Tikool: continuing her drink Melissa sits back and looks at her phone again, no calls or text this time. Nothing to take her mind off what she said or how she was feeling. ” You think this would come easy, I drink all the time. Why am I so odd NOW? I should DO something. ” She starts to get up and freezes as she turns around and sees all the craziness going on. She sits back down taking note of the lady who flat out left that guy sitting there with a huge boner, staring for a minute she turns back around and sits back down cubbing her drink. It was time she made a choice of either walking around and trying to engage in small talk or sit there and be awkward all night. ” I guess I gotta move. ” Standing up and walking about, she drinks her rum a little too fast, almost forgetting she left her other 2 drinks back at the pipes. Drinking too fast wasn’t a problem, it’s talking to herself out loud and randomly walking around that’ll likely get people doing whta the hell looks at her. ” I’ll walk around.. AFTER I finish my other drinks dammit. I can’t be leaving my shit laying around, that’s newbie shit. ” Walking back to her spot she downs her drink and cups her other one staring at the last one on the table. ” I’ll finish these two THEN walk around. ”
Carrendar: The door swung open, Iggy caught a bit off gaurd, thinking no one would anwser. “I. I. I.” She looked down upon the dance floor, things going absolutely bonkers. Who was that?… Was it that… Iggy looked at the womans boobs. Yep. It was Inga. Back from the horrid world known as a hospital. Turning back, she noticed the door wide open and she cautiously entered, closing the door but leaving it cracked. “I’m s-s-sorry. Z’I v-v-vas h-h-hoping t-t-to a-a-ap-ap.. Apply. For a eh.. a job in eh.. s-s-security?” She smiled softly, apologeticly, then pointed behind her. “Ve c-c-can d-d-disscuss this l-later, if y-you are needed d-d-down t-there.” Igniatus stood up straight, hands behind her back, trying to ignore the fact she was stuttering pretty bad, bitting her bottem lip before scoffing. “F-f-forgive the stutter.” In no way was Iggy dressed in a proffessional mannor to even be considered right for a interview, jeans and a tank. Nothing.. Decently formal. Even so, the idea of applying a job here was both sudden and.. Slightly thought. Anyway, Iggy boldy steped forward a step, looking over Helena with a look of determination, though intimidation had striken her to move stiffly, and very little. Standing 5’7, she didn’t really pack on a lot of weight. She wasn’t heavy set, not very muscular. She was a tad leaned out, flexability and agility being her allies, strength there but not a strong point. Aye, she was a little short, but.. Eh, who knows. She could hold her own if she had to, and she’d be willing to prove it if neccesary. She had curve, but not much. Frankly, she wasn’t all too physically appealing to most men. Anywho, Iggy would wait patiently for the lovely ladies to respond, waiting either for the smile and the go ahead for a interview. Or the laugh and the total ‘gtfo’ notion.
iShatteredSanity: -The crowd had fallen in a delirium state as soon as Inga had walked in, holding her fiancé’s arm. Everyone was shouting her name, the music being only an ambient sound. Demetrios and Alexandros were sitting in the corner of the bar, observing everyone and both of them smiling. But it was when Mia had appeared and slapped Inga’s face that Alexandros turned around and looked at Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “That must have hurt. But I bet she loved it. Now the question is, will she use her boobzookas and shoot Mia in the face? Will she use those boobs as clubs and beat the living shit out of her? Or will she just shove Mia’s face in there and kill her by asphyxiation? I am telling you man, boobs are lethal weapons. Thus I love smaller ones. B or C cup are fine, more than that will kill me.” –Alexandros finished his rambling and Demetrios looked at him while wondering if Alexandros was high or something.- [Demetrios.] “Dude, I want what you had. Give me the number of your dealer, that shit is awesome.” –Demetrios said and chuckled with a smirk on his face as Alexandros flipped him off.- [Alexandros.] “You are an asshole.” –He said and laughed as Demetrios flipped him back. Both Greeks seemed to have fun, watching what was happening before their very eyes, Demetrios being happy that Inga was finally back, even though she was not working at the time. And why shouldn’t he be? Inga was part of his staff, he was her boss, and he wanted all the best for his employees. || Meanwhile somewhere in the club: The old man who had walked inside the club was walking around aimlessly, admiring the place and nodding his head a few times. Deathclub was its name, very fitting name, given the fact that his son had lost his life within those walls. But unlike Viktor, Nikolai was not a fool. Nikolai was old school mobster, meaning that what he was going to do was not to be performed in plain sight. But at least he gave credits to the one who ran the place. And of course Nikolai knew that it was the tall Greek man, Demetrios. While walking and unaffected by the crowd, he spotted Demetrios along with someone else who was flipping him off, but then laughed together and had fun. Nikolai walked towards the bar and merely sat on a stool next to Alexandros, looking at everyone and ignoring what was happening there, but at least waited to place his order. || As for upstairs: The young woman had entered the office and had left a small crack on the door, yet Helena did not seem to mind. Helena was cuddling with Anna, not caring about the young girl disliking it, and she was listening to her. The young girl stuttered a lot, something that made Helena arch a delicate eyebrow and cough to clear her throat once the young girl was done talking.- [Helena.] “First of all, close the door properly. Second, stop stuttering. Third, come and have a seat. I will wait.” –She said and looked at Anna with a smile, kissing her lips softly while waiting for the young girl to do as she was told.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Things were going off, all over the club, from Helena’s office, to Mr Nikolas on the bar top, dancing like he was at Sydney’s gay mardi gras. Beer soaked chest, his boxers, riding on his hips, barely, and that package…definately a two man job that one, anyways, Inga was saying her hellos to her favourite little Aussie, Dixie, when the star of the show, the woman of power, and the ability to have a man fire a goob of spunk ten metres from two faps, Mia, came trundling over and went on the attack…or so it seemed. Mia called out Inga’s name and naturally she turned around to see Mia, who prompty, smacked her across the face. “OCK!” -Too shocked to do much else, she was pulled into a fierce hug and the Diva hissed in her ear “Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, you crazy bitch.” Inga blinked, her sunglasses practically got knocked flying, only to be picked up by Kraus, who was ready to deal with the emotionally charged Mia. But instead, Inga held her face in her hands and then said to Mia in Italian : “Mia! … Tu schiaffo la mia faccia, e so che questo è su misura per voi, ora vi mostro come facciamo le cose in Svezia” (translation : “Mia!…You smack my face, and I know this is custom for you, now I show you how we do things in Sweden”) She drove Mia’s head down hard into her enormous F size boosies and then grinded them hard againest Mia’s face, so that either she was going to suffocate, or cream her panties, being so close and pesonal to her mighty melons of magic. “AkoochiechoochiechoochiCOO! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAHHH!”- She wiggled her ass, as she made sure to keep the wily Mia down for a good…oh…two minutes or so. Death Club…the girls will kill ya. <3>
DrakonMacar: Duke had enough watching. After the rather vrutal ass whooping he’d dished out, he contemplated getting another drink but something inside him made him want to keep his distance from the other non-security personnel He sighed, resigning himself to the guilt he’d bottled up, letting it simmer again. He was going to use it as an example of what went wrong and with that, he noticed something. An old man who’d not been doing anyhing aside from wandering listlessly and then of course there was the other Russian. Duke called the camera room, ~Track father time here on the west side. Just one eye, nothing more.~ With that he had had enough waiting. In just a few seconds he was down stairs and back at the bar area, skirting along the edge of the others. “Hand me a bottled water.” He told the spare tender who tossed him one from the fridge. Duke promptly twisted it open and began sipping to cold liquid, although the rather nasty look kept to his face, he at least felt relief that the rest of the crew was getting along again. He capped it again and made to turn around, one fist clenched, one hand tightly gripping the bottle. He’d paused and took off his hat, fanning himself with it lazily, stony faced with a bit of blood showing around the stitches on his nose.
LadyBelz: “Mia! … Tu schiaffo la mia faccia, e so che questo è su misura per voi, ora vi mostro come facciamo le cose in Svezia” -Mia, completely understanding what she had said, laughed out loud, glad to have staved off the crying fit she was close to having. But it was when Inga grabbed her head and shoved her face in between those Gigantotits of hers that Mia knew Inga was back in form. Giving the crowd a thrill, Mia pursed her lips, wrapped her arms around Inga’s waist and went with the flow, feeling a little bit turned on by the whole thing. But Inga was only a friend and she loved her like a sister. Inga let out a little shout and a booty shake that made everyone laugh before Mia found her head released. She was chuckling right along with everyone as she hugged Inga again.- “It’s so good to see you, Inga. We’ve missed you around here.” -Mia smiled, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.-
LuciL: “Oh no need to apologize, no harm no foul.” He was definitely American with his deep baritone accent coming through his lips and quite tall, going past six foot for sure. With his long raven hair and olive skin, his attire of mostly black with glimpses of red fit to his figure, a figure that Sabina was clearly checking out. Ever since the teasing make-out with Syler on Thursday it had left Sabina hanging and clearly wanting sex but she kept her cool and distracted herself through shopping and the appearance of a new friend- sweet, flailing Melissa. Her thoughts about the past week disappeared when she overheard the hot man in front of her say “Seems like there is a bit of room left for me to leave some love, if I may?” Sabina was brought back to the present feeling his hand holding maybe over one hundred euros slid between her breasts and insert the notes. She didn’t care if it wasn’t as much as her regulars gave her on a Saturday night, he was divine and Sabina’s mind was immediately creeping back to what he look like naked and underneath her…or on top of her. Then he smiled and she was like butter “So what’s your name darling?” Sabina was about to answer parting her lips to deliver a flirtatious comment back only to quick shut her mouth as his charming demeanor changed and he was abruptly apologising “I’m sorry, I have to go. Uh, but here, this is the hotel I’m staying at. If you find yourself around there look me up. My name is Marrok.” His name hung in the air as she accepted the hotel card- It had read Grand Hotel Bohemia, giggling to herself she licked her lips “Till tomorrow Marrok..” She had made it a promise to find this fellow and take him right there and then, she tucked the card deep inside her sparkling black panties, she wouldn’t have any action tonight, she would get it all tomorrow if she could find Marrok that is. Dragging her eyes from the main entrance, Sabina turned towards the bar just as she watched Inga push Mia between her large assets and rub her between them letting out a whoop. Sabina burst out laughing cupping her mouth as she quietly approached them “It’s so good to see you, Inga. We’ve missed you around here.” Mia said out loud over the crowd’s laughing and chatter, the feeling was mutual Sabina was still shocked that Inga was here and alive, shadowed by her ever loving Kraus. “I’ll finish these two THEN walk around” Hearing Melissa talk to herself again, holding onto her second glass of what looked like rum, Sabina giggled sidling close to the 19 year old and hugged her waist gesturing towards Mia and Inga “Mel…what you are witnessing is one of those special, rare moments in the life of the Deathclub. The buxom blonde is one of our barmaids, her name is Inga and she has returned” A huge smile lighting up Sabina’s face.
Tikool: Melissa stared at what looked like a soft porn video, seeing the woman being tit raped was amusing to say the least,even how she reacted was funny enough. She was ready to down her drink when Rina appeared and sat next to her and hugged her pointing towards the action ” Mel… what you are witnessing is one of those special, rare moments in the life of the Deathclub. The buxom blonde is one of our barmaids, her name is Inga and she has returned ” Staring again almost in wonder herself she quickly downs her drink and goes to stand up, but not before randomly giving Rina a huge hug. ” Because I wanted too. ” Letting go she stands up out her seat and does an odd pose poking her own nose. ” Lets go say hi? Buy them a drink? But before that… I didn’t know you worked here? I’m still in shocked I mean what are the odds.” Looking down at Rina’s figure and looking back up. ” And I feel over dressed now. I should’ve wore my pussy shorts., but I don’t have any shoes that would match.” Turning to Inga Melissa points seeing if it was ok to randomly walk over there and buy drinks.
Carrendar: Without hesitation, the door was closed shut, her blue irises glancing over the two curiously. The next command, she smiled and simply nodded. Medical reasons could be explained later, she wasn’t about to make excuses. Third. Sit. Oh goodie. Her mouth in a straight line, she flicked her bangs back and strode over to the two, finding a empty sit and sitting down. Iggys phone was buzzing off the hook, and she slipped her hand into her pocket and turned the phone off, quickly sliding the hand back out and resting her hands in her lap, not exactly sure what to do or say. She did know that this woman was the type of woman where she asks the questions, and you anwser them. She tells you to do something, best do it. Or else. Iggys imagination soared. Heh.. What things would she have to do or say? Oh the thoughts… Maybe coming to the unknown floor known as upstairs wasn’t such a good idea after all.. Anywho, as Iggy waited for further instructions or interrogation, she thought back to her classes in school when she had to use certien techniques to keep her from stuttering as much, along with the countless hours of speech therepy. Such things would come in handy if she wanted to stay on the.. Rather attractive ladies good side.
