Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

[intriguess]

Not my most original idea, but one of my more fun ones, that allows for multiple players. I don't even recall what I called the thread back then, but I do remember revamping it about 6 months later.

So setting is early 20th century (1900's) so some technology but not a ton of cars and the like. There is a band of gypsies that roams freely, loves freely, and gets in trouble frequently...either due to the recruiting process or leaving behind someone after an affair.

Time: Morning the group has just set up outside of town that is having a "fair" (not America, but don't worry about towns setting)

Characters....unknown at least three females and three males to start, perferably a mix of gypsies and townies, etc....

As for myself, I'll be a gypsy woman, late 20's, time and age don't have much meaning to gypsies, you are defined more by what generation you are in and accomplishments. Single but experienced, enjoys teasing married men, but prefers upright single men who should not be attracted to her. Her last lover was very moral clergy type who proposed to her every night before they slept together and every morning he woke up with her.

Been without for a while, more to recover from the intensity of last one. She had left him completely heartbroken, and she was glad she had not concieved a child even as she wondered if she would ever be able to have a child.

So she was looking forward to someone new......

 

[angylfyre]

Sarah, city girl

Sarah was a silly city girl, full of ideas of love and how the world should be. Still living with her parents, she didn't have much choice about her life. They were typical middle class, with uptight ideas of how they wanted to run her life. She was allowed to work selling ice cream during the summer (more for her parents to get her out of their way) but was left with much time working on her dreaded stiching. She had no friends, and knew only the stuffy old people her parents entertained every Saturday night. She needed a change. Wanted to get away, but was too scared and too much of a "good girl" to do anything that might harm her reputation.

The town was having a fair, which made her glad that she had the afternoon free. Her parents let her keep most of the money she earned, so she decided to get a new dress for the festivities.

Her day was normal, warm and sunny with a sky full of birds and the beautiful scent of flowers starting to bloom. She started her afternoon by shopping, and picking out a dress that fitted her perfectly. It was conservative enough to not anger her parents, but tight in the perfect places. A light pink, but with white and cream lacing at her ankles, wrists and neck. After dressing, and asking her parents permission, she made her way to the fair with what was left of her money.

 

[intriguess]

one little bump

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

Charlotte just turned 19 and lived in town. Her father was a lawyer and belonged to the upperclas of town.

Charlotte was rised as a good church going and god fearing girl.
When she went outside she had a chaperone with her. That sunday morning, when all folks came from church and talked to eachother, Charlotte saw an opportunity to leave without being noticed. Everybody talked about the fair and the gypsies in town.

There was no chance her father would let her visit the fair, but now while the ladies were occupied talking about the latest dresses from Paris, and the men talking about politics and the gypsies, Charlotte strolled off, to the fair.

She heard there were midgets, a woman with a beard and the strongest man on earth. All those things seemed very weird to her.

When she arrived in her long dress there were already many people on the fair. Charlotte was dressed in a long white skirt, the skirt falling over her ankles, a peticoat, a white blouse, a corset underneath the blouse and wide knickers. On her head she had a hat, with a blue ribbon. Under the collar of her blouse she had a blue ribbon, tied around her neck, and pinned on her blouse with a silver bracelet. She was a romantic soul and enjoyed the fact she had walked away from daddy.

 

[intriguess]

come on guys......three of you must want to be a rogue, rafe, tramp, or city boy?

 

[voyager102]

Nunzio

Actually not his real name, but close enough for the purposes of dealing with the townies that the band runs into. Olive skinned, dark curly haired. dresses in durable clothing that only hints of the gypsy life when he's travelling.

Normally takes care of maintaining the carts and equipment for the group. Plays the mandolin and fiddle for the crowds, as well as the occasional game of chance.

 

[PogueMahone]

Camillus- Gypsy

Camillus watched the people from the town as they wandered toward the camp his family and friends had set up. Every time they stopped people seemed drawn to the camp, most of them just curious and harmless. It was the other's that Camillus worried about, the one's out to start trouble. Too many times had the "family" as he thought of the little band been forced to pack and flee during the middle of the night to avoid some angry townies.

