The Club

[Suave Intent]

Corruption, greed, lust; all of which existed within the psychological boundaries of the human mind. Dictated by their desires, each person could be found with at least one of these attributes associated with them. Consequently, it was to be concluded that most people were tainted with all three aspects. Yet what would happen to a being who truly comprehended this situation? Someone who accepted these traits, and someone who embraced them openly. Such a man did walk the realm of existence, and in doing so, he had forsaken the very foundations that God had bestowed upon man. Screams of the damned cried out from just before the Gates of Hell; pained warnings that one of their own had escaped the fiery depths and was now walking amongst the innocent lambs who were completely ignorant of his true intentions. Soled boots embraced the cobblestone path as calculated movements carried him within a series of ethereal motions. Where the lust for power and strength once burned within viridian pool, there was now only a vacant ebony that captured any images within its everlasting depths. No longer confined by the Laws of man, he would indulge upon raw impulses to satiate his wicked needs. Obscured obsidian fixated itself upon the seedy establishment before him. Crimson-tinged flesh caressing into a deviant smile only to continue within endless pools. Baritone vocals soon passing the barrier of his lips as he spoke to no one in particular.

"Yes, this place will do nicely."

Hushed footfalls advanced his form towards the Strip Club before an abrupt stop halted the flow of liquid movements. A mental sigh taken as he took sight of the barbaric, testosterone-injected bouncers who guarded the Club from junks and perverts. The overly muscular man asking for the club-fee, while a simple bill was furnished forth. It wasn't exactly as if he wanted to start a scene...yet. Lopsided grin soon devoured pale lips as his form was greeted with a rush of smoke, dark lights, and loud music. It had been far too long since his presence had graced such an establishment, and it was exhilarating to be back. Ruggedly good looks would quickly drew the attention of a nearby waitress. The anorexic girl offering a ditzy smile as she attempted to flirt with him, jutting out her chest and swaying her hips in a seductive east-to-west manner. None would work for him, for he didn't want such a slut to even be close to him. Left appendage arose heavenward, spideresque digits running through sandy blonde curls before he took a seat nearest to the stage. One last attempt taken by the girl as she exposed a vast amount of cleavage, and offered her number. A flash of ivories was all that greeted her as the paper was taken politely, only to be strewn about the floor a few moments later. He wasn't here for her, but he hid it well. Devilishly charming visage soon turned towards the stage as the DJ announced the next dancer with great zeal.

And here she is Gentlemen! The one, the only...Angel!!!

The irony was beautiful. Demonic blood flowed throughout his veins like wildfire. The mere mention of her name sent delicious chills throughout his entire body, and now she would finally be his...


OOC: Finally started thanks to my beautiful Angel!

 

[SexyAmber]

Angel

Her name was called and she heard it, a deep breath was drawn through parted tiers of luminescent cotton candy hue. An in the instant the tempo of the music lifted to a strong bass she appeared through the strands of silver that blocked her visage. To behold her was nearly overwhelming, a natural beauty of heavenly proportions. Her caramel flesh glistened with the oil and glitter that shone in the club’s lighting. And apropos for her name, she wore a pair of pure white lace panties, and a feathery pair of angel’s wings held by two tiny straps to her slender shoulders. A laminated halo was atop her golden mane. Her delicious breasts were bare, the dusky nipples only about the diameter of a quarter but so succulently pink and aroused. Her face was that of an angel, pure and celestial, crystalline eyes of the palest lavender. An audible groan could be heard in the crowd of men when they first laid eyes upon her. She was the unconquerable one. The one they feared to touch, as if, her beauty could be polluted.

She was a contradiction of terms as she preformed, her body so utterly sensual and sexual, yet that face was maddeningly heavenly. Purity and Sin collide in her very presence. Her body moved to the music with animalistic instinct, her fingers teasing her glossy flesh slowly before melting to her hands and knees, The perfection of her ass held high in the air, golden tresses dragging on the tiles like hundreds of serpents as she crawled. And those eyes of smoldering amethyst seemingly glowing in the dim light. The angel’s wings of her costume and the halo radiated against the sun streaked color of her flesh. Full tiers of vermilion tainted with her serpent like tongue dragged slowly across their fullness. A snap of her head sent her mane flying to whip lightly on the sinful arch of her back, and then her eyes met those familiar orbs of devilish intensity in the dark crowd.

