Dark confessions

[Slut-Bitch]

I walk into the room, my eyes slow to get accustommed to the glow of the fire and candles. I'm wearing my black silk dress, cut low at the front, tied at the waist, which falls away from my legs as i walk in.
My name is June. I'm 36, 5'4", slim, short fair har, brown eyes, 36b.

 

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[Slut-Bitch]

Dark confessions.

I have no idea why I'm here either. I was invited by a senior person at work, but we seem to be the only ones here. Were you invited too, and if so who by?

 

[Rick_Knight]

why you are here

This is a place where you can make your fantasies come true or better yet come to life.
One can do so by posing an idea or a script on any given situation. Mostly role playing happens here, or one can delvelope pm situations with someone also.
Let me give you an example.

IC= in character
OC= out of character
IC you follow the story and become the character you have chosen.
OC you can comment on real life happenings or game situations.


Example: IC

A handsome man sits in a dimly lit corner of a restaurant. He fequents this place as one of his favorites, not only because it is dimly lit and cozy, but also because of the patrons that choose to come here. Mostly well to do people, that seldom get to loud like in other places. People that came here, frequented it because it offered discretion from prying eyes, while enjoying each other's company in a romantic setting where romance could and generally did blossom between two people.

The waiters were also discreet, they seldom saw nor heard much of the goings on in this place. Their job was solely to make sure the customer was satisfied and well pleased. This guaranteed repeat business, as well as healthy tips.

On this day, the handsome man sat at his usual table, enjoying a before dinner drink. A middle aged man of forty, well esablished in the comunity, and well liked. He had been successful running a small business which was very profitable. He was in the diamond business, buying and selling the precious gems for large profits had afforded him a comfortable life. He did not lack for anything save for one thing.He had never found the right woman with which to share his good fortune.

A sensuous man by nature, yet reserved, many opportunities had gone by and he had not capitalized on them. There had been scores of women interested in him, but mostly for his money.
He yearned to have a woman that would stay because of him and nothing more. In the process he would have showered her with everything she would ever have dreamed of.

He was not a demanding person by nature, he just craved a woman that had no pretenses when it came to intimacy. A free spirit like himself eager to try anything within reason, yet letting love take its course at the same time.

Many chose to give sex, but never love and much less passion. He did not want to feel as if he was buying a woman's favors, but instead, he wanted and craved her passion, her need, her total giving.

Well built physically, he kept his body in tip top shape. Frequent visits to his gym on a weekly basis ensured his strength. He stood at 5ft 10 inches tall, muscular, with dark long wavey hair which he kept neatly groomed and tied in a pony tail behind his back, and above all he was well dressed.

He sat at his table sipping his drink at leisure, when he saw her come in. She appeared to be alone as she was greeted by the seating waiter. She looked to be around mid to late thirties, well dressed in a two piece skirt and jacket that accentuated her body perfectly.

She had large breasts, a small waist, and beautiful rounded hips which he followed down to her lovely legs.

Not accustomed to the dim lighting she had not noticed him sitting at his table which was just one away from hers. She took her seat as the waiter helped her by easing the chair underneath her until she felt comfortable.

He could see all her features as she sat trying to get her eyes adusted to the dim lighting. She was beautiful, not your everyday run of the mill woman, she appeared to be in a class all by her self. She sat self assured and elegant. Her manner spoke of a title, either hers or her husbands. Perhaps a lawyer, or some other profession.

She did not bring her legs all the way underneath the table, but instead opted for sitting sideways from the table where she sat, and as luck would have it she was unwittingly facing him.

The waiter asked in a whispered low tone as to what her selection of drink would be, she aswered in the same fashion and he left to bring her order.

In the mean time, she searched through her purse in search of something that she wanted, but her eyes were still not used to the dark, and she gave up for the time being.

The waiter returned with her drink and a menu, and just a quickly left, leaving her to select her choice by allowing her ample time to make her choice. She decided to delicately cross her legs, and as she did so, her beautiful thighs came into view as the short skirt hiked slightly up revealing a set of well formed legs incased in sheer stockings, that were obviously held up by a lacey garter, because he caught a flash of creamy white skin above the stockings. Beyond that, he could not see, he did not know if she had panties underneath, or if the darkness above that were her panties, or of her very bush. He loved a woman with a full bush, he had never found one that liked to grow one, but he knew that if he ever did, he would be her slave forever.

He decided to avert his eyes at this point, for surely she would see him staring at her sooner or later. It was'nt until the waiter came to his table that she finally looked in his direction.

"Would you care for another drink before your meal sir?, or would you like to order?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"I will have one more before the meal, thank you, I am still trying to decide what to have."

"Very well," he replied and left to bring him his second drink.



