The Wild Party

LosingFaith83

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Check the OOC thread I am about to make for more info.
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Roan stood in the corner after, sipping at his beer. His hands tapped against the glass to the song that was being played, Pantera- Cowboys from Hell. His black hair was cut shorter than it ever had been, but he was told it looked better. In the dim light not much mroe could be seen except his white dress shirt and Dark brown Khaki pants. The swirling lights were beginning to give him a headache, but he ignored it as these parties were his only chance to ever meet anyone.
 
Jennifer approached the club slowly with a lazy but Swift walk. She wanted to be cool and was trying very hard to hide her inexperience with the club scene. The waiter at the restaurant at her hotel had told her that the "Purple Delight" was a great place to party and meet people. Here she was and there barely a line up though it still was early.

Normally on business trips, Jennifer didn't do this type of thing. Her husband back at home would freak out if could see her right now. She was dressed in a sexy leather black mini-skirt, with a tight lacy white blouse, and wearing three inch black leather high heels. Her blouse had the top three buttons undone and her ample D cleavage was very noticeable. The big black bouncer had smiled at her and quickly waved her in.

At the entrance, she had been assured there was no cover charge for the ladies and the drinks were still half price for another hour. She walked in the club looking for trouble and adventure. Here she was far from home, living a fantasy, and trying to get some club/bar experience that she had missed in her late teens and early twenties.

No one in this club would guess she was 32 and a professional accountant. Tonight, her long auburn hair was down and loose, and reached to the middle of her back. She was a pretty white woman, about 5'6" in height, and weighing 112 pounds. Normally she was shy and reserved but before heading out, she had downed several shooters for courage.

The clothes she wore tonight were brand new. After tonight she would throw them out so that her husband would never know she went out partying at a club. She wasn't sure what would happen tonight or how far she would or could go if she met someone.

Jennifer walked to the bar and sat on a bar stool by herself. The man behind the counter smiled at her and she politely asked him for a white Russian. She paid the bartender and eagerly accepted the drink. Nervously, she took a sip and giggled nervously as the drink flooded through her. It felt good.

It was only a sip, but Jennifer decided it was time for a quick stop to the ladies' room to check her make-up. It took her a few minutes to find it, and only a few more minutes to brush her hair just right, and to reapply another coat of hot pink lipstick.

She hurried back to the bar, never realizing how stupid it was to leave her drink.....
 
He shuffled through the crowd of patrons, like a sea of flesh parting as he walked, he moved with unnerving grace towards the bar, he looked down from his haughty standpoint as he bumped into a female moving from the ladies rooms, the movement of neck length deep brown locks only roused slightly as his cheeks turned towards her, the hint of a fine cologne was the scent around his form, his fingers slipped upwards and tickled the stem of his black shades, lowering them slightly to look at her, if she had looked up, her orbs would have gotten lost in a sea of emerald, even in the crowd his eyes were soothing before robbing her of the vision with the replacement of the shades upon the bridge of his nose.

He gave her no words but offered a soft smile, the curl of thin lips pressed into his cheeks as he started to move off, his body slipping in with the crowds, all she could see was the chiseled rounds of his bum cheeks as he slipped back into the sea of dancing people to the bar.

He sighed to himself, as he slipped into the seat, a short night he predicted, looking towards the tender, a gruff man, he knew for years by coming to the club…

Nodding at a short joke and offering a gentle laugh as the tender poured him his usual, he could see the female he ran into earlier take to her seat once more.

Dress in the simplest of cargo jeans, maybe a bit to baggy around the legs, topped with a white shirt, interesting in fact, the piercing in his chest could be seen quite clearly, no, his nipples were pierced, but the top part of his chest, right below his collarbones, right thru the flesh, two three sets of bars could be seen, one three pair on each side, the rest of his form was quite chiseled, swimming a preferred hobby and weight lifting was seen in how he walked and how he looked…

He couldn’t have been over the age of 22…
 
Roan watched the lady enter and though she was the one he was waiting for. He nodded to himself slowly and started wlaking to the bar, making his way through the crowd. He frowned and stopped as she walked away, but he continued towards the bar as he saw her sit down after a few minutes. He sat down next to her and ordered another beer. He leaned ont eh counter and looked at her. 'Hey, a little early for someone like you to fit in this place, isn't it?' He asked with his best smile, marking the statement as a joke. He nodded as the 'tender handed him a beer.
 