As he leaned against the wheel of his wagon thinking back on his short life and all the towns and places he had been he noticed an attractive young woman wandering through the crowd, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched several members of the band dance and sing. She was wearing a light pink dress that fitted her nicely, showing a pleasing figure as she moved lightly through the crowd.

Brushing his fingers through his thick black hair, Camillus moved away from the wagon easily making his way through the crowd until he was standing beside the girl. "Hello," He said softly looking over at her, "What's your name?"

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

Charlotte couldn't believe her eyes, this was an entire different world then she was used to. She heard music, a fiddler and a mandoline. She looked to see where the music came from. She found a couple of gypsies, playing music. the sound of the music almost made her dizzy, it went so fast. She was used to listen to church songs and classic music. this was so vivid and energetic, it almost blew her mind.
A beautiful young gypsie woman came in front of the music players and she started to dance, while holding a tamborine.

 

[voyager102]

Nunzio

Working his fingers through the combinations needed for the wild, energetic music, Nunzio played his mandoline with abandon, enjoying the strength of the music, and the almost mystified faces of the watchers.

He enjoyed the shows, catching the audience's attention with the music and dancing. One of the girls of the group stepped up to slip into a series of dance steps. As she began her part of the show, he stepped back and aside, allowing the attentions to shift to her. Meanwhile, he took a few moments to watch the crowd, looking for people of interest - potential troublemakers, marks for a game of chance, or perhaps something more.

There was one young lady standing there watching them, her face one of near rapture as the frenzy of the music took her. He smiled, and waited for the next bridge in the music, keeping an eye on her.

 

[katalynn]

Katalynn loved the gypsy life, she had been with this band for sometime. Even dressed completly as a gypsy. Didn't like the modern day clothes, they seemed to domestic and confining. She liked her jewelry, the scarves, earings were birthstones though, of the ones that were closest to her heart.

Read tarot cards, palms, all that jazz. On her good days (which was everyday) she even bellydanced. It was all good money and it was the only way she enjoyed making it. And of course, the belly dancing caught the attention of males. Little did people know she was also a theif, stealing money and jewels of the men that she slept with. While they slept no doubt. Even took wedding rings of a few married men she had been with. Either disappearing the next day, or totally denying ever seeing such items.

Shimmering of her belts, the way her scarf dress moves with her hips always seem to mesmorize the men... even some women. Bare belly with a peirced naval, a purple, red and black colored scarf was used as a halter top instead of normal shirts. Black scarf with silver threads held her auburn hair in place, reaching to the middle of her back.

Unable to contain herself as she heard the sounds of Nunzio beatiful music and soon found herself dancing along with music. Not even paying attention to the crowd that had started to form while Katalynn just listened to the music around her. The bells of her belt, anklet, the little finger chimes to keep the beat.

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

Charlotte was completely stunned when she saw this gypsie woman dancing. Her hips moved sensually, the bels of her belt, tingled along with the music. Charlotte had never seen a belly dancer before. In fact she blushed at the sight of a woman's naked belly.

Charlotte's father had raised her in a victorian way. the sight of an ankle was already considered sensual and provocative towards men. Charlotte was rather ignorant about sex. Sex was an absolute taboo and nobody ever talked about it.

The young gypsie woman played with her scarf over her hips as she thrusted her belly forward. The bare belly with a pierced naval, shook in all directions. It was beautiful and yet shocking for Charlotte. Her father would never allow her to look at these sinful acts. But Charlotte was mesmorized by the moves of the belly dancer and by the music.

Little did Charlotte knew that her silver pin and her jewelry caught the eye of certain persons. When the music faded away, the young gypsy woman came towards her.

"Would you like to know your fortune? I have the gift to see in the future. I inherited from my grandmother. I see you will have two children in the future. If you want to know more about your future husband, come with me." She said.