 

[Suave Intent]

Long time...

The moments of anticipation were well worth the wait. It had been far too long since he had seen the delicious morsel before him, and he couldn't help but contain that predator-like grin as it devoured against crimson pair. Every aspect of her movement cried out wanton desires intertwined within salacious intent. Sable pools captured every motion she made within eternal depths, saving the images so that they would be forever memorized; a momento of her past self in which he hoped to dissolve. But what was this? Something wasn't quite usual with her routine, and he soon caught hint of it. The delicate Angel wings, the radiant halo, and the invitingly attractive reflection of copper-toned skin did little to hide that she had left her breasts bare. Hmmmm...This wasn't a common phenomena, and he couldn't help but feel a tinge of arousal surge through his body. The coral-tipped nubs were erect and begging for the touch of a masculine figure, one that he hoped to portray before the night's activities were over. However, once her eyes caught sight of his own, it was like he was transported to another dimension. In those brief moments which felt like an eternity, all that existed was he, and her. There was now no doubt within his mind why he was so infatuated with her...why he had to have her.

Pushing away from his seat near the front of the stage, he soon felt the weight of his body placed back upon soled boots. Right hand delving into the pocket full of bills within his pocket as the green currency was soon proffered, slipped into that skimpy undergarment she wore upon her lower body as a flashing smile was also offered. Although the action was quick, there was no mistaking that the bill was a $100, for he never gave her anything less than $50. She would also know that such a large denomination was hinting that he wanted more, in the form of something a little less...public. He did love their private sessions, and he missed it when she would grace him with the gyrating of her hips, the bounciness of her flawless breasts, and the touch of her sweet lips. Oh yes, the no touching policy never did apply for him.

 

[SexyAmber]

As she danced upon the stage, her hips gyrating sinfully, men’s fingers grazing her tawny flesh to tuck the bills in the scant bottoms she wore, she watched him out of the corner of her lavender gaze. The lesser dancers drawn almost hypnotically to him, working their bodies into a lustful fury for his attentions. He rose leaving a mere puddle of them near him, and his confident strides moved to her, his gaze intent on her as his destination as she stood towering him upon the high stage. She whipped her head back, a slow rake of her fingernails down the curve of her taut tummy and across each delicious hipbone. The strands of platinum mane danced upon her oiled flesh until he was before her.

His demanding digits barely a touch against her flawless flesh as the $100 was nestled in her g-string, her blazing amethyst pools drew to his face as her hips arched to receive him, for a brief moment her teeth captured her lower candied tier as their eyes met, his cunning smile released an enchanting smile on her silken mouth. The music slowly ended to the loud applause that broke her gaze from his and she winked toward the crowd and with that trademark sway of her hips she walked from the stage to disappear behind the glimmering curtain once more.

This was customary, each girl would do her act, retire to the back to “freshen up” and change then go into the club and solicit private dances from the men in the club. There were several “chambers” to the club. A basic room of lap dances, not a costly affair. And for the more affluent the lush room of pure mahogany velvet with huge lush couches and a bartender. There was no need for a bouncer as this would offend the elite guests.

She walked from the back area after changing, a scant white dress that was like a skin against her own, only purifying further the angelic features she contained, and that body of a temptress. Coral peaks pressed to the sheer material and the silhouette of her g string. Her spell binding gaze met his as she walked across the floor, seeing a waitress shameless flirt with him, a coy smile crept upon her pout and she walked to the bar, awaiting him. The topless bartender handing her a glass of champagne. This was their routine.

