Aurora Borealis

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

Dos tequilla, two...

The man from Kansas canted his head, throwing a casual glance over his broad shoulder...

Immediately his features warmed, a sweet face framed in drapes of dark silk had caught his attention. With interest peaked, he turned slightly at the bar, turning his glace forwards to follow the tender as he poured the woman's choice of mexican firewater.

Again the irritating cadence of Steve Foster filled the establishment, and John sighed heavily in frustration. The tune challenged him to finish his drink, and the former law man swiftly obliged.

The warmth that spread down his belly was savored, but his attention again drifted to the woman as she lifted her glass.

"Curious taste you have there, Ms..." John nearly whispered the words, his quiet nature getting the best of him.

The woman ignored him, filling her mouth with the liquor and setting the empty glass on the bar. There was a strong chance she couldn't have heard him, the drunkards in the establishment had taken up to singing along.

There was nothing worse that being ignored by a beauty, especially while listening to ruffians sing their favorite tune off key...

John sighed and motioned for the tender to pour him another drink, hand wiping at his brows as his thoughts got the better of him.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Naomi Fullerton-Smith

As she stood near the reception desk waiting for the clerk to respond to the bell, Naomi took the opportunity to study the décor. The place was kept to a very high standard bordering on the oppulent. The walls were decorated with heavy embossed wallpaper, possibly imported from Europe.

The sound of a brightly piano echoed from the saloon, accompanied by the sound of cheerful singing, the voices of the other patrons joining in with the choruses, as numerous well known broadway stage-show songs were performed with great enthusiam.

As she looked around her a man entered the foyer carrying a woman in his arms her legs kicking playfully, exposing the many layers of her white petticoats. The man was saying something to her and she giggled and shrieked as he proceeded to carry her up the grand wooden staircase towards the boarding rooms.

As her eyes followed the couple she noticed a second man walking towards her from a darkened corridor just to the side of the foyer and which connected to the saloon. He was adjusting the buttons on his pants and she looked away embarrassed. He was tall and broad, reasonably well dressed his hair tidy and well groomed.

"Evenin', ma'am and welcome to the Aurora. How can I help you?" he asked politely, his voice somewhat gruff and deep as he lifted the counter flap and took his place behind it facing her.

”Thank you, yes, I hope so”, Naomi replied. "The name is Fullerton-Smith, Miss Fullerton-Smith. I understand you have a room reservation booked for me?"

She regarded the man carefully as he proceeded to thumb through the ledger on the desk. Judging from the thickness of the book, the hotel certainly had endured quite a throughput of clientele.

"I’ve been commissioned to work here as a nurse and midwife but I really could do with a good hot bath and maybe something hot to eat."

 

[prometheus 2]

Ringo

Ringo looked at the woman beside him realizing that she could use some pampering too if she would let it happen. He wanted to be that man but what did he have to offer her, sure he had gold but that didn't seem to be that important to her. Yes he had a broad shoulder she could cry on but Ringo sensed she needed more than that. Maybe she was longing to have some fun let her hair down and just enjoy herself but that was hard to do when life had ben so serious so long for her. How could he make her feel that there was more to life than just taking care of every one else and she should take some time to meet her own needs, find her own happiness.

He knew that he couldn't rush her into it, that she had to make up her own mind so he resolved just to be there for her until that time came and then show her how much fun life could be. They looked up and Ringo took her hand rubing across the back of it as they gazed at the display of northern lights break across the sky. Streaks of color shimmered and glowed in the sky, cascading down like a rainbow waterfall. He had watched this spectical many times during the long nights he had spent alone in his sleeping bag. It always caused a feeling of well being come over him but not as much as this night sitting on this rock next to this warm woman had he felt so good, so at peace with himself.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The lady that's known as... Lou

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Lou paused on the landing to survey the room below. The crystal chandeliers sparkled, giving off just enough light to lend a sense of intimacy to the room despite the fact that, even at this hour of the night, the Aurora was bustling. Lively conversations, laughter and the clinking of bottles and glasses added to the melody that someone was playing on the grand piano in the orchestra pit below the stage.

Lou smiled proudly. Unlike the dozen or some odd saloons in Carmack, all of the 'trappings' here had been imported; from the mahogany bar to the latest-style French gowns that the girls wore. Even the spittoons were shiny and changed often. No moose heads and cheesy decorations here. The Aurora had class. Linking her hand through James' arm, they continued down the stairs.