Charlotte was getting curious.
"Well, you made me curious. Can you really see my fortune?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, come follow me to my place." she said.

Charlotte agreed and followed the gypsy woman to the outerskirts of the gypsy camp and entered a tent, covered with pillows and scarfs.

 

[DarkChylde]

Face to face with...

Enter Aaron, lonely city boy….

Aaron finished the last morsel of food on his plate as he sat at the outdoor bistro. He had finished diner finally… alone… again.
Now, there was no really reason for Aaron to be eating alone he was only 24, wealthy, well dressed, and good looking. His dark hair offset by his all too fair skin. As he paid he noticed many of the townsfolk proceeding to the west side of the town. He stopped one to ask what was going on.

“A fair, sir,” the young girl merrily replied.

A fair? These things were always a mystery to Aaron. He had been very sheltered as a child and now was left wondering about many things life had to offer, be they cultured or… what? He didn’t know. Aaron decided to follow his curiosity.
He walked down the way following the pairs and trios of other down to the edge of town, not knowing what he would find. When he did arrive it was not at all what he expected, everything was wonderful and new. Sights that been before unseen, smells of food and fire, smoke and seduction. His head swam with the novelty of it all. Not knowing what to do with himself, Aaron wandered in a daze through the crowds. He watched a dancer lead a young town’s girl back to a tent and a man with a mandolin played on, he walked past the girl from the ice cream shop and she too was staring at the sights. Aaron wandered on until he found himself face to face with….

 

[angylfyre]

Sarah

Sarah was so amazed at what she saw. She was thinking of turning to go home, but everytime she turned she saw something better than before. Her eyes were wide, and she was begining to feel dizzy with all the excitement around her. She stepped lightly to avoid the crowd, still staring at everything she could take in. She saw the dancing woman, surprised that she had the currage to show so much skin!! and yet envious that she had that much freedom.
A man approached her, and at first didn't notice him. Thinking that he had spoken to someone else, she turned to look at him blushing. He asked for her name..."Sa..Sarah." She stammered out, blushing even more. She wasn't sure if she should be talking to him, but as no one was paying any attention to her she felt it safe and harmless enough to answer.

 

[katalynn]

It was rare that Katalynn played with females. But, she did like to tease Nunzio by taking certain woman she would notice him looking at. At times he'll even share the woman she would snag for him. Somehow it was always easier for her to lure the woman than it was men into these kinds of traps.

Smiled at Nunzio just before she herself went off with the girl.

"Aww yes, your children will be full of beauty. Taking after you mostly.... You seem a bit thirsty m'child. Would like a drink of wine?"

her voice was like music in itself, soft as the wind and went in time with the music of her charms and bells as she walked. Finding the perfect glass that she used for her *guests*, it was laced on the rimmed a tastless drug that made her company a little more relaxed. One that she made up accidently while she was praticing her herbs and learning the different effects the had. This one she kept, it was her favorite.

"Here ya go, drink up while I get the right set of cards."

Smiled as the woman took the drink, at first she seemed slightly hesitant as if she has never had wine before. Which by looking at her, Katalynn wouldn't doubt that she never tasted the wonderful fluid before. Among other things. Now it was just a matter of time, for the wine was specially sweet and knew the girl wouldn't be able to resist drinking it all. Perhaps even want more.

"What is your name m'precious. And here, I need you to shuffle the cards and think of a question."

handing her the cards as she sat down on the pillowed floor in front the woman.

 

[intriguess]

She lurked in the shadows of her tent, scanning the crowd. It looked prosperous so far, and she had made more than the usual money reading palms and the like. It seemed as if those who usually ruined their trade were miraculously absent. She saw several of her band picking out their marks already and smiled at how easy it was to fool someone. She supposed curiousity could indeed be what they really traded the delights of the unknown and the flesh in return for trinkets and such.