Jennifer felt her nervousness coming back as she looked around the bar. The men seemed to outnumber the women about four to one. One good looking guy in cargo jeans sporting a rugged casual look had passed her. Though handsome he seemed a little young. But just maybe he's interested, she wondered to herself as she sipped on her drink. She hoped he'd make a play.

Suddenly, a second man moved across the floor and sat beside her. From movies she figured this was a good thing and maybe he'd strike up a conversation. She promised herself to try to be witty, funny and charming at the same time. To her disappoint he ordered a beer and she figured maybe she had guessed wrong on his intentions. Seconds later he tuned to her and spoke in a friendly fashion with a smile:

'Hey, a little early for someone like you to fit in this place, isn't it?'

"I'm just visiting on business...." Jennifer started to explain but caught herself as she realized that might not be the brightest thing to be telling a strange man at a dance club.

"Hey you want to dance?" Jennifer asked quickly as she heard one of her old favorite songs starting to play.

"Stairway to Heaven.. I just love it" Jennifer added as the slow classic song rang through the dance club.

Jennifer sensed his surprise but grabbed for his hand to pull him to the dance floor. When she got to the dance floor she pulled him close and placed her arms snuggly around his shoulders and pressing her soft pillowy breasts against his chest. :devil:
 
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Candi.....

Candi sighed. It was going to be one of those nights. But hey, in this line of work, every night is one of those nights. Candide normally stood about 5'6", but the six inch platform heels that come standard with the job made her a towering 6'2". This often came in handy as she could see her targets clear across the joint. The uniform was a fishnet white shirt that responded fantastically to the blacklight, a tiny black pushup bra exposing far too much of her tanned 36C's, and tiny white hot shorts that left her rounded lil' ass cheeks hanging out for all to see, or grab.

Tucking her tray neatly under one arm, she made her way over to the bar. It was still early so there were only a few people in the bar. Some regulars she recognized, and a few she did not. She shimmied her way along to the music until she came to the tall gentleman with the shades. She approached him as if she knew him. Well, she did work here after all...

"Hi? How are you tonight? What are you drinking?"

Without waiting for a reply, she continued on, a bit louder in hopes to catch the attention of the volumtious woman further down the bar.

"What's that? You want to buy every lady in the place as many drinks as she can handle tonight? Unbelievable..."

Candide continued to make a scene with the regular, her voice growing a tad louder as she gestured her arms, drink tray in hand.

"That's a pretty high tab, but I know you're good for it...okay got it, every girl, as much as she can drink."

With a huge smirk on her face, she bagan to walk away, very slowly...
 
Ah Candi, always good for a laugh, of course he could handle the massive amount of money she was asking, in fact, pulling the bills from his pocket, he dumped a wad of hundreds on her tray, his head cocked slightly, looking to her, his fingers slipping to shi shades and lowering them just slightly, know she always fell from his sea green eyes, his lips pressed against his cheeks as he grinned up to her and turned slightly in his seat to fact her…

“Should handle it…?” she could feel his cooling breathing roll softly across the hill of her soft exposed breasts, his grin pulled slightly tighter as he leaned in and threaten to kiss her with passion stung lips, but tormenting her nonetheless with the echoes of soft whispers across bared flesh, and still the press of lips never came, he lifted a brow and leaned back, allowing the black shades to fall back to the bridge of his nose.

He slowly started to turn back into his seat, his fingers curling around the sex on the beach enjoyed so much, and pulling it to his lips, chuckling at himself, he was never so lewd, and was usually very kind…

In fact hoping to entertain tonight, but the looks got the better part of him, enjoying the taut little bodies that came in, even the slightest movement sent muscles in his arm to flex gaining the attention of some and the want of others, but no, his sating of flesh filled cravings would have to wait, for he wanted to be the one being seduced this eve, not the seducer.
 