iShatteredSanity: -At the bar: Demetrios and Alexandros were laughing and flipping each other, having fun and a good time while looking at what was going on. When Inga shoved Mia’s face between her breasts, Alexandros turned his head to look at Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “Tell me why the hell I did not play the lotto. Tell me. Or at least tell me why I did not make a bet on that.” –Demetrios looked at Alexandros, inclining his head lightly to the right for some time before tilting it back to its place.- [Demetrios.] “Hmm… Maybe because you are a dork? I can not think of a better excuse.” –He said and flipped him off while laughing.- [Alexandros.] “You really are an asshole.” –He said and laughed as well. One could think that those two were drunk or something, but the truth was far from that. They were actually having a good time and they did not care about what some other people thought. But they soon stopped laughing when the old man in the suit approached the bar. Demetrios knew him very well and Alexandros recognized his face from somewhere. Shifting his gaze to the side he noticed Demetrios shaking his head slightly. Alexandros nodded slightly in return and looked at Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “And why did you stop laughing now? Dude, maybe you need the number of my dealer after all.” –Alexandros said and laughed, nudging Demetrios with his elbow. Demetrios sticked his tongue out and shrugged his shoulders.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, maybe I do.” –He said and looked at the old man in the suit who looked back at him.- “So, what brings you here this night Nikolai? As you can see we are having a good time and I don’t see anyone else with you. Are you sure that you can handle us alone?” –Demetrios said and lit a cigarette. The old man, Nikolai, looked at Demetrios as he spoke and shrugged his shoulders.- [Nikolai.] “I just came by to check place. Very nice club, I give you that.” –Nikolai said and pointed the pack of smokes.- “Now, give this old man one coffin nail, will you?” –Nikolai asked and extended his arm. Demetrios shrugged his shoulders and gave a cigarette to Nikolai while Alexandros was watching the two of them exchanging words.- “Thank you.” –Nikolai said and took a Zippo from his pocket, lighting it and lighting his cigarette, taking a deep drag and exhaling it slowly. But Demetrios was looking at him, wondering what he was really up to.- [Demetrios.] “What’s the purpose of you coming here?” –He asked and noticed Duke nearby. For some reason he was glad that Duke was nearby so that he would know the severity of the situation, but on the other hand Duke could find out that Demetrios was his boss. A really delicate situation.- [Nikolai.] “I told you young man, I am here for a drink and to see this place. What you did to my son is irrelevant to this place. If I want to kill you I will not do that in here, I will wait for the right moment and do that by myself.” –Nikolai said and offered a smirk to Demetrios. Demetrios took a deep drag of his smoke and chuckled as a devilish smirk appeared on his own facial expressions.- [Demetrios.] “You know something old man Nikolai? I really like you. You are a funny guy. Too bad that we have to be enemies. But I wish you the best of luck in killing me. You will need it.” –Demetrios said and took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling shortly afterwards as Nikolai smiled and nodded a few times.- [Nikolai.] “Young man, you have balls. I give you that. But balls alone will not save you. But I like you too. You remind me of my young days, that arrogance of yours. I thank you for your wish, and I also wish you luck.” –Nikolai said. Meanwhile Alexandros was looking at the two of them and he could feel the electricity in the air. Once Nikolai stopped talking he looked at them again and placed his hands on front of their mouths.- [Alexandros.] “Alright you two. Stop making me turn my head as if I am watching a tennis game, I really hate it. And stop with all that shit about revenge, really now. I can feel the electricity in the air and my hair will become frizzly or worse it will turn afro. Okay? Man some people need to get laid.” –Alexandros said and shook his head. || Meanwhile upstairs, Helena looked at the young girl who did as she was told, but the voice that was heard from the communicator made her grab the device and speak.- [Helena.] WHAT?! I am busy!” –She shouted. [Voice.] “Cake is ready. Going at bar now.” –The voice said and Helena rolled her eyes. Anna looked at her and got off her lap as Helena looked at the girl.- [Helena.] “I am sorry, come by next time or call me.” –Helena wrote down her number on a piece of paper and shoved it on the girl’s cleavage as she walked out.- “I will be waiting.” –She said and left the office, heading towards the bar. Inside the office Anna looked at the young girl and waved at her.- [Anna.] “And that’s your cue to get the fuck out of here. Come again.” –She said and looked at the girl leave. As Helena walked down the stairs, she looked at the guy who that voice from the communicator belonged and then she looked at the DJ, nodding to him. The music suddenly stopped and the DJ grabbed the mic.- [DJ.] “May I have your attention please. And no, I am not asking, this is actually something that you must do. Ahem. First of all welcome to the one and only Deathclub. Tonight we are very happy to announce the return of your idol, Miss Inga Snoggleblom, soon to be Inga Snoggleblom Zimmerman, or something like that. And yes, you can applaud now.” –The DJ said and a few people laughed while applauding for Inga.- “Yeah, that’s good. And now, go back to dancing.” –He said and turned the music back on as a young man around 20 years old came at the bar with a cake in his hands.- [Man.] “In behalf of the owner of the club and Miss Helena, this is for you.” –He said and placed the cake on the counter before taking a bow and leaving the scene through the back door.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – What a night it had been, Inga and Mia, could truly be called Bosom buddies, since Mia was the first woman to get so close to the delicious swedish magoombas. Kraus, well, he got a huge fat from seeing his beautiful bombshell get jelly with the amazing Mia. Now, all this was not lost on the bar staff, what with Nikolas having scored a whopping thousand euros in tips, for getting it off and washing himself down with beer. He jumped down off the bar top and bowed to all present, taking off the cowboy hat and placing it on Maggie’s head, since she had been such a good sport about his outrageous antics. The most precious moment of all, was when the DJ announced that Inga was now back in the Death Club, and to stay, which gained a rousing applause from right across the club. Inga blew kisses to everyone, right hand and left, Kraus was bowing over and over, like they were the new hot couple of Prague. Dixie watched from the side lines, and was leaning up against the wall that was adjacent the stairs to the offices up stairs. She knew that this was Inga’s moment, and she didn’t want to spoil it for her, so instead, she decided to go up and see how Duke was fairing, since she had asked repeatedly for Demetrios to find out if he was okay. Back at the bar, one of the barmen brought out a huge cake, to honor her return to the club. It was huge, pink and with Hello Kitty and an enormous gummy bear crafted top, oozing will more strawberry syrup. It was the kind of cake that would amaze even Strawberry shortcake. Inga was now teary, as she didn’t know the words to say, to thank everyone, and went quiet, her chin trembling as she said a very hushed “Thank you” Kraus started to cut a piece of cake for her, when Maggie decided she was going to help Inga have a piece. She got the extra spatula out and dug out a massive chunk and slapped it on the plate. Maggie was just about to hand it over when Nikolas bumped her from behind and the cake soared off the plate and right smack bang into Inga’s face. Maggie stood frozen for a moment, as Kraus looked between them. “Oh…oh shit”- Inga drew her claw like nailed fingers through the cake, the gloobs landing in her cleavage and other places, including the floor. “You bitch!”- She took a hand ful of cake and hurled it with bad aim, hitting Nikolas. ~SPLATT!~ Nikolas couldn’t barely see, and he took a piece of the cake, hurling it with a maniac grin, again, misfiring and it smacked Kraus. “CAKE FIGHT!” one of th waitors cried out. People were grabbing at the cake, hurling pieces of pink gummy goodness, in all directions. It was an insane mess, with Inga laughing in the midst of all this, as Kraus buried his own face in her tits, licking off the excess cream.
LadyBelz: -After having properly welcomed Inga back, Mia decided it was time to go home. She headed upstairs to change, before remembering it was pay day and that there was a meeting after the club closed. So instead she wandered off to take a leisurely shower. Once again, not caring that she’d left the door unlocked, knowing full well that the eyes and ears of the place was tuned in, she stripped down to the buff and headed into the shower area. Stepping under the warm spray, she let the water beat a pattern on her skin, massaging away the tenseness in her shoulders and arms before tipping her head back and letting the water run through her long locks. Grabbing up her shampoo, she poured a small amount into her hand and began rubbing it into her hair, murmuring a soft “hmmm” as she did so. Rinsing the soap from her hair, she turned to reach for the body wash when a hand clamped down on her wrist, almost painfully. It took a lot to surprise her, and this was definitely a surprise. Angrily, she turned around to see who had invaded her privacy and nearly gaped when she saw who stood there.- “What are you doing here? How did you get in without anyone seeing you?” -she demanded, not bothering to grab a towel to cover herself with. The person who stood there invading her personal space chuckled, before stepping under the warm spray with her, pulling her close.- “I missed you. You did not call for anozer ehpointment.” -Andrei murmured, suckling her neck in a spot he knew would make her swoon. Her eyes did close and she tossed her head back as his hands roamed her wet and naked form.- “I didn’t think you’d want to see me again.” -she moaned as one of his hands found its way between her thighs, his fingers pressing deep into her.- “Mia, Mia. I alvayz vant to see you.” -Andrei growled, kissing her hard. He grabbed her leg, pulling it up around his waist before swiftly impaling her on his hard cock. She gasped into his mouth as he pressed her into the wall, allowing her to wrap both legs securely around his waist as he rammed into her.- “Fuck!” -he growled, grabbing her sweet ass in his large hands and thrusting hard. Anyone daring to walk into the room just then would definitely get an eyeful. Both were uncaring of this fact, or the fact there was a food fight occuring one floor below as they succumbed to their passions.-
LuciL: Sabina watching the scene unfold before her was pulled into a spontaneous hug from Melissa, an affectionate smile gracing Sabina’s lips as she embraced her dear young friend back “Because I wanted too” was Melissa’s excuse before letting go. Giving the girl a side look, Sabina reached up and ruffled her red tresses as Melissa pokes her own nose “Lets go say hi? Buy them a drink? But before that… I didn’t know you worked here? I’m still in shocked I mean what are the odds.” Sabina laughed as she relaxed into the bar stool, still attempting to keep all the euros in her outfit, being mindful how she moved especially with the hotel card in the front of her skirt. Quietly explaining as the DJ tapped on the microphone and announced to the hushed crowd “May I have your attention please. And no, I am not asking, this is actually something that you must do. Ahem. First of all welcome to the one and only Deathclub. Tonight we are very happy to announce the return of your idol, Miss Inga Snoggleblom, soon to be Inga Snoggleblom Zimmerman, or something like that. And yes, you can applaud now.” Sabina giggled and clapped with the rest of the crowd, cheering on the Swedish porn starlet who was getting teary as a very pink cake was handed over to her. Turning back to Melissa, Sabina shouted over the music “Been working here for a month as an escort/dancer for the patrons, its good pay I must admit” She felt Melissa’s eyes check out her outfit especially with the skimpy belt top flooding with euros. “And I feel over dressed now. I should’ve wore my pussy shorts., but I don’t have any shoes that would match.” Sabina gave Melissa a Look, was the girl feeling clothing conscious near her, giggling and clasping Melissa’s hands she winked at her “I’ll make you sexeh Mel, we can go shopping again honey” just as a flying piece of pink strawberry cake collided with her abdomen “Who did that?!” Sabina jumped onto her stiletto feet, her hands immediately grabbing the money from her top and garters stuffing them securely into her panties along with the hotel card, it was getting rather stuffy in there…one of the patrons froze midway and stared at the Romanian woman “Oh shit…” he muttered as Sabina quickly walked over to where the cake was and threw it at him. While this occurring she kept ducking from the projectile pieces of sweet goodness and quickly sidled close to Inga and Kraus who had his mouth occupied on his fiance’s breasts “Welcome back Inga, soo good to see you” Sabina side hugged the woman and quickly ducked again and ran over to Melissa not before getting hit on the back of the head with another cake piece “At least my hair is pink to match the cake”
Tikool: Melissa over hears the Dj over the mic and watches as everyone starts clapping, turning back as she heard the line ” I’ll make you sexeh Mel” She turns facing Rina and not really watching what she was thinking goes off to say something when it happened, CAKE EVERYWHERE. Dumbfounded she watched the scene explode in flying cake from mars or something, everyone was suddenly randomly throwing cake everywhere. She couldn’t help herself, remembering a line she heard in the game Mass Effect where a random guy screamed ‘ Eniemes EVERYWHERE ‘ she smirked and was going to shout it but with cake but what actually came out was this… ” KITTIES AND PUSSIES EVERYWHERE ” Surely she couldn’t be THAT drunk right? Well she was and didn’t even noticed she said what she said, only watching cake fly all over the lace like it was a food fight movie back in the 90’s. Turning she sees Rina ducking and running over to Inga and then back missing all the cake until… BAMM, smirking a little she can’t contain herself. ” Want me to lick that off? ” Before a reponse was given Melissa’s hit in the chest with cake. looking down and looking back up she simply smirks, grabs her last drink, and pours a little bit over the cake. ” Least I’m extra sweet now right? ”
iShatteredSanity: -Both Nikolai and Demetrios looked at Alexandros surprised by his reaction and then looked at each other as the DJ spoke. Nikolai looked at them both and a creepy smile made its appearance on his facial expressions.- [Nikolai.] “I guess that this is time for the old man to go. I am a fan of Miss Snoggleblom as well. I will see you again some time soon young Demetrios. And next time we shall have another kind of talk.” –Nikolai said and Demetrios cracked his neck and knuckles.- [Demetrios.] “Old man Nikolai, bring it, I will be waiting.” –Demetrios said and both him and Nikolai exchanged a glare that could send shivers down one’s spine.- [Nikolai.] “Enjoy your time for as long as it lasts.” –He said and rose from his seat, and walking away, right on time before a piece of cake fell on his seat.- “Oh, I am lucky I guess.” –He said and walked away from the bar, apologizing for bumping on a few patrons. Alexandros and Demetrios looked at him walking away before they looked at each other.- [Demetrios.] “It has begun. Listen, this is my war, not yours. I don’t want you t—” –Demetrios’ sentence was cut by Alexandros who elbowed his ribs. Demetrios groaned and looked at him.- “What was that for?” –Demetrios asked and Alexandros shrugged his shoulders.- [Alexandros.] “I just rebooted you since you were lagging.” –He said and Demetrios inclined his head to the side.- “Meh, you are an idiot. I am in this too. Stop with this shit of lifting all the weight on your shoulders alone. You are up against an organization, not a small gang. You will need my help and I will give it to you. Don’t forget man…” –Alexandros made a slight pause and head butted Demetrios, holding his head pressed against his.- “…we are brothers in arms. And I am also at fault here as well. We are on this together. Just like 9 years ago.” –Alexandros said and Demetrios blinked once since he could not nod.- [Demetrios.] “I guess you are right, brother.” –He said and patted Alexandros’ shoulder with enough force to actually feel it on his forehead. Alexandros chuckled and slowly pulled away.- [Alexandros.] “Well I do love being close to you, but not /that/ close. I am into romance, not bromance. I am into normal sex, not yaoi.” –He said and shrugged.- “Plus those ladies over there were about to cum the universe.” –He said and pointed a small group of girls who were staring at the two of them with eyes that were almost like hearts, like the eyes that some women get on anime. Demetrios gulped and coughed softly to clear his throat before looking at Alexandros.- [Demetrios.] “You do have a strong point there. Plus Dixie would kick my sorry ass.” -Demetrios said and looked around for her. Alexandros had sat on the stool again and finished his drink when all of a sudden a piece of the cake landed on his face.- [Alexandros.] “Oh I will be damned. I got a cake, good thing that it is not a bukkake.” –He said and began cleaning up his face with his finger, licking it clean afterwards. Demetrios looked at that and literally laughed his ass off, glad that he was sitting on a corner. As for Helena who had walked down? She had finally reached the bar when a piece of cake fell on her chest and she looked around arching a delicate eyebrow. Some of the staff and the bouncers looked at her with eyes wide open and the pupils dilated. But while one would expect her to be mad, she smirked deviously and smeared her chest and breasts with the cake.- [Helena.] “Did you all think that you could get all the fun for yourselves?” –She asked and grabbed some of the cake, throwing it at Sabina.- “Come and get me, but make sure to clean up afterwards.” –She said with a devious smirk on her face while waiting to see what she was going to do.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The scene on the ground floor of the club, was a sea of cake, gummy bears, smeared jelly, it was just the biggest mess, with people tossing hunks of cake into the next one, others slipping over and having people land on them, like a bowling ball had torn through the place and knocked everyone like skittles. From Dixie’s vantage point, she could see who would be next, and when Helena copped it, Dixie said. “Ooo bugger.”- She could also see Kraus, feasting off his fiance’s breasts, which was kinda kinky but totally cool. Maggie was running around the bar, trying to get away from Nikolas, who was sporting a large hunk of cake. The squeals from the Irish song bird were so ear piercing, she should be classed as a weapon by the department of defence. Inga was still thanking people, including Sabina and Mel, even though she had to prize her Kraus’s head out so she could turn ro face them “Thankz you….so kind…this is vonderful party. Excuse me, while..Kraus finishes dhe cleaning.” She snickered and placed her hand on the back of his head, and forced him to finish licking off the cream. Dixie dodged several pieces of cake, flying her way, and skipped back up the stairs, to Helena’s office, thinking that would be the safest place to hang out, since no one seemed to be buying drinks at the moment. She opened the door and wandered in. “Hello…anyone here?” <3>
