Welcome To Synergy

[DarkWarrioress]

Welcome to the night club known as Synergy. The atmosphere in Synergy is eclectic and modern, upbeat and trendy.

The ground floor interior is made up of two different shades of purple. One end of the room is vibrant with candles and long curved seating, soft lights. The other end of the room is a softer, pastel purple. Pure romance with it’s comfy lounges for two and diluted lighting and curtains. In between the two contrasts is a dance floor. Some nights it’s live music and sometimes it’s a DJ.

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The second floor is a lounge for those looking for a bit more seclusion and intimacy, away from the direct flow of the music on the ground floor. This floor has a more rustic feel to it with its wood paneling. A fireplace is centered on one wall with a bar and located somewhere in the middle. Food is also served there. The music floats up from below and those sitting closest to the rails can watch the dancers on the floor below as the music pulses around them. TVs are located on this floor but you won’t find any games playing. Only close circuit cameras showing what is happening below on the ground floor.


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The third floor is made up of private offices, only invites allowed there and a huge conference room. People have been known to sneak upstairs into the conference room and lock themselves up in there. There are closed doors located in the walls of the room. Behind these doors are all sorts of play toys. Considering the owners, is that really a surprise? Please feel free to make use of them. Just dump them in the used bin when finished. The establishment thanks you.

The conference room is surrounded by glass that has a panoramic view. One side of the room offers a view of the vast ocean. Another side of the room scales the city life, tall buildings, hotels, apartments, etc.

Let your imagination have free reign here. The owners have merely provided you the parameters for this place. Create a character or several. Bartenders, waiters, waitresses, musicians, singers or patrons. If you wish to spin the music for the night, become the DJ. Whatever you can think of.

Use the club for short scenes or longer ones that develop your character if you desire. Post a picture or not, depending on your whim. Everything is encouraged here. Have fun. Let your creativity flow. Everyone is welcome here and I hope the newbies won’t be intimidated by the veterans and gather their confidence to come play as well.

Hot sex? Always bound to happen where music and alcohol flows.

Now as for the rules, they’re simple.

1. Drama makes for good role-play. When indulging, don’t overdo it. People do have an ignore list and are urged to use it as needed.

2.If you’re in a scene, we ask that you use the title of the post to reflect the name of the person you‘re writing with, if anyone. That makes it easier for people to follow and for you to find.

3. Everyone is welcome in all areas of the club except those designated as invite only (The Executive Offices on the third floor).

4. Please stay in character. This is not a lounge room for OOC chatting. We have plenty of those around.​

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She stood back after serving some drinks to those at the bar. Dressed completely in black, her shirt unbuttoned at her throat to just above the swell of her breasts. Her hair drawn back from her forehead in its ever present ponytail. Two of the three holes in her ears were graced with studs, diamonds and amethysts. The holes in her lobes held gold hoops.

There was a gleam in her eyes of satisfaction. All those meetings had finally bore fruit. The club was a reality. It had taken many a late night meeting with the investors over architecture and where to build. M was pleased with the results, as she was. Life was good.

She had chosen to work behind the bar. She enjoyed talking to people and mixing a mean drink was something she excelled at. She thought about the secret tunnel they had agreed on, her and M, that led from the club to their home not far away, to their cellar to be exact. A smirk crossed her lips. She couldn't wait to drag M through that tunnel into the playroom.

Her attention turned to one of the waitresses who had come to fill an order. No rest for the wicked in a place like this.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He grinned at the red ponytail dangling from the top of the back of her head as he slipped behind her at the bar, wrapping his arms around her waist and turned in to kiss the side of her neck before leaning his head back and up, one hand reaching up to caress her cheek and turn her face towards him, gazing into her eyes.

"I had no idea you were doing this, going to all those business meetings, wearing those power suits and skirts. You are such a sneaky kitten. I love you."

He pressed his lips against hers gently, tilting his head. They were not aware of their surroundings for a few moments. When the kiss broke, her taste still lingered in his mouth.