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

Charlotte placed the glass of wine at her sweet lips. She never tasted wine before. Her father never allowed her to drink wine. It tasted sweet and after the first drink, she emptied the glass.
It tasted good.

“What is your question?” the gypsy woman asked.
“Will I find a nice man?” Charlotte asked.
The gypsy woman had presented her a deck of cards. Charlotte shuffled them and she picked one. Charlotte picked a card titled ‘the lovers’, and the card showed a naked man and a naked woman, holding hands.

When she saw the picture Charlotte couldn’t help giggling. She had reached an age that she was curious about men, but this was the first time she actually saw a picture of a naked man.

“Oh, there’s no doubt you will find hot passion with a man.” The gypsy woman responded.
“Pick another card.” She said.

Charlotte picked another card and it was titled ‘the devil’. The card showed a devil with a huge phallus, standing between a naked man and woman who were chained to him.

“Oh, my, that doesn’t look to good.” Charlotte said. Charlotte felt a little bit tired, even dizzy.
She swayed her hand to her head.
“It is so hot in here.” Charlotte said. Charlotte’s heart raced and she started to sweat.
“Perhaps you better lay down for a while, girlie.” The gypsy woman said.
“Yes, I better lay down.” Charlotte replied.

Charlotte lay down in the cushions and laid her hands next to her head. Her breathing fasted and her young breasts moved up and down in her dress. Charlotte felt her breasts getting hard, her nipples stood up and she parted her legs a little bit. She opened her mouth to breath. She felt a burning feeling in her vagina and she got wet. She could feel her knickers getting moist.

The sweet wine contained a strong aphrodisiac, stimulating Charlotte’s wetness.


The gypsy woman looked at Charlotte, the wine didn’t miss its effect. Charlotte was ready to be plucked from her jewellery and her virginity. No doubt this girl was still an innocent virgin.
“Mmmh, should I give her to Nunzio, or should I play with her first?” She thought as she bent over to Charlotte and swiflty removed the silver pin from her blouse.

 

[DarkChylde]

Wandering....

Aaron continued to wander drinking in the sights. A young girl was talking to a man in a wagon, another went to a tent with a gypsy woman..... It seemed everyone was finding friends. Not knowing where to go or want to do he made ready to leave seeming that there was nothing for him here, as there was nothing for him anywhere......
Aaron continued to make his way through the crowds, which were becoming quite thick and difficult to move through. The people were becoming more energetic as the night progressed. The crowd continued to jossled him as he tried to walk. Wait, he thought he felt something... Aaron checked his pockets; someone had made off with his time piece! As the young man turn to find the thief, a surge in the crowd pushed him off balance, sending him spinning. Aaron rolled though the entrence to a tent.
There was a woman standing next to the door, as if she had been looking out on the festivities. She wore the garb of a gypsy, the poise of a leader, and a look of surprise. Aaron quickly picked himself up and dusted himself off....

"Uh... Excuse me...I, er.. I didn't mean to intrude..."

 

[katalynn]

Smiled at the young girl, the drug acted differently with certain people and it was taking all the right actions with this one.

"Aye, child, so it seems to be getting quite warm in here."

Helped the woman lie down the pillowed floor, thinking of Nunzio.

"He should be here soon, should. But meanwhile, I''m going to have fun with this one."

Whispered to herself, perhaps a little to loudly for the woman questioned the words.

"Oh, its nothing child, just lay down and relax."

Katalynn kept her eye on the pin that was on the girls dress, it was the first thing to go. But it didn't go without a light touch to the hard nipples that were poking through the material.

"Perhaps we should get out of these dreadful clothes. They look so confining, must be dreadful in this time of day."

Whispered into the girls ear just before licking it, then taking the earlobe between her lips.
Wanting to tease the young woman alittle more, Katalynn kneeled above her head so she would be leaning over her face letting Charlotte get a dazed look at the full bust with her own perky nipples, just aching for attention through the delicate material of the scarf. While Katalynn would work way down the young womans body, Charlotte would see and perhaps feel more of Katalynns' flesh of her toned belly.