LadyBelz: -Afterwards, dried and dressed, Mia looked at Andrei as he was putting his shoes back on.- “Andrei, how did you get in here without anyone seeing you?” -she asked again. He looked at her, a strange light in his eyes.- “I took backstairs. Door vas open. I vanted to see you. You vant to see me, correct?” -he stated. She smiled slightly as she brushed her damp hair.- “Of course, but I’m not exactly thrilled that you came to my job. Don’t do that again.” -she warned him. He gave her a look before he nodded. Standing, he walked up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her neck before bending down and kissing her cheek. He met her eyes in the mirror before turning with a smirk, leaving as quietly as he had arrived. Mia watched him go, shaking her head. To her, it was a very strange encounter and she hoped it never happened again. Snatching up a magazine, she made herself comfortable on the couch while waiting for the club to close. She wanted to get paid, find out what the meeting was about and go home.-
LuciL: Taking a seat beside Melissa once more who shouted loudly and looked ready to fall off her stool “KITTIES AND PUSSIES EVERYWHERE!” Sabina shot Melissa a suggestive look when the clearly wasted 19 year old smirked at her “Want me to lick that off” just as cake landed on the girl’s supple breasts and she poured the rest of the rum over it “Least I’m extra sweet now right?” Sabina laughed as she hugged Melissa tightly whispering hotly in her ear “My dear Mel, you are incredibly wasted right now…” Leaning down she slid her tongue out and quickly took a swipe of the rum mixed cake from between Melissa’s exposed cleavage “Mmm…it is rather tasty” She licked her lips nodding and giving the girl a cheeky grin at what she had just done. Another piece of cake soon hit her back, jumping back onto her feet, Sabina spun on her toes “Uh again?!” Only to see the redhead proxy herself, her voluptuous breasts already covered in strawberry cake and was giving Sabina a bold statement “Come and get me, but make sure to clean up afterwards.” Sabina returned Helena’s smirk and tilted her head towards Melissa “Say Mel…you want to meet Deathclub’s owner?” Sabina left the bar table once more and walked towards Helena, her dark eyes eyeing the cake covered fellow Romanian woman “Is that dessert for me? You are so kind” She giggled softly
Tikool: She watched and before she could think about what she just said Rina went and actually licked some of the cake off her boobs, second time a hot chick went there, only THIS time it was HER fault. Not knowing exactly what to do she smiply stared and tried to hide a huge smirk and let this happen. ” Didn’t think she would actually do it. And a cake fight randomly, I’m starting to like this place more and more. JL’s going to kill me.” Watching Rina get up and get hit with more cake she simply watches as she makes an exchange with someone else and licks more cake off her own breast with her finger. ” I AM quite tasty” laughing to herself she shaes her head and turns back around when she hears ” Say Mel… you want to meet Deathclub’s owner? ” Melissa nods and jumps off the seat not scared anymore and ready for just about anything. She didn’t care about the cake on her, and at the time she didn’t care she was letting out signs she was part Lesbo. This is gonna haunt her later, but right now she didn’t care. She follows Rina and hears ” Is that dessert for me? and giggled herself. ” Heh, I want some, with a bit of icecream.”
iShatteredSanity: -The party had already started. Caking flying on every direction and pretty much nobody was safe form the cake bullets. There was not a single person who did not have some cake on themselves, apart from a few lucky ones like Demetrios who was sitting in a corner, laughing at Alexandros but looking around for Dix. Where was she? Should he ring her or not? He took out his cellphone and pulled Dix’s contact, staring at the screen and wondering if he should call her or not. Alexandros next to him looked at his cellphone and chuckled.- [Alexandros.] “Sorry man, I need to take a piss and clean this cake from my face. I am too sweet, I don’t need any more than that otherwise the ladies will get bad teeth in a moment.” –He said and Demetrios rolled his eyes while shaking his head.- [Demetrios.] “Do what you need to do.” –He said and looked back on the screen on his cellphone, still pondering on calling Dix. || Meanwhile, Helena was wiggling her fingers at Sabina and her friend as she grabbed some more cake, smearing her breasts some more and holding some in her hand.- [Helena.] “Follow me you two.” –She said and slowly walked away from the bar, walking up the stairs to the private rooms but every once in a while checking to see if the girls followed her. || Inside the office. The lights were dimmed and only a buzzing sound of the computers could be heard. The cold light of the monitors was lighting the area, creating an eerie scenery. While the room seemed to be empty, it actually was not. Anna was there, but she could not be seen since she was hiding behind the couch. If Dix was to proceed she could see the monitors and some places of the club like the bar, the lounge, the DJ booth, the sensual room, the dance floor and a few others. But the main focus on one monitor was on the bar and more specifically on Demetrios. That was something hat he had requested so that he could give some commands to Helena faster than just calling her. Plus it was safer since this way people would only think that he was just a weirdo if he was grimacing. And the image on the monitor was a Demetrios who looked on his cellphone with Dix’s name on the screen.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – The office was unusually dark, the illumination only came from the monitors that were deeper in. Dixie didn’t like the smell for one thing, and she wrinkled up her nose, placing the back of her hand up to her upper lip. Her eyes squinting. “Hello?” she repeated it again, but no one was answering. Dixie looked over at Helena’s desk, then the couch. No movement, no, there was no one here. Dixie was about to leave, when she noticed that the monitors were showing off different parts of the club, but there was one place the cameras centered on. The bar. Taking a few steps closer, she could see that the camera was focused upon Demetrios himself. The whole array of monitors the cold blue hue of the pictures, reflected upon Dixie’s skin. Her expression became more curious, as she reached out for the controls and zoomed in on Demetrios. Why was the cameras pointing at him? What reason would Helena have to focus on the bar? Her heart started to beat faster as she saw that Demetrios had his cell phone pulled out, and it had her number displayed. Suddenly, Dixie felt violated. What if Helena had been watching her every move behind the bar….her work life, sure she was to do her duty at work and always had, but this? Something, felt wrong. Stepping back she lowered her hand to her side, and then quickly ran out of the office, slamming the door. Everyone seemed to be leaving, Kraus had Inga in a fireman lift hold and was carrying her out to her sports car,and Helena seemed to have vanished. Maggie was snogging Nikolas, in the dark of the store room, out of sight, and Demetrios was still sitting in that same place, holding his cell. Dixie quickly smoothed down her skirt and went down the stairs slowly, trying not to slip in the cake. Whoever was in charge of cleaning, was going to be pissed. Approaching Demetrios from behind, she asked. “Looking for me?” <3? >
LadyBelz: -Checking her watch for the fifth time, Mia decided it was time to go home, regardless of getting paid or not. She was exhausted and that little thing with Andrei had her bullshit radar going on high alert. Grabbing her jacket and keys, she left the room, closing the door behind her. She turned around to see Helena and two other girls, one she didn’t know, the other she did, coming up the back stairwell leading to her office and did not see Dixie leaving it. All three of them were covered in cake and giggling and Mia rolled her eyes.- “Oh for fuck’s sake, Helena, don’t you get enough with your little Anna toy?” -Mia groaned, annoyed.- “Nevermind, don’t answer that. I just want my paycheck so I can go home.”-
LuciL: Sabina had overhear Melissa step close behind her and say in her drunken haze “Heh, I want some, with a bit of icecream.” Sure the girl was drunk but she was letting down her guard and was oozing out that she was lesbian it had made Sabina chuckle and she didn’t have that many Black Russians to down so kept her head on. She knew she promised herself that she would get involved in any action, particularly that involved taking off her underwear and spilling the money and that treasured hotel card but Sabina also recalled the first day or second day that she had come to the Deathclub and was interviewed by Helena in the office, given the low down of what the club was like. The two women had also promised each other, literally and tonight it sure felt like it was going to be it. However Sabina did not expect Melissa to follow but it had made her chuckle amused, IF the teenage girl remembered tomorrow when they recovered from tonight, the reaction was going to be priceless. Sabina jotted down that before she went to find Marrok, she would offer coffee time with Melissa, just to remind her of what would occur or not occur with Helena. A cheeky smile crossing her face she followed Helena up the stairs, making sure that above the music she heard Melissa follow her if she did follow and walked past the occupied private rooms. Her dark eyes drifted down to Helena’s behind, admiring each curved and swallowed saliva down her suddenly dry throat. Was she nervous? Well it had been a year since she had sex with another female and that was just intense. The mere memory made Sabina’s cheeky smile turn to a smirk and she hurried after Helena, her heels clicking across the floor.
Tikool: Melissa was gone, you thik with all she been drinking this past week a few rums would be nothing. BUT add in those rums, around 7 if we’re keeping count AND add crowns to that, yup she was outta there. Pulling her iphone 4 out she smiles away and without thinking texts Jones. Yeah JONES, he’s only the friend she was scared to talk too because she felt like a failure and didn’t want to tell him any news unless it was that she got a car, a new house, a new band and a sweet DJing job and was making mucho monies. Melissa smiles and texts away ‘ Hey Jones, bro, it’s your friend BRO, which you really need a new nickname for me. Cause I”ve been way too girly lately. I’m drinko and drunko and about to maybe get a fucko. Wanna see my cake infested boob? ” Pulling the idevice away fro mher face she points it at her chest, revealing more than a side boob and snaps a photo. Drunk wnough to do it, but apparently not drunk enough to NOT do it. Even when drunk gilr knew how to handle her phone, perfectly. I guess so, seeing as those things cost an arm, a leg, maybe ahouse, and two dogs with a lawsuit if you dropped it. She lightly tabs Rina on the back and simply says ” This isn’t scaring anyone is it? This is scaring YOU is it? ” She didn’t want to scare off the only friend she’s made so far, but she’s too gone to pick up any thing and is just happy she’s not over thinking right now. ” it’s gonna be a momococomo kind of night. ”
iShatteredSanity: -Inside the office. Anna flinched at the sound of the door slamming behind Dix when the later stormed off. Anna had been watching the whole thing and she wanted to tell Dix that the whole thing was not stalking or something like that but a mean for Demetrios to contact Helena while in front of others and not make anyone suspicious. Anna curled up in a ball and remained hidden behind the couch, waiting for her Mistress to return. || Downstairs at the bar. Demetrios kept pondering on ringing Dix since he was starting to worry. He even turned his head to look at Alexandros, but he was still in the toilet.- [Demetrios.] “Goddamnit” –He mumbled and left the phone on the counter, lighting a smoke and smoking it slowly.- “Damnit Dix, where are you?” –The visit from Nikolai earlier made him think that he was not alone after all and that something had happened to Dix. He shook his head to make those thoughts go away and it was that time when he heard Dix’s voice, “Looking for me?”. Demetrios turned his head and looked at Dix who had appeared behind him, immediately putting out his cigarette and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in a warm embrace.- “Yes, yes I was looking for you.” –He said and kissed her forehead softly.- “I was worried you know.” –He said again. || And upstairs again. Helena had seen Mia who seemed to be pissed off about something, but Helena could not tell what. But then she realized why.- [Helena.] “I see. Give me a moment.” –She said and wiped her hand on her skirt to clean her hand from the cake and she ran inside her office. Wiping her hands with a wet cloth, she took out the check book and filled it. Once done she rushed back to Mia, giving her the check.- “There you go. 3000 euros. Spend them wise.” –She said and took some of the cake from her breasts with her right hand index finger and placed it on Mia’s lips, winking at her.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Demetrios had been looking for Dixie, and of course, she knew it. She had seen it all on the screen. The bar was closing and thankfully the other staff got in to do the till, and the restocking of the fridges. Dixie walked straight into Demetrios’s embrace, a warm smile upon her lips. She promised herself, she wouldn’t doubt him, but that would never stop her doubting Helena. Not after seeing the walls of monitors that was in the office. Dixie had managed to come out of the cake fight unscatched, unlike everyone else, and she was pretty happy to have missed it, since their is nothing worse than getting cake on your new threads. Demetrios kissed her forehead, like he would a young child, and she closed her eyes, reminding herself that he loved her. She whispered so only he could hear. “Can we go home? I just want to be in our own place, away from all this and the noise.”- she kissed the tip of his nose and promised- “I’ll wash the cake off you.”- <3>
LadyBelz: -Staring straight into Helena’s eyes, Mia slowly licked the cake from her lips, making sure she got every little bit of it.- “Hmm. Fruity.” -she giggled before snatching the check from Helena’s fingers. Folding it, she tucked it into her top, smirking at the three of them.- “Ladies…enjoy the rest of your…evening.” -She stepped around them and down the stairs, careful not to slip in any of the cake still littering the floor. She smacked Ivan on the ass on her way out the door, jumping into the cab that was waiting for her and giving the address to her apartment.-
LuciL: The hype in the Deathclub was starting to die down many of the patrons were leaving or being ushered out by the bouncers, Josef who waited around to see if he could steal some private time with Sabina could not find the pink hair vixen anywhere and sighed out defeated quietly leaving through the main entrance. Upstairs, the three had bumped into Mia was looking rather pissed off from what Sabina could see that tonight was paycheck. Sabina felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around seeing Melissa right behind her, her phone out and what appeared to be flashing the side of her breast “This isn’t scaring anyone is it? This is scaring YOU is it?” Sabina giggled and shook her head, once again running her hand through Melissa’s red hair “Not scared, let’s say its been a while since a woman touched me” With that being said she saw Helena disappear into the office and come back out with a check “There you go. 3000 euros. Spend them wise.” She then proceeded to tease the Deathclub star by swiping some of the cake off her breasts and onto Mia’s lips. The Italian woman licked it off her mouth and snatched the check off Helena with a smile “Ladies…enjoy the rest of your…evening.” and she left the three upstairs. Sabina then smiled delighted realising today was pay day releasing her hand from Melissa’s hair and wrapped an arm around Helena’s waist propping her chin onto the redhead’s right shoulder “Draga (Darling) you didn’t tell us we were going to get paid today? Where’s my check” A smirk appearing on Sabina’s face as she arched her pierced eyebrow at Helena.
