Looking Back

[wildxfire]

IC: It had been fateful, that meeting...Fateful as my aging cronies and I sat at the small table, sipping our brandies in the cool morning.

Cronies? It wasn't the word used outside of our small circle. Colleagues was the respected communities label for us, as aging Professor’s of the University were labeled before they were set out to pasture. To bask in the sunshine of thier last few days...

We all laughed at that...The sunshine was too damn bright and none of us intended to die, after all we were the ones with the Nobel statues sitting at home on our mantles...the stacks of awards and recognitions for discoveries...inventions.... outstanding achievements each of them...

But there we sat...Defying our good doctors wishes thrice this morning, sipping at the aged liquors...in the cool of a dawning morning...and ogling the young women...

"You should be the one that creates the machine" They had decided...Voted on it and nominated me..."You will create the machine that reverses aging, restores our youth...gives us back the bodies we once had and so enjoyed"

I smiled and nodded my white crowned head, the few remaining pieces of hair falling over my eyes...

"If I were, then I would do more than just that" I yawned, tired already from the exertions of rising and chatting with my cronies..."I would isolate the qualities that make each woman attracted to the man...and find a way to transfer that as well as the youth"

We all laughed...Eying the young ladies as they swayed by us, we were remembering what it felt like to have that young swaying derriere beneath us, moving...pleasing...satisfying...

The morning session had ended, the chauffeurs loading us back into our cars...Some in wheel chairs...others helped carefully as they stubbornly hobbled on joints and bones too pained and aged...I was carried by my young friend...a large male who's presence I miss today...He easily gathered my dying body into his arms and sat me on the seat beside him...We had taken my sporster, a two seat affair that I enjoyed so much when I was younger...the wind moving thru our hair as we moved back towards my chateau...

"Drive fast, Rudolf...I have little time left and much to do"

A grin covered his tanned face, blue eyes twinkling as he gunned the accelerator and we flew over the cobblestones...

Yes, the meeting was fateful. It gave me the ambition to try for one more Nobel prize, add one more trophy to that crowded mantle before I died...To make sure my name and reputation were transferred into the book where legends were made.

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The experiment was a success of sorts I reflected, I stood outside on the bricked patio, over looking the cliffs and the water that crashed on the rocks below...I rubbed my strong hand over my wrinkle free face for the umpteenth time, a habit now to again attest to what I had accomplished.

I spun on strong legs and moved towards the doors, brushing the thoughts of human greed from my mind, telling myself that the strong preyed on the weak in order to survive in all worlds...

The sporsters engine rumbled to life, then purred at me as I feathered the throttle...No Rudolf to drive me now...sacrificed as the first of my tests, laughing and smiling as he always had...gone now and probably waiting in hell for me to come...

But not today, It was good to be alive...I grinned as I hopped out of the coupe at the curb in front of the club...





"Nice car man" The young woman purred at me "How about a ride?"

"Ask me later and I'll give you the ride of your life" I teased back, letting my hand slide over her bare midriff as I moved by her, admiring the full curves of her youth.

I moved inside with a bouncing step, my strong legs carrying me to my table on the second floor balcony where I could watch, choose...before I joined the throng of bodies on the dance floor.

One would come to me tonight...and we would drink...dance...then return to my chateau and I would give her that promised...final ride...

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Looking for a partner, PM me please with your ideas, questions and if you wish to play...

 

[Charlotte K.]

OCC: Taking over character as agreed.

Name: Isis Raven
Age: 23
Occupation: Child psychologist
Looks: Tall, sexy, black hairs, green eyes, like to wear short skirts and business tops/jackets, high heels.
Persona: passionate but reserved

IC:

I looked at my reflection in the car mirror and sighed. Why did I always manage to smear my lipstick like this? I pouted and took out my cosmetic bag that I always carried with me.

I would be the first to admit that I was fussy about my appearance but I hated when any thing was wrong. So I took out my lipstick and recoated my lips, after wiping off the first set of course.

I was happy to notice that my long hair was still holding in the large twists that I had put it in,

It fell all the way to my waist and was often a problem to manage, but my aunt had refused to let me cut it, saying that it was one of my greatest 'assets'.

I also knew that I was still kidding myself that I was as cool and collected as I wanted to portray.

I reapplied my blush and looked at myself and tried to smile bravely, this was the first night that I was actually going out by myself with out my aunt or one of her cronies tagging along.

I just wanted to have fun. I stepped out of my car and handed the keys to the steward at the door.

"Good night Miss,” he said politely, but I noticed that his eyes were still buried in my cleavage.

"Good night" I said softly in answer walking into the club and moving around the crowd of people and making my way up to the second floor.

I wasn't quite ready to face all of these people on a closer basis.

I was drawing quite a lot of attention, roving male eyes and jealous female ones, but I really wasn't interested.

I took a seat next to this gentleman who was admittedly quite sexy. Or should I say I took the table next to him. He looked so quiet and confident about himself. But then again, he exuded the aura of power and class.

I fiddled a little with my napkin and tried not to look at him and his body. I was trying not to analyze if I found him highly attractive our not, when my eyes careened up wards of his chest and meet with his smoldering gaze.

If a look could set one on fire then I would have been charcoal.

