Orgy Fest? *wicked grin*

[Savage Kitten]

With this thread I hope to include any and eveyone who wishes to "play".. please feel "free"

with your sexuality and "jump" in any time you wish

The setting is a private underground nightclub, (which everyone here is a member of), where fetishes and fantasies roam wild and are explored openly. Come dressed in your sexiest wildest attire, but be prepared to be stripped of everything, including your inhibitions

The only thing I ask is that the introduction of your character begins with their entrance of the club and a description of their attire

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Tara smiled at the sexy bouncer who escorted her through the obscured entrance of the club. She noticed the way his greedy eyes devoured her body. The shiny black latex clung to her body, sculpting her breasts into creamy pillows of flesh.. accentuating her pettite waist while molding her long, firm sexy legs. The long spiked heels clicked lightly on the floor as she neared the scantily clad bartender.

"I need something easy on the eye while devishly wicked to the pallete", she purred to the waiter, "and while your at it, get me a drink, please"

"My break is in 30min", he said with a wink, handing her a brilliantly blue concoction

Tara turned to the room. Sipping her drink, she scanned the room for possibilities.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
In walks Jordan wearing a black trench coat, a white tee shirt, and black leather pants. He has a smoke held tightly between his lips as he walks to the bar, giving Tara a nod then looks at the bartender. "Double shot of whiskey." He says with a dry, deep tone as he sits on a bar stool. He scratches his whiskery chin and neck with a sigh. His whiskey is set in front of him and he snaps it up in hand and downs it quickly.

 

[Earthgoddess]

Gabriella stalks in and devours the room with her eyes. Her body gleamed from the hyssop oil that fragranced her,echoing her musky arousal. The chain mail top showed her tattoos to a keen advantage,and accented the curve of her breasts. The thigh high suede boots hugged thighs firm and ripe. Her leather thong barely covered her mound,and the smoothly shaven skin glistened. Moving to the bar she requested a shot of Peppar Vodka,then smiled at the others. Tonight had many possibilities for pleasure

 

[Guest]

RainDog slips on his black wraparound shades and moves towards the door. For a moment the bouncer seems to want to bar his entrance, looking our dark-haired anti-hero up and down with the hint of a condescending snear.

The man doesn't seem to appreciate da Dog's all-black leather ensemble. He gazes down at RainDog's scuffed leather boots and shakes his head. 'By invitation only,' he growls.

Time to use one of my Jedi Mind Tricks, thinks the Scot, smiling wryly to himself. He lowers his shades and looks at this hulking human obstacle, with still, clear, unblinking green eyes. 'I'm with chain-mail,' he drawls.

The bouncer's face screws up into a puzzled question-mark. 'Say that again?'

RainDog nods through to the tatooed babe in thigh-high boots standing by the bar. She glances at him and he gives her his smile.

The girl smiles right back at him.

Seeing this exchange, the bouncer shrugs his shoulders. 'Ok, buddy... but I get one sniff of any kinda trouble and your out, you hear?'

'Sniff away,' says Raindog, brushing past the irritated muscle-man.

'So,' he says, moving towards the chain-mail vixen, 'That's an interesting costume. What's your name, naughty girl? And, where the hell am I?'

 

[AUSSIE IMPREZA]

Rick pulls up to the curb and steps out of his gt2 porsche dressed in light colored pants with a black satin shirt and a pair of pair of stainless framed sunglasses, hands the bounser his keys with a c-note and tell him to park it somewhere safe.

i walk past the crowd queing to get inside and take my sunglasses off as i walk down the steps. stopping just before the bottom to scan the room, i see alot of people i know.

i walk thru the crowd towards the bar and askes for a shot of there finest whiskey. just as i sit down i notice tara from across the room i walk over to introduce myself.