"And I love this place."

Their bodies turned as his other hand trailed idly up and down her back, his eyes gazing deeply into hers. She looked as stunning as ever. His eyes moved from the hoops to the jewels adorning her ears, clearly visible since her long hair was tied up, before lowering to her neckline, the gorgeous swell of her breasts sticking to the black fabric, and then moved back to her face.

"You know we need to hire more servers."

He pressed his lips close to her ear.

"I'd hate to steal you away from work every time. We have some kind of responsibility as owners as well."

He leaned back and grinned.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His arms slid around her. Only one man dared to do that. She turned into him. She had just sent the last waitress off with the latest drink order. Smiling, she kissed him back.

“I know you loved the suits when I got home so the meetings were worth it.”

She glanced around again.

“It did come out pretty well, didn’t it? I’m pleased. We have enough staff to open, but hiring remains open. You know…”

She shot him a mischievous grin, whispering in his ear.

“We could always escape upstairs to one of our offices for a bit. I have always wanted to be pressed up against all that glass.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

His mind traced back to the time when she had arrived home, from probably her first meeting with the investors, and dragged him into the playroom with just a hypnotic look over her shoulder. The memories sent sweet shivers through his body and brought a slightly blushy grin on his face as they pressed closer against each other.

"They definitely were worth it."

He followed her eyes and smiled, glancing around the place and briefly towards a couple of customers who were staring at them, before he focused on her lips and then lifted his eyes to hers.

"It had to come out excellent, after all the hard work and hours you put in."

His lips curved into a grin, listening to her whisper. The thought of her being pressed up between him and the glass was indeed alluring.

"Oh yeah? And who is going to manage the place here downstairs? We need somebody responsible and trustworthy you know. We might not come out from that office for a while once we go in there."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She thought about it for a moment then grinned, realizing the moment after she spoke, just what exactly she was saying and what it meant.

"I think we should hire Ice. What do you think, darling?"

 

[Mav Unlimited]

"Ice? LI?"

He seemed like a responsible and trustworthy guy, Except...his eyes met hers with a hesitant expression, as he thought what she had just proposed, and whether it would be a good idea or not.

"I think it's a wonderful idea. I like the man. But you know, he'd probably be doing each and every pretty little thing that comes walking into the club "

A snicker.

"The business might suffer due to the lack of attention."

He grinned back at her with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Well... "

She grew quiet, thinking quickly. Her reply took a little longer as another person sat at the bar and a drink was requested. It was quick work. A shot of tequila, rimmed in salt, a slice of lime. M was still behind her when she finished. She tossed him a wicked grin.

"At least my maids will be spared and maybe I'll get off of voice mail with the hiring agency. We'll just hire a back-up, love. Simple."

 

[Mav Unlimited]

He stood behind her while she served the customers, his mind considering other options, or people who could help them run the place while they themselves, the owners, engaged in what could only be termed as selfish and shameless acts of indecent gratification. And here they were judging their friends. He still grinned and looked at her as she tossed him a look.

"A back-up? That's a plan. I even thought about hiring Cherry as the manager. But like I said, she'd be doing each and every pretty little thing that comes walking into the club as well. The only difference is, Ice would borrow just the females, Cherry would borrow the males and the females."

Another snicker and a grin. He knew he was horrible. Making fun of his friends like that, behind their back. But he couldn't help it. Somebody, somewhere was probably making fun of him too.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Well, hell's bells."

She did a quarter turn toward him, hands on hips, her eyes narrowed in thought.

"Okay. Okay. I think I have it. We hire both of them, put them on duty at the same time but tell them that ONE of them must be on the floor and available at all times."