Tikool: Watching the lady walk off and being told to enjoy their evening, Melissa giggles feeling Rina’s hand on her head. the words ” Not scared, lets say its been a while since a woman touched me” Letting out a ” PHEW” She quickly follows as she watches Rina run up to the new woman she was blindly following and simply watched. Her eyes light up in mild shock as a rumble shakes her hand and looks. OH look Jones replied back, clicking the text she reads not knowing what his reply would be. Jones never tried to hit on her before so this was new. ” My my Bro.. what will you say? ” Reading the text Melissa’s eyes ran over the words ‘ The fuck? LOL No I don’t want to see your, cake infested boob? What are you doing? Please don’t tell me you’re drinking and somehow got yourself in some jam? And NO not the sandwich kind of jam either smartass, so don’t reply with that weakassbullshit. You wore it out before you left. Glad to hear fro myou either way, so nect time I call your awkward ass.. ANSWER! and you can tell me about it then, and no playing with yourself while I’m talking either ok. Shit’s odd.’ Melissa looks at the phone in a daze like state, she felt bad for worring him but it was for a reason. She didn’t do anything yet and didn’t want to waste time with normal chit chat. When she left she said ” next time I talk to you, I’m gonna be RICH BITCH.” But anyone outside that would’ve just took that comment aside, Melissa took it to heart as she didn’t want to be known as a bullshiter. Finally catching up to Rina and the other Woman she stands at the door, simply watching the events unfold. Nothing on her mind but getting rid of the odd feeling she was having, to say she was getting horny was an understandment, even tho she’s kindof horny all the time.
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios was holding Dix tight into his arms and nodded his head at her words.- [Demetrios.] “Of course. Lets go home.” –He said and began walking towards the exit. Alexandros who had come out of the toilets saw them leaving and he shrugged his shoulders.- [Alexandros.] “Oh what the hell, buh-buy Deathclub. See you next week.” –He said and walked outside as well. || Meanwhile Helena winked at Mia as she walked outside along with the many customers. Turning her head she looked at Sabina and her friend, giggling and pointing her office.- [Helena.] “In there. Stay here.” –She said and stormed off to her office once again, sighing one check for 3000 eur, leaving the office to give the 3000 check to Sabina.- “There, your money. Now, do you want to leave? Or stay and have some fun?” –She said and walked inside her office again, leaving her door half open.-
LuciL: Sabina chuckled as she released her hold off Helena who told her to wait here and disappeared into the office. She came back out and handed over the three thousand euro check to Sabina who eagerly took it off her. She could not remember the exact payment of what she was given on her first pay night but she had no doubt that the tips she was given from her patrons and regular fans that it would be quite the good money for just tonight. Looking over her shoulder and seeing Melissa text someone on her iphone as usual it seemed to be, Sabina heard Helena’s offer “There, your money. Now, do you want to leave? Or stay and have some fun?” Sabina was very tempted to go into the office and indulge in some cherry temptations but giving Melissa another look seeing how the girl was swaying on her toes made Sabina re-think about the situation. Her mind also drifted back to Chise and telling the Japanese girl about a job. Stepping slightly into the office, Sabina pressed a hand on Helena’s shoulders grinning at her slightly then quickly pecked her lips muttering against them “I’ll give you a call, there is someone I want you to meet. She needs a job and I told her she could meet you. I’ll give you my details later ok” Sabina took a step back and smiled, tucking a strand of cake covered pink hair behind her ear, allowing her silver hoop earring to shine under the various lighting “Mel, what you say to coffee this early morning?”
Tikool: Melissa puts her phone away and looks up to the question asked of her. ” Coffee sounds awesome. ‘Side we never got to finish our hang out” Looking around for anything else she waits by the door looking at the ceiling. ” JL is going to kill me. ”
iShatteredSanity: -Helena looked at Sabina and shrugged her shoulders.- “Fair enough. I will be waiting.” –She said and looked at her leaving, along with the other one. Helena looked at the club getting empty and she nodded at herself.- “Things went well. Lets hope that things will be like this.” –She muttered to herself and walked inside her office, losing her clothes and calling for Anna.- “Anna dear, momma is home. I need you to clean me good.” –She said and sat on her char, butt naked and waiting for a special round with her beloved one.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Outside the club, a familiar car turned up to take the reserved space for VIP’s. It was a sportcar, pink of course, and what was on the side, the bonnet and the roof? Well, none other than hello Kitty. In it at the wheel, was none other than Inga Snoggleblom, the buxom porn star, barmaid to the Death Club and now the new face of Oil of Ole’ facial products. Opening the passenger door, was everyone’s favourite nerd, Kraus Zimmerman, wearing his favourite Superman t shirt, blue jeans and matching sneakers. He checked his collectable seiko Superman watch, and checked the time. He grinned and then shut his door carefully, before going around and opening the door, the long leg of Inga, her foot in a gorgeous pair of pink pumps from Milan. She was kitted out in a tight pink pvc mini dress, strapless, and done up with lacing at the back, her size F breasts bulging out the top, nipples almost exposed. Her hair was all teased up in a beehive, with curls coming down the sides, and sporting a huge round pair of hot pink sunglasses, her make up done professionally, by her stylist from the porn studios. It was then the papparazzi pounced, cameras clicking with men shouting “Miss Inga…this way…look right…smile, come on. Looking good, Inga…Inga…Inga this way. One more just one more.”- Inga posed with Kraus, arm in arm, both doing their best to keep up the appearances, Inga even doing the peace symbol, smiling. Her lips a lustrous shade of hot pink, matching her gucci purse. The bouncers would be of course ready to move the crush of photographers. :: At the bar, Nikolas was flexing his pecks at Iggy as she giggled and acted like a school girl on prom night. “Um.. Nick? Z’I h-h-have a q-q-uestion.” He stopped flexing, and then smiled, as Dixie came up and whooped him on the ass. “You’re not a bloody giggilo, Nick…get on the job and stop showing off ya keg to the clients…Jesus Christ, put on a shirt, Mate.” Dixie shook her head and went back to get Jenny’s orders for the rooms, while Nick shrugged and went right on flirting with Iggy. “Shoot Igs. What you wanna know?” Iggy asked, in her own special way, about getting a job in security, and this made Nikolas snort, somewhat. “Shit, you wanna work under Duke…You’re braver than I thought. I think you need to go see Helena, she is up in the office at the top of the stairs, but…a word of warning.” -He motioned with the crook of his finger, for her to come closer. “She hits on anything with tits. So..if you value your life, stay away from her pussy. I hear it has teeth.” – He then nodded chuckling as Dixie shouted over the din. “And you will have no dick if she finds out you said that.” <3>
DrakonMacar: *Duke, got a rape on the floor.* Duke sneered more so than before. He’d found a target. ^I see him.^ A rather orange looking muscle head with a pencil thin beard, short over gelled hair a wife beater, sunglasses indoors and an unnecessary abundance of gold painted chains. In short a complete and total douche bag and one who was all over a girl in the middle of the dancing throng. He saw her look, tears and sweat on her as he groped and tried to have his way with the young lady in a now thoroughly rolled tube top, no bra, mini-skirt and a very tight thong. Duke would’ve shaken his head at the display had he not seen the straped being tugged on by one of the bastards hands while the other was over her breast, pinching and squeezing. Duke had stormed down the stairs and pointed at the man. “GET OVER HERE!” He shouted over the crowd, the douche bag looked as he hid the girl on the other side of his body as he looked at the rage filled head of security and released the hand he was forcing a wedgie with to flip Duke off before turning back around and resuming his business. Something inside of Duke rejoiced at the morons disorderly conduct and defiance of authority. He waded through the crowd like an ice breaker cutting a frozen sea, in a flash he tilted his hat downwards to hide his eyes as he double tapped the mans shoulder. “You’re out.” ‘Fuck you cowboy yankee doodle, go back to your saloon and hoe downs you faggot.’ Duke’s grin widened as his fingers twitched, squeezing them hard to pop all the knuckles in his right hand at once. “GET OVER HERE!” He shouted as he ripped the man away from the back of his chains, sliding around his now falling figure very quickly to get between him and the sobbing girl. “Get outta here kid, go to the bar and wait for me there.” Duke looked over his shoulder to the girl who sniffed and nodded. ‘YO IT’S ON COWBOY! YOU SHOULDA STAYED AT YO COUSINS TRAILER AND FUCKED HIM YOU HILLY BILLY INBREED FAGGOT.’ The douche bag got up as a circle of people suddenly formed around the scene, 5′ radius from either. “You’re outta your league you sack of shit. Nobody does that shit under my roof.” The douche wasted no time in winding up and throwing a punch at Duke’s face. ‘I’LL FUCK YOU UP HARDER THAN THE LAST GUY WHO MESSED YOUR UGLY ASS FACE UP!’ Duke side stepped to the man’s left as the thrown punch went wide, in the same motion Duke’s left hand reached across his own chest and his arm threw out a back hand across the smug bastards face. “BITCHSLAP!” He shouted as the gloved hand that concealed a set of roughly textured steel knuckles impacted across the mans cheek. The sound of breaking bone could have been heard if the music weren’t blasting. In the recoiling motion as the douche held the side of his face and turned to stand up and face Duke, the gunsligners left hand was already a fist and a vicious upper cut landed under the mans jaw, shattering teeth and sending him on his back sprawling, whining and grimacing like the maggot Duke knew he was. “On your feet maggot.” Duke grabbed the back of the bastards wife beater and the waist of his pants, dragging him across the floor, to the front doors. Leoni and Dmitry opened them as Duke pulled, heaved and threw the fucker out on the street in front of God and everybody. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH US!” He shouted as the douche laid there outside the door way, spitting his broken teeth and blood. Duke looked out into the night as he heard gunshots, seeing the pleaing youngster then turning around and walking back inside, suddenly hearing Helena issue orders. Duke’s response was a simple grunt as he rubbed the knuckles of his glove with his right hand, retreating quickly at the sight of the sports car that Inga and Kraus pulled up in. He looked back at Igna and then to Kraus solemnly before vanishing into the crowd again, stopping by the bar to get an incident report from the girl as he lead her away from the club and into the security office.
LuciL: The reaction coming from Melissa was something to remember and Sabina wished she could somehow squeeze a tiny camera in her skimpy attire and take a picture of the teenage girl’s face. ‘RINA… OMG.. holyshit… YOU’RE HERE TOO??? Rina!!! I.. I mean.. YOU’RE HERE?? What are the odds? I mean I was just thinking about you.. I MEAN not that way.. ummm aww fuck.” The adorable nickname that Melissa had given Sabina squealed through her lips and it only made her more adorable to the older woman and she laughed again, finishing her first glass of Black Russian and hugged Melissa’s shoulders whispering softly “Its ok Mel, even women get fantasies about me, so your thoughts are completely normal” A teasing comment yes it was but Sabina was in a very good mood tonight even more now that another friend had showed up. She hoped Miho would not be taking too long at the restaurant and could join the two at the club, Sabina wanted her Japanese friend to meet Melissa, she had no doubt that the two women would get along well especially since she had to start working and soon to get her euros shoved in her ‘belt’ top and garters. “And used your advice…It doesn’t measure up to yours, but it’s a start. I’m totally fan girling right now…I didn’t think I would see you again.” Sabina’s mind was brought back to the present as Melissa explained why she had dyed her hair. Reaching across, Sabina ran her left gloved hand through Melissa’s newly dyed red tresses “Mel you look amazing and I am loving your outfit too” Her dark eyes once more raked up and down her friend’s attire with approval. “Mind if I sit with you” Sabina released her hand from Melissa’s hair and nodded “I need to start work, buuutt…watch at the ventilation tanks” She giggled with a playful wink, hugging Melissa one more time she left the bar and made her way back to the ventilation tank, brushing past the patrons queing up to get a drink. Several of them catching sight of her pink hair, the boys whooped at her immediately recognising the Romanian escort who laughed just as she heard Mia’s seductive voice come through the speakers, standing in the group of ‘fans’ she pointed towards the main stage ‘Eyes on the catwalk boys’ Sabina smiled brightly immediately seeing “Mr Quick hands Josef” already in the que “Jo, welcome back” She reached up to pass a kiss onto the man who kept giving her the Black Russians last weekend. She was pulled up into a hard embrace, his bulge clearly evident when it rubbed against her thigh “I hope you got cash Mr quick hands” Sabina teased Josef with a wink, her dark eyes turning to watch Mia tease the birthday boy on stage.
Tikool: She slapped herself a Rina walked away and her words flashed again ” It’s ok Mel, even women get fantasies about me, so your thoughts are completely normal” Melissa head desks and laughs. ” That’s not what I meant… god I totally throw my ‘ I’m not awkward at all ‘ card tonight. ” leaning back she looks for the pipes she was just told about and orders another drink, no wait.. she ordered 4 drinks for herself. ” Can I have 3 more rums and cokes and one more crowd please? ” Waiting to get her drinks her attention is turned to the man getting a birthday dance, she watches and while the drinks are being put in front of her she grabs her jeans. ” Thats kindof hot….” Stopping as she notices she’s not looking at the guy and slaps herself again. ” I’m ‘posed to be checking out the place.. NOT checking out the women… has it been THAT long? ” Cause she uses her phone for EVERYTHING but a dick she pulls up a check list of sorts and looks down. ‘ Last time I had sex, … I stopped counting a year ago ‘ Doing a flat emotionless face Melissa pays for her drinks and moves to the pipes. All she wanted to do now was free herself of her worries and stop being a spaz. ” I’m going to hate myself in the morning for this… so FUCK! HERE’S TO DRINKING AND SEEING HOT WOMEN! ” Not caring anymore she downs her drinks watching the events unfold and trying her hardest to not look awkward which might as well have failed hard. Doesn’t she know the harder you try the harder you fail?
