Unforgiven

[BLACK BART]

The frail young women breathed her last, and then shuddered as she died...Her nude body slumping in the iron shackles that held her against the wall.

"You were less than I hoped for" I cursed her bleeding form as I coiled the whip, slick with her flesh and fluids. "I hardly enjoyed that at all"

Cackling loudly, my voice echoed off the rock walls as I strode from the room, her death already forgotten as I planned my next conquest.

"Feed her to the dogs" I commanded as I climbed the ancient stairs."And call Miara for me, I am still hungry"

The zombie moved into the room behind me and I heard the rattle of the chains as he pulled her from it, knowing my words would be followed to the letter by the unthinking hulk.

"I need better than this, Miara" I scolded her as the connection was made, without waiting for the pleasantries "If you can't come up with two more suitable "meals", YOU will have to do"


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A tale of depravity, with a cast already chosen, hopefully we can make all who read our story shiver as they hang on each word...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

In all my twenty one years of life I was never so bored as I was tonight. My friends and family had gathered for my birthday, and here I sat out back on a swing set. I was too old for this swing set, but not old enough to be in there with the adults. They all talked of married life and children. Why didn't I stay at college?! Why did I let my mother talk me into returning here for the one birthday I should be out getting shit faced-falling down- drunker than a skunk and then laid!
I was in the city, I could go out still couldnt I? Why the fuck not! I planted my feet and stood up from the cold ungiving metal of my favorite toy as a child. It came back and smacked into my legs, causing a sharp pain. Wincing a little, I glared at the offending toy with hatred. It seemed to mark me as still a child. Not yet fully grown, according to my father. And not young according to my mother. They never agreed on anything except I was willful and challenging to raise and be around. Which was ture.
I was stubborn to a T and admitted it freely. I never gave up and never bent. I fought everything and everyone every inch of my life. Tired of it all, I needed an escape.
Grabbing up my wallet and my jacket, I just got it from Aunt Lucy, I left the yard and started walking. I had no intended destination, but there had to be a party somewhere. A bar, a frat house, a high school party. I didn't care as long as I got laid for the first time, and got shit faced for the first time.
I was tired of being the 'good girl'. I was sick of 4.0 grade average, and cheerleading and the class president classifications set in stone. I was none of those things now. I was a struggling freshman in a very big busy college in a far away city. How I missed it. I just barely got there and had to go home for this. I should be living large not running home.
The streets were empty and I was a little afraid, but I didn't let it show. Instead I held my head high and continued walking. Ahead of me I could see the main street coming into view..
Finally! A bar at last and it sounded pretty rowdy to me! Perfect.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Miara Duquesne

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"If you can't come up with two more suitable 'meals', YOU will have to do." I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair with a sigh, my head throbbing to the beat of the bass from the club as it filtered faintly into my office.

Jean Pierre and I had met ten years earlier. I had run away from home (if you could call it that) and was squatting down on the bayou with a bunch of homeless types. I was jonesing pretty bad and tried to hit him up for some cash. Instead, he hauled my sorry ass out of the settlement and showed me how to live. Really live. For that I owed him. And I would do anything to repay the favor.

From the sound of things in the bar, things were really heating up. I combed my fingers through my hair and headed out into the main room at the same time as a young girl came in the front door and looked around. Luscious. Not very confident. Perfect.

I turned around and re-entered my office, picking up the phone. "Bon soir, chere. Elle est ici."

 

[truthpurveyor]

Excellent thread, keep it up!

 

[BLACK BART]

I laid the phone down quietly, and then moved to my bedroom to dress.

A brilliantly white shirt, left open at the top three buttons, and a pair of tight fitting jeans above a pair of black leather shoes and I was ready.

Stepping into the cool, dark air I lifted myself and sped towards the inner city and where the club was hidden.

I could hear the music and feel the raw passion that poured from it as I landed on the rooftop, then strode thru the open door without a sound, amusedly using the heavy iron steps as I moved to within inches of Miara's sleek form.

"And which one is she, mon cheri?" I breathed into her ear, smiling as she jumped at my sudden appearance, an annoying trick I always delighted in. "Who is to be my first meal of the night, and are you sure she is alone, without family?"

Reaching into her mind, I looked into the direction she was thinking, and took a deep breath as I sighted in on the leggy woman.

"She looks like she has spirit" I agreed "It will be a pleasure taking it from her"

Sliding my hand to Miara's thigh I squeezed it brutally, then caressed it to her firm buttocks.