 

[Suave Intent]

It always puzzled him, why the other girl girls would continue their incessant flirting. Every time he came there was no variance within his routine. He would show up, pay the bouncers, then gain admittance. One whorish waitress or another would see him to his seat, and a plethora of lesser-known strippers would ambush him that very moment. Given that he always did come in wearing a rather nice ensemble of clothing and left good tips, such nuisances grew annoying and tired out. An ever-present grin remained upon lush pair as he watched the remainder of Angel's dance, a slight sigh emitted past aforementioned pair as her act was completed, and her sweet ass departed from the stage. Taking his seat back at the front of the stage, he wasn't even given a single moment's rest as the waitress returned. Flirtatious and bimbo-minded, the girl posed no entertainment to him and he was soon just lost within his thoughts. Interested facade left upon his face as a series of nods and "Mhmmms" were ensued. Would someone save him!?! And just as that question had been formulated within the furthest recesses of his mind, his guardian Angel would arrive.

Emerging past the silvery strands located to the immediate right of the stage; an ethereal beauty pressed through the crowd adorning her customary white dress. Yes...Virgin white did appeal to the girl, and he knew why. Silhouetted against the form fitting dress, one would notice the apparent lack of a bra, and the very slight outline of a delicious G-string. A lift of ebony was quickly delivered to the waitress as he gave her the money for his drink. Leaving a generous tip so that she would be content and just leave him the Fuck be. Leather boots were soon embracing against the Club's cold, stone surface as he moved with fluid-like grace towards the Bar. Taking a seat directly towards Angel's right, his neck was soon shifted and gaze would fall upon her. Wickedly deceptive smile caressing against crimson-tinged skin as a flash of pearly whites could be seen. Yet the lack of color within vacant depths would even have her wondering...

Calling out against the backdrop of loud music, his voice was somewhat raised and louder than usual.

"It's been a while, Angel. I've missed seeing you..."

Left appendage extending slowly as it moved daringly upon the taut skin of her thigh. Spideresque fingers gently caressing against the generous expanse of flesh as he continued to look to her without a hint of shame. He had always been forward, but never this brazen.

 

[SexyAmber]

She sensed his scent first, and then she felt his skilled fingers creeping up the confines of her scant dress and over the sleek flesh of her toned tanned thigh. Instantly he knew the reaction he could invoke in her and the tiny nubs of her nipples erected into tiny jewels. Her illuminating gaze, now turned to silver as her gaze often shifted in hue as his caresses went more boldly in the central strip club that she was accustomed. He was always confident and knew what he wanted but this was out of character for him, her gaze traveled to his hand, perhaps a tinge of curiosity. Then traveled to his commanding intense gaze at the sound of his voice.

"It's been a while, Angel. I've missed seeing you..."


Then from scarlet kissed tiers that maddening voice, the voice that could be remember and lingered long after she spoke, was whispered.

“I thought you had run off and got married or something and your wife didn’t let you out.”

She smiled a teasing smile, her fingertips slithering over his hand and to his fingers where she laced hers and his hand was taken in hers, she laid her glass down and without another word began to lead him to the big spender room. She did not need to ask if he wanted a private dance nor if he could afford it. All eyes were captivated by the visage of them walking into the room. The men on her and the women on him, no doubt each of them holding fantasies about the duo. One of the new girls stopping them in their path, it was common for girls to try to steal each other’s regulars and accepted, almost as a competition and Angel didn't loose competitions. The girl paused them whispering in his ear before Angel interrupted and purred softly at the girl.

“he exclusively pays to see me’

And with a rather arrogant toss of her head she lead him completely into the room. The room lit with only candles on expensive pillars, one patron already in their receiving the beginnings of dance from “Raven” a dark haired stripper. Angel led him to the other side of the room, her fingernails dancing along his palm as she turned to him with a cant of her head. Something was different, perhaps that she just hasn’t seen him in awhile.

“Would you like something to drink to first handsome?”

 

[Suave Intent]

End of an Introduction?