 

[Earthgoddess]

"Thank you for your generousity,however I do not recall asking you to purchase a libation for me,"sarcasm oozed easily over the soft full lips and her accent was difficult to place. Taking the vodka, from Rain Dog she suddenly downed the entire glass, without flinching.Her head thrown back so that he could watch the lights from the bar reflecting off the muscles in her throat constricting as the alcohol flowed down.
Leaning forward so that his skin was tantalized with the juxtaposition of cool metal and hot skin,she surprised him by lifting his hand to her mouth. Her pink lips parted and her tongue snaked forth and licked, no tasted his fingers. Her eyes were hypnotic as her mouth delicately worked on his hand, each finger being nibbled and sucked upon. "Now sir I believe I have reimbursed you for the vodka, would you like to buy me some absinthe and see how I thank you for that. I take mine with sucre and water and you..."

 

[Hecate]

Talea stepped out of the shadows – the long black velvet dress clung to her body, the deep neckline accentuating her full heavy breasts and slim waist, the sleeves were tight till the elbows and widened considerably towards her wrists. The dress was closed down the front with what seemed silver hooks – each of them different, showing the ancient symbols of the medieval witches. The last clasp was sitting just right to let the dress fall open with each step she took with swaying hips, revealing seemingly endless legs with firm thighs that met just in the shadows of he black velvet – all promise and nothing revealed.

The black outrageously high heels with the ankle straps made clicking noises as she now entered the club, passing the bouncer who opened the door for her with an appreciative smile. She stood and looked back to him – considering - the train of the medieval style dress curling at her feet. In the dim light of the neon signs the she seemed a Creature of Ages Lost, reappearing out of a midnight lake of some mystical land.

She gracefully climbed down the stairs, hips swaying and legs flashing through the open front of her dress, the little silver pins that held up the piles of raven curls on her head catching a flicker of light here and there. She walked towards the bar – and after a short exchange of words with the barkeeper her slim hands with the black long fingernails closed around a goblet of heavy red wine, that lazily clung to the glass. She took a sip and while she slowly, deliberately licked a drop from her full ruby lips she let her eyes roam the club.

 

[ShyGuy68]

The long stretch Limo pulls up in front of the hidden entrance to the club, and the female driver, dresses in a see through black dress with only skimpy underwear under neat, steps out and open the passenger door. Out steps the Mystery Man. The bouncer let him in, because he knows that he’s a long time member.

The Mystery Man is dresses in a black Armani tuxedo with a blinding white shirt, black bow tie, a black high hat, an exquisite silver tipped cane and a black scarf with holes for his eyes tied around his eyes.

As he walks into the club, his eyes wander around the room and hee recognize several of the ladies there. Some of the ladies he recognizes are Tara and Gabriella. There are also several women there he hasn’t seen before. When the different women sees him, he nods and tips his hat for them, behaving as the gentleman he is in daily life.

He walks up to the bar, next to a stunning lady in a black dress who’s drinking a glass of red wine. The bartender has seen him coming, and without hesitation he have opened up a bottle of the special Champagne the Mystery Man have on stock there. He places it in a cooler and sets it and a glass in front of him.

After the Mystery Man have poured himself a glass of champagne, he turns around to the stunning lady, and lifts his glass in a toast to her.

 

[Xander]

Cole pulls up behind the strech limo, in his black Humvee.
The bouncer eyes him for a moment, letting his eyes wander over his outfit.
A long black leather jacket, deep blue shirt, black baggy combat pants and a pair of black trecking boots.
The bouncer lets Cole pass. He sees a lot of regulars already there, and heads directly for the bar.
Standing next to Jordan he hails the bartender and says.

"Hey, can I get a double Cap Morgan spiced rum, and a Bud."

The bartender places the drinks in front of him, and Cole grabs the glass of rum, and takes a sip.
He turns around and lets' his eyes feast on the many beautiful girls present this night. Especially Tara and Gabriella catches his eye.

He smiles, this could still turn out to be a very good night.

 

[Guest]

The bouncer checked Jack's new membership card suspiciously, reluctantly letting him in after asking, "Are you sure you belong here?"

When Jack entered he realized why the bouncer had asked. After seeing the other patrons, his satin shirt and pleated kaki pants made him stand out like a dandelion in a rose garden.

His friend Kate had suggested that joining this club might be good for him. "You need to learn to relax," was her suggestion. He decided to take her advice after his girl dumped him because he was too "whitebread". Ouch, that hurt.