Carrendar: Igniatus pulled her hair back and felt her bangs brush against her head, a couple pushing against her from behind as the started making out, Iggy not moving a bit till they rolled on, making her laugh softly. Her hour glass frame shifted in her bar stool, her phone buzzing against her thigh, but she ignored it. She giggled even more as Nick flexed, shaking her head at him, then nodding in agreement with the girl. “Ja, b-b-best s-s-stop.” And with that, she rose from her seat and winked, deciding to play along with the game. She pointed behind her, taking a step back. “Z’I c-c-come b-b-back l-later, ja?” By the time this happend, the hungry wolf was out on the floor, beating the fuck out of some guy. She spun around and clutched her arms around her stomach as she watched, slowly edging around the ground after the man escorted the girl towards the security office. //God, I hope that’s not Duke.// Wouldn’t that just be horrid? Working under such a.. Brute. She shuddered at the thought. No.. That couldn’t be this “Duke” must be some other guy. Not him. Please… Not him. Ignitaus headed over to the stairs and looked up at the offices above, taking a deep breath. Mia was dry fucking a young man on stage, and she watched them for a moment with envy. Lucky bastard. “S-s-s-some s-s-s-shoot m-m-mmme.” She muttered, shaking her head as she bounced up the stairs, her 32C jugs jumping up and down as she did so. Once at the top, it took her a second before she thought she found what she was looking for. Fixing her hair quickly in the low glare of the window, she knocked on the office door thrice a time, a bit loud in case the booming music muffled it to nothing. A bit paranoid, she looked back behind her and to either side of her, wondering if that crazy security gaurd was around her, looking for someone to pounce on. What joy that would be… Again, more shudders.
Marrok: The bouncers looked at each other, then one of them shrugged and reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like the latest model iphone and handing it over. “There, use it.” In his heavy accent and deep voice, the man was very intimidating. “Thank you!” was Marrok’s reply as he turned and almost bumped into an older man dressed in clothes that Marrok usually only saw on top executives. Pressing the home key on the phone lit up the screen and thumb slide bar to unlock the phone. It was then that he noticed the words were in…something that wasn’t English. He thumbed the slide bar over and the screen changed to show four white boxes with a dial pad of numbers. A lock code. Great. He turned back to the bouncers, just in time to see the old man being ushered inside and their slight mouth movements. Dismissing this, he walked back to the bouncer that had handed him the phone and gave it back saying, “It’s locked, but really there is no point now that I think about it since we already checked out of the hotel and I lost my phone and all my contacts…” He stops short and realizes how stupid he sounded. “Look, could I get inside and get my head straight? Some really bad shit just went down and I just need some time to relax.” The bouncer stared down at him and replied gruffly, “There is a line over there.” Marrok just smiled and handed over his ID with 100 Euro wrapped around it. “I hate lines.” The inside of Death Club almost took his breath away, the lights, the music, all of the colorful dancing people and the lightning?! Big tesla coil things were spitting out bolts along wires set up between them. Completely awestruck now he hears a woman’s voice calling out about some lucky son of a bitch’s 21st birthday. Moving towards the stage, after descending some steps, maneuvering around one of the bars and ducking under a heavily laden tray he gets close enough to watch the woman put on one of the most excellent lapdances he had ever seen. Soon enough he was cheering and whistling along with the rest of the crowd. Bouncing over to the bar, he catches the tender’s attention and orders Absolut and two shots of Jagermeister. Grinning happily and burying what had just happened beneath the surface of his mind, determined to enjoy the night. “Cheers!” he said before knocking back both shots and moving towards the main stage to watch some more of the beautiful ladies.
iShatteredSanity: -Outside the club: A huge commotion had started with a pink car arriving and none other than Inga and Kraus coming out. Ivan and Nikolai looked at each other with eyes wide open. None of them could believe that it was her. They thought that she would never want to come back there again, yet there she was. Putting on a bring smile on their faces, they both pushed the doors open to let the happy couple walk in. And they both saluted as if they were still in the military.- [Ivan.] “Go in. I am sure that it be huge surprise for all.” –Ivan said.- [Nikolai.] “Good to have you back.” –He said and waited for Inga and Kraus to walk inside before they blocked the path to the paparazzis.- [Ivan.] “None of you go in. Any of you go in…” –Ivan stopped and Nikolai continued.- [Nikolai.] “…and not walk out. Begone cockroaches.” –The two of them said and kept blocking the path, grabbing some of them by their clothes and pushing them back so that none of them would enter. A few of them cussed at the two bouncers, but Ivan and Nikolai were not intimidated, instead they shooed them. || Meanwhile inside the club: Demetrios and Alexandros were looking at Mia as she performed her show with that shy and timid young man who had just turned 21.- [Demetrios.] “Now, is he a lucky bastard? Or a poor one? I do wonder.” –He said to Alexandros ] “Meh, she is good, don’t get me wrong. But she is not my type. But I am sure that a night with her would change my type, I don’t know. We will see. Maybe I can go at her place to fix her laptop or something.” –Alexandros said and shrugged his shoulders as Demetrios shook his head while chuckling.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, just make sure that she won’t fry your hard drive.” –He said and took a sip from his drink before taking a drag of his cigarette.- [Alexandros.] “And how do you know?” –He asked and looked at Demetrios who smirked deviously.- [Demetrios.] “You are adorkable, but I just know stuff. Plus it was on the videos you deleted from her site.” –Demetrios replied and Alexandros looked up right for a moment before slapping his forehead.- [Alexandros.] “OH! That, yeah, I totally forgot. Oh well, we will see.” –He said and had a sip from his drink as he looked at the crowd, only to spot some folks walking in and nudged Demetrios.- “Dude, isn’t she that chick you had here?” –Alexandros asked and Demetrios looked at the entrance, nodding his head.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, that’s her. Well, get ready. The party is about to start in any moment now.” –Demetrios said and looked at the camera, nodding slowly since he knew that Helena was watching. || Inside Helena’s office. Helena had watched outside the club what had happened and she was prepared. Inga was in the club and it was about time for the surprise that was planned for her and Kraus. Looking at Anna, she smiled softly before she spoke.- [Helena.] “Finally, things will turn back in the way they should be.” –She said and took the communicator.- [Helena.] “She is here. Wait till she reaches the bar and bring the cake in.” –Helena said and a voice was heard on the other end.- [Voice.] “Understood.” –The voice said and Helena left the communicator down, looking at the monitor and seeing Nikolai, Viktor’s father walking around the club, perhaps getting familiar with the interior of the club, but still not doing anything that would make anyone suspicious. Looking back at Anna, she nodded her head and Anna let go of Helena, walking towards the door.- [Helena.] “Lets go and see them down—” –Helena’s sentence was cut in half by the knock on the door. Helena looked at the monitor and saw a young woman standing outside. Cussing under her breath for the timing, she looked at Anna and sat back on her chair.- “Anna dear, let our guest come in and come back here.” –She said. Anna nodded her head and opened the door, walking back to her Mistress’ side and sitting on her lap, cuddling Helena tight.- [Helena.] “Hello there. Are you lost or you want something from me?” –Helena asked and looked at the young girl at the door.-
CharlotteCarrendar: Nick was now enjoying the attention he was getting from the ladies at the bar and grabbed the phone from under the bar, and rang through to the DJ, as Duke was beating the crap out of some poor guy, who probably deserved it. The women were holding out their euros to hunky Bartender, who was really starting to get aroused by all the attention, much to Maggie’s annoyance. Dixie, who was keeping busy, helping Jenny taking trays of glasses and drinks to the thirsty patrons of the sex rooms. But it was as Dixie was coming back from room 4, she saw the sight that she never thought she would see back at the Death Club. Jsut then the song that came on the speakers, had Dixie burst out laughing. “Life at the outpost” a classic from the eighties, and then she glanced over to see Nikolas, up on the bar top, dancing in his jeans, and no shirt, his boots stomping as he sang along with the song.
DrakonMacar: It had been a few minutes as Duke took down information and left the girl to the camera operators to comfort the girl and do whatever else. Duke had emerged from the office and back out on patrol. He shook his head as he heard the new song playing, removing his hat and scratching his head before going back to his brooding. Fists clenched and still looking mad as hell he went back to looking down over the crowd as he replaced the hat. He was breathing heavily and he was flushed, it was obvious that he was coming down from a runners high as he leaned on the railing as usual, the seething anger leaving him slowly as he looked for another target, although after that commotion he doubted anybody would have the balls to start something now.
LadyBelz: -Mia had really good hearing, despire the music pumping through the speakers and when she heard the crowd murmuring Inga’s name, she stopped mid way through the birthday boy’s lapdance to look around the club. And sure enough, there was Miss Kitty and her Superman at the bar receiving well-wishes from her friends.- “Oh my fucking god!” -Mia exclaimed, feeling her heart nearly explode out of her chest. She would not admit, not under the threat of death or the pain of torture, that she missed the blonde bombshell. Leaving the befuddled birthday boy in the middle of the stage with a raging hard and a sad case of blue balls, Mia climbed off the stage and started pushing her way through the crowd, ignoring those waving money in her face and calling her name. A few even stepped in her path, stopping her progress to the bar. Growling in frustration, she shouted for Ivan.- “Ivan! Get the fuck over here, now!” -The large bouncer who had a soft spot for the Italian spitfire immediately abandonded his post at the door, signalling for another to take his place and plowed his way through the crowd to Mia’s side. He glared at everyone who stood in his way as he helped Mia get to the bar. She kissed his cheek when she finally reached her destination, calling Inga’s name. When the woman in question turned around, Mia couldn’t help herself, and slapped the woman across the face before pulling her in a fierce hug, trying her damndest not to cry.- “Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, you crazy bitch.” -Mia hissed in her ear, eyes closed tight against the threat of tears.-
LuciL: It was a mixture of emotions and reactions emanating from Sabina, watching Mia’s lap dance for the 21 year old had made even Sabina all flushed in the face and sweating underneath the tesla coils, her body shivering in anticipation watching the star show what she was famous for in the club, that was before Mia had leapt off the poor young man with a raging boner and jumped off the catwalk and towards the bar, Sabina followed Mia’s run and saw her envelop someone Sabina had not expected to ever see again in the Deathclub. Inga! With her arm proudly laced through Kraus’ arm before Mia had slapped her and pulled her into a fierce embrace. Just as the bartender that had given Sabina her first drink for the night jumped onto the bar tables and started dancing for his group of cheering, catcalling female fans who were desperately trying to grab onto his legs while the redhead who called her lassy was collecting the money from the screaming ladies. “Well what do you know, Mr hang man got skills” Sabina chuckled softly as Josef handed her another glass of Black Russian. Sabina eagerly took the drink and took a mouthful again, pecking Josef’s cheek “Alright boys, you want something to see?” She gyrated past the group who attempted to tug off her red mini skirt and jumped back onto the ventilation tanks, the fan inside vibrating against her stiletto heels and sending a shiver up her spine. Biting her pierced bottom lip, Sabina shook her body around and dropped her body to the ventilation tank, holding back a whimper feeling the vibrations go through her body, teasing her. Swinging her hands above her head, her eyes staring at the crowd below her, hauling them all in with her captive gaze. She drew her gloved hands down the centre of body squeezing her breasts together and taunting the men closest to her tank with a nipple tease. Sitting on the edge of the tank, the vibrations now encouraging her she pulled off a classic ‘Leg spreader’ and leaned backwards, her pink hair falling off the side of the tank, her lower body moving up and down gyrating in the air before pulling herself up and swinging her hair around in sync with the song. Now having captured her audience, Sabina giggled sliding off the edge off the tank and into the throng of panting admirers who eagerly shoved the euros into her garters and belt top, she blew kisses and continued dancing and gyrating. Her dark eyes lighting up with need for sex and more alcohol and also wanting to see Inga again. Making up her mind, she squeezed herself past the patrons, still getting money pushed into her skimpy attire. Grabbing the glass of Black Russian off Josef, she twirled around and gyrated back into one of the men who was downing his alcohol trying to squeeze through the que. Pausing mid gyrating, Sabina flipped her hair again and looked over her shoulder “Oh pardon me sweetie, I was too caught up…by your size” She quickly answered, a flirtatious smile flashing on her face.