She had tossed that available in there at last moment, because knowing Ice and what little she knew of Cherry, being on the floor, didn't necessarily mean keeping themselves available. Now, that made her smirk. There was always Nina, but her mind went to dark and scary places. That wasn't good for business, unless someone ran up a tab and didn't pay then having Nina on retainer would be a good thing. There was Fish, but setting his bowl on the bar top might give some drunk the idea that Fish was a free sushi offering. No, they couldn't have that. Fish made her laugh. She liked him. Nope. Maybe Raven? She sighed. Raven and Cherry would be gone from the floor as much, if not more, than M and her.

No matter who came to mind, Cherry and Ice just seemed to fit and if they both were allowed to disappear at the same time? They either caught a customer's eye or each other's. She made a mental note to be very careful with the contract wording before they offered the job.

 

[Light Ice]

Around him, shuffling, bodies moved and swayed. Some were dancing; caught up in the rhythm of the music and the infectious pulse of the subwoofers - others were simply caught in the crowd, swaying, pushed this way and that as they made their way around. They'd offered him a position and he'd taken it, accepted their conditions after making a few of his own. It was good to earn and get out of his room, on his feet again.

Of course, still, there was the matter of his walking boot. The dark-metal brace wrapped his right foot from mid-calf to toes and clumped heavily with his steps. In lieu of his crutches, unfitting given the nature of his work, he was now reliant on the walking cane in his hand. The length of it was solid, heavy, tungsten-carbide. A dark, hard metal that carried with it a meaty thud upon the floor. It's pommel was weighted, embossed with a lion's head on each surface, and polished to a lighter shine. It took his weight without protest and allowed him to stand comfortably beside the bar.

Suit clad, as ever, he looked out over the shifting crowd.

A small condition of his employment had been the gaming area. Cait had openly expressed an interest in hiring Cherry, and it'd pleased him, but it'd also made him curious as to just where he would fit. The girl, sultry as could be, was also tremendous with music and hosting. She'd have the entire club in tow before long. He'd have been a figurehead. A security man, maybe. It simply didn't suit him.

So, he'd insisted on the gaming area. A room in the back with card and craps tables. Nothing as disgraceful as slots, mind, but the steady easy kind of gambling that had been typical of Vegas in the Golden Years. Cocktail waitresses slipped by with trays, complimenting the rollers with drinks and smiles. Their legs flashed beneath tasteful, but short, skirts. Pretty faces.

They'd make money hand over fist. It'd just opened and it was already producing. His security, his dealers, and him. A complicated system of overwatch and an intense attention to detail - trademarks. He was built for this.

But where was Cherry?

This job wasn't nearly as much fun without her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He had accepted and the conditions, albeit, he threw in a few of his own. After careful consideration, she couldn’t find a thing wrong with his conditions and it didn’t take long for one of the backrooms to be converted into a card room. She trusted Ice to run a clean game. In return, he got a percentage of the profits. A counter stipulation was that he keep an eye on the main floor as well as the card room. She professed concern over his bad leg. However, if anyone could handle both, he could.

She had an itch for the cards herself now and then. She’d join in a friendly game one of these nights when she was off duty. Now all they had to do was get Cherry’s cute little butt into the establishment. She blamed Raven for keeping her so occupied and quite possibly, literally, tied up.

She stood behind the bar, smiling, making drinks and making small talk with the customers. When she wasn't busy, she was wiggling to the music behind the bar and even when she was busy, her body was constantly in motion. She loved music. It was in her blood. Her body just had to move to it.

She made a Sex on the Beach for a customer and stood back, watching the dance floor fill up. She had seen Ice earlier, walking the floor before heading back toward the gaming room. M, she suspected had gone upstairs, either to the second floor or the third. There were supplies to be ordered, bills to be paid and heaven knew what else.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

One down. One more to go. Ice had accepted after a few negotiations with Cait, but Cherry was probably still reading through the contract, being distracted by various things as usual. She'd come around sooner or later. He was hoping the man's leg would get better soon too as he finished ordering the supplies, paying some bills, and getting their offices as well as the conference room cleaned upstairs, along with the windows that formed the walls. No, he hadn't cleaned them himself but had gotten help, personally supervising the effort. The glass, as well as the rooms, were now shiny and germ free, although he knew they would be getting very very dirty pretty soon. A wicked grin flashed across his face as he made his way two floors down to the bar area, after taking care of a few more things on the top floor.