Just as he had hoped, the ministrations upon her thigh had evoked a rather positive response. Coral-tipped nubs pressing tightly against the skintight dress she wore hinted at her own arousal, something he had wanted to see for quite some time, now. The smoke-filled room began to diminish his senses, and all that was clear was the siren-like voice which called out to him. A taunt? One that would receive some mild laughter, actually. Thin, crimson lips soon pursed into a slight smile as he allowed for the remnants of his laughter to remain upon otherwise stoic expression. Dark and handsome, he was quite the stereotypical rich male, yes? Not to mention that he had the ability to draw women to him like moths to a flame. However, Angel was different. Whenever in her presence, he found himself completely fixated upon her. Captivated, infatuated; any one of those words would have fit under the category. Soft, silken skin soon found his own as his hand was taken within hers, calloused fingertips providing a nice contrast as he was led towards the back areas of the building.

No more than a dozen steps had been taken before the duo was intercepted. Predatory gaze falling upon the twig-like girl before him as a simple yawn showed his disinterest. To attract his attention, it took more than a flowing bustline and tight ass. Angel knew that more than anyone else. Why else would she allow his antics to go unquestioned? Because she liked it!? Well...possibly. Besides the thousands of dollars he had already spent upon her, maybe she just liked him in response. A shake of his head was taken to dismiss such nonsense, the girl long gone and the path to the inner sanctums of this place now free.

A sigh of relief was taken as a wave of fresh air filled his face. Here, the music was subdued, the smoke was nonexistent, and the girls were much more...friendly. Calculated footsteps soon led him towards a nearby booth as he allowed himself to fall deeply into the lush upholstery provided. This was what he had come here for, not for the multitudes of dirty hoes that would have given him pussy for less than fifty dollars. It just wasn't him. He relished within the civility that she offered him, not to say the special services which left him breathless and wanting more. He was a voyeur, simple as day. Yet if her voice had been that of a Sirens, one would not have expected the deep and inviting tones that were emitted past his own lips.

"No...I'm fine, thank you. My God...you look absolutely ravishing. I wonder...if you're still as wild as you used to be though? Not many girls can retain such vigor after dwelling within this cesspool as long as you have."

It was a challenge, to say the least. He wanted to know if she could still turn him on like she used to. This was gonna be interesting. But wait...shouldn't a little more detail be given about our intrepid "hero?" It would be rude, if not. Adorned within custom-tailored cloths of charcoal-hue, he struck quite an imposing figure. Rugged good looks upon otherwise devilishly handsome visage with a sculpted physique that no one could miss. I mean, the obsidian colored shirt he adorned did contort to every sinewy muscle left upon his upper torso. Yet as for his lower body...That would be left for later, if she had done her job right, that is.

 

[SexyAmber]

She had never kissed a customer on the mouth, him included. It may be cliché but for her it was a fact, it was too intimate. In fact, she didn’t even know what he did for a living. He was obviously very wealthy, and perhaps the most handsome man she had ever seen. But this was business and he kept it that way but the attraction to each other was perfectly clear. Others had tried to get him as a customer but he was as unattainable to them as Angel was to the other male customers.


"No...I'm fine, thank you. My God...you look absolutely ravishing. I wonder...if you're still as wild as you used to be though? Not many girls can retain such vigor after dwelling within this cesspool as long as you have."

Her captivating gaze drew to him as she slowly slid the strap of her dress downward, lifting her arms and tangling her well manicured digits into her golden mane, the dress slithered down her sleek body of perfection until it pooled at her feet. Something was different about him tonight. She stood before him graced only in the g-string and her fingertips drew from her mane, sending it drip like honey down the dangerous slopes of her heavenly body. In her navel was a glimmering diamond and her fingers drew around it slowly as she canted her head and looked to him with a gaze of such pure seduction that most men would find it unbearable.