OOC: To be continued. I hope this gave you an idea.

Rick_Knight

 

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It was almost 8 pm

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: For everyone's consideration and approval:

IC:

Nicolas von Baur is the owner and manager of the establishment. He sits in a shawdowed corner of the room adjacent to the door leading to the private Back Room where he can watch and monitor the goings on in the public rooms.

He's a tall and slender, a fit mid to late fortys with long salt and pepper hair to the tops of his shoulders. He blue eyes miss nothing that traspires as he sits sipping a beverage and occasionly strokes his trimmed jawline bear and moustache, also salt and pepper.

The restaurant/lounge is where the bread and butter is earned, but the cake and it's icing comes from use of the Back Room, which is very expensive as it normally involves him directly and he charges for journeys into self exploration, just as anyone in who delves into the human psyche does, high fees for his time.

His normal clientele is female, although an occasional male wishes to take the journeys and now and then one wishes to be taught and to learn to lead those explorations intp the dark side of pleasure and fantasy. That costs even more.

Right now Nicolas is watching the two women and the man about his own age seated not to far away and wondering if they only came for the excellent quality meals and drinks or if one or more of them would wish to use the Back Room to explore themselves or each other.

OOC: If "Nicolas" is acceptable to all he'll remain as is. If not let me know and I'll have him travel on and delete the post.
PP

 

[Rick_Knight]

As he was raising his glass toward his lips, he noticed she had re-adjusted her position, the short skirt was now covered by the immaculate white table cloth as she had pivoted her beautiful legs underneath the table. He felt like an ass, surely she had seen him admiring her. Only the flickering light of the table candle touched her beautiful face, and camoflaged his embarrassment at having been caught staring.

Another woman had also entered the restaurant, she also appeared to be in her mid thirties. The waiter had seated her a few tables away from theirs. She was also very beautiful in her low-cut dress that also revealed quite a lot. He noticed that the manager in charge of the restaurant had taken an interest in her.

It was dim and she also had not adjusted to the dim lighting yet. The waiter came and went from her also as she placed her beverage order.

Returning his gaze back to the lady with the short skirt, all of his senses told him to make amends somehow, the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some sort of pervert taking advantage of darkness to view what he was not supposed to be seeing. Although in a sense she would be right, he was not a pervert, but he did admire what he saw, she was indeed beautiful as a picture. The man in her life surely was a fortunate man for having such beauty at his reach.

The waiter had returned with her drink, and had carefully placed it in front of her. Again in a low whispered tone he asked. "Will the lady be ready to order or would will you need a little while longer?" She turned and whispered something back to him, he nodded and left.

She raised her drink to her lips as she casually looked in the direction of the man sitting at his table next to hers. He had raised his glass in her direction toasting to her as the flickering light of his table candle revealed a kind smile meant for her.

*Surely nothing will be lost by a kind gesture, he thought. Either way it will not be long before the man of her dreams comes along to join her. Surely someone as beautiful as she, would have someone to dine with... No!.. she was here alone. As a rule most women waiting for someone appear slightly nervous, and check the time on a regular basis indicating that someone is late, she had done none of these things. She was calmly sitting, looking at the menu deciding what she was going to order.*

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he took out his ciggarette case and took one out, and lit it. She looked his way briefly...*that's what she was looking for in her purse, he thought.*

He could not resist,.. rising from his table he moved in her direction softly covering the two or three paces between them gently so as not to alarm her.

"Good evening m'lady, please allow me to introduce my self, my name is Knight...Rick Knight at your service. I could not help but notice you when you entered, I saw you looking through your purse were you looking for one of these?"

He again pulled out his ciggarette case and offered her one. He hoped she would accept it as a token of friendship.
He felt her eyes on him, on his face, as he smiled. His pearly white teeth all on an even row gleamed in the twilight and flickering light of her candle. She was beautiful from a distance, but she was even more at close quarters. She was truely an angel sent from heaven.

For the moment, time stood still. Everything appeared as if in slow motion, he was mesmerized by her beauty as she looked up at his face, her eyes met his like two green emeralds shining in the candlelight, captivating his eyes as if in a hypnotic trance. Slightly blinking and breaking the spell, he now looked at her sensuous lips awaiting her response.

 

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[Rick_Knight]

She met his eyes as she looked up.

"Its very nice to meet you Mr. Knight and thank you I will have one of your cigarettes."

He followed the act by lighting the cigarette for her, he felt her hand touch his in order to guide the flame to the right place at the end of the cigarette.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage m'lady, you know my name, but I still do not know yours."

His eyes looked deeply into her own green emeralds, as if wanting to dive deep into them to find all of her secrets.
He beamed a smile to her and his eyes had a twinkle in them as he searched hers. Seldom had he seen such beauty in a woman, she was perfect in every way, a beautiful face, and a body that would rival many women younger than her. He felt he had to know more about this lady.

