Halloween Party

[West (The Mage)]

Although no expert himself, or even competent, in the usage of a whip, West was no stranger to the act. More than one Talon had borne the lash "to falling", himself included. More than once, overseas, he'd seen it used as civil discipline. More than once, in places like this.

He was tempted, almost reached out, to grab the end before it struck Chantay. Not as any act of mercy, or even bravado, but with the same curious fascination one might regard an open flame or sharp knife. The second strike surprised him, and he glanced at the domme before turning back to Chantay; the space of a moment, before the dark woman's cry was over. Something inside of him was glad, and relieved, at the sincerity.

He reached up to lay a hand over Chantay's smaller one, to share the moment, even as he turned to look over his shoulder again at Victoria. In her element, despite the costume, her beauty was magnified even as it seemed colder. Regal, stunning.

Like an angel. Or Exarch.

West turned and moved to stand behind Chantay, covering her small body with his slightly larger one, placing his other hand atop hers so that he mirrored her.

"May I share this with you?" he asked, wondering if perhaps this was too personal, and he was simply audience to add to the Scene, like a bit of parsley for garnish.

[Lesingnon]

There was a slight, startled, flinch from the Chantay as he felt Jimmy's hand overlay hers. And she arched once again, instinctively, within the confines of her bonds as he moved to stand behind her. The fevered skin of her back pressing against his bare chest. Her head swivels back to look at him, eyes partially veiled by shifting strands of dark hair expressing sweet anguish and hunger. An instant of surprise too that, for a moment, seems to hint at something deeper and primal within her. Perhaps the way in which one let their inhibitions go, in situations like this?

Her head tilts back slightly, the soft skin of her cheek brushing against his lips. Her voice slightly breathless, likely from the pain. Though it cannot mask the strong undercurrent of desire that the Elodoth can feel coursing through her lithe frame. And it certainly doesn't seem as though she'd dismiss the request. However, "That choice, belongs to my Mistress."

[Victoria Stamford]

Victoria's eyebrows raised slightly in unexpected interest when Jimmy covered Chantay's body with his own. Licking her lips in anticipation Victoria said nothing for several long moments and instead positioned herself while bringing the whip back.

"An excellent idea. I wouldn't want our friend to feel neglected," she said finally.

Then suddenly the whip cracked and struck west in the back. The ventrue savored the sound for a short moment and then lashed out again with the weapon in a downward stroke. Almost immediately after the previous strike a third blow landed, the crack echoed across the room.

With as intense as the whip can be Victoria realized reluctantly that it was time to put it away or risk more serious injury with her subjects. After coiling the whip up she set it down neatly and then came up behind Jimmy.

Preparing herself she then reached out with her fingers and traced the marks left on his back from the whip. When she pressed herself up against Jimmy's back it was Victoria's bare breasts pressing into his back that he felt and not her corset. She leaned in and kissed him on the neck while her hands circled him and reached to unbuckle his pants and push them down if the man allowed.

It was hard, but as she kissed him she resisted the urge to sink her fangs into his neck. It was too risky. Perhaps if Chantay had been blindfolded it could have been done and she lamented the missed opportunity to intimately learn more about her new friend. Taste told you a lot about a person.

"How about that reward for both your hard work?" she asked grinning.

rolls

2010-11-12 13:24:28
Victoria Stamford rolls 7 to Dex + weaponry + speciality + equip (10 Again)
9, 1, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8
2 successes

2010-11-12 13:24:17
Victoria Stamford rolls 7 to Dex + weaponry + speciality + equip (10 Again)
1, 7, 9, 10, 6, 5, 9, 3
3 successes

2010-11-12 13:24:04
Victoria Stamford rolls 7 to Dex + weaponry + speciality + equip (10 Again)
6, 1, 8, 3, 1, 9, 1
2 successes

[Lesingnon]

Any disappointment she might have felt at seeing Mistress put down the whip was quickly alleviated as Victoria began peeling off her costume. And she shifted a bit more, letting his lips slide to hers and capturing them in a lingering kiss. All the better to keep his attention focused on her, for now, and allow Victoria to surprise him with her intentions as she pressed up against him.

Her eyes closed with the kiss, she wasn't sure which set of hands it was that freed her wrists. But when they did she twisted around, not particularly caring that her yet-restrained legs made the pose a bit awkward. Pressing up against Jimmy, mirroring Victoria's motions and kissing the other side of his neck as her hands reached around to caress the other woman.

And as Victoria pulled him towards the padded table that dominated the center of the room Chantay lingered behind briefly, out of necessity. Bending down and putting deft fingers to work as they unfastened the bindings about her ankles, then slipping the last scrap of cloth from her. Quick, hungry steps then wasted little time in joining the other two.

Gentle hands rested on his shoulders, gently pressing him down onto the soft surface. And for several long moments she stood over him with Victoria. Considering this enigma of a man as her fingers gently traced the many scars that dotted his skin. He was not quite like any other man she'd ever met, certainly not what she had expected to find here. Which was, likely, what intrigued her so and drew her curiosity like moth to a flame. Intrigue that only heightened the desire and lust simmering in the depths of her dark eyes.

Then, almost is if on some unspoken and unseen signal, she lowered herself to him alongside Victoria. Soft curves slid across lean muscle, rough hands caressed smooth skin, delighted gasps made it known when something was done just perfectly...as the night dissolved into a blissful haze...

Fade to Black