“Me wild?”, her lush voice whispered, she was now oblivious to the other couple in the room, though she felt their eyes on them. And with that she turned and lowered right onto his lap facing away from him, her ripe heart shaped ass dancing before his gaze briefly. She coiled back so her head was against his shoulder, her mane of spun platinum silk melting down his arm and chest as her body become part of him. The delicious small of her back arched, which sent her delectable bottom to smear against the crotch of his expensive pants, her hips swirling in small figure eights against him. Her head turned and her breaths were a constant molesting of his neck and his earlobe, soft moans echoed as she writhed like a charmed serpent against him. The dusky peaks of her nipples erect and pointing upward on the ample lush round mounds of her breasts and she arched more and more. Her caramel thighs spread slowly so her legs were outside his knees, her scent was all over him, the intoxicating scent of vanilla. Her hands danced downward and teased over her heaving breasts, fingertips plucking ever so gently her tightened nipples and her voice again called to him.

“I have missed you too lover”

and with that her lucious ass pressed harder to him.

 

[Suave Intent]

Daring...

Temptation seemed to find it's vessel, and that vessel was Angel. She was the embodiment of seduction and sensualness, the physical manifestation of all one's lusts and desires. A slight intake of breath was heard as she dropped the dress with nonchalant ease, and revealing to him what he had previews of earlier this night. Yes, that G-string was all that stood between him and his goal for this evening. But as for kissing...Alas, she had never given him the privilege of her sweet, lush lips. All too many times did he find himself daydreaming of those candy-cotton lips pressed tightly against his own, or wrapped around a special part of his body. However, as she took up position upon his relaxed form, all such thoughts vanished within a single moment. As aforementioned, she was simply ravishing. Sweet derrière swaying back and forth across the crotch of his pants as he watched her toy with golden strands of perfected silk. He wanted her, and as much was obvious from the noticeable bulge within expensive pants. In the back of his mind, he hoped that he wasn't making things too apparent.

"Idiot!" the mental voice chagrined him. He had forgotten why he had come here in the first place. Of course, Angel had been the sole reason why he was here, but he didn't come to watch her merely dance. He had plans to act out, and he couldn't allow for his pleasure in watching her move to corrupt them. However, just as he had focussed his mind and was prepared to act, that heart-shaped ass was pressed firmly into his ever hardening manhood. A deviant smile caressed against crimson-tinged flesh as he took advantage of this moment and placed hands upon her hips, pushing her tight against his crotch. Calloused fingers seizing her lithe form within a dominant grip as he leaned forward. Hot breaths raping against her sensitive flesh as he spoke within hushed, baritone vocals.

"I want to go somewhere more private then this, Angel."

He was definitely pushing the envelope, and one had to wonder whether she'd tolerate it, or simply ask the bouncers for his dismissal.

 

[SexyAmber]

"I want to go somewhere more private then this, Angel."

A definite warning sign and something that would never be considered. Except…she was curious, she was maddeningly intrigued by him. He was by far the most exquisite man physically she had ever seen, and he had money that was without question. She was cautioned at his behavior tonight, he seemed different but still the intrigue was eating away at any doubt she may have had. She was a smart woman, not one of these mindless strippers. Her luscious body coiled him, her body shuddering hearing that voice and the rape of his breath on her flawless flesh. His grip held her to his manhood, almost possessively those commanding fingers grasped the swells of her hips. Her intoxicating voice purred softly in his ear with her luxuriant French accent.

“Where? There are no private rooms here at the club?”

 

[WickedVixen]

OOC

OOC: (Great story going, it's good to see an actual plot instead of jumping into fucking. Hope you two plan on making this story last a long time with lots of twists and turns)

 

[Suave Intent]

Engaged within a game of Chess, it was now his turn to place his piece and gain advantage. The heat that the couple produced was searing, skin burning underneath his clothing as her own skin permeated the heat through her sheer nakedness. Where calloused fingers had indulged themselves within a possessive grip upon her delectable hips, one hand would deviate from its position to trail lazily across her nude body. Rounded fingertip caressing against each millimeter of her naked torso before daring to rest upon a lush mound of flesh upon her chest. Spideresque fingers expanding upon the delicate skin as he grasped it tightly, allowing for a simple fingertip to flick across her stimulated nipple. Lips? Where they had once been content to allow for heated breaths to envelope the skin of her neck, they now moved to allow for little kisses to trail across her exposed flesh. Occasionally, a nibble or two would be applied in an attempt to amplify the pleasure he was hopefully administering. Something was definitely different about our Dark and Mysterious stranger, and he wondered if she could tell. A whisper, barely audible over the other couple's music was soon expelled in between kisses. Tongue caressing against her earlobe before the words could finally be heard.