"I will busy myself with this one, and you will have number two for me by then, mais oui?"

It was not a question, more a subtle warning I gave her, and then another bit of news as well.

"I have invited another friend to join us tonight, you know who it will be...treat him with all the courtesy due as my second, won't you"

Moving thru the boisterous crowd, I sent my image ahead of me, the "male pheromones" directed towards the young, unsuspecting "prey" as I approached her...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

I sat down at the bar, flashing a big smile as the bartender came towards me. He looked me up and down, what he could see and asked for id. Handing over my license he nodded and gave it back.
"What'll it be?" I thought for a moment, I hadn't really ever drank anything hard before.
"Do you have a white wine?" he gave me a strange look but produced a small wine glass with what I asked for in it.
"Thank you." I paid him for the drink and sat back.
My eyes caught some action on the dance floor, couples grinding against the other and looking like they were enjoying it.
A few guys were laughing in the corner, looked like a bunch of business associates to me. Stuffed shirts like my Father, and no fun unless they were surrounded by younger female's, friends and beer.
I turned to my left and caught sight of a man moving my way. His eyes caught mine and held them captivated until he was standing right before me. I felt heat creep over my face and I managed to glance away. He said nothing at first, merely stared at me. Was he trying to make me feel uncomfortable? I wasn't too sure, but my eyes met his once again.
"C-Can I help you?" I cleared my throat, trying not to sound as Nieve as I felt.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

I glided thru the crowd, holding back on my aura as I approached her...not wanting to cause a stir or draw someone to me that I had no need of.

Standing in front of her I smiled, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled her essence, her body betraying it's nervousness, and it's excitement as well.

"Tell me your name" I replied, pushing my "aura" towards her as she looked up, and into my eyes.

*What a truly innocent woman* I wondered as I held her eyes and pushed my stronger will against hers *She makes eye contact with me, not knowing who she deals with*

She had broken an age old rule, for humans that is...never try to hold the gaze of an ancient being, for we use them as windows to the mortal soul...and will climb thru them to take possession of them any chance we can.

"And let us go to a quiet room, perhaps the Office overhead, where we can learn of each other" I added as she gasped as she "felt" my influence. "There are many things I wish to know about you"

*I would take her to Miara's office, and find out what I needed to know, cleansing her mind if she wasn't what I sought and sending her away. But if she was as pristine as she appeared, I would feed on her this very night* I promised myself as I moved a step closer to her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

"Kasey Brower." I answered without thinking, then my eyes darkened a little and my brows came down in a frown. Who was this man and why was he giving me chills? I shook myself, breaking eye contact. Then went right back to looking straight at him.
"Give me a good enough reason to go off with a stranger and 'get to know you'? And what kind of things are you really interested in knowing about me?" My look wasn't exactly friendly, I was used to being approached by strangers.
*too bad they don't understand waiting until marriage. Fucking loosers.* I sipped my drink, keeping myself calm and collected.
Everytime I looked in his eyes I felt as if I was bare naked and he was reading me like an open book. But of course that was stupid and rather silly to imagine.
I glanced over his shoulder at this beautiful woman standing in the office door way, watching us.
"Why not go speak with her? She's very attractive and mature." I thought the subtle hint would show him I was just not interested in him. But it was a lie and some how I felt he knew that also.
"Alright, lead the way.. But if you try anything I dont like.. You wont be a whole man.." It sounded tough, I was proud of myself. Besides I could take care of myself, it wasn't like we were alone in a house or anything. This was very public and very safe in my mind.

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

"Run" He says.

The young girl just stands there shaking.

"I said run!"

For a moment, the girl still does not move and then her eyes open wide in horror. Crying out she turns and starts running down the dark alley.

He licks his lips as he watches her. He can taste the fear coming from her.

She will make a good meal.

Giving the girl another few seconds, he drops his long coat and goes after her, the night air feeling cool on his hot naked body. He then breaks into the run, his keen senses zeroing on the scent of his prey.

She is near!

He is disappointed that she hasn't tried to get away but then again, the alley is a dead-end. Now with her being in close proximity, he feels himself becoming erect.

A small whimper to his left tells him that she is hiding behind a dumpster. With a growl, he literally sends the large thing hurtling down the alleyway, leaving his prey exposed.

Crying and huddled, she looks up at him, her eyes screaming out for mercy. The sight brings him to full arousal.

