Post by Korso Marcello on Jul 7, 2017 21:39:32 GMT -6
(Note: The following post takes place before the thread "Before the Hunt" located under the "Jive and Thrive" subforum)
Bluemoon was a hot term going around town, but The Moonlight Lounge was bigger news, and that’s all the Don cared about. Whatever it was, it wasn’t affecting him. Probably a new bootleg drink, he thought—nothing to worry about.
That all changed one fateful night…
In his penthouse on the fourth floor of the Moonlight Lounge, Korso’s bedroom was shrouded in darkness. His clothes were sprinkled around the floor, sharing it with a woman’s discarded dress and undergarments. He had the naked stranger pinned in the corner of the room where the sounds of moans stirred through the air. Korso was thrusting himself into the stranger with her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed on the wall, and her hands bound behind her with rope—one of his rules when having a first nightcap with a stranger.
Usually, he waited to get to know a girl more before allowing her into his sanctum—before allowing himself to become a little vulnerable. For those ladies he couldn’t resist, he took precautions. Assassins, spies, undercover cops—they’d all tried to get to this moment, but few could muster the courage to be handcuffed and subjected to “well-founded” pat downs. This young woman though, agreed to it…and even asked for him to “be rougher than that”—Korso couldn’t resist a chance to be a total dominant.
Eventually, he brought her away from the wall and stood her at the foot of the bed, bent her over, having her face planted on the sheets, while he furiously thrust from behind, using his fingers to play with her clit. From behind, her fingers wiggled, as if reaching for him, but he refused to let her play any role in this—this was his show.
She soon gasped and released a deep pleasurable moan that forced Korso to stop. Once again, the lady finished first—nothing new for the Don.
He slapped the woman’s butt, his way of saying ‘good job,’ and then removed himself from her. As he paced toward the chair next to the window, the woman, while huffing with a pleased smile, asked, “Could ya untie me, mista? I need to pee.”
Korso sat his bare ass on the chair and reached for a fresh cigar on the near by table, unmoved by her plight. “Sorry, doll, ya know the rules."
“I ain’t no danger to ya…I jus' need ta use my hands…please?” Korso paused for a moment, giving the woman an extra chance to plea her case. “C’mon, afterwards you can use something tighter than rope on me.” Her look of sexual confidence appealed to Korso’s “lower level.”
“Hm, I do like a girl who likes it rough,” said Korso, who abided her wishes and soon had her bonds cut off. "Make it quick." As agreed, he stayed close to his firearm as she moved to her purse, took something out, and then with a wink, vanished into the small bathroom on the other side of the room.
He waited by the bed, even closer to his firearm of course, but his concerns only grew worse when he heard a loud “thump!” coming from the bathroom, like something had fallen.
With his firearm drawn and aimed in the noise’s direction, he carefully moved toward the bathroom, his finger itching to pull the trigger. With no hesitation, he kicked the door open and aimed his gun, but quickly discovered that the woman was on the floor unconscious. He double-checked the room for any sign of an intruder before kneeling beside her and rolling her onto her back.
At once he noticed a trail of foam leaking out from her mouth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pulse—gone. In her hand, a small container. Inside that container: small blue crescent shaped tablets.
“Bluemoon,” said Korso angrily, before eyeing his fingers, particularly his fingerprints. Then he eyed her body, and her scattered clothes in the room, and the rope.
With a deep breath, Korso knew that something had to be done about this woman, and about this new growing threat.
(NOTE: Posts made after this take place after the thread "Before the Hunt")
Bluemoon was a hot term going around town, but The Moonlight Lounge was bigger news, and that’s all the Don cared about. Whatever it was, it wasn’t affecting him. Probably a new bootleg drink, he thought—nothing to worry about.
That all changed one fateful night…
In his penthouse on the fourth floor of the Moonlight Lounge, Korso’s bedroom was shrouded in darkness. His clothes were sprinkled around the floor, sharing it with a woman’s discarded dress and undergarments. He had the naked stranger pinned in the corner of the room where the sounds of moans stirred through the air. Korso was thrusting himself into the stranger with her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed on the wall, and her hands bound behind her with rope—one of his rules when having a first nightcap with a stranger.
Usually, he waited to get to know a girl more before allowing her into his sanctum—before allowing himself to become a little vulnerable. For those ladies he couldn’t resist, he took precautions. Assassins, spies, undercover cops—they’d all tried to get to this moment, but few could muster the courage to be handcuffed and subjected to “well-founded” pat downs. This young woman though, agreed to it…and even asked for him to “be rougher than that”—Korso couldn’t resist a chance to be a total dominant.
Eventually, he brought her away from the wall and stood her at the foot of the bed, bent her over, having her face planted on the sheets, while he furiously thrust from behind, using his fingers to play with her clit. From behind, her fingers wiggled, as if reaching for him, but he refused to let her play any role in this—this was his show.
She soon gasped and released a deep pleasurable moan that forced Korso to stop. Once again, the lady finished first—nothing new for the Don.
He slapped the woman’s butt, his way of saying ‘good job,’ and then removed himself from her. As he paced toward the chair next to the window, the woman, while huffing with a pleased smile, asked, “Could ya untie me, mista? I need to pee.”
Korso sat his bare ass on the chair and reached for a fresh cigar on the near by table, unmoved by her plight. “Sorry, doll, ya know the rules."
“I ain’t no danger to ya…I jus' need ta use my hands…please?” Korso paused for a moment, giving the woman an extra chance to plea her case. “C’mon, afterwards you can use something tighter than rope on me.” Her look of sexual confidence appealed to Korso’s “lower level.”
“Hm, I do like a girl who likes it rough,” said Korso, who abided her wishes and soon had her bonds cut off. "Make it quick." As agreed, he stayed close to his firearm as she moved to her purse, took something out, and then with a wink, vanished into the small bathroom on the other side of the room.
He waited by the bed, even closer to his firearm of course, but his concerns only grew worse when he heard a loud “thump!” coming from the bathroom, like something had fallen.
With his firearm drawn and aimed in the noise’s direction, he carefully moved toward the bathroom, his finger itching to pull the trigger. With no hesitation, he kicked the door open and aimed his gun, but quickly discovered that the woman was on the floor unconscious. He double-checked the room for any sign of an intruder before kneeling beside her and rolling her onto her back.
At once he noticed a trail of foam leaking out from her mouth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pulse—gone. In her hand, a small container. Inside that container: small blue crescent shaped tablets.
“Bluemoon,” said Korso angrily, before eyeing his fingers, particularly his fingerprints. Then he eyed her body, and her scattered clothes in the room, and the rope.
With a deep breath, Korso knew that something had to be done about this woman, and about this new growing threat.
(NOTE: Posts made after this take place after the thread "Before the Hunt")