He took a seat on one of the stools at the far end of the bar instead of interrupting her tending to the clients, away from where a few customers were enjoying their drinks, and grinned at the way his woman danced to the tunes. The way her hips moved subtly and her bottom wiggled made him growl softly in his throat. She could not have heard it in all the noise around them, but she would see it in his eyes if she looked. The way her hair swayed and the firmness of her breasts jiggle made him gaze at her with nothing but lust.

"Busy, darling?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M~

The beat of the music was contagious. Strolling down the length of the bar, she leaned over and kissed him. It was a teasing little thing. A whisper of a kiss really. A light brush of lips, a wisp of breath, a tease of the tongue. Coming vertical again, she winked at him as she danced off down the line of the bar, checking on customers before she made her way back, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Not anymore, darling.”

The second bartender came on duty and was chatting up those at the bar. The waitresses were still making their rounds.

“What’s up?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Cait

He felt her lips brush against his mouth lightly, making his own lips curve into a smile as his eyes closed for a moment. Her whispered breath against his, her tongue teasing him gently before moving away, leaving him wanting more. As always. If he had not been on the other side of the bar, his hands might even have grabbed her right there and pulled her closer for a deeper kiss. He saw the saucy wink as well as the mischievous grin as she returned to him, putting another bartender on duty.

"Up? Yes.."

He grinned back at her, glancing towards the ceiling once and then gazing into her eyes.

"...let's go. Up."

He held out his hand over the counter for her to walk around the edge of the bar where he was sitting and come over on his side.

"Upstairs. I want to show you something."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M~

She glanced upward as she came around to his side of the bar, lacing her fingers in his.

“Did you do something upstairs I haven’t seen yet?”

There was an excited twinkle in her eyes. Whatever he wanted to show her, she was sure it was worthwhile. Besides, this opportunity gave her some one-on-one time with M. It had been a hectic past two months, with his deadlines and hers. They barely had time alone, together.

Here was an opportunity she didn’t want to pass up.

“Lead on, daring. I’m all yours.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Cait

He grinned widely, his eyes following her glancing upwards before their fingers entwined as she came over to his side of the bar.

"Upstairs?"

He saw the twinkle in her eyes. He knew they were never too busy for each other. But sometimes, things were just unavoidable and kept them apart for hours, sometimes days together. He would thank the other bartender later.

"I haven't done anything yet."

A wicked smile appeared on his lips. He tugged on her hand, pulling her close as he sat on the stool, making her thighs press against his knees, her fingers wrapped between his.

"But planning to."

He slipped down from his seat, slid his arm around her waist, leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek and whispered something in her ear, his mouth very close to her lobe, just blowing warm breath against her skin but not touching, before they walked towards the elevator. His arm was curled firmly around her body, his eyes darting around the club to see who dared to stare.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M~

An unavoidable shudder ran the length of her spine as his breath blew gently in her ear. Damn him. The tease. She shot him a sidelong glance, the grin on her face still in evidence.

“What are you up to now, M?”

She had seen the wicked gleam in his eyes the first time he had stepped foot into their offices. That same gleam was there when he saw the conference room. Now, she had an inkling of his mischief. There wasn’t one word of protest from her as her own arm curved around his waist.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Cait

His arm moved. His fingers brushed over the firmness of her ass cheek as his hand slid lower just as they stepped inside the elevator. A firm squeeze followed, his palm now resting over her buttock now as they turned around to face the twin doors sliding close. His gaze turned towards her as he swiped a card and then pushed a button with his other hand. It was one of the private elevators with restricted access that connected directly to their offices.

"Nothing you should be scared of, darling."

