Unusual Nightlife((casting call))

[Droogie15]

OOC: Hi everyone, I'm brand new to the site but thought it would be best if I jumped in head first. I rp quite a bit already so dont worry about that, but right now...I suppose I'm looking for applicants (seeing as that would be the best way to get to know people) if you're interested in joining a BDSM focused rp with a nightclub or possibly houseparty setting, please PM me, I'll be more than happy to hear from all of you. Females subs more than any others of course...lol, though everyone is welcome as long as we can balance things out.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

Hello and welocme to the Lit SRP Family. I know you'll love it here new friend. *BS*
May I suggest reading Hecate's Guide at the top of the Story Listings for a general idea of how things work here. A short and good read.
If I can assist you in any way just PM and ask. I'll try.

If you find you need another Master for your story PM me and I'll give it a go *g*. Having been in the Lifestyle for a long time gives me a good insight and I draw my experience for Lifestyle writing.

Good luck, have tooooo much fun but be warned... this is damned addictive. *G
PP01

 

[Droogie15]

OOC: The help is much appreciated phoenix, or to put it another way...thanks. I read through that hecate guide and I suppose my current obligation then is to begin by setting a scene for the rp. I'd still like people interested to PM me but I thought this might get the ball rolling.

IC: "A-1 Billiards" buzzes over an arched brick and wood doorway in a vertically aranged sign of neon green letters. This notoriously "thuggy" hangout is nestled in one of the oldest parts of the cities bustling downtown area. Most people overlook even its coverup excuse for business as few people would have an rational want to play pool with the pimply-faced roughnecks who, at least during the day, frequent the establishment. It's at night, however, after the angst-ridden (though mostly harmless) teens are run out of the neighborhood, that the real patrons begin coming in. Doubling as a bar until around 2AM, "A-1" as it's loving been dubbed, serves as a very quiet very secure late-night hotspot for the cities SM extremists.

Make no mistake, dozens of legal fetish clubs exist and thrive all over the city, they are intended for people interested or experienced with fetish lifestyles but, as it's patrons are well aware, A-1 is not that sort of place. This club was created as a haven for true-to-life masters, mistress', and slaves. In order to insure the safety of their club, their is an armed guard stationed at the door connecting the billiard's main hall with its back room (the area where the nightclub is kept) and guests are permitted by presentation of invitation and password only.

The latch is slipped on the heavy iron door and as it scrapes across the loose plank floor, the 6'3 bouncer steps back, almost gingerly, in order to make room for the night's newest arrivals.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC: You're very welcome. Great setup scene. Remember my warning about addiction. *L

 

[Droogie15]

Alex Hawker:
5'10, 165 lbs, short freshly cut brown hair and dark green eyes, the hingepoints of his jaw bone reside under a single days worth of slowly grown stubble, hardly noticible in the dimly lit back room. He's currently sporting a pair of black slacks, black leather suspenders and a white pleated dress shirt, the toes of his dress shoes flick the tables brass support leg, causing it to ring out from time to time.

He sips quietly at a glass of jin and tonic, resenting himself for buying such a foul tasting drink with the intent of unwinding from a long boring day at work. He sinks his head to level with his shoulders as his elbows rest on the smooth polymer darkwood table, studying the crowds as a person sat in the corner of an "old west" saloon might. Uninterested with appearing unapproachable, seeing as he's looking forward to socializing, he attempts to appear more friendly, choking down the last of his $2 drink. Beneath his circular darkwood table, a pale figure stirs, from the configuration of clothing partially covering the rearend that rests beside Alex's chair, it's safe to assume that the laying figure is female though little else about her is known.

The walls of the club are lined with fine darkwood paneling, polished and buffed to the point where you can see human figures sillouetted as you pass. The room is lit by a collection of table lamps producing white moodless cones onto their respective tables. Notably modern when compared to the other fixtures in the club, it's apparent that this little niche must've been a seriously expensive renovation job. The carpets a thin argyle, laid out over heavy concrete and decorative brick covers all areas of the floor that the carpet has overlooked. A young bartender polishes glasses as he waits for more guests to arrive knowing he'll have a long night ahead of him.

A-1 is stocked to seat and serve more than 50 people at a time, though there are at the moment no more than 10 guests mingling in this "back room."