Roan let himself be pulled to the dance floor, actually glad he didn't have to take the lead with this woman. 'Stairway to heaven is a nice song...' He said as he quickly letgo of his beer at the bar. He was a littel confused at why she'd be dressed teh way she was if she was on business, but, she seemed anxious to be close to him.

He smield as she wrapped her arms around him, and did the same to her. Slowly dancing, in sinc (sp?) with her movements.
 
Candi strutted across the floor, shaking and dancing a bit here and there, but mostly working. She served drinks to almost every one in the bar. Her special drinks.

She thought to herself, This is the best part of this job. Then she smiled as she noticed the business woman and her companion make their way to the dance floor, leaving half full drinks behind.

Candi was only at the bar a minute, and you would have thought she was talking to the bartender. I mean, she does work here after all....
 
Aaron sat at a round table, by himself. He had just learned that he failed a class he paid three hundred dollars for. The red plastic cups swarmed the table around him as he picked up the next one and began drinking from it heavily. He wore a tight muscle shirt that displayed a video game character on it, and baggy khaki's at his legs.

His shortly cropped blonde hair fell into his eyes as he stared into his drink. College was so rough, he was not good at math at all, and it was beating the crap out of him. Yet he had to take the class because it was required for his profession. He looked around at the females in the club, and started to groggily calculate. He needed to get laid tonight, that would make him feel a whole lot better.
 
Jennifer danced slowly to the sweet romantic sound of "Stairway to Heaven". Dressed so sexily, she felt younger, freer, foolish and wild. She clung to the strong man, she had grabbed from the bar to share the moment with. She long auburn hair hung softly across her shoulders and down her back. The soft lights from the dance floor back light her hair.

The man had barely spoken during the long slow song. She had pressed her breasts against his chest, but he barely seemed to notice. The dance itself seemed to barely get his interest. Then it dawned on her that maybe the man was gay. In her experience, a lot of the best looking and best dressed men were gay.

No loss... At least I enjoyed the dance Jennifer thought secretly as she opened her eyes and now actively glanced around at other men in club. She spotted another young guy who looked like a college kid.

Just maybe right for a one night stand... Jennifer mused secretly. As the song ended, Jennifer dropped her hands from his strong shoulders and took a step back.

"Thanks for the dance" she smiled politely, then turned to head back to the bar. Her walk was a sexy saunter, that caught the attention of more than one man in the club.....
:catroar:
 
Aaron's hungry eyes watched the woman saunter away from her dancing partner and towards the bar. She didn't have that bad of a backside, he mused to himself. He would have tried to approach her but he was afraid he'd end up looking like a jack ass he was so full of liqour. He didn't even know if he could even walk straight.

He watched the play of her legs below the mini-skirt and smiled to himself, imagining it thrown on the floor and those legs wrapped around himself. Then his eyes moved upwards and he set his sights on her breasts. "Damn.." He whispered to himself. She was beautiful, he had initianally come to the club just because it was the first spot he could see to get drunk at.

Now he was thinking of alterior reasons it was a good idea to be here. He wasn't much of a club type, hell he wasn't even much of a social type. He wrote in his spare time, and when not writing he was staring into the glowing surface of a computer screen.

Thoughts went through his mind of whether he should approach the woman as she sauntered over to the bar.
 
Roan coughed soflty, wondeirng if he had done something completely wrong, and quickly caught up to the woman. He lightly laid a hand on her shoulder. 'All I get is one dance? I didn't even get your name. And In case I forgot, mines Roan.'

Maybe she likes more talkative men? I thought woman liked ot dance int he quiet... Roan was completely confused as he wanted for her reply.
 
Jennifer was taken aback and visibly shaken when a hand from behind grabbed her shoulder. She turned quickly and was surprised to see the rugged man she had just finished a slow dance with. He spoke in a tone that really pissed her off as he told her:

'All I get is one dance? I didn't even get your name. And In case I forgot, mines Roan.'

"Well.... Mr. Roan... I'm Jennifer.... I didn't remember promising you anything....." Jennifer replied in her professional bitch like tone.