I blushed immediately, further embarrassing myself. I dropped my eyes from his like rockets and concentrated on the menu, mentally trying to regain control of my raging emotions.

When that was finished I looked up to find him still 'checking me out' and smiling broadly.

I blushed even deeper now and swallowed down some of the water in the glass in front of me and wished desperately that I would stop making myself a fool.

I wasn't a young schoolgirl with raging hormones and acne! But that man was definitely making into one.

It was a sin to look that attractive, all the women were drooling over him, so why didn't he stop looking at me!

 

[wildxfire]

I sat watching the crowd of young bodies, grunting...rubbing, grinding against each others thighs as the music throbbed thru then and the building surrounding us. It was invigorating, the feel...the smell...the sight of all that youth and the energy stored within them. I needed only one. One young body to make my own, a battery of sorts that I could tap into and slowly drain it's power into my own hungry frame. I was still looking for that one perfect body...when it seemed fate chose to deliver it to me...

Tall, dark hair and striking green eyes...She moved to the next table, sitting and crossing her legs causing the already short skirt to ride up even further on the well toned legs. A small purse was set on the table as she looked about, trying to act so posed...so self assured and almost making it...Her body was held perfectly, shoulders slightly back...Breasts tilted upward against the sheer fabric of the blouse, a small jacket laid over the chair next to her...But her eyes...they told a story of not being so sure...flitting from one thing to another...Checking out the faces and bodies of nearby people, as she did mine...It made me smile as she returned a second time to me, then a third and I turned my head to match her own gaze, holding it and taking in the almost jewel like quality of her eyes...and the passion within them.

I stood, feeling the strength in my new body and smiling...then bent and picked up the lip stick smeared dainty little napkin..no, monogramed handkerchief...

"You dropped this, Isis" I offered her the silken fabric, letting her reach for it and feeling our hands touch

"How do you know my name?" The voice pulsed from her throat, a low breathy thing that made me smile at it and the question.

"Not all of it really, Just the first name" I told her softly, letting my own baritone drop an octave, seeing her eyes widen as I held onto the cloth as she tugged at it gently. I nodded downward, drawing her attention to what we both held onto and let it loose. "It's on the corner"

Her eyes wrinkled in question, making her nose "scrunch" and giving her face a pixie like appearance for a fleeting second.

"Your first name, it's sewn into the corner of the hanky" I told her, our eyes level as I straightened, then stood offering my own hand.

"My name is Adam, Adam Green" I offered, looking down for the first time, taking in the full length of her as she looked up at me..."And I'd like to share a drink with you"

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OOC: Welcome Charlotte K. It's a pleasure to write with you

 

[Charlotte K.]

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Green" I was so embarrassed; trust me to forget that my aunt had insisted on putting my name on all my handkerchiefs.

I felt so awkward as the man sat down at the table and offered me a drink. I still could not meet his dark gray eyes of his that seemed to burn into my soul.

I shivered.

He motioned for the waiter to come to our side and he ordered a scotch for himself then turned and asked me what I wanted. Being with a man like this made me afraid to get drunk so I ordered a coca cola.

This brought a look of amusement to his eyes and I wondered if he was able to read my mind.

Watching him from out of the corner of my eye he struck me as some one who was rather intelligent, there was no doubt that he had the looks and the money.

As he was closer now I could tell that he was wearing designer clothes, which suit his body quite well. He was well muscled, blatantly strong.

The planes of his face were cut at sharp angles, which gave him a distinctly manly look. And the cologne that he wore drifted up into my nostrils and made me feel like I would want to swoon, it was so potent and musky, it said 'I am a true man'.

Thinking that made me blush and just then the waiter came up with the drinks. I was happy for the distraction.

I took the cool glass form the waiter.

"Thank you very much,” I said

"A toast " Adam said raising his glass.

I did the same and wondered what he would toast too.

"To Isis, the most lovely woman in the room tonight and perhaps the world may out friendship be a fruitful and exciting ride."

He tipped his drink back and I did the same with mine taking a long gulp hoping that it would cool my cheeks down. I wished that he would cease to try and succeed in flattering me.

I swallowed the liquid and gasped as it caused me to immediately feel like the world was spinning.

" Was this just coke? " I thought to myself. It sure had a kick.

"You are quite charming Mr. Green," I with some effort to keep poised.

"And you are quite beautiful." he said raising his glass to me again.

"Oh dear " I thought aloud, "he insists on flattering me.


"But I am just speaking the truth my dear Isis." he continued in that deep pulsing tone.

He just wasn't going to give up! I looked around to make sure that no one was seeing this, but most were too busy dancing. The movement of the tightly packed bodies fascinated me. I had never ever seen anything quite like it

 

[wildxfire]

Adam

"Isis is the name of the Goddess of Fertility, it fits you yet does you an unjustice...It should be the Goddess of beauty as well."

It pleased me to see her blush each time I complimented her, and made me wonder if her cheeks were the only thing that warmed at my words...

"I am new to this type of dance but can see the advantages of it, would you care to?" I offered, rising from my chair, hand extended. "One must take small pleasures where they find them, yes?"

I waited...Enjoying the beauty that sat in front of me, her breasts juting against the fabric, her green eyes looking up at mine...