The body at the foot of Alex's seat shifts again and as he decides to take the bait and question his slave on the nature of her non-verbal complaints, his attention is captured by an unfamiliar face that welcomes herself into the club and looks around apprehensively as the door closes behind her.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca Hardgrove

Bianca had been out simply looking for a bar. She stumbled across "A-1" during it's "normal" hours and had a few drinks. She began speaking to the bar tender, whispering in a lusty voice, her interests in bdsm. This caught his attention quickly and he slipped her a piece of paper.

The paper was black with scrawled silver writing across it. It simply said:

"A-1" Backroom Pass - Virgin

Bianca blushed reading it. She was sure that the virgin stood for "first-timer" in the backroom, but nothing could be closer to the truth. Bianca was a virgin. Of course she'd had a few short term boyfriends and had dabbled in oral sex but that was about it.

She asked the bartender when this "backroom" opened and where she could find the entrance. He said any time after 2 and pointed to a hallway at the end of which was a large wooden door.

"Knock twice, present the card I gave you and the password is leather."

Bianca nodded and glanced at her watch, it was 2:05am.

Bianca, at age 21, looked more like an 18 year old. She was about 5'6, had long flowing raven hair that fell in waves down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were the stangest shade of blue, deep and mysterious. That night she had worn an adorable and extremely short black leather skirt and knee high, 4 inch heeled, black leather boot, how quickly she'd fit in. She also wore a skin tight shirt, it had a plunging neckline that perfectly exposed the swell of her firm round breasts.

She knocked on the door, her heart pounding, not sure why she was nervous. She handed the huge bouncer her invitation and he seemed to look her up and down with a devilish grin on his face. She blushed softly and told him "leather" when he asked for the password.

As she entered the room she found it was furnished with lots of gleaming darkwood accents and very dim lighting. There were very few people there, but it was only 10 minutes after 2.

Bianca looked around nervously, unsure of what the purpose of this backroom is. It looks like nothing more than a vip bar. She walks over to the bar itself, her swaying hips hugged tightly by her leather skirt and smiles softly at the bartender,

"New here?" he asks with a smirk,

"Is it that obvious?" she replies with a giggle.

She proceeds to order a sex on the beach, on of her favourite drinks by far and sits there sipping it, surveying the room. She notices a very handsome man staring at her and catches his eyes with her own for a moment before glancing away, playing hard to get with him.....

 

[Droogie15]

Realizing, quite obviously, that he'll need to get closer if he intends to speak to this girl, his answer comes in the cool jingling halfglass in his left hand. He leaves the table assuredly knowing that his slave learned long ago to stay put even if her master isn't present.

He presses his body warmly against the thick permanantly situated bar. More as a means of supporting his internally reeling body than anything else, he delivers his premeditated line to the bartender, hearing the words, "I'll take a beer this time, Mike...a Pabst Blue Ribbon," drop out of his mouth like a handful of bouncing metal washers, to him sounding lifeless and planned, it's as if he were in highschool again. He turns in his empty glass with its few cubes of silently melting ice, bending his gaze over in the young woman's direction he strategically placed himself for his order so that he would be stuck waiting just off of her left side.

"Do you have any custom leatherwork or was that skirt purchased out of the Wet Seal 'Naughty Girls Collection?'"

Smiling slightly, choosing not to bare teeth on his opening line, he gives her a quick "once over" look, happy to note that she looks to die for even at close range. Alex keeps himself pressed solidly though not rigidly against the high bar, turning his body inward towards the wall of drinks to the point where his body language is meant to convey a mood very near indifference.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca saw the mystery man approaching and turned to lean on the bar. Her back arched slightly, balancing on one long lean leg while the other crosses behind. She sips her drink, taking in the room and completely ingoring him.

At his comment she turned her gaze to him, Bianca was known to have a smart mouth and often said things before she thought of them. Her blue eyes, mysterious and deep looked right into yours, almost definatly, showing her fiery side.

"Mmmmm.....naughty girls collection?" she asked, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow cocking in question, her hips giving a slight sway as if to better show off the finely crafted skirt.

"Wouldn't you love to know just how naughty I can be?" she drawled in a teasing lusty whisper.