"Is that what men do around here? Grab ladies like that?" she spoke a little louder hoping that one of the other men at the bar might come to her rescue. She'd heard of fights breaking out over women, especially when men had too much to drink and only a tiny excuse to start fighting.

:devil:
 
Aaron watched the verbal fight between the two start up, and then watched in dismay as the guy moved in on her. He suddenly filled with hope when he saw her jerk away and decided he had better move in if he wanted any chance with this chick. The liqour was deffinatly getting to him, normally he'd never look for trouble like this, however now it seemed the perfectly natural thing to do.

He approached the two and put an arm behind the heavy chested woman comfortably. "Hey guy, I think Jennifer here has decided she's seen enough of you tonight." He rambled out, not thinking of the trouble he could be in, in a matter of minutes.
 
Jennifer saw the man approaching from the bar and was secretly pleased that he looked like he was going to intervene. She took a quick step backwards to move out of his way as he seemed to be barreling forward and looked a little tipsy.

Probably a nasty drunk... But one willing to defend her.... Jennifer thought secretly as she continued her charade of being outraged by Roan's behavior.

"You dance with someone once at a bar... and he thinks you owe him.... I bet you know how to better treat a lady" Jennifer said in a coaxing voice to the intervening man.

The stranger from the bar, cut the conversation in half as he announced:

"Hey guy, I think Jennifer here has decided she's seen enough of you tonight."

Jennifer smiled, as this kind drunk had just raised the stakes in the poker game with Roan. She secretly hoped the two men would start fighting it out.

I'll take a few more steps back... Find my drink... Enjoy the fight.... Jennifer thought secretly. She had no idea that someone near the bar had been tampering with her drink. :cathappy: :heart: :cathappy:
 
Candide smiled her evil smile as she saw the well dressed busty woman take a sip of her untended drink. She began to approach her and move in for the kill when she noticed the tension between the two men arising. She looked around for the bouncers, and not seeing any she stood firm in her corner watching the ensuing drama.
 
"A hero.... Who said chivalry was dead?" Jennifer smiled in delight as she returned to her seat. She was expected a show. In the back of her mind, she was considering buying her hero a drink and seeing if he was worth her time. It was the devil in her that made her giddy as she figured the guys would start punching it out.

Jennifer saw the waitress is the tight revealing outfit pass her by. She smiled at the woman more in pity than in sisterhood. The waitress was hustling her ass for tips, something that Jennifer knew she herself was doing for free. Back at the barstool, she took a big sip of her drink and then polished it off. Seeing the bartender was away, she signaled to the waitress for another.

"Another.. please" Jennifer asked almost politely. :eek:
 
Another...please...

The words sang out behind her. Candi had been doing this job for years, no matter how loud it was or what was running through her mind, when someone asked for another drink, Candi heard them. She spun quickly around on her spiked heels and tossed her hair flippantly.

Saunteering over to the young woman she extended a drink from her tray.

"I see you have earned a tad more attention than you can handle - this drink's on me. I'll go get you another, you're gonna need it."

She extended a pink coloured drink in a clean glass. It was as cliche as any one young lady could be. Candi caressed the words out as she handed over the drink, "Sex on the Beach. Bottoms up sweetie..."
 
Roan's eyes grew larger as the scene unfolded. He had just wanted to know her name. Hadn't wanted anything else and didn't want this. "What..." was all he could mutter as Jennifer backed off and a drunk approached him.

"Look. 'Sir' I think you're to drunk to know wether she 'has seen to much of me' or if she just wanted a scene. Which, I think is the problem here.' He looked over the man and winked slightly at Jennifer, knowing that she wanted a fight. And, maybe if he could deliver, she'd deliver later that night.

'So, Either you get out my way, and leave us alone the rest of the night, or I'll knock the drunkedness right out of you.'
 
Aaron snorted at Roan for some reason he was a bit too confident, however it didn't seem to register in his mind. "You'd have to be a moron to not get that message from her." He said back at the guy, he started to sway but caught himself again. "Now you can either start knocking my drunkedness out of me, or leave." Aaron nodded to finish off his half-hearted threat. Things were just not registering his head for some reason.
 