On her way across the common room, Lou caught the arm of a sultry red-haired beauty as she passed by. "Sadie," she whispered. "Give me a minute with him then do us a favor and go distract the Constable, will you? He's looking mighty... lonely." Sadie would keep young Jake busy and they'd hold off til the morning for any questioning to be done by the Super himself.

But first things first... excusing herself from James, she approached two old sourdoughs standing at the bar looking like they'd lost their best friend. Placing her hands on their shoulders, she greeted them with a friendly, "Evenin' boys!" chuckling as they both jumped a mile off the floor.

"Most fella's are a little happier to see me than you two seem to be. What can I get you?" Even as Lou asked, she was nodding for Hank to bring some whiskey down their way. "You boys are strung tighter than a hang man's noose. Relax a little."

Lou smiled her sunniest smile. "Perhaps a little company will soothe your nerves?" Motioning imperceptibly to a couple of the girls, she moved along her way again, chuckling. Those two had to be the strangest men she'd met in all her days.

 

[Guest]

Calley Fitzgerald

The mighty thrust that Salee used to deflower her made Calley squeal in pain but Vikki’s wet pussy muffled it well. She thought she must surely be split in two.

It took her a while to realise what was causing the pain, then the smooth motion deep inside her from behind told her that Salee must have entered her.

It was the strangest feeling. Not really pleasant because it hurt so, but that fullness was very exciting. He had her firmly by the hips. By now she had forgotten all about pleasuring Vikki and moaned with a mixture of pain and arousal.

Her arms collapsed and her chest crashed to the carpet, instinctively she turned her face to the side and caught Vikki’s eye. Her smile was enigmatic, was she watching dispassionately as Calley was initiated this way? What was going through her mind?

The rhythmic thrusting from behind became less painful with each push and Salee’s grip less firm. Calley’s moans of pain became moans of pleasure as his hard cock hit a spot in her she never knew she had and a thrill started to grow in her belly.

“Relax, girl. Enjoy the best cock in town.” Vikki said to the prostrate girl, licking her lips as she watched Salee’s rigid organ, slick with a mixture of Calley’s juices, Vikki’s saliva and blood from the torn hymen, pistoning in and out.

Calley’s whole body was swept with an amazing feeling and she responded so violently Salee had to hold her hips up to prevent her from collapsing completely. Vikki’s voice urged her to continue her licking, lifting Calley’s face up so that her mouth once more filled with the wet cunt.

All Calley knew was that she was feeling the most wonderful things and could feel that sensation growing with every movement of the cock inside her.

She kissed Vikki hungrily as Salee rocked her from behind.

 

[Yoc]

”Thank you, yes, I hope so” the woman in front of him replies. "The name is Fullerton-Smith, Miss Fullerton-Smith. I understand you have a room reservation booked for me?"

British!

He recognises the accent immediately, being used to the way Masterton speaks.

"I’ve been commissioned to work here as a nurse and midwife but I really could do with a good hot bath and maybe something hot to eat."

"Yes, ma'am. All our rooms have tubs with running water and we serve food at the bar if you want something." He answers as he skims through the reservations book, pretending to actually make sense of the funny squiggles written on its pages.

"Here we are." He tells her, making sure that she can't see what he is pointing at.

Hank doesn't know whether or not this woman has booked a room. Not that it matters. There are some going spare and he will square it with Lou afterwards. Closing the book, he goes over the the row of keys hanging up on the wall behind him and selects one at random.

"There you go, ma'am." He says, handing her the key. "Just sign here." He opens a second book and presents it to her to fill in, making sure that the room number she enters matches the number on the key.

Once that is done, the large man comes round and picks up her bags.

"This way." He says and he leads her to the stairs.

 

[ariosto]

Salee


Vikki was leaning back, fingers fondling her upthrust breasts as Calley returned to her feast.
The Irish girl's lovely round ass was now raised up and driving back on Salee's cock with each thrust he made.
He groaned in pleasure, she was tight around him as a leather glove and hot as fire.
Again and again he drove himself into her until he knew he was about to peak.

Sweat ran over his body and onto the girl's smooth back. He grabbed her hips and yanked her onto his throbbing rigid cock. Holding it deep in her vitals as it jerked towards orgasm.

Tamara knew from the look on his face that Rafe was about to explode..."Mine." she whispered.