"May I sit with you for a few moments? Or perhaps if you are not expecting someone,...you could honor me by having you dine with me at my table."

She motioned to the vacant chair next to her, still she did not say who she was. Before sitting he reached over to his table and retreived his drink.

"Here is to a beautiful woman, the likes of which I've only seen in modeling magazines, you are truely a remarkable lady. A rose would shrivel up and die of jealousy next to you."

Once more he raised his glass and gently touched hers, a soft audable cling could be heard as the glasses kissed.
Briefly he looked past her at the other woman that had came in, somehow he had a feeling that the two of them were somehow connected. Both beautiful, both alone.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Nicolas von Baur, the owner and manager of the establishment:

His eyes moved from the petite woman to the other one and the man and he smiled to himself as he thought, 'Sooo, the eternal dance has begun. I wonder if they will find in each other what each needs and craves.' and he takes another sip of his beverage and lights a cigarette. The flare of his lighter illuminating his face briefly and for the first time.

 

[Rick_Knight]

OOC: Guess my rp was to slow for you....oh well, some other time perhaps.

 

[Slut-Bitch]

Re: Nicolas von Baur, the owner and manager of the establishment:

As my eyes grow accustomed to the candle light I notice the other people. Another woman (very attractive I note) is sat quite close, and a distinguished gentleman is also sat close by. He looks to be very interested in the attractive lady.
I feel rather uncomfortable, still not sure why I am here. I takr a sip of my wine as I look around.
As I cross my legs my dress falls away........

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Nicolas von Baur:

He smiles as creamy skin it revealed when legs are crossed and signals over a waiter.

"Take the lady at table 5 a drink compliments of the house. What ever she's drinking will suffice.
"Thank you Lawrence."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC for Rick Knight: It may just be a case of RT (real time) intruding on her online fun Rick. Sometimes patience pays my friend so do keep an eye on the story. *s

 

[Slut-Bitch]

Re: Nicolas von Baur:

A waiter comes to the table and asks me what I would like to drink, on the house......

I feel flattered and ask for another glass of wine.

I sit alone, still wondering why I'm here, looking around, smiling as my eyes make contact with the attractive lady nearby.

The waiter returns with my drink and I sip the rich Merlot, not realising that my dress has fallen away from my legs, showing a great deal of my thighs........

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Nicolas von Baur:

A cigarette lighter flares to life in a shadowy corner catching your attention and the man lighting his cigarette smiles at you and lifts his glass in a silent toast. Before the lighter goes out again you see his eyes slide over as much of you as can be seen and a nod of appreciation is added the smile.

 

[Slut-Bitch]

Re: Nicolas von Baur:

As I take another sip of my wine a cigarette lighter flickers in the far corner and I can see a distinguished looking man sat at a table alone. He smiles and raises his glass. Nervously I raise my glass too, and manage a weak nervous smile.

I glance across at the other woman and see that she seems to be in conversation with the guy from another table. I'm wondering why a senior manager at the company would invite me here and not turn up. I was looking forward to a pleasant meal with him and his wife.

I look at my watch.....maybe I should leave when I finish my wine..........

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[Slut-Bitch]

I watch as the man talking to the attractive woman talks into his phone , then speaks to the woman and leaves.
I smile across at her as she takes a sip of her drink, and wonder why we are both here alone.........[

 

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[PhoenixPrime01]

Nicolas von Baur:

"Lawrence, since the young man had to leave unexpectedly, tell the ladies it's now time for them to explore the back room . . . if they wish to explore themselves at the same time."

 

[Slut-Bitch]

I had been talking to Susan as though we were old friends, laughing about "fantasies".
A man approached the table and told us it was time to go with him.
I looked at Susan quizically, wondering if there really was a room where you could play out your fantasies.
"What do you think Susan, should we see whats this secret room is all about?"

I took a long drink of wine and stood up..........

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lawrence, waiter:

"If each of you would please sign these releases first then we can proceed.
"They state that neither of you is being coerced or forced into entering the back room, that neither of you are offended by partial or total nudity and that if you should choose to participate in any activities in the Private Rooms it's of your own free will and you release the establishment and it's management and owership from any and all liability either civil or criminal."

A release form and clipboard with pens attatched are handed to each of you .

 

[Slut-Bitch]

June

I look at Susan as the man hands us clipboards and forms to sign.
"What do you think Susan, maybe this could turn out to be an interesting night?"

Maybe this is what I was invited for, I think to myself, maybe someone is trying to tell me something, or test me...

I take the clipboard and sign where the man has shown us.

I watch Susan to see if she will sign too.......