Eroticus
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Spike
It was nearly midnight when I glided around the corner onto a back street in a quiet part of town. I cut my engine and lit up a Camel. Across the way I saw a leather goods store and realized that I knew the owner, Cher. She sometimes showed up at biker parties. We had never connected personally, but by her attitude and the way she dressed, she may as well have been carrying a sign that said “you can fuck me if you can handle it”.
I swung my six foot two 220 pound frame off the bike and crushed out the cigarette under my worn boot. I threw my leather jacket over my shoulder and walked over to the store in my sleeveless black T-shirt. A series of tattoos painted both arms. The source of my nickname bulged visibly from the front of my jeans. My rugged face was partially hidden by a short beard and mustache with long scruffy black hair that hung to my shoulders
I could hear female voices through the door. It didn’t sound like they were playing Bingo, but it could have been the TV. Cher was either “entertaining” another woman or watching a very interesting video. I looked through the window and saw a light on in the back room. Otherwise the store appeared quiet. I thought about knocking but instead I picked the lock in a few seconds and tiptoed toward the back...
OOC: Looking for, at a minimum, someone to play Cher and at the most two other ladies and a gent. I’ve purposely left the characters and storyline open to see what develops. PM me with your ideas. If I get a lot (or any) replies, I’ll choose those that sound most interesting and pick up the storyline from there. Open pretty much to anything but violent torture, unwanted abuse and male-male sex (yes, I’m a hypocrite… love two women together but can’t get past my homophobia).
It was nearly midnight when I glided around the corner onto a back street in a quiet part of town. I cut my engine and lit up a Camel. Across the way I saw a leather goods store and realized that I knew the owner, Cher. She sometimes showed up at biker parties. We had never connected personally, but by her attitude and the way she dressed, she may as well have been carrying a sign that said “you can fuck me if you can handle it”.
I swung my six foot two 220 pound frame off the bike and crushed out the cigarette under my worn boot. I threw my leather jacket over my shoulder and walked over to the store in my sleeveless black T-shirt. A series of tattoos painted both arms. The source of my nickname bulged visibly from the front of my jeans. My rugged face was partially hidden by a short beard and mustache with long scruffy black hair that hung to my shoulders
I could hear female voices through the door. It didn’t sound like they were playing Bingo, but it could have been the TV. Cher was either “entertaining” another woman or watching a very interesting video. I looked through the window and saw a light on in the back room. Otherwise the store appeared quiet. I thought about knocking but instead I picked the lock in a few seconds and tiptoed toward the back...
OOC: Looking for, at a minimum, someone to play Cher and at the most two other ladies and a gent. I’ve purposely left the characters and storyline open to see what develops. PM me with your ideas. If I get a lot (or any) replies, I’ll choose those that sound most interesting and pick up the storyline from there. Open pretty much to anything but violent torture, unwanted abuse and male-male sex (yes, I’m a hypocrite… love two women together but can’t get past my homophobia).