"Your place or mine, it really doesn't matter. I just want...something a lil' more secluded."

Eyes diverting towards the others within the room as he continued his brazen actions. Whether or not they were present for this breach of protocol, he could have cared less. He knew that the manager wouldn't DARE to interfere with his fun.

 

[SexyAmber]

your pm box is full sugar

 

[SexyAmber]

He was administering torture to her flawless body. His fingers so erotically skilled at how to touch a woman. His grip held her hips with possessive force as if only he could touch her. And the way his hand trailed down her body, he could tell by her arch that she was under his command, the way her coral peak stiffened at the most subtle of brushes. And his mouth was maddening as it trailed her wanton flesh. The Angel on his lap moaned softly as he continued his assault. She pressed down more sadistically against his hardness, he could feel the warmth eminating from her sex, her eyes closed as she rolled her hips against him. Her hands running up her body slowly in pursuit of his own. Many customers touched her, yet his touch ignited her and moreso this evening than any other. Something was different, it was if he was her creator and knew exactly how to seduce her. Without thought, and without thinking in her carnal journey she moaned softly.

“your place”

 

[Suave Intent]

Ugh...Why now!?

Heated moans and the grinding of her ass upon his prominent hardness made it clear that the calculated ministrations upon her body had not gone unnoticed; on the contrary, they were felt with great satisfaction. Lids soon hid peridot depths as a shiver of pleasure coursed throughout his body, originating from that one sensitive spot. It was now quite apparent that the initial move had been successful, and that further exploration was now needed. Idle hand upon her hip soon took the second initiative as it trailed in the opposite direction of its brother. Rounded fingertips dancing upon heated flesh as calloused skin caressed against her thigh, gently discovering each sinewy muscle down to her knee before blazing a slightly different route towards the core of her sexuality. If moves had been torturous before, the intensity with which he now held her would bring her to climactic proportions. Moving daringly against her scantily clad cunt, a single fingertip gently outlined the cleft of her delicious private area. As if the ritualistic kisses and nibbles upon her neck as well as the sensual tweaking of her nipple hadn't been enough, he continued to push the envelope. His own lap thrusting heavily off of the lush couch in an attempt to rub his manhood in between the firm cheeks of her derrière. Sultry words given in response to his previous remark finally edging into his mind. Between all that was occurring, all he could manage was for a deep sigh to be released. - Did he really want to give up this enticing position he now held? It was for the best, he reasoned. - Hands simultaneously stopped their actions upon her ultra-sensitive erogenous zones as lips gave their last caress against the flesh of her skin, twin pair of ivories gently coming down to signify their departure. Fingertips once again traced paths down to the position they previously held, gaining a firm hold upon wanton hips as he gently slid her off of him, and to his side. Once this had been accomplished, he HAD to move a single hand down towards his insatiable erection, gently easing it back into a more comfortable position as he arose to his feet. Brow slightly beaded with sweat as he offered a single hand to her in aid. Deep tones, somewhat haggard through his aroused state, finally escaping to a level just audible over the Club's music.

"Shall you get dressed before we leave? Or are there other things you must attend to before we depart..."

You could tell that he hated to have had to give up the position they were embraced within but moments ago; however, he knew that if things went well, they would be in a far better situation. The fire within his eyes told as much...If she could tell.

 

[SexyAmber]

(Look, I have tried to respond to your pms but you box is always is full)

 

[Suave Intent]

::Blinks.::

I have not a Message in my PM box.

 

[SexyAmber]

Re: ::Blinks.::

I have not a Message in my PM box.

you have to clear out your sent ones then, it is full

 

[Suave Intent]

Hmmm...

Oh...I..see.

::Bitch slaps himself for his utter ignorance. Profusely apologizes as he notices near 100PMs in his out box.::