Club_PG

[The_PG]

Club_PG
Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes​

Three towers make up the club. The center is the largest, it has seven floors. The left wing and tower are the archives, and the right wing along with the right tower are The_PG's private quarters. Here are some descriptions:

Level 1 of the Club:
inceptor

http://anvilofsound.com/torrentimg/More%20Lazers%203.JPG​

A laser filled club scene. Green lasers criss-cross smokey darkness. There are black couches with dim pink & blue lights around the entire room. Separated from the large dance floor in the middle by lower ceilings which keep a portion of the deep bass music from completely interrupting any form of communication. The bar takes up the wall opposing the front door, and is lit with aqua blue lighting built into the glass bar tops, and plenty more fixed underneath each bottle of the hundreds of different bottles of alcoholic beverages. The beer taps glow in green, blue, or pink and stretch down from the ceiling all along the bar.

The 2nd Floor
delectatio morosa
http://www.sofiastags.com/images/stories/activities/night/sofia%20club.jpg​

Keeping the same scene as the first level so that at first you suspect little to nothing is different. The only noticeable changes are the lack of lighting, and of smoke. Here only green lasers and green strobe lights are used, and the strobes lights only when something is happening. The bar is on the same end as before, but there is no bar tender, it is automated and also dimly lit. Complimentary dry cleaning available for spills. The music here is loud and specifically designed to get the heart racing. To insight the beginnings of lust. There are no tables. Just love seats and couches around the corner of the room. All are shrouded in beads of silk sheets of black that hang from the ceiling. A steady green light brightens them slightly from the inside.

The 3rd Floor
a bene placito
http://www.dcsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/modern.jpg​

While the previous two floors are all about getting things going. The third lounge is simply a relaxing atmosphere with soft music. However, an aphrodisiac chemical floats through the air constantly, so resting here often gets people moving again. Roman style couches and beds encircle large circular tables. There is no dance floor, but rather a large circular bar in the middle of the room. This is the last floor where there is no dress code. This floor has two elevators, and two separate sets of stairs. One goes up, and the other down. The one going up warns:

Dress code and club agreement in effect. Proceed at your own risk.

It is here that you must sign to an agreement of confidentiality if you wish to proceed upstairs. You must also turn in any devices that can tell time (watches, cell phones, iPod's and the like) if you are called a message will be brought to you by courier, discreetly, and any call will be monitored. If you refuse to sign, enjoy the first three levels freely.

The 4th Floor
luxuria incipio
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Dress Code: Women - White top & bottom. Men - White top.
Lit entirely by black lights this floor is where the fun really begins. Glow in the dark paint, condoms, and toys float about the room. Every few minutes mists of water cascade down from the ceiling. The musics pulse is loud and hard, just like those that wish to party here. Rooms are partitioned only by white silk, but the loud music blurs out all but the loudest moans, groans, and shrieks. White tee shirts (men/women's), mini-skirts, summer dresses, and glow paint are for sale in the lobby to this floor. You can buy them new or used. The used ones are typically from previous customers who didn't end up leaving with their clothes on. They are cleaned carefully.

The 5th Floor
lconstringo constrixi constrictum
http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d115/puaolena_gomes/bondage-1.png​

Dress Code: Women - White tops & panties only. Men - White shirts. Boxers or PJ pants allowed.
The fifth floor is lit in a strange combination of gray scale and white lasers. The effect is an eery X-ray look that stands out on the white clothes that everyone must be wearing along with the glossy black leather that is used heavily. The most dominating feature of this floor besides the lighting is the heavy amount of oddly shaped furniture, and rope. It dangles from every rafter with pulleys and connectors everywhere. The games here are not as lighthearted as the floor beneath, but rather more somber and painful, yet still filled with lust and fun of course, much lighter still then the floor above. Any number of imaginable toys are available from the bartender, and ushers stand nearby to help with any number of complicated ties and furniture.