Slid her hands down Charlottes face, caressing the cheeks, further yet down her neck finding the ways of taking this dreadful dress off, slowly caressing each inch flesh that was being revealed.

"mmmm yess. These clothes of yours are much to dreadful for comfort."

soon she was revealing the bra covered breasts of woman who is now writhing underneath her.

 

[PogueMahone]

Camillus- Gypsy

"Sarah," Camillus repeated smiling at the blushing young woman, "That's a very nice name." He said softly, watching as the attractive girl blushed even harder at his slight compliment. She must be very sheltered, the young gypsy man thought to himself as Nunzio's music came to an end. There was a smattering of applause as some of the audience tossed coins into the small area surround the musician. "Well, the music is over for a while, Sarah," Camillus told the girl from the city. He knew that either Nunzio or Katalynn had probably found an attractive audience member and taken them back to one of their tents.

"Is there anything else that'd you like to see, Sarah?" Camillus asked the attractive girl as he placed his arm gently on her shoulder trying to steer her away from the crowds of people. "I'll show you anything that you desire," Camillus promised as he admired the girl's slim form once again.

 

[voyager102]

~ Nunzio ~

He finished his number, and allowed a few moments to accept the applause of the crowd. Scooping up the coins that had been thrown to him, he sketched a brief bow, and promised another show later.

At the moment, however, his mind was on Katalynn and her mark. The young girl had looked so innocent that it was a toss-up which would be sweeter - having their way with her, or having their way with her, then making her a member of the family. And, perhaps, Katalynn would do more than simply prepare her for him.

Actually, it had been something of a rivalry between them. She was skilled at seducing the women that came to see them, but he seemed to be the draw that placed them into position for her snaring them. Still, it was enjoyable.

And he had to admit that Kata had a knack for lowering the defenses of these women. She was equally skilled at seducing men, but he had no interest in that side of her life, unless he was the man sharing her bed.

His breathing quickened at the thought. Few men had been blessed enough to share the bed with a gypsy woman, at least for any length of time. As a member of the family, he had been lucky to share several beds, but there was little in the way of long term commitment. And less in the way of hard feelings about it. Being allowed that honor was more than enough, especially if even one of the women was as experienced as the ones in this family.

Ducking into her tent quietly, Nunzio watched as she worked her magic on the drugged woman. He was entranced watching Katalynn slowly strip the clothes away from the pale skin. Kata was taking her time, slowly caressing the woman, and stripping her clothing away, inch by inch.

Slipping up behind her, he reached out and placed a hand gently upon Kata's skirted bottom, allowing a moment to rub at her buttocks. She was equally engaged in her work, but he knew that sometimes she would decide to handle the seduction herself.

 

[angylfyre]

Sarah

She could hardly believe herself... wondering around with a MAN! And unsupervised at that. All her thoughts were in a rush, she could hardly think. They were walking away from the crowd when he asked if she was interested in anything. So many questions popped into her head all at once, so she said the one that had been on her mind first: "How can you all live in these wagons? It must be hard moving around so much, with so little space to live!!" She immediatly re-thought her question and realized that he must think her extreemly forward to ask such a personal question.

She looked at him, admiring his jaw line and smooth face. He was so different from the nasty old men her parents always had over. He wasn't wrinkled and thankfully didn't smell of cigar smoke. He was holding her so close, she knew she should worry incase anyone saw her (what would her parents say!!) but was enjoying the feeling of him too much. They were far enough from the crowd that no one would easily recognize her, so she cast the thought from her mind and focused on him and his voice.

 

[OnHarry]

Zoltan- Gypsy

Zoltan was the leader of the family even though he was not the oldest. Old enough to look mature and not be confused as a young man but young enough to appear virile and intrigueing. He had no taste for the young girls that tended to get ensnared in the families clutches, even though he had tasted more than his fair share of young ladies, who wanted to be seduced by some mysterious person like himself.