Jennifer was a little surprised but secretly delighted about how crazy things can get when people start drinking. Somehow common sense and civility get thrown to the wind. This business certainly would give her secret memories of how exciting the world was outside of her innocent tame world.

The waitress was amazingly fast, as she ever so efficiently handed her a drink.

Between her outfit and her service this gal must do amazing for tips... Jennifer decided as she pushed back a stray strand of her long auburn hair. At times like this it was a nuisance for as she leaned forward it had a tendency to cascade down the front of her face.

The waitress seemed friendly yet worldly as she offered candidly:

"I see you have earned a tad more attention than you can handle - this drink's on me. I'll go get you another, you're gonna need it."


Jennifer wasn't sure exactly what the waitress was warning her but her head now did feel a little funny, but being an inexperienced drinker she just assumed it was the alcohol kicking in. Truth was it was the little extra pills that had been added to her drink when her back had been turned to her drink.

"Oh thanks" Jennifer smiled at the waitress, and dropped some coins on her tray as a tip. The pink colored drink looked pretty so Jennifer took a big sip as she assumed it wasn't very strong as the waitress announced:

"Sex on the Beach. Bottoms up sweetie..."

"Wow..." Jennifer announced as the drink burned its way down her throat.

"What did you say that was?" Jennifer asked in an almost giddy voice. Her face was now perspiring and the pupils in her eyes were going crazy. It was probably obvious to the waitress what was happening.

In the background Jennifer could hear the men, but she couldn't really make out what they were saying. In fact, everything in the bar sounded a little wonky.....

"I think I need another" mumbled Jennifer to the waitress.

:cathappy:
 
Candide chuckled a little as she scurried away from the sweet looking business woman. She was back in a flash leaving her customer to wonder how she managed those heels so well.

She smiled as she handed the lady a bottle of water - with a sealed cap.

Keep this on you sweetie - you never know who might be touching your drink around here....

Candi trailed off as she extended the bottle the entire distance between their bodies. She touched the cool bottle to the nape of the woozy woman's neck. It was cool, not cold and surely felt fantastic in her enibriated state.

For a moment, the men were forgotten as Candi held the water in one hand and brought her other to the woman's face, sweeping her hair out of her eyes with a soft sweet gesture.

Finally she put the water on the bar and extended her hand saying politely,

Hi, I'm Candi, and you are?
 
"Oh .. thank you..." Jennifer replied as she watched the waitress bring over a nice water bottle. When the waitress warned her about leaving her drink unattended all she thought was:

"Why would anyone touch my drink? They should just buy your own... Hey... Where are all the guys... They're supposed to be buying me the free drinks...

She was feeling giddy, silly, and goofy.

Jennifer was surprised when the waitress gentle brushed her with the cool refreshing bottle. It was The heavenly as it's cool touch helped to calm her racing body. Even more surprisingly, the waitress helped to brush her long hair from her face in a gentle sisterly like manner

"Thanks... for your kindness... and the water" Jennifer replied slowly as she struggled to line up her words in her mushed up brain.

The waitress went to the next level as she introduced herself:

"Hi, I'm Candi, and you are?"

"Well..I'm... I'm Jennifer" Jennifer slurred.

"Boy... it's getting hot in here... " Jennifer added as her head limped forward before she caught it. Her body was feeling really weird!
 
"Oh Jennifer, you're looking a little pale. Perhaps it is too hot in here for you. We have a private lounge in the back with air conditioning and soft leather couches and an open bar. Why don't I show you where it is?"

Candi grabbed the woman's hand lightly and began to prance off to some unknown place - knowing in her heart that Jennifer couldn't help but stumble after. As she passed the men who had been about to fight over her she smiled and, almost inpercievably, gestured her head in the direction she was going.

As she passed the regular at the bar, who was running the evening's tab she stopped for a moment, never really letting Jennifer go, but extending a distance between her as she spoke quietly to the man.

I thought you deserved a reward for your generousity tonight. We're going to the private VIP lounge..care to join us?

Candi smiled wickedly and headed off, wondering just how many people would follow her.
 
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