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios looked at Dix as she leaned to kiss him. A kiss that he enjoyed greatly. On her question about her fit, he nodded his head a couple of times.- [Demetrios.] “I love it.” –He said and gulped once more while trying to hide the fact that he had a raging boner in his pants. Alexandros looked at Dix with a devious smirk as he chuckled.- [Alexandros.] “Thank Dix, it’s good to be back. And yeah, make those two gooses and the shots are still game. Your boy needs something else to drink that his own drool.” –Alexandros said and nudged Demetrios once more. Demetrios coughed and slapped Alexandros’ head.- [Demetrios.] “Shut up asshole, damn.” –He said and laughed while shaking his head. Of course the slap was not there to start a fight with Alexandros, but more likely for fun between the two Greeks.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, yeah, I will shut up. Only after you stop jerking off over your pants. Come on man, there are so many UV lights in here, your pants are black. That’s something that everyone will notice.” –Alexandros said and elbowed Demetrios’ ribs who facepalmed.- [Demetrios.] “Honestly now, I wonder why the hell I even talk to you in the first place.” –And Alexandros replied.- [Alexandros.] “That’s because I am adorable. Now, chill, you will have your girl soon.” –He said and looked at the crowd as Demetrios looked at Dix and then at Duke, shaking his head.- [Demetrios.] “I have no clue. Maybe he has a bad day, I don’t know.” –He said to Dix about her question regarding Duke. The truth is that he could not even ask Duke about why he was like that. Duke did not know that Demetrios was his boss and of course Duke would be either suspicious by Demetrios’ question, or a fight between the two would start. The best thing was to just sit there and let Helena do her job. Helena, yeah, speaking of her. She was sitting on her desk, cuddling with Anna and having a cigarette while observing the monitors. Seeing Dix’s new look, she looked at Anna with a devilish smirk on her face.- [Helena.] “Someone needs to let some steam go.” –She said and laughed as she looked at Demetrios on the monitor, noticing that he really needed to do something. Anna looked at the monitor as well, noticing that Demetrios was having a really hard time and then cuddled her Mistress.- [Anna.] “What about giving them this chance?” –Anna asked and Helena nodded.- [Helena.] “Maybe we will.” –She said and looked at Mia on the monitor who was about to perform.- “Now Anna, watch and learn.” –She said and both of them looked at the monitor, waiting for Mia to start performing. Meanwhile downstairs. Demetrios looked at Mia approaching and he nodded only once as in greeting her. Alexandros also looked at Mia approaching and he waved like a 5 years old boy.- [Alexandros.] “HI! HI! HI!” –He shouted and Demetrios facepalmed once again.- [Demetrios.] “Indeed, I do wonder why I still have you around. But yeah, you are adorable. Fucking lunatic.” –He said and laughed at Alexandros who shrugged his shoulders. Outside now, Ivan and Nikolai wee constantly checking everyone for IDs or driving licenses, allowing people who had one of those enter. It was Nikolai who happened to look at a new face who flashed his passport. Checking the age, since he did not care about the name, he pointed the entrance using his thumb.- [Nikolai.] “No start trouble, alright?”-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Music so loud, the beat powering through your chest. Dancers, grinding against the poles and bars of their cages. Bodies crushed together in a sea of unknown faces, wearing the latest offerings from the fashion houses and designers. Celebrity mixed in with the riff raff of the city beat. Loud, Proud, and out there. Nikolas wiped down the bar as he waited politely for Sabine to answer if she paid, or had her drinks put on the tab. Course, she reacted to the question as one would expect. “I am one of the escorts here, I’m glad you noticed. It must be my pink hair, and drinks on the tab. Though normally my clients would buy the drinks for me” Maggie chuckled as she uncapped a beer, and passed it to a patron that had ordered heineken. Watching the Pink haired Escort mince and flip her hair about, Maggie heard the reply and then held up her finger. “Should name a cocktail after you, lass. It be pink and fruity. We’ll call it…”The leg spreader” Dixie, who was over with Dem and Alex getting their order of goose’s and vodka shots, heard the commotion from the cheeky Irish git, and looked over her shoulder at them. “Be careful what you say, the walls have ears and Robo Bunny up in the office will be down here in a shot, if you have a go at the staff. Even if she does look like fairy floss exploded.” When Sabine sung out in Romanian “Noroc la noapte” – Maggie wondered what on earth she meant, and on seeing the glass raised, she got the idea. “Oh..yeah, cheers to you, lassy.’ -Nikolas was on his way down to serve another group of lady admirers, when he felt the splash of liquid on his shoulder, and running down inside his shirt. “The fuck?”- he exclaimed, only to turn around and he heard that all too familiar voice, in the crush of people “Z’ou ‘b-b-out t-that c-c-c-card, ja?” Well, he had the card, in his pocket, which was now wet, thanks to the drink. “Yeah…Iggy, right? Might need to get a serviette now and write the number down from my phone.”=he then took off his shirt, exposing his pecks, which caused many of the women waiting for their orders, to swoon. “Next time, Iggs, don’t toss ya drink at me. Slap my ass or something, I answer better to that.” Dixie made the drinks promptly, and slid them over to Dem and Alex, still wondering if anyone was going to check on Duke. She bit her lip and looked for him through the crowd. <3>
DrakonMacar: “The other guy doesn’t have a head on his neck now because he was stupid enough to touch me…” He growled through gritted teeth, barely turning his head towards Mia as she walked away, letting her see the venting fury on his face. He turned his head back again after a brief second and went back to looking down over the crowd in all their writhing mass. He saw the giant and Dix, the giant he distrusted, an aura of deception was around him and Duke did not trust it one bit but Dix trusted him and that girl had a head on her shoulders as far as he was concerned. Still, the gunslinger kept one eye trailing over the massive behemoth as always. The giant had not caused trouble before, in fact he had heard from the nurses the man, Demetrios had been rather upset with recent events. He stopped caring, it was obvious the man had priorities and Duke left it at that as he turned his head in another direction as if giving the world the Penance Stare from his perch. He patrolled the opper floor, now coming in view of the bar once more, left hand gloved as always, sliding along the railing as he went.
LadyBelz: -Nodding at Duke’s comment, as she continued toward the bar, she spotted Dem’s overexcited friend waving at her and shouting “hi”. She waved back, tossing him a wink and a kiss as well as she waited for her drink. Hearing Sabina’s comment about her boots, Mia looked down, twisting a leg from side to side as she admired her new aquisition.- “Got them on sale. And they had one pair in my size left. Mia is a happy girl tonight.” -she chuckled, sipping her drink. A group of men came up behind Mia and shoving one of them forward, the nervous gent tapped her shoulder. Turning in her seat, she leaned her elbows against the bar, thrusting her boobs out for everyone to view and smiled.- “Well what a good looking group of men this is. What can Ms Mia do for each and every one of you this…sexy…evening.” -she grinned, pouring on the sex appeal, crossing one leg over the other and rubbing them together slowly like a cricket going into mating season. The young man stammered. -“It’s m-my birthday today.” And he blushed to the roots of his hair. Mia chuckled, getting to her feet and stepping into his personal space, pressing her boobs right against his chest. The young man jolted as if electrocuted as Mia wrapped her arms around him. Before he could look at his friends, she pulled him into a kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth and exploring every inch of that warm crevice thoroughly. After a stunned moment, he began to respond back, sliding his tongue over hers in return and reaching around to squeeze her ass. His friends behind him began to make “oooo” and “ahhh” sounds while catcalling and whistling and stamping their feet in approval as Mia slowly released him from the kiss.- “Happy Birthday.” -she whispered into his ear.- “I’ll have something…more…special planned for you later this evening…stick around.” -she winked at him, sending him back to his friends. They surrounded him and slapped him on the back in congratulations as they drew him deeper in the club. Mia returned to her seat, taking another sip of her drink as if nothing unusual had just happened. She saw a few of the newer people staring at her in shock. She simply lit a cigarette and stared back at them, a smirk on her face.-
LuciL: Sabina’s mind was getting a kick from the alcohol, her feet getting edgy and dying to dance, her eyes drifted up to her ventilation tank. Still no one had taken it up. She placed the glass back on the bar still sighing out contently over the Black Russian taste then burst out laughing hearing the redhead woman comment towards her direction “Should name a cocktail after you, lass. It be pink and fruity. We’ll call it…”The leg spreader” Grinning at the sassy bartender, Sabina clapped her hands together “I like the sound of that honey” overhearing Dixie say she was like fairy floss exploded, eyeing her pink hair proudly Sabina curtsied towards Dixie despite the red mini skirt then nodded towards Mia “They are definitely ‘fuck me’ boots” Her dark eyes stared at the leather detail, almost drooling before composing herself and taking another gulp of her drink. Her mind buzzed with the heated atmosphere occuring in the Deathclub and in the corner of her eye seeing one particular redhead in the corner of the bar playing with her iphone. Only one girl was so fixated on her iphone and Sabina had just met her yesterday, holding onto the glass tightly and flashing a huge grin and secretly hoping it was her, Sabina walked around to the other side of the bar and gave the young girl a curious look, she approved of the pink see-through top and the sparkly denim pants that clung onto her tiny frame “Mel?” She asked loudly because they were situated so close to the large speakers.
Tikool: Upon hearing her nick name who only one person here could possibly call her, as JL’s nick name was Super babe, Jones offen called her dude or bro, and others just called her bitch. She without thinking turned around and stared in shock, completely at a lost for words while still staring types a text and holds up her phone ‘ RINA… OMG.. holyshit… YOU’RE HERE TOO??? ” She turns around and grabs her drink, turning back around she quickly downs it and shakes her head and looks again. ” Rina!!! I.. I mean.. YOU’RE HERE?? What are the odds? I mean I was just thinking about you.. I MEAN not that way.. ummm aww fuck.” Lowering her head fearing she made a complete moron out of herself she slowly lifts her head up and points to her hair. ” I dyed it, and used your advice.. It doesn’t measure up to yours, but it’s a start. I’m totally fan girling right now… I didn’t think I would see you again.” After that Melissa kinda balls up in her seat, she was feeling more ashame at her instant oh my god moment and lost her cool if she had any left that is. ” Mind if I sit with you? ”
Marrok: There was no warning to it, no chance to defend against it and no time to run. It had happened all too fast, the gang had been out, met up with a group of fans; girls all dressed up and put together with splashes of colors, band shirts and piercings, they had all gone to a bar and started to run up the tab and drain the place dry. But of course the girls had boyfriends who had started to wonder why they were taking so long to get back to the parking garage where they had agreed to meet up afterwards if they got separated. James had always been the unlucky one. The drummer was an absolute ace when it came to cranking out fast and complicated beats, couldn’t keep his balance for shit when he was drunk though. So when the pretty blonde Austrian girl had pulled him close and assaulted his mouth, he figured his luck had changed as his friends cheered him on and clapped him on the back. Then the girls 6’ 5’’ boyfriend walked in with his other 6’ tall friends and all hell erupted. “Elise what the FUCK!?” – “Johan it’s not what you-!”-“Get outside asshole!” The boyfriend, Johan, grabbed James and practically dragged him out of the bar, throwing him out into the small parking lot. Marrok, Damien and Chris were already scrambling for the door but could not stop what was happening. The lunatic boyfriend was a juice head, spending far too much time at the gym and not enough on his girlfriend. Maybe then she wouldn’t have been so enchanted by a drummer from a band that happened to be down to earth enough to listen to her, maybe then James wouldn’t be facing down the barrel of a Glock .45, nearly pissing himself and shaking on the hard gravel. The shot was loud, impossibly loud as it blasted into James’s face and tore a fist sized hole out of the back of his head. Point blank shot. No chance to survive. Damien immediately lunged at Johan, knocking the arm holding the gun away and trying to punch, kick and bite every inch he could find, Chris went running over to James’s slumped body, now falling pathetically to the ground with a sickeningly wet thump. Marrok just stared in horror as his long time friend died in a dirty parking lot in the middle of Prague. BLAAAM! Another shot rang out, snapping Marrok out of his stupor to again see one of his best friends fall to the ground. Chris grabbing him, girls screaming and people shouting, Johan getting wrestled to the ground by his friends, Elise sobbing over James and running, running flat out to anywhere that would put distance between them and the horror waiting to swallow Chris and Marrok whole. Sirens wailing, getting louder and closer, the street getting a little more crowded as people were looking back in the direction they were running from, getting separated from Chris and all alone in the dark in this city that had become a graveyard. Ducking down a dark alley, booted feet pounding against the road as his breath came in ragged gasps, he spied a neon sign above what seemed to be a nondescript doorway flanked by two rough looking guys. Bouncers. A nightclub. He walks over, trying to catch his breath before having to talk to them, “Please, I need to use a phone, do either of you have one?” It was only then that he read that neon sign, Death Club.