With a deep throated snarl, he launches himself at her, ripping the clothes off her body before pulling back, allowing her to scramble onto her feet and start running back the way she came.

She doesn't get far.

Feeling the blood lust cursing through him, he swiftly gets up and goes after her, throwing himself onto her back and bringing them both down.

He gives a loud cry of triumphant as he feels her struggling underneath, fighting back with all the strength and fury she can muster. But to no avail. With almost no effort, he forces her onto her hands and knees and a moment later is relishing her screams as he rips into her, the seminal juices flowing from his shaft easily lubricating the poor girl's vagina.

In the middle of the dark but not quite deserted alleyway, the unholy union takes place as he savagely takes the girl, plunging his large organ into her time and time again as his nails rips into her back.

This girl feels good!

Then, when he has had his fill of her, he rams into her one last time, using his incredible strength to force her to take him totally. By now, the girl can only groan out aloud. All her strength, all her fight is now gone as he ejaculates, his deeply inserted organ filling her with his viscid seed.

Finally he is finished.

With a wet slurp and a moan from his victim, he pulls out. Free from him, the girl, covered in blood, valiantly tries to get to her feet, possibly thinking that he has finished with her.

He hadn't.

Again he is on her, not even giving her the time to cry out as he rips into her throat, killing her almost instantly. For a moment, her body spasms beneath his and then goes limp. Then he starts to feed.

A stoney silence now descends onto the alley, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of jaws moving and of something wet flapping.

That, and the sound of footsteps approaching.

Instantly, he cocks his head up, his face covered in blood as he discerns who is approaching, ready to attack whoever it is.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Mr Viron." Said a man in a suit. In his outstretched hand is a mobile phone. "But it is that phone call you have been expecting. You did say I was to interrupt you."

"Yes." Michael Viron says resignedly. "Give me the phone."

He hates it when people ring him during dinner time!...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Miara Duquesne

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Blast him! He knew I hated when he snuck up on me like that. Even after all these years, it still jangled me.

I watched Jean Pierre from the doorway of my office as he approached the girl. Very nice, I thought. This one is feisty at least. I couldn't remember anyone having resisted his 'charms' for this long in quite a while. Our eyes met briefly as she looked up and I smiled before turning away. I had other matters to attend to.

Le Baiser Foncé was the largest of Jean's clubs. He had many, and other lucrative business holdings as well, but this was his favorite. To all outward appearances it seemed to be a busy corner bar with a fancy name, but to those 'in the know' it was more. Much, much more.

A guest, he had said. His second. Yes, I knew who it was. Michael. Michael Viron. I crossed the main room casually... stopping at a table here, whispering in an ear there, waving and schmoozing my way through the crowd until I reached a mountain of a man who was standing in front of an ornate wooden door.

"Evening, Bruno," I greeted him as he opened the door and stepped aside to let me pass.

"Miss D."

I grinned at the formality. He hadn't been quite so formal when I was riding his cock the other night, but he knew which side his bread was buttered on and kept his silence and thus, his job. I let my fingers trail down the arm that held the door as I passed by. "Later... "

The large room I stepped into was dimly lit and luxurious, a very different atmosphere from the one I had just left, yet it held three times the people. It was like stepping into another world. A world where time stood still and you were free to be yourself... No matter who or what you were.

I listened to the sound of champagne bottles popping and the musical clink of crystal flutes as toasts were made. The low drone of voices was almost hypnotic and the sound of the chanteuse as steamy torch songs bled from her crimsoned lips set the scene.

This is where I would meet Michael Viron. And attend to his needs.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

I reached into the recesses of her mind and carressed her gently.

"Kasey, you need to be careful who you hang out with" I teased her gently "For all you know I might be the devil himself"

Smiling, I offered my arm to her and nodded in apprecaition as she draped hers over into, giving me a "curtsy" along with an impish grin.

"I'd like to introduce you to a few of my friends tonight" I offered her as I led her towards the rear of the building, where a large, muscle bound man stood his eyes alert and ready.

"I will vouch for her, Bruno" I spoke gently as he turned and opened the nearly invisible door behind him.

"This is a private club, where a beautiful lady like you can celebrate with other people who'll appreciate you" I explained courteously as the door closed silently behind us. "You seem to be in need of a drink"

Nodding I drew the shapely waitress to us, her eyes looking to mine as she approached on silent feet.

