, something that made her giggle. Of course Alexandros’ taste did not include women like Mia, but he had to admit that she was smoking hot, just not his type. Seeing that Estella was done taking pictures, he took her inside one of the private rooms where he pinned her on the wall and kissed her. Estella posed no resistance, meaning that she wanted that as well. Be it that she was aroused by the barman or by Mia, she needed a good fuck. Putting the camera back in her bag, she slowly took off her clothes and she looked at Alexandros who was staring at her and cracked his neck.- [Alexandros.] “I am so going to love this.” –He said and went to unbutton his pants but Estella fell on her knees and slapped his hands away.- [Estella.] “Let me do it for you.” –She said and slowly unzipped his pants while breathing heavily over his member that was already growing. Once his pants were unzipped, his member poked out, covered by his black boxers. Estella giggled and she liked the tip over the boxers. Of course his member responded right away by pulsating and becoming harder.- “What do we have here. I guess that someone needs to be out.” –She said and Alexandros smirked deviously, but he did not say anything since she had pulled his boxers down, enough for his hard and throbbing member to come out and enter Estella’s warm and moist mouth right away.- [Alexandros.] “Take good care of him, alright?” –He said and looked at Estella who took his member down to her throat, purring loud and sending vibrations on the tip of his member, making him groan a bit.- “Yes, just like that.” –He said and began moving his hips back and forth, Estella following his movement and sucking him hard right from the start. || Meanwhile outside, Ivan and Nikolai had already spotted someone, if he was a man, who wanted to enter the club. Of course they did not pay any attention on that cockroach and just allowed him to walk inside. Worst case someone would step on him and crush him.-
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CharlotteCarrendar: – The crowd away from the bar, had all turned to see the star of the club, Mia start up a routine, that was reminiscent of Pussy Cat Dolls style performing. Naturally, every guy in the place, and a few women, were caught up, spell bound by the dancing and sharp moves of Mia and her girls. The lights flashed, crazy, rainbows, technicolour, strobes and the smoke machines, just to add to a live concert mix. Dix caught sight of Dem taking notice of Mia, and Dix frowned for a moment, taking a look again at how Mia was able to move and really strut her stuff. The customers had all turned from the bar, now watching the action, accept of course for Prissy Vulva, Maggie, and of course, Nikolas, who was staring at the roll of notes she produced, to tempt him to do her favour. Dix let the green eyes of jealousy leave her as she returned to watching the comedy act going on at the bar. Well, it was all set up. Maggie was nervously thumbing the switch on the soda gun, and had it held low. Prissy Vulva was now growing impatient, and had actually started to hump her own barstool, in a sickening display of Grannies gone wild. “That’s just nasty.”- Dixie chuckled and folded her arms, as a wicked grin appeared on her face. Without waiting further, she yelled out. “FIRE FIRE!” Nikolas took a step back and shouted “Where Where?!”- with Prissy sucking on her curly straw, oblivious to what was to come. Maggie held up the soda gun pointed at Prissy and then went “I GOT IT!!”- Pressing her finger down hard on the water button, the intense jet pressure of the water, acted like a cannon being fired,and blasted Prissy Vulva, right off her chair. She completely vanished from sight from the inside of the bar, and Dixe doubled over, cackling and hooting like the Joker, as it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Nikolas was shocked, and as Maggie took her finger off the button and the water trickled to nothing, she shrugged her shoulders at Nikolas and said. “I just couldn’t stand the thought of her fake teeth locked around your cock.” Dixie was now coughing and unable to breathe as she held her sides. “AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” – : Pulling up in a black cab out the front, was none other than the Chisolm twins, who had jointly decided to take a night away from the hotel, and perhaps catch some of the action of the city’s most dangerous club. Stepping out in a black leather ensemble, bustier, with nothing but satin panties, suspenders, and knee high fuck me boots, she looked very much in control. Her eyes hidden behind her dark aviator sunglasses, her makeup emaculate. Holding onto a long silver chain, that linked up to a collar around her twin’s neck, she gave it a light tug as her sister stepped out of the cab. “Time for some sweet fun, Candi. Going to show you off tonight. Might even give the girls in here a run for their money. We could even do a 69 in the VIP lounge, while those suits fap to us. Wouldn’t that be fun?”- she gave the chain another tug, and wandered up to the bouncers, giving them the once over. “Willy Wonka ordered his sweets. There is going to be a whole lot of sucking going down tonight.”- she joked. Funny thing was…she meant it. <3>