Zoltan preferred the older ladies perhaps in their late thirties or even into their forties. None had ever left his wagon unsatisfied, and would keep their secret tryst to themselves as their middle class Victorian husbands would not approve of such as he.

He walked around making sure that no one got too greedy with their light fingers and also that no young ladies were seduced........... against their will. The last thing they needed was an angry town official breathing down their necks about rape and corruption. He noted with satisfaction that this crowd seemed more than usually well disposed towards them.

As usual Nunzio's sensual playing of the violin had attracted it's fair share of coins, he would get his share later.

He did not like the drugs that Katylann used but she attracted much clientele so he let that slide. In the event that someone got a little too overwrought after they found their watch missing he would console them and sympathise with them over the inherent evil in the world and then make sure that they tasted some gypsy flesh in one of the tents. The clients rarely left unsatisfied, though often as not somewhat poorer. It took so little to satisty these townfolk.

Now he wanted more than ever to find a town lady who woulsdbe amenable to his charms. He had dark eyes that flashed and darker hair with only a few strands of grey, and a large thick moustache that many ladies seemed to like in their more intimate places.

 

[intriguess]

Esme

The family was getting a little frisky, she frowned slightly as the use of a drug to entice someone.....it was underhanded, alcohol at least one knew what they were drinking. Oh well, they would learn soon enough and if the time was pleasant enough the young lady would undoubtedly be very tight lipped about it or she would leave her life behind to join them.

She noticed the young ones practicing their light fingered tricks and she saw a man chase after one of them. He would never catch the youth in this crowd, but one could understand his outrage. The child played an old trick where the item switched from child to child like a game of keep away and by the time the man bumped into me a different child had slipped the watch to me and dissapeared into the crowd again, a blur of color, scents, and bodies.

She smiled at him and casually pulled him into the tent out of the commotion.

"You are looking for something?" she softly asked.

 

[DarkChylde]

Stolen Watch

"Well, for starters I was trying to leave, but the crowds were too thick and now some child has stolen my watch!"
Aaron looked rather confused. As his senses slowly returned to him, he looked the woman up and down... As kindly as that can be done.
She was quite beautiful, exotic, different, not at all what he was used to. Deffinately not what his parents would approve of. He found her entoxicating. For the first time in his life he found himself at a complete lost for what to do.
" I don't suppose you might be able to help me?" he asked......

 

[Frenchgirl]

"Perhaps we should get out of these dreadful clothes. They look so confining, must be dreadful in this time of day" the gypsy woman said.

"Oh, my name is Katalyn and don't you worry girl, I'll take good care of you." she said as she started to remove Charlotte's dress.

She unbuttoned her dress and pushed it open. then she pulled it over her arms, revealing her bodice.

As she did Charlotte got a dazed look on Katalyn's full bosom. They looked so soft and nice.

Katalyn removed Charlotte's dress and as she did she pushed her breasts and belly against hers. She lowered her face and kissed the face of the innocent maiden. Charlotte who was drugged tauted her lips.

Katalyn's hands opened the laces of Charlotte' bodice and pulled it open, exposing the firm breasts of the young lady.

Katalyn carressed each inch of fless that was being revealed and the young lady started to writh underneath her. Katalyn pulled down Charlotte knickers and revealed her youthful vagina. Charlotte was only dressed in her stockings and a bodice that was pulled widely open. Katalyn laid down on her and kissed the young lady. the young lady opened her mouth and her tongue crossed the tongue of the gypsy woman. Charlotte pressed her body against Katalyn's and massaged her tongue. Charlotte's hands moved over Katalyn's breasts and removed her scarf.
Then she noticed they were not alone in the tent. A man stood behind Katalyn and he touched Katalyn's bum. Charlotte's mind was in extasy and she didn't care who was with her, nor did she care she laid almost naked in the cushions. She only wanted to kiss and to be kissed, and to be touched.