He'd wanted to get Calley off, wanted to judge the intensity of her orgasm, but he couldn't wait another second ! It wouldn't do to chance getting the new merchandise with child.

He yanked himself out of the girl just as he felt himself going over the edge...

"Mine...."
He heard the whore say as he began to geyser like Old Faithful.
She sat up on her elbows her pretty mouth wide open to catch the cum as it flew from his shuddering cock and though some of it spattered across her waiting lips most of the warm thick spend fell like hot rain across Calley's back...

 

[Snork Maiden]

Naomi Fullerton-Smith - VON Nurse

She watched as the large desk clerk, pulled the heavy book towards him, turning it and himself obliquely from her and crowding over it. His large finger scanning up and down the pages briskly as he sort out her name. He flicked a few pages forward and then back again, an expression of deep concentration on his brow as he described the facilities and explained that food was available in the bar.

Naomi fidgeted slightly with her fingers as the circulation returned to them and she waited. Speaking to the man and leaning forward, “ermmm, excuse me, perhaps its been made in the name of Samuel Tate, the town clerk”, she offered helpfully, “he apparently made the reservation on my behalf!”.

The man nodded in agreement, shifting the book slightly and moved his finger up the page once more, tapping the tip of it couple of times on one of the entries and exclaimed, “Here we are!”, he slapped the book shut and briskly shifted it out of the way pulling a second ledger out from under the counter.

Handing Naomi a pen he indicated that she should sign the second book and enter the number of the key that he had presented her with. She complied, carefully inscribing the book and then pushing it and the pen back towards him.

The formalities completed, the Hank proceeded to return to the front of the counter and lifted Naomi’s medium sized travelling bag. She smiled at him as he indicated that they should ascend the staircase. As they walked Naomi attempted to make polite conversation. They paused outside the door and the man opened it gesturing Naomi inside, ”Have you worked in Carmack long? , she asked.

The room was dim, due to the heavy velvet drapes, which hung from the tops of the broad windows, which they concealed, to the floor. Placing her bag on the floor, Hank briskly strolled across the room, his long legs making short work of the distance and he threw the drapes open. The daylight burst into the room revealing its contents to the occupants. Indicating the en-suite facilities and the dressers and other adornments the large man turned once more to Naomi and uttered in his deep voice, ”I trust everything is satisfactory”

Naomi nodded her approval, indeed this was much better than anything she had expected, she started to wonder at the cost, but since that bill was being funded by the town council she certainly wasn’t going to worry overly about it. ”Thank you, everything is simply super”, she beamed, digging in her pocket to retrieve a couple of dimes, she pressed them into the man’s hand and thanked him once again. She hoped the tip was sufficient, it was a custom that she had until recently been unaccustomed to, this was such a strange land and it’s people, though pleasant seemed not to have the finish of the folks back home. She smiled at him once again, and there was an awkward pause as she waited for him to retire and allow her to unpack and draw her bath. ”Oh god do I needed a bath”, she thought to herself.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senora Lorena Ana Mercado

She smiled at the bartender, "Gracias..." her smile was like a thousand pearls, her skin golden, her teeth flattering white.

She thought she heard someone say something to her, but she took the second shot before she turned to see.

A shiver shook her tiny body, she had the urge to yell like a banshee, but thought better of it.

She almost laughed at herself.
She could normally handle her alcohol, after all, she was....her mind was wandering, it just was the excitement of being free and living her dream...finally.


Turning towards the way she thought she heard something...she saw a man, handsome and tall ..."¿Excúse me....Pardon me, you say something?" Her voice was sweet, clear, but deep for a woman her size.

She smiled at him. "uno mas? One more por favor..." She turned to the bartender, "no...make it two..."

 

[papillon24]

Viccki

Tamara licked her lips as Rafe back down a bit. Her hands reached
back throuhg Calley's hair urging her on.

"Continue little one. You must be able to peasure all customers
to their fullest."

Her body swooned at the feel of the girls exploration with her tongue

"by the way Rafe, I'm next. It's been a whole day since I had you
last."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc I would like to take this moment to apologize profusely for my lack of posting in the past few weeks. In addition to a lack of power for several days, I have been waylaid at every opportunity to post, and then, just this monday, my computer suffered a Viral attack rendering me utterly unable to connect to the internet. I want to apologize to all involved who have been waiting on me in some way shape or form and announce That the moment I have some idea where I am and have the chance to write without people glaring over my shoulder, I will do so. Thank you for your time and patience. ^-^;;;;;

 

[Messalina]

Annie

"Miss Annie, I'm sorry ya seen me nekkid like that… "

Annie kept her back to the farm boy while trying to compose herself. She just couldn't seem to suppress the wave of laughter that was threatening to consume her. She wasn't laughing at him so much as with him. She'd been just as flustered as Tad had been when he'd jumped out of the bath like that.