The 6th Floor
linfinitas infinitio tormina
http://kinseyconfidential.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/collar2.jpg​

Dress Code: Women - Collars only & must wear. Men - White shirts. Boxers or PJ pants allowed.
The 6th floor is for those slaves, submissive, captured, or rebellious women who didn't learn when to shut the fuck up. Machines dot the room and are circled with bright metallic bars that reach the ceiling. Each has a key and the bartender has all of them. One usher for each machine contains the other. Those women who need these machines are brought here and locked for as long as their master desires to the unending and unceasing machines. Being without emotion and containing and endless amount of energy machines are first used on the slave before she is brought to the next floor.

The 7th Floor
doctus dolor scelus sceleris
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2086295331_feb45f6be2.jpg​

Dress Code: Whatever I want you to wear.
This is a place of pain. Not so many machines as below, or ropes or toys, but much nastier stuff instead. Barbed wire covered posts dot one corner of the massive room, nooses hang from the ceiling, and in the center of the room is a large raised stage upon which is not a bench, but a wooden barrel stains a reddish black color. Four eye bolts have chains threaded through them and they lie like snakes pointing towards the barrel. It is glass smooth, so worn from use. There are smooth scratches across it's surface, and upon the stage, where whips and other sharp objects fell or missed their target.

One thirty foot section of the wall in the room contains knives. Another, whips; bull whips and real cats. The room smells of disinfectant, and there is no music here. In fact every sound is muffled. At the door there are ear plugs, ear muffs, blindfolds, gags, and chokers that can replace a slaves collar if needed.

This is a place where tears, and pain rule.

Screams and sobs do not echo, but fade.

 

[The_PG]

http://blog.zoozoom.com/beauty/zoozoomhtml40comp.jpg

My bedroom has a spectacular view.
I like watching the world.
From floor to ceiling the windows stretch all the way around my private residence.
They can be turned be pitch black if needed, but most of the kind I don't give a damn.

http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/image/Amazing%20Window%20View.jpg
http://www.furniturestoreblog.com/image/Living%20Room.jpg

It's a fully loaded bachelor's pad with all the trimmings. Five huge TV's, a powerful sound system, plenty of video games, computers, and mini-fridges around filled with beers. A fully loaded shelf with plenty of hard drinks, and soft ones too. My bed is big, strong, comfortable and just as kinky as I am. It has strong poles that reach the ceiling and are bolted into the ceiling and the floor. There are eye rings welded into the posts at all four corners, and plenty of leather, chains, and rope in various dressers around the room.

There is also a gym, massage parlor, full bath with a jacuzzi. Outside on the patio there is a large grill, it's just opposite the kitchen and across from it is the large heated swimming pool which goes right up to the edge of the building. So you can look right out down onto the people below. But don't splash anyone! Or do... You just might end up spread eagle and begging for more! (Or less!)
http://www.houstonproperties.com/images/commerce_t_pool.jpg
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[The_PG]

So who's all still here? I see prinesssexi left, and a few others. Pity, twas fun!

Fuck it.

*punches jack*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Comes in and crosses her arms, whistling at PG

Well, welcome back.

 

[The_PG]

You!!!

*lets go of Jack*

Heya, yea, got a little lost. Life, you know, it's crazy, a little. Hey!

*falls from Jack's fist*

Sometimes this jackass likes to do that you know.

*pounds Jack's kidney*

Nice to see you again!

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Leaning against the wall, I watch the crazy person beat himself up.

Not to worry, you gonna pick up your old threads?

 

[The_PG]

I already have.

*spits out Jack's tooth*

I just figured the apocalypse has gone on without me. It has, hasn't it?

*I am Jack's bruised temple.*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I step back from the blood

Ohh, I left you a place to come back from. Blew the convoy to bits, but your character lives.

 

[The_PG]

Awesome! Hang on...

*Pummels jack and smiles as he falls gasping to the ground.*

having fun dipshit? Remember, I'm YOUR idea!

*Kicks him in the ribs for good measure.*

Well, I take this as an invitation huh? Could you link me to it? I unsubscribed because Jack said they killed me. I can't believe I believed that faggot.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Hands PG a slip of paper and a towel to clean his face off with.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=673616

 

[The_PG]

*glances over at Jack, who spits up blood onto the towel*

Hey, watch that!