His eyes remained focused on hers for a moment, watching her expressions before they dropped shamelessly to the cleavage she displayed, the lovely swell of her breasts hidden underneath the black shirt and then moved back over her face somewhere. He was eying her hungrily. His hand retreated from the elevator buttons and reached up to caress her cheek, one finger tracing down from her ear to her chin. His other hand remained firmly over the fabric of her jeans that hugged her bottom for a while before curling around her waist once again.

He resisted the urge to take her right there in the little room that was ascending. The doors opened once again accompanied by a beeping noise.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

M~

“Oh, I’m not scared, love.”

She grinned as she turned into his side slightly. Feeling his eyes on her chest, she knew the view afforded him a peek of lace beneath her work shirt. Her lips quirked upward at one side of her lips as she turned back to face the elevator doors. Scared? Around, M? Hardly. The only thing on her sex addled mind was who was going to be the Top in this round or if they were going to switch it up.

The ding of the elevator jolted her mind out of the gutter. Turning her head, she cocked an eyebrow in his direction. He had wanted to show her something. She’d let him. But. He might have started this, however he was going to be shown something himself before they were done.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Cait

He loved teasing her. He knew they had no reason to be scared around each other. Not in a bad way anyway. Fear and nervousness that is associated with anticipation? Maybe. But scared? No.

He noticed the look on her face as she turned her head towards him just as the door opened. Hidden mischief lay behind those beautiful eyes. He could have sworn she had something on her mind. Something wicked. It always aroused him and made him grin inwardly. He knew well it was always a seesaw when it concerned the two of them. One never knew how, when, and where it could tip and in which direction. At the moment, however, he wasn't in any mood to let her dictate terms.

The instant the elevator doors closed behind them, his arm that was curled around her waist slid further around to her front, his own weight shifting behind her and pulling her tightly against his chest. His left hand moved up to clutch her shoulder, long fingers brushing over the curve of her breast. His mouth moved closer to her ear, dodging the adorable ponytail that was dangling in front of his face now, head tilted. He brushed his cheek over hers and then whispered.

"It's been a while since we have had some alone time, isn't it?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His sudden move after he knew they were safely on the third floor, came as a bit of surprise, but not much. M was feeling playful. Okay, outright, he was horny as hell. She had sensed it down on the ground floor. Felt it as they rode up the elevator together. It was a viable, breathing thing between them. And from the way of it, he planned on being the Top. For now. She knew damn well she could shift the balance if she pressed the right buttons. Well, most times. Sometimes, she had to hand it to him, he didn’t budge. When her Sir wanted to come out and play, there was no stopping him, not even Milady. She had often wondered if Sir clashed with Milady, who would give ground first. She grinned. That would be one hell of a battle for the right to have the upper hand.

His voice behind her ear made her straighten her spine as his words filtered through. Damn him again. She was torn between growling and melting into an instant puddle at his feet.

She settled for letting her arms come up and rest lightly on his where they encircled her, drawing her back against his strength. She let herself lean into him, letting her body conform to his.

“It has. Got something in mind, lover?”

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Another job. She must be crazy. Like she already didn't have enough on her plate, but when Mav mentioned it and told her about the new club she of course said yes, she'd help out when she could. Friends helped each other out right? Plus, him and Cait were so damn enticing together it would be interesting to hang around a place they'd frequent often. Being a voyuer kind of girl she would enjoy the tempting peeks of those two mauling each other when they thought no one was looking. With a sigh she looked in the rearview mirror and touched up her lip gloss as the valet opened her door. Granting him with an appreciative smile and a pinch on his delectable behind she couldn't help but laugh as she made her way to the entrance. If the valet's looked that good no telling what the employee's inside would look like. This could prove to be a very interesting distraction. She hoped the dress and heels she picked out was fitting for this establishment.