Oh, it wasn't the fact that he was naked so much -- she had been the only girl in a family of seven brothers, so naked men were not a rarity for her -- it was more the fact that Tad Merriwether had such a delightful sense of innocence about him. It was absolutely refreshing in a place like this where so many hearts and souls grew hard as they saw their dreams vanish in a pan of dust. Or lack of it most likely.

"Basta, toro. Don't worry over something so small." That's when Annie felt a flush spread over her own face. It wasn't so small after all. Was it?

The crimson of Tad's face deepened when she spoke, and Annie walked across the room to him. "That isn't what I was referring to, toro. I meant... " What did she mean exactly? Perhaps she was more flustered at seeing him than she realized? "These things happen, Tad. Please don't be upset about it. It's finished and over."

Annie stepped back and took a good look at the boy/man for the first time since he'd emerged from the bath. Sì. That he was a handsome man was obvious now that she could see past the dirt. Broad at the shoulder and narrow at the waist. And below... Annie felt the flush grow in her face again -- and elsewhere, too. Madre mia she hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Tomorrow we will get you some clothing that will fit you. This was the best that I could do on short notice. But now you need a bed, sì?" Annie tipped her head toward her own bed. "It may be short, but it is comfortable. This is where you sleep tonight. We will make other arrangements for you tomorrow."

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

His breathe caught in his throat, a hard lump that he eventually managed to swallow down. Before him, framed in raven strands that fell down either side of her face, was a rare beauty for the Yukon.


Hell, rare for any part of the wilderness.


He offered her a nod, a breif smile tugging his lips upwards as he watched her recoil from the alcohol. A bit too late, he broke out into a broad grin as she ordered two more. A bit impressed that her features hadn't been tainted emerald.

She was a tiny thing, and he was pretty sure she wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. His brows lifted as the tender returned, but this time John picked up the bill. His money was taken, enough to cover both he and the young lady well into the night.

His words were chuckled, head shaking from side to side as he spoke.

"I commented on your drinking, just thought it was a bit much for a tiny thing such as yourself."

He offered her his hand then, a large palm with deft...well worked fingers, the sleeves of his heavy dusty pulling up a bit as that powerful arm extended.

"But I was wrong, so I'm buying your drinks now. John Thomson, pleasure to meet you."

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

"Mi Amigo, no need to pay...but gracias...I actually ordered two, so I could have company...can you handle your liquor compadre?

Her accent was thick, as she looked up to him, smiling when he commented on her tiny stature.

"It's us small ones you have to watch out for."

She met his large, calloused hand with her own, her hand, though smaller, fit well in his. She gripped it firmly, Lorena Mercado wasn't about to give a lady-like hand shake in a saloon.

"Pleasure." Her voice purred, "Lorena Mercado..." She smiled again.

As the shots were poured before her, and the bartender gave her an odd look, she offered him one of the tequillas she ordered. "Let's see if you can handle liquor...Mr. John Thomas."

With a spark in her eye, she downed the shot, licking her lips merely to make sure none of the alcohol was left behind. It was a sin to let something so wonderful go to waste.

"Interesting accent you have John Thomas...what brings you here?"

Another shot was placed before her, without her asking...the alcohol just now beginning to warm her blood.

She moved closer to hear him better, the saloon was getting louder and rowdier with each passing of the clock by midnight; she moved to stand right next to him, having to push her way through past two men whom just walked up to the bar...

"Pardon me...scuse me..."
Despite her size, she found her way next to him, though closer than she intended.

Blushing, she tried to move back a bit.

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

"Liquor? Well, I don't know. Never been much for drinking..." His words were coy, and he raised the tumbler to his lips without breaking the cadence of their conversation...


Tequilla had a spice to it, a foreign feel that sent chills down your spine. It was a drink for the wild side in everyone.

John didn't really have a wild side.

"I'm from Kansas, and yourself?" Content to leave out the details of his life as a lawman, the large figure in a brown leather duster skipped on to the more interesting small talk.