He ordered a beer, found a seat in a dark corner and decided to try and be invisible for a while.

The women were intriguing, no blue business suit stereotypes here. If he was going to stay a member he didn't want to make a bad first impression.

 

[Guest]

'So, Gabriella,' says RainDog, gently brushing a stray strand of her hair from her cheek. 'What's that you're drinking?'

'Peppar Vodka,' she says, throwing back the last of her drink and handing him the glass.

'Peppar Vodka, eh?' says the Scot. He draws the dark shades from his eyes and slips them into the top pocket of his black Italian leather coat (Bugatti Leathers, Edinburgh - very reasonable at £165). 'Sounds great. I'll have the same.'

He's sees the sudden spark of anger in the girl's eyes, and feels his heart beating hard in his chest. There's something wild about this woman - an animalistic energy. Great pair of legs, too.

'Buy your own, ScumDog, or whatever your name was,' she says, a mischievous smile, curling her pretty lips.

RainDog laughs out loud. 'Never does work, that line.' He shrugs his shoulders and places her empty glass on the bar. 'Two Peppar Vodkas,' he says, turning to the mildly-amused bar-tender. 'Ah, what the Hell! Make them doubles. Seems like a night for being a little crazy.'

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Looking up from his third whiskey Jordan sees some mystery man toasting a drink to the one he had been waiting for this night. He scowls as he stands and walks over to the two of them. "Talea... Who is your new... Friend? I don't think we have met, he and I..." Jordan scratches at his beard again.

 

[Savage Kitten]

Tara's dark red lips curled into an enticing smile as Rick approached. She thread her fingers thru his as he held his hand out to introduce himself.

"mmmMMM", Tara hummed deep in her throat, bringing Ricks fingers to her lips. "I've been waiting for you", she whispered against his fingertips.

 

[Hecate]

Taking another sip of the ruby liquid in her goblet Talea eyes the well clad man standing next to her, intrigued by the mystery radiating from him. With a smile she raises her glass and in silent responds to his salute, their eyes locking over the rims of their respective glasses. She could not remember having seen him in the club before ... and he sure was mysterious... and she sure was a woman to not let a mystery pass undiscovered .

Just as she is placing the glass back on the bar counter, she hears a voice from behind:. "Talea... Who is your new... Friend? I don't think we have met, he and I..." turning around, her eyes turn a shade darker with instant smouldering heat and passion ... Jordan! With a deep full chuckle Talea smiles at him and blows a kiss on his cheek - lingering a tick longer than necessarry. "Jordan - I would love to introduce you but .." her dark sparkling eyes now once again wander to the mysterious stranger..."I do not think I have had the pleasure of being introduced yet..." and with this she reaches out, offering her hand like a princess to the stranger, a gesture of sheer cool elegance ... while invisible under the bar her hips are not at all ladylike grinding against the body of Jordan.



[This message has been edited by Hecate (edited 05-06-2000).]

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
Taking pleasure from Talea's outer hip pressing against him Jordan extends a hand to meet the mistery mans own before hers. He smiles a crooked smile and says: "This is Talea, the lovely, I am Jordan... What might your name be sir?..." Jordans hand clasped the mystery mans first and most obviously tested his strength like a stag would its competitor for its mate.

 

[ShyGuy68]

The Mystery Man takes Jordan's hand and return his firm handshake without showing any pain, and giving with the same power. "Due to the social status I have in this city I go by the name Mystery Man, or simply MM, you may use either one. And what name can I use when I addres you sir?"

He then pulls his hand away from Jordan, turns to Talea, and takes her hand in his. And after he have kissed it he says "Good evening miss, it's a pleasure to meet you. May I inquire to your name?"