iShatteredSanity: -Demetrios and Alexandros sat on the bar, looking at the drinks that Dix had just brought them. Demetrios winked playfully and blew a kiss to Dix while mouthing the words ‘Thank you babygirl”. Alexandros next to him received a wink and a kiss from Mia, nodding slowly.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You are welcome Onee-Sama.” –He said and looked at her intimidating, in a way, the poor fellow who appeared before her by kissing him and promising him some good time later. A chuckle was all that left his lips before he looked at Demetrios who was already holding one glass.- “Oh, yeah, the shots. Right, right.” –He said and grabbed a shot glass, clinging it with Demetrios’.- “Geia mas. (translation: Cheers.)” –And they both began gulping the shots as if it was water inside the glasses. Once done, they slid the glasses on the counter and they looked at each other, chuckling before bumping their fists together.- [Demetrios.] “Thanks for being here man.” –Alexandros shook his head.- [Alexandros.] “Nah man, no need to sweat. We are brothers after all.” –Demetrios nodded his head.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, brothers in arms.” –He said and they both had a gulp from their vodkas. After placing the glasses back on the counter, Demetrios took out a pack of smokes and offered one to Alexandros who took it while nodding his head.- [Alexandros.] “Thanks man.” –He said and placed the cigarette between his lips, lighting it and lighting Demetrios’ as well. Demetrios nodded his head.- [Demetrios.] “Thanks.” –He said and they both took a few deep drags, exhaling the smoke and creating a cloud over their heads.- [Alexandros.] “Usually when there is a small cloud over someone’s head, it is either the thought bubble or it is going to rain. But since this is real life and not manga or anime, we are cool.” –Alexandros said and had a sip from his drink as Demetrios laughed at his comment.- [Demetrios.] “You are a dork, you know that?” –Alexandros shrugged his shoulders as Demetrios had a sip from his drink.- [Alexandros.] “An adorable dork, thank you.” –He said and sticked his tongue out. Well, they both seemed like two different people, unlike the other day when they both killed those Russians. But it was good, they were having a good time after all. || Meanwhile outside, Ivan and Nikolai looked at shade figure who had approached them asking for a phone. Looking at each other and shrugging, Ivan took out his phone and gave it to the man.- [Ivan.] “There, use it.” –He said and moved back to his post as another shady figure approached the club. It as a male about 65 or 70 years old with snow white hair from old age, wrinkles on his forehead, very well shaved and dressed in black shoes, black pants and a black shirt, everything about that man gave way that he was not an ordinary person and that he had money. The old man approached the bouncers.- [Unknown man.] “Excuse me, may I enter?” –He asked in a heavy Russian accent that alerted both bouncers who looked at each other.- [Nikolai.] “ID?” –he asked and the old man took out his ID. ‘Nikolai Antonjevski. Age: 68.’ The last name was what made the bouncers look at each other in the corner of their eyes but still they acted as if nothing happened.- [Nikolai.] “Go in. but no trouble.” –He said and the old man walked inside. Using the radio communication, Nikolai informed Helena about that.- [Nikolai.] “I think trouble is on the way.” [Helena.] “I saw that. Stay on high alert.” [Nikolai] “Will do.” –Was the conversation between the two of them before Helena informed everyone.- [Helena.] “Attention. There is trouble coming in. Old man, white hair black suit. Do not engage, I repeat, do not engage, unless he does something. Last thing we need is another killing in here.” –She said and looked at Anna, smiling softly.- “Do not worry. They are both here.” –Helena said and kissed Anna’s forehead.-
iShatteredSanity: -Another week had passed, a week that had found the staff of the Deathclub relaxing and spending some good time either by themselves, with friends or family. It was as if nothing had ever happened at the club, as if the deaths that had occurred were nothing but just a scene of a movie that only lasted for a second. Yet none of the staff, not even the owner who was none other than Demetrios, could imagine what fate had in check for them. While the staff lived a life that resembled that of a fairy tale, the wheels had been set in motion. The family of Viktor who had been brutally killed by Demetrios himself, they had found out about the whole thing. And with Alexandros move, to destroy all of the computers that they used and furthermore steal money from them, that only made the Russian mobs to mobilize. But of course that was something that Demetrios knew and Dietrich had warned him, and Alexandros was monitoring their moves. So far things were good, but for how long? Oh well, if something was to happen, it would not happen in plain sight. Viktor was a fool for doing all of his deeds in public, but the same could not be said for his family. Nikolai, Viktor’s father had sworn to himself that whoever brought that misfortune to his family, they would pay. Many could see the clouds that were slowly gathering above the Deathclub, but were they ready? Only time would tell. As for the Deathclub. As usual it had opened from early so that the staff would be in place. The bouncers were already in their respective positions, the bartenders were preparing everything on their posts, the dancers in the cages, relaxing before the big showdown, the music making the very building shake with the loud bass, and the one who was usually in charge was already inside her office. Helena observed everything from the monitors inside the office and making sure that everything would run smoothly. That week had been very good for her, spending her time with her adorable submissive Anna, bumping into Dixie and Demetrios at the shopping centre when she went there to get some new ‘toys’, oh yeah, she was good. And so the time was almost 12. The lights outside had already lit and the big red neon sign added a reddish tone on the walls of the old building across the street. Ivan and Nikolai, the two Russian bouncers were already outside the club and looked at the crowd that was already there.- [Nikolai.] “Another buy night tonight.” –He said to Ivan.- [Ivan.] “So it seems. Lets begin.” –Ivan said and Nikolai nodded as he looked at the crowd.- [Nikolai.] “Alright, IDs or driving licenses otherwise nobody goes in.” –He said and clapped his hands a few times to get everyone’s attention. The crowd looked at his direction and began searching for their wallets and IDs so that they could walk inside. A few that had neither an ID nor a license, they left so that they could get them. And so the time was there, 12 o’clock. Ivan and Nikolai began checking the IDs and the licenses of those before them, opening the doors and allowing them inside. And so began another adventure for everyone at the Deathclub.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – After leaving Mia at the Cafe Slavia, Dixie thought long and hard, as she walked down the sidewalk, her mind filled with how Mia was able to captivate men, just by licking a spoon and crossing her legs. Dixie stopped, as she caught sight of herself in a window shop front, her long black tresses, messy, but otherwise, she looked fresh, the crisp white of her pants, and the coloured tank top, mixed with her ink. Dixie frowned for a moment. She worked in a place that was famous for sex, hot women, and more sex. Sure she was just a barmaid, but hell, she could give those drop and snatch bitches in the cages a run for their money. She slowly reached up and ran a finger along her cheek bone, and then to her lips, tugging on her bottom lip as she thought about how she could turn things up at the bar. Sure, she and Inga had danced on the bar top, doing their own version of Coyote Ugly, and then there was the fun of blasting that old duck with the soda gun, that was ace. But, maybe the death club needed something new at the bar. Always, Dixie wore her trade mark band shirts, and torn jeans, her hair, wild and untamed. Suddenly the girl in the reflection smiled back at her, and she got a novel idea. Two blocks from the cafe strip was a small outlet that she had seen advertised in one of the local rock mags. Spinning on the ball of her right foot, she trotted off down the street, her smile growing wider, and by the time she turned the corner, she was into a fast walk. A few more minutes and she found herself out the front of Prague Vintage. Already, she could see the place was packed, and god, racks and racks of gear, that was to die for. Dixie entered, seeing a guy dressed in the theme of Johnny Rotten, totally covered in piercings and tatts, orange hair standing on end, and a sneer as he was flicking through a rack of 80’s band shirts. The music playing on the speakers was Nirvana. Oh yeah, this was grunge girl heaven. An assistant was putting away some faux coats, and noticed Dixie, looking awe struck, and she finished putting up the hangers, before approaching her. “Girl, have I got the look for you. Come this way.”- Following along behind her, past racks of skirts, and jackets, she was led to a fitting room and the assistant opened a curtain, gesturing Dixie to enter. “Be right back, okay?” – zipping the curtain closed, Dixie giggled nervously, as she waited for the fun to begin. Sure enough the girl’s boots click clacked on the worn timber flooring, and a bundle of clothes was passed through. A black and hot pink tank, black frill mini skirt with wide belt, fish net suspender stockings, leg chains, and then the piece de resistance… black boots, chunky, that were to die for. Dixie stripped down to her laceys, and then began to get dressed up. The assistant was helping another customer with some crucifixes and other jewellery, when Dixie finally emerged. She stepped across to where the large mirror was against the wall, and she brought her hands up to her hips, before shaking her head side to side, and then bent forward to place both hands either side of her calve, drawing up her gloved hands, her nails straightening the seam, while the other customers and the assistant got a good look at Dixie’s black lace thong. The Johnny Rotten look a like swore under his breath, since getting a hard on in his skin tight jeans was painful. Dixie drew back up slowly, and then started a small dance before the mirror, as the song, Maneater came on the sound system. “Oh yeah….now this…works.” -she purred, then blew a kiss at the mirror, before going back into the fitting room, to change back. :: Bar entrance, Saturday night and the door opens, as Maggie and Nikolas had been in early, doing Dixie’s job of loading the fridges with beer and vodka cruisers. Nikolas turned to see the “new” Dixie and his jaw dropped. “Dixie?” he said, seeing her decked out in the gear she had bought from Prague Vintage. Maggie was just putting away the last of the bottles, which clinked together merrily, only to hear Nikolas exclaim Dixie’s name. Slamming the fridge door shut, she also turned around and then placed a hand up on her chest. “Well fook me and call me Jessy…where’d you get that outfit? Oh my gods…the boots! You know how long I been looking for a pair like that, fooking years!” Dixie even had her hair straightened, tied back in a neat pony tail, with her bangs dead straight. Dixie, had grown up. Nikolas leaned over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. “She got laid.” – Maggie chuckled and nodded, folding her arms and teased. “If your lad catches sight of you, in that, he is going to be camping all night long, with his tent pole stuck through his jeans. Ya look great, luv.” Dixie was actually blushing at this, and then went back to being her usual self, since she managed the bar. “Get back to work…and if I catch ya’s touchin’ my ass, I’ll deck yas” Dixie then went on to work, but not before poking her tongue out playfully, coming back with. “And..yes, I did get laid. Sue me.” <3>
LadyBelz: -Another week’s gone by and now that the kids are put away it’s time for the adults to come out and play. The neon lights of Deathclub color the sidewalk and the area around it in red, as the line to get inside starts to form. There’s some angry pushy-shovey games going on that Niko and Ivan see to quickly, shoving the offenders to the very back of the line, much to their annoyance. But they don’t voice their displeasure out loud, for fear of inciting Ivan’s wrath. Ivan was famous himself, once news got around of how he handled the guy with the camera that had managed to sneak in a few weeks back. Nobody wanted to fuck with him. Mia stood at the single view window high over the street looking down at the people. With earbuds jammed in her ears and Janet Jackson blasting from her iPod, she wouldn’t hear anyone if they came into the room behind her. She chuckled to herself watching Ivan manhandle someone to the back of the line, daring the little moron to say something.- “Such a sweet man.” -she murmured, stepping away from the window. Checking the time, she noticed that she had another half-hour to herself before she has to work and she settled down on the couch. Checking the alarm on her iPod to make sure it will wake her in time, she closed her eyes for a quick nap.-
DrakonMacar: Duke had pulled away from the bar with a rather grim look to him. 5 o’clock shadow and dark around the eyes. His nose was bruised up, slightly swollen and clearly showing a pair of stitches. The singular scar running across his left eye added to the mix and he looked like the words toughest son of a bitch. Since the attack on Inga during the engagement party, Duke was purely enraged. It took Donnie and some light persuasion, a few phone calls, a few strings pulled and four shady go-betweens to arrange a meeting that was conducted in the utmost secrecy. His years in the Rangers, Sheriffs department and Boarder Patrol, Duke learned to home in on trouble and take care of business. He’d heard of the boss man’s rage, he’d heard of how every mourned, wept, rejoiced. He was nowhere to be seen. His co-workers never saw hide nor hair of him. Instead, it was middlemen and third-party sources. The gunslinger felt at fault, he was the guilty party. He had not done his job and now his tasks were harmed. Donnie made the call, Duke showed, then there was the hitman. Duke knew, he knew enough, probably more than he had any rights. He’d left the bar, a tall glass of the driest gin they had on rocks, nothing but melting ice was left. He smacked his tongue around in his mouth, the burn helped him focus. Now wasn’t much of a time to be drinking but tonight he was ready to come down hard. Even the slightest infraction he wanted to make an example of, by God how he wanted to. No, it was horrible for business and the club made it’s business on the shocks and jeers. He’d barely spoken more than a few words, nothing more than a grunt and shrug before he walked away if the subject mentioned Inga. Inside, he was relieved at her recovery, in his studio, he prayed, in his studio he rejoiced. Tonight was a night of redemption in his eyes, he’d brokered a deal that would shake those who shook him. He was on patrol as Dix showed, tipping his hat at her as he passed by. The club filling up, the door men, the bouncers, camera operators, everything was going to be high priority, no low balling. Donnie was nowhere to be found as hewas working with his people, maybe for the best. He sighed to himself as he walked up stairs, avoiding most of the crowd as usual, heading to his own little slice of heaven above and over looking every thing. Nothing got by tonight.
LuciL: Saturday had finally arrived and Sabina had woken up earlier from her usual nap and was happily getting ready a bounce in her step. The radio was in the shower as she stripped off the oversized shirt she had substitute as her nap pjs and turned on the shower. Soon the radio was announcing [[For all those Revengeance fans out there, let it be known that the band is here in our very own city of Prague! Their world tour has reached our doorsteps, if you want tickets please call 77.1 FM on 420 714 290 390. Now here is a track to celebrate their arrival]]Coming loud through the speakers was one of their first original hits. A song that Sabina had heard when she went to their London concert and became a devoted fan. Stepping into the shower at first she hummed then quietly started singing with the song, by the time she was finished and in a towel applying her nightclub make-up, she was singing loudly and doing a little gyrating dance on her feet. Finishing up her make-up as the song finished, Sabina quickly straightened some of her hair, stuffing a red rose behind her right ear. Stepping out into the hallway, Sabina changed into her new clubbing outfit for the night, a leather ‘belt’ top. It literally was a belt with mesh underneath it, very skimpy compared to the other tops she wore but she did not care, there was a lot more worse things to see and occur while she worked at the Deathclub. Sliding on a sparkling black panties, she giggled at the fact it lit up with mini lights dotted everywhere- it was a cute find, in an adult shop. Dressing over the top was a red very mini skirt complete with thigh high sheer black stockings, a black sparkly flower garter and black stiletto killer heels. She did not wear her art noveau choker this time, instead it was a black choker with hanging diamond shaped onyx. She kept her lacy gloves and the pearl flower bracelet from Evzen on her wrist, while in her ears she had silver hoop earrings that read ‘Lust’ in the centre. Approving her look for tonight despite the fact she didn’t have a routine done this time, Sabina sauntered out of the door and down the corridor. Miho had already informed her that she would be running late tonight and Sabina hoped that Evzen would not show up, loitering around that blue hair British bitch. Stepping outside, Raduz was already waiting with the door open. Grinning at him, Sabina pecked his cheek “Evening Raduz” and stepped into the passenger seat. Raduz blushed a slight red before quickly getting into the driver seat and taking her to the Deathclub. The patrons had not arrived yet and Sabina quickly exitted out of the black car, thanking Raduz and walking up to the double doors. Already at the doors, Ivan and Nikolai bowed to Sabina who grinned at them both, hugging both their arms “Good to see you boys” and entered the club, already the music was getting loud and set up at the decks. Sabina decided to get onto the ventilation tanks, it was her special spot lately especially with the fan roaring underneath and letting the wind attempt to cool down the patrons when it was full house later on that night. Sitting down on the tanks, Sabina pondered on grabbing a quick Black Russian from the bar, ever since she had gotten the free drinks last Saturday she loved the taste. Sitting on the ventilation tank, she looked over her shoulder her long pink hair draping down her back and almost stumbled taking sight of Dixie’s new look. Chuckling under her breath, Sabina approved of the new attire, the 19 year old was looking like a woman that could blend in with the patrons and dancers of the Deathclub. Checking the clock that hung on the wall near her post, Sabina decided to quickly jump off the tank and walk straight up to the bar, seeing the hung man and redhead stock up on the bar, Sabina flipped her hair over her shoulder “I’m sorry if you guys are busy, can one of you get me a Black Russian by chance?”
Tikool: After the Melissa got home from hanging with her new friend Sabrina she enters her hotel and sits down, looking to the bed she gets a call from JL. ” Hello JL what’s the news? ” JL who is now at a hotel of his own sits at a desk with papers all laid out and in a complete mess. Tiffany is also at the hotel room simply glaring as if something’s on her mind, JL pulls a paper out and speaks. ” Super babe, I haven’t found out much but tomorrow night you’re going to a place called Death Club. I’ll text you the addie so dress to impress, and oh.. DO not fuck things up will ya? Anyway check it out. ” Melissa hangs up and falls on her bed, thoughts race through her mind as she stares off into the ceiling. grabbing a bottle of beer she makes a toast to herself in the air, ” This is for me.. and hopefully .. to getting laid? Nononononooo. This is for hopefully…. fuck it. This is for making it to a club. ” Shaking her head she downs the beer, finishing it she turns over and goes to sleep, the only light is coming from the moon shining on Melissa’s sleeping body as the camera pans out from the hotel. The next day Melissa is throwing clothes out her bag, fearing she’ll fine nothing to wear she pulls a see thru pink shirt and some flashy jeans out. Smirking to herself as she finds it’s horribly kiddy she runs into the shower. ” Fuck me life bitch! how do you over sleep to after fucking 6pm on the next day!” Grabbing the soap and towel she angerly washes herself as the water sprays down on her naked small body, while oddly enough brushing her teeth in the shower. ” If this isn’t getting an medal for awkward I don’t what is.” finishing in the shower she leaps out without a towel and grabs one on the way out the bathroom. Slamming herself on the bed she dries herself off and grabs the clothes and puts them on. ” Fuck…. this is kind of revealing… And showing my age. Oh I can see it now, – does mocking guy’s voices- Dude look at this bitch, what is she fucking 17? ” lowering her head she puts on her shoes and grabs the iphone 4 and calls a cab, only knowing the name she places a ride to go to the ” Death Club ” and hangs up. ” Game time. ” Sliding down the stair’s Melissa runs out the doors shocking everyone in the lobby, outside lucky her the cab is waiting for her as she jumps in. ” To the Death Club dude ” The cab drives to the location which takes a bit, Melissa plays with her phone wishing she got Rina’s number before she left. As time flies the cab finally stops and lo and behold. Paying the driver Melissa steps out and walks towards the entrance, not knowing what to expect and hoping she doesn’t make a fool of herself like what could’ve happened at the mall. Walking in she does a deep sigh and walks in, lighting the sounds and light hit her on her way in.