She intrigued him, that much was sure...and he watched as her pouted lips supported yet another shotglass. He watched it weigh down on the supple crimson line of her lower lip, the amber fluid within leaving moisture along the rough of her mouth.

It took a moment to snap his gaze to her own, watching as she maneuvered closer...perhaps the alcohol had warn on her judgement, she nearly bumped into him.

His boot shifted on the golden bar rail, leaning back a bit to give her a respectable amount of room...only to be thoroughly pleased when a prospector settled down on the bar behind her, denying her an escape.

The close quarters was a bit too personal, but her scent was easy to distinguish from the cigarette smoke...and it went to his head far faster than the desert liquor.

 

[Guest]

Calley

Calley’s disappointment as Salee’s cock left her belly was profound. She felt the growing flame of pleasure deep in her that Salee had sparked start to fade and she moaned in frustration.

She tried to concentrate on Tamara’s swollen lips and the hard nub of her clitoris. She listened carefully to the sighs and moans from Tamara, trying to gauge her reaction.

“My turn next, Rafe.” Said Tamara between moans and she pulled Calley’s hair painfully.

Calley felt a leaden feeling of unfulfilled pleasure and surreptitiously touched herself hoping to reach some sort of climax after the powerful sensations Rafe had produced in her.

 

[ariosto]

Rafe looked from his wilting cock into Tamara's expectant eyes and back down to Calley who'd begun to finger herself, obviously still searching for release.
*Damn...he thought, sometimes one pecker just ain't enough.*

"Vicky, my sweet as you can see, I'm temporarily out of action, though expect a full recovery very goddammed soon. In the meantime..."

Calley gave a yelp and a whimper as Salee picked her up bodily and laid her down beside Tamara. He knelt before them both and surveyed their luscious wet, swollen cunnies.
"God girls but those are tasty looking pies down there!", and with a swoop of both arms, he buried his fingers in each one, leaning forward far enough to suckle four nipples in turn.

the girl jerked upwards as two thick fingers began twisting inside her and even the jaded Miss Vicki felt a rush at this unexpected variation. Rafe's thumbs found each girl's clitoris and began to rub with frantic energy...
He grinned as they both responded with a tightening of vaginal muscles and a thrusting of their hips, driving their hungry little quims up onto his fingers...
"Now which of you darlins is gonna cum first for old Rafe?"
He said tearing his lips from their straining buds and smiling wickedly.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

"My accent has not given me away? no? I am from Spain..." She shrugged off her silk shawl and draped it and tied it low on her hips, where her skirt began...her breasts rose and fell, the dimly lit saloon casting a shadow here and light there upon them.

Someone bumped into her, furrowing her eyebrows, her lips went into a pout as another shot was before her. She downed it, looked to the bartender, "no mas por favor...not yet..."

With her gaze set she pushed the man who had her almost pinned in place out of her way almost knocking herself out in the process. But no one noticed, as the man finally was gone, though there still was no space between her and the cowboy.

"You think they not see me?" She smiled jokingly.

"So what brings you to Aurora?" She lazily slid herself up upon one of the bar stools, leaning sassily against the back. She was almost eye level now. Looking to him, she still could not see his eyes, so she leaned forward tilting his hat back a bit, just enough to see them.

Leaning back once more, she let his hat back into place..."Honest eyes..."

She narrowed her own a bit in speculation. "Now tell me...what brings you here..."

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

He chuckled a bit, letting his dose of tequilla linger in his mouth before swallowing...

You think they not see me?

John found himself wanting to ask how they could not...


She was stunning, and this simple fact was only exaggerated by her brazen gestures. He was timid about revealing his face, not hours ago had he shot someone in the establishment. A quick glance around, his sharp gaze peering through the haze of tobacco smoke, revealed that Lou was not to be found.


All the better.


Honest eyes? His attention returned to her, fixating on her soft features. The ex-lawman had an eye for detail, and although he dipped his head to memorize each curve of her body...

Including her slender hips...
Including the swell of her heaving chest...
Including the way her slender shoulders dipped in to her collar...

John found himself returning to peirce her soft brown stare with his own, his retort to her question casual...but his intrigue and enchantment with this young Lorena Mercado was intense.

"I enjoy a game of cards."