"My usual, Marie and whatever my guest wishes"

Another gentle carress of Kasey's mind and I turned to look into her eyes.

"You will be safe and treated as a queen tonight, Kasey. I want this to be a night you'll never forget"

Offering her a seat in a velvet lined chair I waited until she was seated and then sat in the chair adjacent to her.

"You appear to be a wise woman, Kasey.What college do you attend? And what occasion brings you to me on this evening?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

"Oh but I am very wary of who I am around.. And I know in this public of a place you or any man wouldn't want to rile my temper. I make a real big nasty scene if I feel threatened" I smiled and gave him a sassy little wink as I stood and took his proferred arm.

I walked with him to the back room, eying the very large bulk standing before the door way. He looked a little stern and inspected me closely. I gave him a nasty little look that said "piss off." I dont take kindly to rude people. And he deffinately was one of them.

I turned and stared as a very beautiful waitress came and took our order. I asked for a coke and left it at that. Hard alcohol did me no good what so ever. I was feeling woozy already from the effects of the one wine.

"I am here tonight because my 21st birthday party was tonight, and my parents invited relatives and I felt 12 again. So I left to come out and have a little fun. I am attending college. Law school. Thinking of defending the innocent and putting away the bad guys. They all should burn in hell, why not help them along the way?" I smiled sweetly, but my eyes were dark. It was my passion. Defending the weak and helpless. Conquering shadows and beasts of a very real nightmare for some people.

With a will as strong as mine, I would and could do anything I set my mind to doing. I never said die and I never gave up. No matter what it costed me. I had always been that way since I was a small child. It was a given, a flaw for some, a talent for me.

I watched him sit to my left and turned a little to face him. He was attempting to read me again, I could feel it. Being the blunt creature that I am, I asked straightforward, "What is it you wish to know because you are trying to read me like a book and frankly you won't read me right. So? What is it that interestes you about me the most Jean?" I glanced up, the waitress brought our drinks. I thanked her quietly and sipped my coke, watching him try and figure me out.

This nice sensation came over me as if I should follow it and be lulled into giving in. I brushed it off and firmed up on my mind. I dont give in that easily, even to my own desires.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

"What I'm wondering is if the little girl wants to come play with the adults" I challenged and invited

"Or are you going to play "safe" and leave here without any of those dreams fulfilled?"

The young lady was correct, she had resisted my attempts to sway her emotions, and this was a factor that made her even more desirable to me.

Watching the flush that spread over her face, I concentrated and picked up her heart beating ever so much faster. I didn't need to read her mind to know she was interested, but I did need her to "accept" my attentions, it had become a point of honor that Micheal and I had argued over repeatedly.

*Just fuck 'em and then feed* He had insisted over and over *they're just meat for our plate*

"But a delicacy that should be savored" I would reply in light hearted sarcasm "One that should be properly aged and tasted, before consuming"

"Well, young Kasey...Would you like to make an old man happy and come meet his friends?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

I glanced at him and smiled, "Yes by all means Jean. introduce me to your friends. I would be honored." I rose from my chair waiting for him to lead the way. "There is nothing 'little girl' about me, but a nice challenge. Think an old guy like you can show this youngin' how to have some fun?" I countered his comments.

He had this charm, magnetism I just found totally addictive. My eyes trailed up and down his form, my temperature rising slightly.
"Lead the way." I stood from my chair and set down my drink. Turning towards the silent crowd in the room.

I warning shiver passed down my body but I paid it no heed. I was a grown gal, I could handle myself and even this mature male challenging me constantly. His eyes, they held an appeal and also a daring glimmer in their depths.

Oh but to read minds would be good right about now. It would help me considerably with this one. He had this mysterious aura around him, I couldn't quite understand it. Yet I was drawn to it like a moth to the flame.

Everywhere I looked there were couples. But in the darkness enough not to clearly see them either. This was a strange place, which blocked out all of the local's noise behind those doors.

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

The big car pulls outside Le Baiser Foncé. Getting out of the car, the driver goes and opens the passenger door. A distinguished looking man with dark green eyes and long flowing hair steps out with a beautiful woman on his arm.

"Stay with the car." Michael Viron says in a low voice before taking his escort up to the main doors.

"This way if you please, sir." Says the man at the door to whom he had given a card, a very special card. Viron nods and is immediately assailed by the smells and noises of the masses inside as they enter the club.