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LadyBelz: -Turning to face the crowd, the girls bent at the waist, grinding their asses against their men, while the men slapped them in return. The girls then dropped their bodies low, going down into a split before bringing their legs together and spinning around, throwing out their hand so the men could pull them up into their arms. The girls curled a leg around their (the men) backs, allowing them to be dipped backward, then being jerked upright once more. They used the hard bodies as a slide, slithering down until their mouths were level with the nice packages before them and giving them a small kiss before crawling between their legs. They came up behind the men, peeking around their sides at the crowd as they used both hands to squeeze the tight asses in front of them. The men smirked as the girls moved back around to the front. The hottie Mia was dancing with, decided to up the ante a bit and while she was distracting the crowd, reached for her jacket and ripping it from her body, thinking it would upset her somehow to expose her nudity to the crowd. Apparently the other guys didn’t let him on the secret of Ms Mia De Luca. Beneath the the topcoat and attached shirt, she wore absolutely nothing and the girls ran free to the excitement of the crowd. Far from being annoyed or upset, Mia loved it, turning to face the man and seductively squeezing her tits to his hungry gaze. With a laugh, she grabbed his head and shoved him face first into her cleavage, making sure he got his money’s worth for the experience. Not thrown off their routine one bit, the other men and girls laughed at his expense as Mia pushed him away from her. As she continued to move around him, she took a moment to whisper in his ear:- “That one was for free…next time, it will cost more.” -She moved back around him, giving him a wink as the ending notes of the song echoed through the club. The crowd cheered as the 5 men and women took a bow. The chants of “Mia! Mia!” began as they were leaving the stage and Mia ran back out, tits bouncing freely while she waved and blew kisses before heading backstage. Oh it was a good night to be her. Congratulating the others on a job well done, she made her way behind the DJ’s booth where she had a less chance of being spotted and took the back stairs up to the escorts room. Unfortunately, this way passed by Helena’s office and she could clearly hear the screams and moans of passion emanating through the wood. Shaking her head, she continued down the hall to the escorts room to shower and change so that she could continue doing her job.-
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Captain277: *Candice shifted nervously in her seat as they pulled up to the Death Club. Her sister had dressed her in an outrageous and altogether scandalous manner; a pair of black, heart-shaped pasties that were far too small to hide all of her areola had been applied, and then off-set by a white mesh long-sleeved top that stopped just above her belly-button. Unwilling to leave the pristine shirt undisturbed, Corsica had ripped gaping holes in the fabric, showing off patches of bare skin that had barely been hidden away to begin with. Candice’s thick, black collar had been modified, and a silver chain had been added to it; an addition which she didn’t entirely mind, even if she worried that it gave off the wrong impression. Corsica had forced her to squeeze into a pair of boy shorts that functioned more like a thong, and Candice had begun to develop serious concerns that she might chafe if left in them for too long. Wearing white thigh-high boots that had been laced up on the car-ride over, Candice looked altogether like a mix between a stripper and a street-walker, and she knew that this was exactly what Corsica had intended. Corsica tugged her out of the car by the chain, and Candice fell obediently into step behind her sister, drawing to a halt at the door, eyes cast down at the ground. Her face lit up a bright red as Corsica a lot of sucking. Instinctively, one of Candice’s hands moved to cover up her stomach, and she looked away from the bouncers, back at the cab. It was too late now, however, and Candi resigned herself to her fate.*
