Block Party 2009
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THREADID
213
POSTS
31 - 40
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"I take it from the fact that you haven't told me to fuck off yet that you atleast knew of Dog. Yes, another table would be more than fine, if you can spare a moment." Mateo says, keeping cool, his eyes neither predatory nor deferential.
He points out an empty table, open visible to the bar and bouncers of the club, to show he has no ill-intentions. "If that one is fine with you?"
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"What I have in mind is not suitable for pretty women I have only known for mere minutes. So I guess I'll offer something more casual? Something to lead to more intimate relations. A dance?" Rust stands to offer his hand. Unseen his chain tail coiled in anticipation, his ears held back from stress, Humans long ago forgot how to read others.
Werewolves did not. Rust smells anxious, primed, and oddly enough, like copper should Chantay have the nose to scent.
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Chantay grinned, accepting the offered hand and using it to pull herself to her feet. He seemed to have a bit of edge to him, and absent was the usual spark of fear she encountered in mortals. The evening certainly seemed promising. She bumped into him lightly as she gained her feet, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "A dance sounds like a wonderful idea." She twirled so that she was behind him, his hand still clasped in hers. "Lead the way..."
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Rust does, Leading Chantay onto the floor, he quickly finds the rhythm and moves. Like a racing Ferrari meets a lithe cat. So much grace and so well honed. Better then the average joe off the street.
But Rust is dancing with Chantay, his movements not just complimenting, but embellishing her own. Such was the role of a gentleman on the dance floor. He was the pedestal on which Chantay could perform.
She was his focus.
As he was also her lead.
Dirty Dancing
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Chantay flowed onto the dance floor, moving sinuously with the beat. Dancing, martial arts, she had plenty of experience with both. And both were about movement, about grace. That experience was tapped in full as she ground against and spun around her partner. But to be honest, did the quality of the dance moves really matter that much when a woman with a figure such as hers wore as little as she was at the moment?
Regardless, she was enjoying herself, and the fierce grin on her face was testimony to that. She spun with a change in the music, placing her back to Russel. Her hands slid along his body until she found his, guiding them to her waist as she pulled him tightly against her.
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Rus(t)sel followed her into the closer grind. "You move like an animal." he whispers in her ear.
Rust uses the opportunity to take in the club. There was a table reserved near the back. One huge man was speaking to someone out of Rust's sight. Someone who must have been at the table.
Rust also takes in the Queen Matron. That was the only way he could describe her.
Another Changeling had entered. He too ogled the sights. Must be another of Spring.
Or a very confused Winter.
There were also the Scenes. It amazed Rust how comfortable he was in place like this.
Then Rust recalled memories of scenes HE had made for Rust's pleasure. When Rust was called Xe'la.
Rust had known power then. HIS pawns begged for Rust's (Xela's) pleasure as they gave themselves to one another.
That had all changed.
Rust unconsciously hugs Chantay tighter as they dance.
"You dance so well. What do you do besides drive men crazy on New Years Eve?" Rust whispered quickly, trying to distract himself from his past.
Beautiful woman in your arms and all you think about is HIM and HIS court?
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Madison smiles at Sebastian and continues to dance with him, touching him lightly as they move. She glances back at Victoria, noticing the Prince has moved off to another table and is talking to a rather large man. She watches the interaction as her body tenses slightly. She doesn't recognize the man the Prince is speaking to, but she knows Asa can hold his own should the need arise. It doesn't stop her from keeping an eye on them though. She felt a bit guilty because she was supposed to be giving her attention to Sebastian, but she knew if she explained the situation he would understand.
"Maybe you should learn to have a little fun with your work." She says with a smile. "While I have you alone.....sort of....I'd like to talk to you about some business, if that is all right. The Priests have vanished it would seem, so I have no more conidates left for the big job. I was wondering if you would like it."
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Sam spots Rust on the dance floor, easy to spot for one of the Lost, with that lion's main and shimmering summer mantle. Then, Sam notices the ebony goddess shimmering next to Rust and his jaw drops. He catches himself and looks away, wishing he knew how Rust did it.
And he isn't even a Fairest. thinks Sam.
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Sofia arrives, dressed head-to-neck in black leather save for the low-cut black tank top she wore under her jacket. She'd brought a riding crop and a set of metal cuffs as well, both dangling from her belt - for fun more than anything.
Looking around, she spots Mateo and starts over toward him, then stops as she notices he is with - of all people - the Prince. Knowing rules about approaching the Prince in public, she stops where she is, looking back and forth between Mateo and the Prince but being careful to not glance at the Prince with any expression remotely suggesting annoyance or challenge. She lets the Mask of Tranquility slide away in the Prince's presence as well.
Sofia, SL 4 (Stunning and Sexy, Dangerous Curves), Blood Potency 3
Derek Noble
Derek figures there'd be more than enough time to check out the more standard clubs later, as it got closer to midnight, and decides to start out the night by checking out something different... and thus, he starts the night at the Asylum.
Although he'd played around a bit with bedroom bondage and erotic spanking and mildly kinky roleplaying with partners into such things - including a couple of his fellow teaches at the Wagner Academy - he'd never gotten heavily into the whole BDSM thing. Still, he found some aspects of it intriguing, and since he'd heard about this block party and which clubs were included, he had found himself thinking often of this place.
After his experience in Arcadia, being another's slave, he knows he could never allow himself to be in the submissive role... but the Dominant one? There is a part of him that found that appealing, and another part that isn't comfortable with that fact.
He wears a light grey sports coat and matching slacks, a white silk shirt, the first couple buttons undone, and nice Italian leather boots. He stands back and watches, and can't help but notice some of the striking women. His gaze keeps going back especially to the stunning black woman on the dance floor, and the voluptuous, revealingly-dressed woman near the bar.
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Michael made sure to dress himself nice tonight as he was doing some demographic research tonight. He wanted to know what kind of town Sacramento was. Predominantly for Marijuana? Ecstasy? Cocaine? whatever it was he'd usually catch someone slipping someone something in the palm of the hand and the more he knew what was popular the easier it was to get himself clients as well.
Dressed in a black and white pinstripe suit with a silver tie, he stepped inside the Asylum first as it seemed to be the most unique of the other clubs he had seen. BDSM wasn't an interest of his, but it was at least a setting where he could blend in well and remain unnoticed if he wanted.
Grabbing an empty seat by the bar, he ordered a drink and then turned to face the dance floor, keeping an eye out for any private conversations that may have been held in dark corners.
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