"Ewww! Is this it?" Asks the girl on his arm, a dessert that he plans to have later on. Viron smiles but it is the doorman who answers.

"No, Miss. This is just for the 'locals'. The real action is in there." He says, pointing to an ornate wooden door that he has led them to.

A word from the doorman and the large man guarding the door steps aside.

"Welcome to the real Le Baiser Foncé." The giant says.

Viron nods and takes his escort inside...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Miara Duquesne

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I looked up as Michael Viron came through the door from the adjoining bar, a dishy blonde on his arm.

"Mr. Viron," I greeted him, extending my hand. "Your table is waiting... and he is here." I indicate the approaching Jean Pierre with a slight tip of my chin. "Follow me, please?"

As I lead the couple toward his usual table, I nod surreptitiously toward my mentor who quickly approaches with his erm... date in tow.

Turning to Michael Viron, I place my hand on his arm before turning away. "Everything is ready. I am at your... service."

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

"Just call me Michael." He says to the attractive brunette who has shown them to their table.

There is something about her. She does not seem fully human and is that hint of sexual promise?

He has been around long enough to realise that the woman is attracted to him. He finds her interesting.

"Ah, Jean Pierre. Good to see you. Well I take it?" He watches the older looking man with a young human female take their places.

Another human conquest, old friend? Hmmm! I sense she has more spirit than some you have had. She may be a challenge.

A young male waitress comes over and places glasses of red wine on the table. Viron notices the way the hostess looks the young man.

She has a healthy appetite!

Picking up his glass, he takes a deep sip.

"Mmmm. Very pleasant on the pallet." He says to the woman. He hears his escort making a choking sound as she drinks from her glass. "Though it may be a trifle too rich for my young friend. Can you bring her something else?"

"Yes sir." Answers the waiter...

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

"Micheal Viron, I'd like you to meet my new friend Kasey Brower"

Pulling a chair back I offered it to the slim woman and then seated myself.

"Kasey is celebrating her birthday with us tonight, and has taken pity on an old man to let me join her" I grinned at the private joke.

I was beyond 1400 years myself, and Micheal was close to that as well, my first recruit and my strongest ally.

"I want to make sure this is a night she will remember" I told Micheal with a smile, finishing the meaning with a mental thought.

*Forever*


"You must be quite taken by her already, when was the last time you chose to pass on the "gift"?..." He sent back to me, his face a smooth and handsome mask.

"Miara, Come sit with us, my love" I called to the ravishing brunette that watched us silently and introduced her as well.

"This is our benefactor and hostess, Miss Miara Duquesne" I stated, rolling her name on my tongue as I stood and held her chair.

Taking a glass of the offered refreshment I tasted it and raised my eyebrow at Micheal and Miara.

"A most delicious vintage, in the prime of it's life, I believe?"

"Favor us with one of your toasts, won't you Micheal" I asked of him, settling into my chair as I placed my hand on Miara's lap and squeezed it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

I sat down, Smiling I said Hello to all of his gathered friends. Watching the by play between them. This was not my setting, I was at a loss here what to do.
So I sat silently, just observing. It would give me a good idea about these people around me.
I caught Micheal's eyes looking at me briefly, but didn't stay long. his date looked rather ditzy in my book but I held my tongue.
Cocking an eyebrow I looked up at the lovely woman he introduced and seated beside him.
She was breath taking, and deffinately looked smart. This was all feeling a little strange to me, first instinct was to get up and walk away from this. Second was to stay and explore something that was just out of grasp of comprehension, but intriguing none the less.
I sipped the wine handed to me, and kept silent. My thoughts were on various things, but I didn't think anything too "bad". And call me weird, but when ever I did think of something remotely naughty Jean would look at me strangly as did Micheal.
I felt the urge to dance, to go back out into the rowdy room and get nasty on the dance floor. This was begining to feel like my birthday party at home. A serious get together and not the least bit fun.
Yet, I held my tongue, trying not to let my boredom show or my irriation at getting weird looks now and then.

 

[Tibxo]

Michael Viron

"Of course." Says Viron as he rises to his feet but not before giving Miss Miara Duquesne another look.

He then clears his throat and raise his glass.

"To friends around this table including ones who, after all these years, still cannot pronounce my name correctly" His eyes fall on Jean Pierre, "and to the ones we have fallen over the years. Tervehtiä!"

He quickly downs his glass before smashing it against the wall. The others follow suit.

Finished, he sits back down but not before noticing the expression on Jean Pierre's young companion's face.

