Looking to get this RP started, looking for intelligent, sexy female with a good grasp of English and grammar (no, I am not a grammar Nazi, I make mistakes as well). please PM before posting.
Julian St. John watched the party girls come into the select night club in their droves, each one out to catch the man of their dreams for the night. So obviously dressed to say they were available with their shorts skirts, long nylon clad legs and plunging necklines displaying themselves like cattle.
Normally, Julian would have picked one, two maybe three women out and wined and dined them knowing that they wouldn't be able to resist him once he had loosened their inhibitions. In the morning they would make their way home in the walk of shame clutching the CD that contained the images of their night of debauchery. Images that they would either treasure or dispose of in disgust at how they had allowed such things to be done to them. Tonight however, was different, Julian had a specific woman in mind, not just a type, although he had a penchant for naive but intelligent redheads with nice firm, shapely young bodies, no, this was a specific woman he had heard discussing with her friends in a local coffee shop, their plans for that evening's entertainment, a group of them were going to celebrate a birthday at The Kazoo nightclub. This woman had piqued his interest when she had stated that she would dress conservatively as she was not looking for a man as she had just broken up with her boyfriend for constantly pressuring her into doing things in the bedroom that she wasn't comfortable with.
Julian had a gift that most men would die for, a gift that he had discovered by accident that he had several years before. There had been a girl at college that every boy there lusted after including Julian, the thing was she knew it and teased everyone with her body and led them on to thinking she was about to spread her legs then she would say 'No, what sort of girl do you think I am?' In short she was a cock teaser. It happened one night at a college house party and this girl as usual was surrounded by college boys all hoping to get in her panties. Julian had been sitting alone and his eyes met hers and a power seemed to surge from them as he thought to himself 'Come here and talk to me'. Almost immediately she excused herself from the crowd and came over and sat next to him, 'I don't know why I'm here but I feel compelled to come to you, what do you want?' From that moment on she was his, all he had to do was think of something and she would do it. By the end of the night she was no longer the college tease but the college slut, giving compensation to every guy she had led on in the past.
It took several days before Julian worked out what had happened and he nurtured his gift over the next few months becoming the college stud. That was all in the past now and it had led Julian along the path to debauchery, when he had discovered the power of shame he could hold over the women he corrupted he had taken to videoing everything and then presenting each one with a copy of what had transpired and the added subtle threat that he had the originals on his laptop and how easy it would be to release them onto the internet.
He had taken to wearing completely black clothing giving him an air of mystery and not giving his name, all part of his mysterious demeanour.
Then he saw his intended target arrive with a group of friends and sit at a table a few feet away from him, he just watched as they had a couple of drinks then he sent drinks over for the whole table, he averted his eyes as one by one they looked around to see who their benefactor was, that is until Miss Conservative began to look around, he caught her eye and held her gaze and raised his glass in acknowledgement and patted the seat beside him thinking his message to her, "You want to come and join me, tell your friends you will be perfectly safe."
He watched and waited as she spoke to each of her friends in turn and indicated she was leaving them, then picked up her glass and began to walk towards him.
Julian St. John watched the party girls come into the select night club in their droves, each one out to catch the man of their dreams for the night. So obviously dressed to say they were available with their shorts skirts, long nylon clad legs and plunging necklines displaying themselves like cattle.
Normally, Julian would have picked one, two maybe three women out and wined and dined them knowing that they wouldn't be able to resist him once he had loosened their inhibitions. In the morning they would make their way home in the walk of shame clutching the CD that contained the images of their night of debauchery. Images that they would either treasure or dispose of in disgust at how they had allowed such things to be done to them. Tonight however, was different, Julian had a specific woman in mind, not just a type, although he had a penchant for naive but intelligent redheads with nice firm, shapely young bodies, no, this was a specific woman he had heard discussing with her friends in a local coffee shop, their plans for that evening's entertainment, a group of them were going to celebrate a birthday at The Kazoo nightclub. This woman had piqued his interest when she had stated that she would dress conservatively as she was not looking for a man as she had just broken up with her boyfriend for constantly pressuring her into doing things in the bedroom that she wasn't comfortable with.
Julian had a gift that most men would die for, a gift that he had discovered by accident that he had several years before. There had been a girl at college that every boy there lusted after including Julian, the thing was she knew it and teased everyone with her body and led them on to thinking she was about to spread her legs then she would say 'No, what sort of girl do you think I am?' In short she was a cock teaser. It happened one night at a college house party and this girl as usual was surrounded by college boys all hoping to get in her panties. Julian had been sitting alone and his eyes met hers and a power seemed to surge from them as he thought to himself 'Come here and talk to me'. Almost immediately she excused herself from the crowd and came over and sat next to him, 'I don't know why I'm here but I feel compelled to come to you, what do you want?' From that moment on she was his, all he had to do was think of something and she would do it. By the end of the night she was no longer the college tease but the college slut, giving compensation to every guy she had led on in the past.
It took several days before Julian worked out what had happened and he nurtured his gift over the next few months becoming the college stud. That was all in the past now and it had led Julian along the path to debauchery, when he had discovered the power of shame he could hold over the women he corrupted he had taken to videoing everything and then presenting each one with a copy of what had transpired and the added subtle threat that he had the originals on his laptop and how easy it would be to release them onto the internet.
He had taken to wearing completely black clothing giving him an air of mystery and not giving his name, all part of his mysterious demeanour.
Then he saw his intended target arrive with a group of friends and sit at a table a few feet away from him, he just watched as they had a couple of drinks then he sent drinks over for the whole table, he averted his eyes as one by one they looked around to see who their benefactor was, that is until Miss Conservative began to look around, he caught her eye and held her gaze and raised his glass in acknowledgement and patted the seat beside him thinking his message to her, "You want to come and join me, tell your friends you will be perfectly safe."
He watched and waited as she spoke to each of her friends in turn and indicated she was leaving them, then picked up her glass and began to walk towards him.