 

[Azwed]

Az comes around the corner the the engine of the 69 camaro making a pleasent, low
pitched rumble that you can feel down to your soul. The solid black camaro may look like a 69 out the outside but no longer. Underneath the 30 year old body and frame lurks the drivetrain of a new Corvette. The bouncer watches the beautiful black Beast come down the street and knows what is gonna happen he does it almost everytime he comes to the club. Always one to please Az drops the 6 speed manual from 4th to third and puts the pedal to the floor the huge back tires breake lose and he whips the car around in a perfect powerslide. The Beast moves sideways into a parking spot that seems way too small yet it always fits just right. Az hops out of the beast and walks towards the club his long black trenchcoat whips around his legs as he walks. The tight white T-shirt shows his chest in great detail. He slips the keys of the Beast into the pocket of his black jeans but then thinks better of it and hands them to the bouncer. He says, "You see any cute petite things in leather go get me and you can take the Beast for a spin". The bouncer just smiles. Az knows how much he likes that car and know he would do anything to get to drive it. Az looks at the reflective finish of the door running his hands throught the slightly curly dark as midnight hair to straighten it out some. He walks through the doors choosing to keep the trench on after all the coat and the Beast are his signitures. The bartender sees him coming and already pulls out a bottle of absolut citron. Then pours a shot of Gold Schlager. I take the shot of gold always invigorates me for the night ahead then pour some of the absolut into a glass to sip. Thinking to myself "Damn no black leather hmhhh black velvet, black latex no leather whats the world coming to where there are no beautiful women in black leather at a swingers club." Content to just sit at the bar for a few minutes I have a another sip of absolut hoping the bouncer will turn up somthing for me.


[This message has been edited by Azwed (edited 05-06-2000).]

 

[Guest]

The bouncer attracts Az's attention and motions towards the curvacious image of seething femininity that has just glided into the club - long fiery-red hair dripping down onto smooth milky shoulders, ocean-deep blue eyes like sparkling azure crystals, glazed crimson lips and a generous helping of button-busting cleavage. This babe musta been molded into that outfit - the shortest, blackest, shiniest leather mini-dress Az has ever seen. And Az has made sure to see a few in his time.

As this Goddess in thigh-high leather boots pads into the club - kinda like a predatory panther - Az opens his mouth to speak.

The redhead presses a single finger to his lips and shakes her head. 'Save it, pal! I only eat fish.' She looks around the darkened room and arches an eyebrow. 'Hey! What kinda swingers' party is this, anyway? I'm the only babe wearing the regulation shiny black. Looks like I'm gonna hafta get nekkid and lend one of these sugars my apparel for the evening. I do like to see my ladies dressed in leather.'

She pat's the speachless Az playfully on the cheek and wanders off to explore the room.

[This message has been edited by roger simian (edited 05-06-2000).]

 

[Guest]

'Yo! Silvija. What you doing down here, you naughty tramp? Thought you were moving to Europe.'

Swinging round, Silvija K stares at the guy in the leather coat and the black wraparound shades. He's holding two glasses of a mysterious clear liquor.

'Hmn,' she says, biting her lip, 'Velvet Underground glasses, scuffed boots, a hint of stubble on the chin, Scottish accent. Mr RainDog, I presume.' She pulls the shades away from his face and nods. 'Yup! Thought so. You owe me a hundred dollars still, pal.'

RainDog nods, a sombre expression on his face. 'Yes. I do. I meant to call you about that yesterday, actually.'

'Well, I'll just be having these,' says the redhead, slipping his glasses onto her own face. 'And, what is that stuff you're spilling all over my sexee new boots?'

'Absynthe,' says the Celt. 'See the gorgeous woman over there by that Picasso print?'

'Which one, babe? They're all gorgeous. And it's a Modigliani, by the way.'

'The one in the chain mail top and the leather thong.'

Sylvia sees her alright. As she studies this exquisite woman - now staring right back at her - she breathes in deeply through her nose and feels that all-too-familiar tingle in her belly. 'Oh, ya.'

'Well, I'm not even going to tell you what she said she'd do to me if I bought her one of these.'

'Really?' Silvija tickles a finger absent-mindedly down her throat to her cleavage. 'So, how do I go about buying a bottle of this absynthe stuff, sugar?'

 

[Jasdf]

Jasdf stubmles in the door, wrapped in a long black trenchcoat and wearing a pair of cheep shades. Hesitatingly, he shows his membership card to the bouncer and slips in. He slowly walks over to a deserted corner and slips off the trenchcoat and sunglasses and puts on a pair of thick glasses (without them he's blind (It took him 3 tries to find the club)). With the trenchcoat gone, everyone could see that he's wearing a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt with picture of the Linux penguin on the front.

