Tits and Tats (Open)

[KylarNoel]

A sleazy pub in the seediest parts of a town. The entrance is guarded by Manny, a muscular transvestite who takes her job quite seriously. If she thinks you're good to enter, she'll let you in. If not, it's probably safer for you scram.

Inside, you'll find a well-stocked bar, a pool table and an array of booths. Posters with graphic sexual innuendos, quotes and human bodies in various degrees of nudity and/or varied positions of sexual intercourse litter the brown walls that emit a golden hue from the yellow light hanging from the rafters. Till 9 pm, the clientele remains moderately decent - workers coming in to drown their daily worries, grad students flocking in to score a one-night-stand or offer one, the occasional silent-mysterious type who're basically looking for a one-night-stand. But after the clock ticks past 10 and this crowd heads home, the more authentic, true-to-the-setting clients start coming in. Members of various street and bike gangs, men and women with dress code going from extremely revealing to non-existent, all start crowding in. The smoke gets heavier, the music gets crazier. The serving girls reveal their true colour, moving between tables to perform their 'extra' acts and parlour tricks. Their portfolio is pretty diverse, ranging from erotic to pretty-fucking-creepy.

The back-bar bathrooms gets busy, and not because of the usual reason. The lavatories are all outfitted with glory-holes where willing patrons (after paying a price) push their equipment through and enjoy the 'glory' of various 'holes'.

And hidden amidst this brazen decadency, a few individuals hunt for their nightly victims. And these creatures crave more than just sex. They crave for blood. They crave for flesh. They even crave for your soul.

Tags: Fantasy, Supernatural, Paranormal, Erotic, Demons, Vampires.

 

[KylarNoel]

Old haunt, new faces. The set of eyes skimmed the crowd with an air of disdain, writing off the majority as uninteresting, mundane. It wasn't really an extrasensory perception or a psychic power allowing him to see through a human's mind. No, it was merely experience - Experience honed through several centuries of observing, stalking and preying. Since he came in, he'd profiled thirty eight people. Thirty eight souls; sweetly corrupted, seductively warped brains hosting ideologies, dreams, hopes, revenge and despair. Like a new branch of an old chain of restaurant – you know how the food’s going to taste, but it still feels new. But right now, none of the 'dishes' were looking exactly appetizing.
He sat idly with a glass of scotch, turning it in his hand, taking a small sip now and then. Normally he wouldn't get bored this easily, but then again he realized he wasn't this normally choosy. On another night, he would have selected his mark by now. What could he possibly be waiting for tonight, then?

 

[incestsister]

Hidden in the dark, Kimberly stared at the entrance of the pub. She bit her lip while she tried to decide if she dared to go in or not. One of her friends claimed to have been there and to have left with a man... a real man, not one of those pathetic young guys that were in their class... and the man had fucked her for three days before she finally had been allowed to leave again.

Of course it sounded way too dangerous, and if her parents knew she was here, Kim would be grounded for the rest of her life. But they were out of town and she was old enough to make her own decisions. She continued to bite her lip until the hint of blood could be tasted. She shouldn't go in... but she could hardly let Lisa be the braver one.

The church clock struck 10 when she finally got the courage and walked to the bouncer. Dressed in a tight top, that still revealed a lot of her D cup and a skirt that reached half way to her knees, the blonde girl would surely draw a lot of attention. She wondered how it would be to get fucked by a real man... a man that knew what to do.

 

[KylarNoel]

Manny wasn't in the best of her moods. For one, she was bored - the book she'd been reading had run it's course hours ago and the ending wasn't to her liking. The protagonist should have died a horrible death within the first few chapters- she didn't think it was possible for someone that incompetent and unsure of himself would actually assume responsibility of the whole world on his shoulder, and follow through. Manny thought the writer had dragged the main character through the story, through dozens of mishaps - each leaving him more injured than before - sorely for the sake of completion. It was a safe bet that she wouldn't bother with the second book in the series. In fact, she had half a mind to ditch the entire genre of novel, especially those by the young authors.

If the book wasn't reason enough for her woeful evening, as night approached, she had to shoo away as much as seven underage kids from the front door. Now, even if her figure might give you a different idea, and listening to her voice might reinforce that notion, Manny was usually a good-natured girl. And she adored kids. Which is why she had tried sweet words with the first punk, a fifteen-something pale skinhead with a pork pie hat. The stupid boy thought she was joking, when she told him not to bother with a fake ID. He thought she'd be properly cowed when he'd gone and brought three more hooligans, all underage with skins having more tattoos than flesh and faces wearing a tough-guy look that was as convincing as a five star hotel sign in the middle of a favela in Brazil. They were probably still wondering what'd hit them as they were running for their lives 30 seconds after one of them had tried to muscle his way in. And to make matters worse, a seventeen year old with two girls in his arms had tried to push his way in by showing him the butt of a .38. His teeth still lay near the storm-drain beside the pavement.