At that she turned her attention back to the other members walking about the room. Little did she know that she was over-stepping her bounds, speaking harshly to a Dom in a BDSM club.

 

[Droogie15]

Seeing the potential for this woman's cock-sure attitude to be a point of leverage for him in a club of actual standards and ethics (including the punishments that involve those who choose to defy them) he decides to take advantage of the situation and draw this broken arrow closer to him.

"That's cute," taking definate note of the less-than-subtle movements of her body.

"Why don't you come sit with me while you get accustomed to the club." Saying this as if it were a very nicely put command rather than a question.

Turning his attention back to the bar as he reveives his bottle of beer and a glass. "Oh bartender...another.." Looking to the woman only to receive a simple answer a moment later. "...another Sex on the Beach, delivered to the table, please." Motioning then, with his free hand to the table at which he was sat just a few minutes before.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca's eyes flashed with what looked like annoyance at being told she was "cute". She wanted to be anything but cute, she'd been cute her whole life and now she wanted to shower her fire and passion.

"I'm quite comfortable where I am thank you" she started, but his voice seemed to have this undertone, this commanding nature that made her shiver.

"Well.....if you insist." she said, making it sound terribly unpleasant to have to go with you. She really was working on that defiant sort of vibe.

She followed the man over to the table and pulled out a chair, sitting down, her legs uncrossed so that if one glanced properly they would see the black string thong she wore under the tight leather skirt. She seemed completely unaware that there was a woman under the table.

 

[Droogie15]

Alex sits down and situates himself halfway across the round table, sitting off of one of her sides, a little closer than the entire diameter of the table in order to convey an amount of warmth in the conversation that was to insue. Attempting to bounce her around psychologically, noting that she responded to a light application of force, he assumes because of this that her "smart ass" act is nothing more than a security blanket. "Or perhaps..." he thought to himself, "she fancies herself a manipulator, either way, I think I'll be coming out on top tonight." Attempting to bring an end to her routine, he asks.

"So...I assume by your manner so far, you're a first-timer in our little club. What was it that brought you to a place like this?"

Beneath the table, a body sits up off its elbows and knees, sneezes suddenly, and comes to a rest, very solmnly at the Alex's feet, pressing its bare belly to his polished shoes and curling the rest of its body to match this pose.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Biance surveyed this man, she felt that he oozed power and control and it made her feel very vulnerable all of a sudden. It was as if he could tell her harsh attitude was an act.

"The bartender in A-1 slipped me a pass, I was a bit tipsy, don't remember exactly what I said to make him think I'd like this place. What's so special about it anyways? I mean its just some VIP afterhours lounge..." she stated, looking around the place.

She heard the sneeze but it just rolled off her back, she assumed it had come from somewhere else in the room, because she'd been in midsentence when she'd heard it.

She sipped her drink and still looked daringly straight into Your eyes, though her eyes gave away her innocence and her inexperience this time. Her stare was not quite as piercing....

 

[Droogie15]

"I doubt that you just managed to 'stumble in here,' though Gerald (the frontroom bartender) has been getting up there in years, you might not be the type of material A-1 is looking for."

Drinking deeply from his beer bottle, not bothering to transfer the liquid into the mug he was given. He allows his previous statement to stay with her for a moment before asking, with the same tone of kindness he used upon first approaching her. His kindness comes in waves as if he were giving her chances to reform her attitude.

"What is your name, by the way? It just came to me that i didn't know you name. I'm Alex." Tilting his head slightly as he continues to incostantly return her gaze, finding himself naturally intimidated to a degree that might cripple him anywhere else and yet, something about this club, this place of belonging and his fetishistic reason for belonging to it, gave him the strength to hold his non-verbal ground.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca looked rather insulted at your implication that she may not be the material that A-1 was looking for in its members.

"What kind of "material" would you be talking about? What is this backrrom anyways?" she asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Her expression softened as your tone did and she cracked a small smile.

"I'm Bianca, nice to meet you Alex." she said softly, her true tone of voice and personality showing itself even if for a mere moment.

His gaze was captivating, it made her want to do anything he said and she wasn't sure why. It was commanding and dominant It was at that moment that Bianca remembered, she'd mentioned to the frontroom bartender that she'd always been interested in bdsm......what could that have to do with a backroom VIP lounge? she wondered.