He had only come here on a dare, his girlfriend had bought him a membership and then dared him to go. So far they had been faithfull to each other except for the one time when she had convinced him that they shoud try "sharing" a girl they were both friendly with. He had been too freaked out to enjoy it, so she had sent him here to loosen up. Unsure of what to do, he ordered a Mountain Dew.

"A Mountain Dew?" said the bartender puzzledly. "I guess I can do that, but don't you want something a little stronger?"

"Nope, I never could handle alcohol, If I drank even a glass, I would loose all my judgement and inhibitions."

"I thought that that was what people came here for. Well, whatever you like." The bartender got the drink and walked off shaking his head.

As Jasdf sat sipping his drink, a dominating woman got up and started twards him....

 

[Ravenloft]

Jordan:
"My name is Jordan, MM..." He says as he taps his hand on the bar. the bartender comes over and Jordan oders another whiskey then looks to Talea and MM, asking "Would you two like another drink as well?" He looks back to the bartender, saying. "Set them up with whatever they want." Returning his eyes to Talea, Jordan smirks a little. "A mystery for you m'lady... No doubt you find him hard to resist... The curious kitten that you are. Hah."

 

[Azwed]

OOC
Well done roger. Touche.

IC
Not used to being left speachless i must come up with some quick witty comment. "Lady if i had a dime for everytime a women said they were of the female persuasion only i could build another Beas and that car cost me a small fortune. Everyone has a Bicurious side you just gotta know how to coax it out." The sexy red head turns not used to being talked back to only nods and gives me a slight wink with a raised eyebrow. I chuckle and refill my glass of absolut.

 

[Earthgoddess]

As Gabrielle examined the exchange going on at the bar between Raindog and that woman she shook her head...She would be shocked to actually have them have real absinthe. She fondly remembered the deep licorice taste of the liqour,( distiled from the oil of wormwood,balm mint,hyssop,fennel,star anise and a high-proof brandy)and the other wordly chartuese color as it swirled in the glass.
She surveyed the rest of the club, thrilled to see all the long black coats and the boots. This was as it should be, strong men in cloaks and boots, beautiful women displaying all their best assets. The familiar hunger began to rise, and she tasted the slight coppery taste of her own blood. Quickly she lapped at the nick her canine had made on her full lip. "Damn ,"she muttered and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Her blood quickly congealed and she licked at the now healing spot. Where was that male with her drink, scanning the quickly filling room ,her eyes stop at a handsome man drinking a plebian drink-a Bud?

 

[Spydyrr]

Staash enters the bar rather timidly. He was here to meet someone. He didn't now who and it was dangerous for him to be seen in public. He was dressed fastidiously in tight, black velvet slacks and a white, long sleeve, frilly, Victorian silk shirt. A tailored red fronted vest with black black was all that hinted to others his trim muscular features. Expensive black leather boots came between himself and the floor and a small black "Hudson Hawk" hat kept the wind from his brow. He wore petit oval spectacles, clear, with red-tinted lenses that flipped down over then. The lenses were round and even smaller than the glass behind, presenting the image of sharp red eyes when peering at you.
"It would have to be disguise enough", thought Staash. The rose on his lapel would be enough to draw his secret conspirator to him.
The bouncer took his card without a word, glancing awkwardly at him. Did he know, thought Staash worriedly. Not possible. He calmed himself and was led to the bar. Dahlwinnie Scotch was his drink and fortunately they served it here. His orders were to wait in this club until he was approached. And so, wait he shall...

[This message has been edited by spydyrr (edited 05-07-2000).]

 

[Spydyrr]

Staash glances about. Some interesting looking people here alright. The liquor seemed to have gone immediately to his head and he decided to exchange the barstool for a seat at a table. If he wasn't on assignment, he would certainly be chatting the local, but... Perhaps business will end early tonight and he still could. Though in his business, he may end up doing the same anyway.

[This message has been edited by spydyrr (edited 05-07-2000).]