First the idiot in the book, then the idiots in flesh and blood - one could sympathize with Manny if they knew her predicament. So a bitter Manny, sitting all by herself near the door, reading the first chapter of the book again to pass time and hating herself for it, gave her best 'Don't-fuck-with-me-tonight' look as the girl approached. She was going to tell her - pleasantly of course - to sod off, when she realized the girl was grown; at least grown enough to enter. Manny could clearly see the girl was working up her courage to ask for entrance. For a weird reason, Manny decided to like that. She felt the girl was cautious. And adventurous. She might survive the night yet. Arching her eyebrows, Manny ran her gaze up and down the newcomer, profiling her in flat 10 seconds and finally barked a wry laughter. "If they're fake, you're in for a lot of competition inside girl." With a gentle shrug of her shoulder, he motioned her to go in. And then the bitter expression returned to his lips, as she delved back in the crappy book.

 

[incestsister]

Kim had never really gone to a pub like this. She had gone clubbing with friends and then the bouncers always had been quite willing to let her and her friends enter. But those were the clubs with long lines in front of the entrance in the good parts of town. This place was very different, and the bouncer seemed very different. She wondered if she should just go in, or that she should ask if she could, so instead she stayed quiet and waited for a reaction from the bouncer.

The wry laugh startled her a bit and it took her a moment before she really understood the words. "No... they are rea...." But already the woman gestured her to enter, so Kim did. Carefully she made her way past the door, trying to get a good view on things. Part of her knew she was in over her head and that she should leave right away. But if she did, she would never forgive herself for being such a chicken. And Lisa would know right away that she had been a coward.

No.. she would have to stay here for a bit. If no one interesting was present she would leave after an hour... and if someone interesting was around... well.... she would find out what happened then.

 

[KylarNoel]

He was just about to drain the glass of scotch he'd been nursing forever, when he felt a subtle change in the atmosphere. It was minute, but the feeling was so different, such a contrast from the dull monotony of incessant human debauchery, every sense of his being geared up to high alert. Someone had entered the pub and caused a ripple in the tedious uniformity that had been building in the place. It wasn't really that the person himself or herself, by virtue of their personality or charming aura had brought forth this change. Rather, it was a good bet that this person, whoever they might be, had the same thing on their mind as dozens of others in the same room. Thoughts involved around getting drunk and getting laid. No, this distortion that he felt was a phenomenon for which he himself had no explanation.

Consider a matrix in a cosmic plane, a matrix which is filled with the all the probabilities of the possible actions a pub-full of people could perform on one night. Each strand of chance is a fluctuating entity, it has thousands of ways to spin itself. But if common actions were grouped under categories like 'sex', 'fight', 'drink', 'piss', 'vomit'....and so on....then the entire pub taken as a collection of occurrences, could only diverge in so many ways. Since probability was not a disjoint force, the matrix plotted thus would have a set of 'fields' rather than individual collections of lines, plotting the courses of actions that could be taken by, or events that could occur through, the humans in the pub.


This individual was completely out of this matrix. He didn't know what actions would this person perform inside the pub tonight, but the sheer fact, or rather chance, that it was probably going to be completely different from all the other unique but rote actions taking place, held his attention like a virgin seeing his first share of naked tits. Captivated, intrigued and mentally congratulating him for waiting so long, he proceeded to lay out a careful plan in his mind, subtle manipulations that he would start executing in short order in order to ensnare this delightful anomaly into his clutches. He knew as soon as the feeling struck, that the usual methods were not going to work. He would have to work on something very different, and very devious.

He almost started to rub his palms together in glee but stopped himself at the last moment. Such an unbecoming act was fitting of a five year old, not an ancient Atlantean Daemon.

 

[incestsister]

The words of the bouncer about her tits were still on her mind as she slowly glanced around and without any further reason her nipples hardened. And since her top was tight and made any bra impossible to wear, anyone that could see with this little light would notice them. The first glance was a bit disappointing as she didn't see anyone handsome or interesting. Of course that was no miracle as the handsome men wouldn't go to a place like this.

She made her way over to the bar and ordered a simple glass of wine, not sure of something better to ask for. She wondered if someone would approach her and how such a conversation would go. she was used to clubbing where she would just end up dancing with some guy before he tried to guide her to a more private spot. She wondered how a man would... 'play' with her.

She tried not to look too eager for attention, and yet there was little hiding she was hoping someone would approach