 

[Droogie15]

Very intentionally, he grazes over the question delivered him in her "tough chick" tone of voice and attempts to rediect the conversation with a followup to the exchange of names in the form of blatent ego bloating flattery, intended to intoxicate her intellectually.

"I can see that you're a very hard woman by nature." Holding back an evil grin, "I think that sort of thing suits you so well and I just love the fact that you aren't willing to put up with any normal crap."

As they talk, a group of guests are ushered into the bar by way of that single private entrance. The people seem mainly unassociated, outside of the fact that they arrived at the same time and they all attend the same club. A girl, around the same age as Bianca is led, at the end of a very short (about 1 foot) leash, blindfolded and nude aside from a undersized cotton thong and a pair of tennis shoes, past their table. Alex watches ecstatically as Bianca is given an living example of the exact nature of A-1.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca tries but fails to stifle her laugh,

"Thanks for the false flattery." she says softly, "I so know you can tell I'm not like that. I'm not acting like that anymore, I'm not treating you like you're naive enough to believe i'm some "hard woman" so don't treat me like I'm........naive..." she finished her comments just as the girl entered.

Bianca's eyes went wide and her gaze followed the nearly nude, collared and leashed girl walk across the room and then kneel beside a very domineering looking man.

"Ok....in all seriousness....i may have mentioned to....what was his name? Gerald? the frontbarman.....that.....that i'm a bit.....interested in bdsm..." she whispered, her voice dripped with innocence and a blush fell over her cheeks. For the first time of the night Bianca had slipped into her typical meek personality, and intended to stay there for a bit.

 

[Droogie15]

Finishing his bottle of beer, he sets it down lightly on the smooth wooden table. Breathing deeply for a moment or two as his body works to accept the alcoholic chemicals soaking into his bloodstream, he smiles widely and scoots his chair once toward Bianca, scooting sideways, across the length of the table so as not to wake his slave.

Before Alex is able to advance the conversation, Bianca's drink arrives, Mike delivers it himself and smiles at the couple, he and Alex having been mild aquaintences for years.

"I wanted to see how long you were willing to carry the act, what I might be able to do with it." Refering to his playing off of her recently dropped cover.

"...but as long as you've come to your senses, I want you to know that, if it's BDSM you're looking for, you've certainly come to the right place, but you won't fare well alone, so I suggest you count and cherish your blessings." Motioning playfully to himself as he looks curiously around the room.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Biance gulped slighty, she did look a touch nervous.

"So...this is a bdsm club? Does my pass enable me to return here more than just tonight? Is it like a membership or is there a specfic way to become a member."

A million questions flooded through Bianca's head. She giggled softly,

"So You're a blessing huh? Well I guess you'll do..." she teased a smile brightening her face.

"I'm guessing You're a Dom? I myself am or I hope to be a submissive, a slave. Should I refer to You as Sir?" she asked softly, wanting now to be respectful as she was taking on her true pesonality and trying to take on a submissive one as well.

 

[Droogie15]

"I most certainly am a Dom and a proud longterm member of this club. As a visiter and a self-proclaimed submissive, you've managed to break one of the pinnacle rules of our establishment." Pausing for a moment, his demeanor is warm but seems tainted in that it currently carries such a harsh messsage.

"To an unowned submissive visting the club, all male Doms are known as "Sir" and all female Dommes are known as "Ma'am." As a list of club rules, mounted on the wall between the male and female bathrooms, clearly states.

"Gerald plays a joke on some of our visiters, innocent young women mostly, slipping them in the door without explaining this rule. I guess you could consider it a form of entrapment, but fair explanation of the rules is of no concern to us as long as the violators have some way of learning their mistake."

Alex places his left hand over Bianca's right, both hands resting one on top of another on the thick table, he looks up into Bianca's eyes, assuming she'll no doubt be looking to him for an answer to his physically forward action when his eyelevel finally meets hers. With empty factuality and a whispering voice Alex states. "If you attempt to cause a scene, I'll let the patrons know that you're an undercover cop and you'll most likely be killed, I suggest you don't tempt me."

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca's eyes widened at the thought of what rule she could have broken. When He mentioned it was by not addressing Him as Sir in the first place she opened her mouth to protest that she didn't know.