The gambling man confessed, and his lips curved upwards into a suggestive grin.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

"A gambling man, very interesting, what suits you? Black Jack? Poker?" She leaned in towards him, he could almost feel her breath on his ear, "It is not lady-like in your land to play such games as a woman, but I play..."

She smiled as she pulled away, she put a coin down on the counter, "Water por favor."

With a sassy smile, the smell of her perfume, sassy, sexy, but only luring those close enough to let it tantalize their nose wafted past him...

"So tell me, why take the time to talk to a woman like me? "

She arched a lethally manicured eyebrow...a smile crossing her face again.

He was handsome, and tanned from the sun, she was sure she saw beneath his hat, the little glimpse she had...was tossled hair, kissed by the sun.

His hands were rough, but wonderful to touch, she sensed something of this man.

Many men held secrets, the eyes told, honest eyes did not mean everything he said was honest, only they told his nature, without his words.

She watched the way he moved, the slight curve of his lips before , almost unnoticeable, when she couldn't move away from him.

She licked her lips slowly after the cool water passed through her lip;, her papa would think her a disgrace, in a saloon, with men...

Oh well, what papa didn't know...

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

"A woman like you?" He was a bit suprised, and his words came out swiftly and honestly...the last bit softening as though he had meant to rope them in before the words escaped.

"Lorena, I haven't met a girl like you before. That's why I wanted to talk to you." John said, her sweet scent lingering and savored as his eyes smiled across to her. His finger traced the edge of his shotglass, before he drew it up to his lips and threw it back.

The liquid didn't smother the heat growing in his chest, and John's attention had to be diverted before she sparked a fire in him. Eyes darted from bottle to bottle, admiring the selection as he spoke...

"As for the cards, I enjoy the skill you can find at a poker table."

As for papa, John was damn glad her father wasn't in this town... The things the Kansas man wanted to do to this spanish beauty would certainly not be considered proper in a father's eyes.

Hell, they weren't even proper in John's eyes...which blinked the fantasies away as swiftly as they fell, rising to nod to the tender in the request of another shot.

He was tossing away some of his usual anti-social, self preserving concerns...

and that made this night a bit wild already.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

She put her own tiny, dark hand over his, "Tell you what John Thomas, we play poker. You, me, and whoever else wants to lose money..." She winked at him, hopping down from her stool.

She put her hand on his arm, "unless it is bad idea?"

She smiled, her hair wild around her face, wreckless waves brushing her waist.

"Come John Thomas..." a spark was in her eyes, "I want to have more fun..."

 

[Light Ice]

John Thompson

"Well, what are the stakes?" He grinned to her seductively, cards and a beautiful woman...


Was he dreaming?


Her hand seemed to find the muscles beneath his arm effortlessly, squeezing his strength and lingering there like the scent that tore at his senses. Oh, she was absolutely delightful. Her movements were graceful and light, while his own swayed to the more brutish elements.

He had to push a chair aside for him to pass, the fact she was now leading him through the Aurora almost faded...

"I want to have more fun..."

Oh, so did he...so did he.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Senorita Lorena Ana Mercado

She smiled up to him, "The stakes? " She stopped for a moment in mid stride, "Let's make them...irresistable...no?"

She continued walking, she could feel the muscles beneath his duster and beneath his shirt. "We play with all the others? I hope you win these games, because I don't want to take your money..."

She winked at him. The wafting of the smoke from cigars and cigarettes made the room a bit nostaligic in nature, as if this were a dream.

The music was loud as the pianist began another round of a song...

She was enjoying herself, but Good Lord it was almost morning!

That was when, a man walking past, with a determined look on his face almost knocked her over.

"oh!" as she was slammed into Senor Thomas.

"Excuse me, I apologize..." She turned bright red in embarassment.

 

[Light Ice]

John Thomson

Oh, she had no idea...and the smirk rose on his lips like the halves of her little rear in turn. He was entranced, and started to note the hour.

Her little frame impacted his, rear crushing to his hips and her nubile spine straightening against his powerful chest and abdomen. An arm instinctively slipped around her lithe figure, cradling her waist while she began to stand up against him, using him for leverage.

"Watch it, pal." John muttered, and was given a breif apology before the man continued. He didn't even give her time to go on, her words hardly needed. He released her slowly, fingers lingering against her hip as he offered her a soft smile.

"Just glad you are alright...don't want you at less than your best, I mignt strip you of everything you own." Or are wearing...but that was besides the point now.