Carrendar: Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away… Oh, wait. Wrong story. My bad. Ahem. Well. Another night in Prague. Um.. Igniatus had made sure to leave her home on a good note, taking everything she needed this time so we hadn’t a repeat of last week. Phone, some cash, ID. The works. No reason to not get in, ja? The Jekowski girl had still been a little.. Freaked, over yesterdays encounter. Nick and Mags, bless their souls were very kind to Iggy in regard to her speech impediment but it was Nick that left the scarring impression. That HUGE mother freakin’… Just… Christ. Don’t even think about it. Just. Don’t. Arg. Another sleepless night for whatever stupid reason (anxiety, depression, the list goes on and on with excuses for the mundane sleeping patterns) had left Iggy a little irritated but not enough to cause a whole lot of dumb fuckery. Ignaitus wore a black tank top, black jeans and some tennis shoes, not exactly in the mood for dressing up. She was slowly becoming a regular at DC, she didn’t really feel the need to show off any more. She did want to talk to Mags about some things, though. And to get that card Nick wanted to give her from yesterdays meeting. The two gigantic bodygaurds in front of the DC doors would probably look at her a bit funny for her choice of clothing, but, as always she smiled and greeted them with kindness. “G-g-good e-e-evening, g-gents.” She wiggled her bony calloused fingers at them, pulling her ID out and offering it to them face up. “D-d-didn’t f-f-ferget ‘dis t-times.” Her voice was slurred, hard to understand if you didn’t pay close anttention. Should they let her in, she would nod and thank the two, putting her ID away and dance her way through the crowd over to the bar, possibly receiving odd looks for her attire, but, once again, not caring. Finding a seat at the bar, she ploped a seat down and pulled out her phone, checking it real fast then putting it away, looking up and waiting patiently for one of the bartenders to open up, not minding if it took a while. The girl was just glad to be there once again for another interesting night here at The Death Club.
iShatteredSanity: -Outside the club: The roaring sound of an exhaust of a motorcycle began to echo on the walls of the buildings in the narrow street outside the club. A few people from the crowd immediately moved to the sides, thinking that it must had been some crazy man coming by fast. A Ducati was seen approaching the club entrance but instead of going up the street, it slowed down. Since the crowd was on the side of the street, the driver honked a few times for the crowd to clear. When all the people got back in line, the driver got off and removed his helmet, placing it on the steering wheel afterwards while taking the keys off. The driver who was none other than Demetrios was known to Ivan and Nikolai not only as a customer, but as the real owner who kept his identity secret. The two bouncers nodded to him and to each other before letting him in. But as Demetrios walked inside the doors, Ivan patted his shoulder.- [Ivan.] “We make sure no trouble comes tonight.” –He said with a slight devious smirk on his face. Demetrios nodded and patted Ivan’s shoulder as well.- [Demetrios.] “I am sure you will do. Keep up the good work my man.” –Demetrios said and walked further inside the small tunnel, feeling the bass on his chest.- “Oh yeah, time for a drink.” –He mumbled to himself and kept walking forward, only to be bumped by some moron who rushed inside. Demetrios rolled his eyes and cussed under his breath.- “Fucking horndogs.” –But it was alright, he was chuckling to himself the very next moment as he entered the building. Everything was running smoothly. He could see the bouncers at their respective positions and he nodded to himself.- “Good, good.” –He once again mumbled to himself and began walking towards the bar, only to stop on his tracks as his cellphone rang. Taking out the device from his pocket, he looked at the flashing icon on his screen. He had a message from Alexandros. The message read, “I will be there in a minute. Wait for me.” After reading the message, Demetrios waited on his spot, right in front of the massive generator, looking at the entrance to spot Alexandros. And it was as the message read, a few seconds later Alexandros entered the building. Alexandros was wearing an ‘unusual’ attire that consisted of Black Allstars, black shorts with some tails coming from the back pockets, a loose T-shirt with some Japanese letters on it, round shades and his hair almost covering his face. Demetrios nodded his head as Alexandros approached.- “Fancy as usual.” –He said and Alexandros looked at Demetrios who was dressed different this time. Demetrios attire was indeed different that his usual one, he was wearing black sneakers with crosses on the sides, black baggy pants with many belts and straps, a loose black shirt with a tie and his shades that were kept on his nose. Also many piercings were gone from his face, something hat made Alexandros chuckle.- [Alexandros.] “You are not so bad either. Come, lets get a drink.” –They both nodded and headed towards the bar where Alexandros looked at Mags, Nick and Dix while Demetrios looked around the club to make sure that everything was alright. Alexandros nudged Demetrios a few times and motioned the bar.- “Dude, is that your girl?” –He said and motioned Dixie who was dressed in an attire that was far different than the other times. Demetrios looked at Dix and his eyes opened wide.- [Demetrios.] “Holy shit.” –Demetrios said and gulped, admiring Dix’s new look and coughing a few times while rubbing the bulge that started to grow in his pants. Alexandros looked at him and patted his shoulder.- [Alexandros.] “My guess is that tonight someone will get freaky.” –He said and looked at Dem who was almost drooling, but still nodded. And so they reached the bar. Demetrios tried to compose himself as he approached Dix for a kiss while Alexandros sat on a stool and looked at the lovebirds. || Meanwhile outside: Ivan and Nikolai were checking everyone. Those with IDs and licenses walked inside, the rest were not allowed to enter. Ivan noticed a girl who had come the last time but she was sent back home. Smirking deviously he looked at her ID.- [Ivan.] “I see you got ID this time. Go in. Have fun.” –he said and showed her the entrance.-
CharlotteCarrendar: – Another Saturday night, the hum of the motorcycles, the line up of patrons, the sickly sweet smell of perfume and cologne mixed together. The crush of people lining up outside the club, waiting to get their ID checked by the burly Russian security guard bouncers. Heightened senses, the promises of sex and titillation The bevy of beauties, the men with the suits, the low life, the high class, all melding into a pot of sex and sin, debauchery and drugs. It didn’t matter where you had come from, or where you had been, cause on this night, it didn’t matter who you were, you would be your own star at the Death Club. The city of Prague was coming alive, the wild lights, twirling strobes, painting the dancers in various patterns, glowing skins. Vibrancy colour, you could reach out and caress the lights, the smoke machines working overtime. It was wonderful just to be alive. Behind the bar, Dixie was going back to her usual routine, getting the orders in from the private rooms, from the wait staff, that got the special requests from those already engaged in sexual activity. Bondage, peep shows, girls in cages, other lounges where the escorts. “Okay, one bottle of the bubbly, two glasses for room four. And ten vodka shots for room six, on it.’-Dixie noticed Duke go past and she gave him a wave, as he tipped his hat, but damn..what happened to his face? Dixie shook her head, worried about the famous gunslinger, but then got straight onto fetching the right glasses, and the chilled bottle of champagne out from the fridge behind her, whilst Maggie was having a joke with Nikolas over the girl at the park. “I wonder if she shows, after you and your jerking around on that chair, ye goon.”- Nikolas was shrugging and then slipped his fingers in his jean pocket and pulled out the card for Iggy. “I didn’t jerk, Mags…eh, I got the card, and if she shows, she shows, okay?’ Maggie reached behind the bar to get the condiment dishes, and ashtrays, as Nick watched a pink haired girl approach the bar, asking if they were too busy to fetch her a black Russian and Nick checked her out, giving her the once over, before suggesting, “I can get ya the Russian…black? Yeah, no problems. Just wait a minute.” -Maggie was already pulling out the glass, and then handing over the bottles, so Nikolas could make it, before she went to serve a group of Japanese business men, who wanted saki…and lots of it. Nikolas finished preparing the Black Russian and slid it over, before asking. “You one of the escort here, sure I seen you on the floor before.” – He reached up and raked his long digits through his hair, before saying. “You get your drinks on the tab, or pay now?” – A good question, to show if she was employed by the Death Club team or not. Dixie had all her orders filled, and made a loud wolf whistle, for Jenny, to come take the drinks up to the respective rooms. It was then she had a moment to compose herself, as she spotted Demetrios, and he had caught sight of her new look. “You like?” she said, her voice raising slightly higher, before giving her man a kiss, that would leave him wanting more later. “Hey Alex…great to see you back at DC.”- she smirked and then slapped Demetrios’s ass asking. “Grey goose, and ten vodka shots?”- It was the usual order, for a Saturday night. Dixie then bent an ear to Demetrios saying. “I just seen Duke at the bar…he looks like he went ten rounds with Mohammed ali…do you know what happened to him?” <3>
DrakonMacar: Duke glared, right now he was the meanest son of a bitch the world had ever seen. His guitar was nowhere to be seen, his breath smelling of gin. He leaned on the railing near the stairs. This time eye balling the bathrooms rather than the dance floor or bar or private booths. His teeth barred, lips thin and pulled back to expose those pearly whites as he watched the club like a hawk. It was only a matter of time before he pounced on the first of his neogh helpless prey. Tonight would be an excellent time to make an example out of troublemakers. People who usually got away with small things were even going to be considered. Alone in his secluded spot he brooded alone to himself. Nobody contacted him thus far. A clenched fist and shaking arm lay across the railing up above. Music booming, bodies writhing. People drinking, smoke in the air, drugs everywhere. His eyes narrowed, it was game time.
Marrok: Marrok, Chris, James and Damien were whooping and laughing like maniacs, enjoying the rush of an awesome show as they practically ran back to their bus to grab some booze and a few joints. Popping open a bottle of some vodka with a name that was beyond any of their abilities to pronounce, they each poured a shot and toasted to the show and a great night to come. Happily drinking shots and swigging some strong tasting lager, Marrok had the idea to go out on the town to party with the locals. “It’d be a damn good time ya know? I mean we just played for ’em, they prolly would want us to come taste their nightlife. And have you seen the girls here man??? States got nuthin’ on these girls…” That was more than enough motivation for the other guys to pack up the remaining joints and bottles, grab ids and enough cash to buy a yacht and bounce, in James’s case literally out of the bus. The gang was crouching low to sneak around the almost empty lot where the bus was parked, cheers and screams still echoing from the concert hall as random crew members were either loading things up or pouring cups of coffee. Nobody would have even paid them much mind seeing as their job was done for the night. Marrok led them to the gate where the bus, crew and various other personnel came and went, guarded of course, but the guard let them out with a wink and a word of warning, “Don’t go pokin’ around in too many a dark alley mates. City isn’t a playground at night. Cheers lads.” With a wave and a puff of smoke, Marrok turned and put both arms over the shoulders of the three people he had come to know and love as brothers. “Where to first on our grand tour?” This night would be one they would never forget…
Thecyberbully: -he had been walking around aimlessly, like a zombie, around the city. Being night time, he thought he would have found a decent pub or club. Well, he would think he would have learnt how to understand this city. Stalking the street would sound more like Jack the ripper. He was nothing of the sort, in fact, he was just…lost. Looking at his digital watch, the green light gave the time as it shone a dim light to him. “23.00” He just tilts his head as he shrugs. Only been walking for 30 minutes. His friend had left him, returning back to their home as he explored the night life here. He smirks to himself. He knew they were going to miss out of the drunken dancing and fun but still. He did miss them, for less than a nano second before walking to a bar. He didn’t know much of speaking the current langue but still. He did know some spoke English. He looks at a sign as he tilts his head, trying to pronounce it his head “Národní odpor”. “Hmm. Seems like a nice pub I guess. “-He spoke to himself as he walks towards the door. Pushing it open as the light shone into his eyes. He looks around as he walks in.The small “pub” seems to be packed with smartly dressed males as he smiles to himself. He had found an ideal place to get a drunk or two into his system. He looked more around on the walls as he saw phases on the walls, guessing, they was menu’s. The males in suits, slowly turned around as they looked at him. They blinked, each one just ..looking at him . The male was confused as he speaks.-“Hi…Hello, how are we?”-His hello was met by a cough as one of the males walked forwards to him.-“Whaats a nugga doin ‘ere?”- He spit at the floor as the male looks back.-“ I am. Sorry, but I thought this was a club or pub”- The coloured male, was shocked by the remark but tried to keep calm. Little did he know, this was a neo-nazi pub? He back slowly to the door as he licks his lips. Trying to moist them as he became slightly scared.-“ I…be..on.. my..-“ without finishing the sentence, the coloured male raced out of the pub as he fled the pub. He knew he should have taken another langue. He had been running, around about, 15 minutes as he breaths quick and fast. His heart was pounding in his chest as a thin sweat raced down his fore head. Moving his right arm, he rubbed his white shirt across it. Mopping up the drops as he looks back. Luckily this time, no one had changed him. Something else dawned on him.. He reached to his back side as he slightly felt it. At least he didn’t shit himself through the fear. He carried on as he walks a bit more. It had hit “0.00” on his watch. He was about to give up before he saw a few people, most be the same age as him [around 29] .He followed them as they led him to a door with…some big..angry…fellows at the door. Now, he was crapping himself. Maybe this was another one of those pubs , that he just went in. Taking deep breaths, he walks forwards. He had his passport on him for a form of idea as he waits in line. It didn’t take long before he walked to the front of the line as he coughs. Slowly moving to show his ID as he waits to be allowed to enter. –