A flash of fear shot through Bianca's blue eyes as He placed his hand on hers. As reflex she went to tug it away, but the look in His eyes warned her even before his words that it was not a good idea.

"Cause a scene?" she questioned softly, "what do You mean Sir..." she finished.

Bianca thought there was no way that he actually intended to punish her for this offence. Why she didn't even know what the purpose of the club was, let along the rules or the fact that she had been disrespectful.

Her eyes searched his, her fear, nervousness and excitement.....yes definite excitement, maybe arousal too, shone clearly through.

 

[Droogie15]

Alex's thumb strokes the tender underside of her right hand, smiling in a state of personal delight in feeding Bianca's fate to her in such a delicate manner.

"That look of fear suits you so much better than any amount of confidence or personal security. Your looks seem show through quite nicely once you've gotten your heart beating."

Alex takes his hand away from hers as another group of regulars pump in through the club's slim entrance. The arbitrary arrangement of doms and subs walk past the recently acquainted couple and take their seats at two of the booths built into the far wall. A slave in their party whimpers in protest through a ballgag before being literally kicked in the ass and forced underneath their table.

"Now, would you like me to buy you another drink before we get started or would you like to take your punishment like the big tough bitch you play yourself off to be?" Alex runs his fingers through his hair and sits back in his seat, smiling brightly as he takes a moment stretch his shoulders and his neck. Not wanting to let her earlier behavior go as it remains an easy bit of leverage to use over her.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Bianca glared at You as You commented about her look of fear. Though fear could still be seen in her eyes there was that fiery spirit popping up again.

"I think I've had quite enough to drink for one night Thank You...Sir...." she said in an icy tone.

She figured she was already in trouble, she might as well do something that would make this punishment justified. She did not say she was "ready" to take the punishment like the tough girl she'd claimed to be she simply waited for Your reaction.

 

[Droogie15]

"By the sound of it you're attempting to reject both of the options I've given you, is that correct? I take it then, that you would rather I turned you over to the less understanding members of the club?"

A-1 now rumbles with individual conversation. A person is still able to speak at a normal volume as long as they stay close to the person with which they are speaking. Knowing it'll be best if he pushes this little event to get it underway, he leans close to Bianca's ear, placing his mouth close enough to her flesh that the act would in fact be sensual. Through a breathy warm exhale he demands.

"Stand up out of your chair and when I stand up behind you and put my hand on your shoulder, you will either kneel at my feet and prepare to be punished or accept the dire consequences that follow further disobedience."

Sitting back once again, he waits for Bianca to make her decision.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Bianca

Hesitantly Bianca stands up, and moments later she feels Youbehind her, Your body brushing against her back and her lil ass. She is breathing quickly, almost panting, from fear and anciousness.

She feels Your hand laying heavily on Your shoulder. Her mind battles over whether to obey or rebel. After a moment or two of consideration Bianca falls to her knees.

She wait there on the floor, her back to You, at Your feet, silently. She is terrified, yet very aroused and cannot help but wonder what is about to happen to her.

 

[Droogie15]

It's a relatively regular occurance for a man or woman to be "lost" after crossing someone in the club, A-1's veteran members usually elect themselves to survey the dumping of the bodies as no one in the club wishes to get themselves or anyone else caught. Because of these, Alex is relieved to find Bianca choosing to kneel and as she does, he clears his throat and demands the attention of all those currently in attendance.

"If I can just get a moment of your time..." At this point the crowd's chattering has completely died out, curious over what the man has to say. "...this little one hear chose to break one of our rules just a moment ago on my observation. Since I was the one who brought her here tonight, I'll be the one administering her punishment. I suppose this means that I'll be giving you all your first bit of entertainment for tonight...I hope you enjoy the show."

Though the room remains respectfully quiet, a few of the Dom/mes clap or whistle eagerly. After accepting the crowd's initial reaction, Alex looks to the back of the kneeling girl's head and commands "Stand and walk with me to the stage, Bianca."

The destination of which he speaks being a semicircular 2 foot platform of very basic blackpainted wood, the top being built of a single waxy plank to keep blood from dripping through any gaps in the planks. A large very stereotypical Dom figure steps in to assist Alex with his preperation standing on stage beside a hanging pair of wrist shackles, Alex nudges Bianca to move forward.