I think you are losing your touch. Directing his thoughts Jean Pierre...

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

The glasses broken and the age old "salute" done between friends, I rose...

"Kasey, allow me this dance?" I offered my hand...


*My friend, because you don't use the same methods, don't chastise the user* I chided Michael, in silent reply

*And you will always be my Micheal*


Kasey rose from her chair, graceful and mute and I nodded in approval as we moved from the table.

"I am sorry for that" I told her quietly, sincerely "A misunderstanding between old friends"

The music began to throb and I blended my own thoughts of seduction with it, combining it silently as it entered Kasey's mind...and soul.

*Yes, Michael...I may be getting soft* I challenged him *But still too strong for you*

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

I nodded my head, setting down the wine glass and rising with my hand in his. I followed him out to the dance floor area and stepped up to him.
I still said nothing just watched his eyes as we moved together.
"Something has irritated you tonight." A statement I could see clearly in his eyes. Quickly it was masked as we danced. I releaxed against him, my head moving closer to his body as his hand moved around to my lower back and his other held my hand. I placed both my hands on his chest, though I dont know why I did it. It encouraged intiment closeness. But i did it and I loved the feeling.
Stepping closer, there was now no light between us. "you dance beautifully." i whispered in his ear.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

"They are minor matters" I brushed off her concerns gently, impressed by her abilities to "pick up" on my own thoughts and troubles.

Wrapping my arms around her trim waist I enjoyed the simple sensations of a beautiful, vibrant woman in my arms for a second, then was jolted by Michael's amused thoughts cutting in.

"Are you playing with your food, Jean Pierre?"


My arms still wrapped around Kasey, I took advantage of her lulled mind and pressed deep into it, suppressing her naturalal cautious inhibitions and bringing a feeling of intense lust and need to her mind.

*I will show you how I treat my FOOD* I sent back to Michael, keeping my body and face relaxed, all thoughts of tenderness towards the birthday girl gone, replaced by the anger Michael had stirred within me.

Feeling Kasey press her groin into mine, her lips carressing my chest where it was exposed I smiled as I looked down to her and suggested.

"Shall we go somewhere more private, my dear, where we can explore those thoughts more intimately?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kasey

I swayed to the music, letting it take over my soul and relax me. I felt safe for the moment and content. I smiled as I hummed along to the music. The moment forgotten when he answered my thoughts aloud, which stunned me and again impressed me.
Something took hold of me and clawed its way from the dark recesses of my mind.
Heat crawled up and I felt lightheaded and tingly all over. I dont know what came over me, but the urgent desire to taste him was there. My mouth met the opened of his shirt and pressed to his fragrant skin beneath. Everything pulsated with desire to be touched, I never felt this way before. Perhaps it was the wine?
As if reading my thoughts he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere more private and explore those thoughts. I leaned back and met his eyes, my smile shining on my face.
"Sure why not Jean." I whispered, I wasn't even sure he could hear me with the music playing so loudly. Or perhaps it was my ears? I backed up a step, he took my hand and began leading me out of there.
My eyes met those of the Hostess, and It looked like pity she was showing me. It caused me to pause a moment and wonder why? The other guy, Micheal had a smirk on his face, one of a content spoiled housecat. I wondered briefly what I was missing here?
The urge washed over me once more, and I felt jean's hand tighten around mine, drawing me along with him. I turned bak and gave him my attention.
"Where are you taking me?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Jean Pierre

"Overhead there are a suite of rooms that the gracious Miss Duquesne allows me to use when I have "other" matters to tend to" I replied gently, letting the words slide from my mind to hers as I mouthed them.

A short flight os stairs and we were there, the door open for us as we moved thru it. Pushing the door closed all sound dissapeared, a fact Kasey noticed and questioned as I led her to a heavy table in the center of the room.

"Soundproofed and skylights? How unique!" She commented with a raised eyebrow, taking in the ceiling that the stars shone thru.

"The roof is domed, and the ceiling "rolls back" at a press of a button" I informed her of it's features as I poured her another drink from the wet bar and set it beside her.

"You're not having one?" Kasey queried again, a film of doubt creeping into her mind as she accepted the drink.

Laughing I smoothed away the suspicion and replaced it with a feeling of contentment and well being. "I will be drinking shortly, my dear, from a very special goblet. Do not worry, I'm not trying to get you drunk, I prefer my woman sober and kicking"