One step inside and she couldn't help but gasp a little. It was beautiful. Cait had amazing taste as always. The music was loud but not too loud, the lighting was intimate but still a little flashy especially near the dance floor. Her eyes darted back and forth looking the place over and spotted the bar. Making her way there and easing behind it she grinned at the bartender as she shoved her bag under the counter. "I'm Cherry. I'm assuming the bosses told you about me. They're expecting me. Give them a ring and tell them I'm here ok?" He nodded, still not saying a word, just looking her up and down as he picked up the phone. His voice was low enough she couldn't hear what he said but she rewarded him with a sensual smile when he made his way back to her. "Now..be a darling and make me a Dirty Redheaded Slut. It's been a long day already and I need a little pick me up."

He grinned at her and went to work, showing off his fancy "mixologist" skills but her eyes drifted across the room searching to see if he was there yet. If he still had that walking boot on she wouldn't be able to coerce him onto the dance floor for a quick dance but she could still do with getting a rise out of him one way or another. Taking the drink from the cute bartender boy she winked at him and found a stool at the end of the bar and perched on it. One drink and she would go mingle and get the feel of the place if Mav and Cait didn't come before then. Or him. Then no telling what would happen. Sure they'd been given little conditions of employment, but they also knew she was apt to push boundaries and be a brat about things. She liked to think that was an endearing quality.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was past time for him to check out the new club.

It had opened a week ago, fairly quietly, perhaps, but it was looking great, and there were certainly a few people beginning to drift in. And from Noon had heard, they were certainly hiring the right people to keep it up and running. Well, to keep it exciting anyway. He smirked thoughtfully. He had no complaints about the ownership either. This might turn out to be exactly his type of place. He decided that his blood-red dress shirt and black tie were suitable for the occasion, which he wore easily enough. Blood red and black were really quite suitable for his nature, after all.

It sounded like it, as he could hear the music playing before he even made it inside. It was certainly looking pretty good tonight, even though he didn't recognize anyone in particular. His eyes did manage to become attached one particular short skirt as she brushed past him, her legs artfully crafted as they swayed past each other. He let his eyes linger as she walked away, and he chuckled-not too bad at all.

For the moment he was content to have a seat and a drink and watch the dancers. A bubbly waitress came over to his table to ask for his drink order, which he gave quickly, slouched arrogantly as he peeked down her top. He wondered who had chosen the outfits for the wait staff, his tongue contemplatively sliding against his lips. For now, though, he was content to sit and watch the dancers while enjoying his drink. For now.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Cait

He had a lot on his mind lately. But at the moment, there was only one thing he wanted to do. His warm breathed hissed just below her ear before he slid his tongue out, first over the diamonds that only enhanced her pretty face, shining brightly, and then grabbed the tender flesh of her earlobe between his lips for a moment before letting it go. His right arm remained firm, clutching her around the waist, while the left one slid from her shoulder to the round hill of her breast, palming it gently, fingers flirting with the edge of her shirt that was unbuttoned at the top.

"You wanted to be..."

His palm felt her nipple as it strained, taut against the black fabric. A ruthless pinch using his thumb and forefinger followed the gentle caress. Then his fingers glided up over her chest before moving to cup her cheek on one side and turn her face towards him, his own head tilting, eyes gazing into hers. Mouth moved a little closer as lips brushed ever so faintly for a moment. He glanced towards the transparent wall that was overlooking the ocean, and then back into her eyes.

"...pressed up against all of that, didn't you?"

She would feel him pressing against her from behind now, his slacks sticking to her jeans, unable to contain the carnal desire that was waiting to be fulfilled. There was no subtlety or shame in the way he was touching her. It was pretty obvious he was horny. Horny for his woman. He wanted her just as horny for him. Another whisper floated towards her eardrum.

"I just had everything cleaned in here, so we can make it dirty again. What do you think?"

He knew she had teased him about the prospect of doing her windows in the past. They had shared a joke or two about it. Even talked about at least one of them being stuck to the glass separating their body from it only by a thin layer of sweat while they fucked each other all the way towards the horizon and then past it. It was time to put some plans into action.

The phone inside his pocket vibrated. He ignored it for now. Just the way he ignored the beeps coming from the desk towards their left.