*looks at the paper*

Only 9 pages? Hmm, I thought for sure it'd be in the 50's by now. I will have to take a looksie and see when i stopped posting... Weren't we writing together?

*wipes face off with towel*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I walk over and perch on a stool and look a little hurt.

Yeah, we were. Marlina was about to kick your character's ass or fuck him depending.

 

[The_PG]

pity, u were good too if i remember correctly. Sometimes u get stuck with shitty writers in group RP's

*looks over at Jack*

who the fuck cleaned you up?

*back at ausus*

You want him next?

 

[Ausus_girl13]

Looks over at Jack

And what would I do with him? And you were no slouch in the writing department either.

 

[The_PG]

*laughs*

Well you're not going to fuck a bloody mess like that are you?

*touches lip gingerly*

Thanks for the compliment...

*Jack's smirk annoys the hell out of me.*

One day someone's gonna wipe that grin off permanently you little fucker.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I look over at Jack and smirk

I wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole.

I grab some ice from the bar and toss it at PG

For your lip.

 

[The_PG]

*Jack catches it and touches it gingerly to my lip.*

The fuck, you homo!!!

*I kick him in the balls and catch the ice before it falls out of his hands.*

You been keeping busy on here I hope? Not just waiting for me?

*Why the fuck am i laying on the ground holding my dick?*

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I laugh at the crazy man on the floor.

I have been well occupied, thank you. What about you? You happy to be back?

I put out my hand to help whoever is laying on the floor.

 

[The_PG]

*I reach up and take it. Suddenly Jack is being to the second me.*

That little fucker is a motherfucking scaredy cat. But yea, glad to be writing. I had a major writing block and that fucking sucks so much dick it's gay. I'm actually more glad now that i see i only am two pages behind, so I'll definitely have to try to get back in the game.

*I am Jack's aching hangover.*

And I'm turning 21 soon, so hopefully that puts my life on the upswing.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I pull PG to standing and hand him a drink

Good luck with that writer's block, hollar if you need help. And happy early birthday.

 

[The_PG]

I will remember to do that... Now where the fuck did Jack put my keys........

Reading the posts now, i might even write one if i can get everything straight before the caffeine starts to wear off from my coffee...

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I find the keys behind the bar and toss them at Jack

Come visit my room sometime, PG we could catch up. I place a kiss on his cheek, where there is no blood and walk out of the club.

 

[The_PG]

*I am Jack's stunned cheek. That was too soft.*

What the fuck......

 

[The_PG]

*Jack is drinking Jack Daniels and loving it. I am Jack's withering liver.*

Man it's dull in here today...

 

[The_PG]

Through the course of my travels I've found that people will stare at you, and they look angry, unfriendly, even stuck up because they are thinking about something completely, entirely, utterly different. They don't care about you and your imagined weight problem, or the fact that you can't decide whether or not your latest haircut was too bisexual. And they really don't give a fuck about what you think about them. They don't give ten shits if they're tongue is touching their lips in the odd pose of consternation, and they really don't care if they keep on staring at you like a fucking faggot because they don't even see you.

For you emo fuckers, just know that's it not because you are the most insignificant cunt ever made on the earth, which you are, but it's really because they have something one hundred gazillion times more important than you on their mind. More important then the president of the united states, more important then God, more important then money, and a whole hell of a lot more important then you.

There are plenty of different things you can do when this happens.

Most people just forget about it, and let it depress them just a little bit. Some people just forget about it. The brave ones meet those eyes and hold them, forcing the stranger to realize that they're staring like a pig. They look away, and you brave little soul go on your day with a little more juice in your step.

*Wipes the blood from his lips, and blows it out from a nostril.*

But the real crazies, like me. The people who live like they're supposed to. They do something so spectacularly crazy. Oh man, you gotta hear this shit. It's fucking ridiculous.

*Lights up a smoke.*

We smile.

*Snaps lighter shut and inhales deeply.*

Yeup, smile. You got to see what it does to those fucking strangers and shit... Ha, it's like they don't know how to smile at all... Ever... It's awesome. Like you would not believe.