Post by Viv and other charries on Mar 27, 2009 15:54:52 GMT -5
Jean-Claude put the microphone down, having finished his introduction of the dancer currently on stage. It was his usual job, announcing each vampire as they took their turn. His voice was able to get them riled up, each woman warming to the voice only to unleash their lust on the next well toned body shown to them. This was the perfect job.
Being an ardeur, he needed this kind of 'meal'. He fed off their lust riding high on the air like a thick fog rolling through every square inch. And tomorrow, he wouldn't be here at all if all went well. He drifted between establishment to establishment. Tomorrow, he would be tending to the Laughing Corpse, setting everything in order there.
He ran a hand through his long, dark curls, the tresses becoming lost in the lace around his neck. Black covered his pale body, contrasting sharply and helping to bring out his midnight blue eyes regardless. Those azure orbs drifted from person to person. He never expected trouble, the women too frightened to be anything more than a little eager. They quickly settled themselves down once they had filled their quota of danger by getting as close to the dancer as they dare.
He let out a sigh, grinning slightly. He nodded to Robert once, making sure the other vampire saw and headed towards his office, ready to fill out paper work until he had to return to the main floor and announce the next dancer.
Amy had come to the place to see one person in particular, though, not one of the dancers. Her friend Jean owned the place, along with others, but he seemed to spend most of it here. She watched him go off stage finally towards the back of the place, which was hard to get to with the sea of raging hormones.
She managed to get past them after a bit, shaking her head at the site as she did. She may have been straight, but she'd much rather watch a female stripper. As she got to the door, she pushed her short black hair back so she looked presentable again, before knocking on the door and letting herself in. "Hi Jean, Hi Robert." she said with a smile, leaning against the door as she closed it in a black tanktop and a fairly short skirt.
Post by Viv and other charries on Mar 27, 2009 16:15:04 GMT -5
Jean-Claude, she's here, A voice said. Chad had been keeping an eye on the door while he was watching the floor. When Amy had walked in, he was the first to move to get the boss. The elder vampire's hand was barely on the cold metal of the door knob when he heard such news. Why was she here? They had no plans tonight. He turned away from the crowd and made his way back towards his office.
The door opened and in walked Amy looked beautiful as ever. "Hello, ma petite", He greeted in his usual tenor, voice smooth and as bad for you as chocolate in mass amounts. His voice was that of crushed velvet, and he would make sure it always that way for this woman. He grinned, hiding his fangs. Those deep, midnight blue eyes tried to meet her gaze, though, he couldn't be sure she would meet his.
(OCC: I'm sorry we didn't really get to talk and all earlier, my grandmother was up my ass to clean stuff, I really wanted to talk and RP too.)
Amy smiled as she heard Jean reply with his usual greeting. She looked up towards him where she saw his eyes come up to meet hers. Those lovely midnight blue eyes that just made him look like he should be part of a dream, along with that voice of his and the over all look he had. They'd been friends forever, but she couldn't help but like him more, especially when he was like this to her.
"Well..." she said with a grin, moving from the door to Jean, her body against his a bit as she flirtatiously said, "I haven't been yours yet." She rather enjoyed teasing him a bit when he said that, occasionally hoping that he'd decided to change that. She took a step back as she said, "When are you going to get a club with girls in it? I may be into girls but I'd rather watch them than guys." still having that grin. She was just messing with him, she had just come to hang out with him, and he probablly knew she was atleast just playing.
Post by Viv and other charries on Mar 30, 2009 17:02:15 GMT -5
For a moment, he lingered, taking in her scent, something that was purely Amy. Then, there was the scent of desire, something that never seemed far a good number of times when she was near him. It made him grin to himself, self-satisfied that he had such a reaction from her. "To what do I owe such a pleasant surprise?' He asked, genuinely curious.
With her pressed up against his body, Jean-Claude's senses flared, making his body hard and attentive. Meeting his gaze was all it took for him to have to intervene and seduce her as well. "You could be mine, but I'm letting the chase continue ma petite" He murmured, leaning close to whisper in her ear. He didn't believe it to be his night. Though, the smile tugging at her lips did make his eyes sparkle, amused.
"Maybe I just want to visit." she said with a smile as he lingered. She than heard him say he was letting the chase go on, that intoxicating voice in her ear. She couldn't do anything but hesitate for a moment, trying to keep herself calm.
She wrapped her arms around him with a smile, letting her body press against his, looking up a bit to see him, he reyes in that big captivating and innocent look. "Maybe I'm tired of running." she said, letting her head rest on his shoulder than.
Post by Viv and other charries on Mar 31, 2009 15:54:36 GMT -5
A visit aye? Hmmm... nothing was ever just a visit with her. No he lied. There was a few times, but not many. Smelling the desire radiating from her was giving him more and more power, making him feel better from his long period without blood. But, it didn't faze him much. He still felt normal... well as much as normal could be for an ancient master vampire to be.
The touch of her arms around him made an involuntary reaction commence, letting his arms wrap around her waist. Looking into that beautiful vulnerable eyes he got lost, just lost himself in them as he always did. Her words were seducing him slowly, but he would not let himself get out of control, especially with Robert in the room. "Robert. Close the door on your way out. I would like to be alone with ma petite." He said looking at Robert. Robert had an expression of disgust as he walked out closing the door behind him.
"So you are tired of running then?" He said sighing and still holding onto her. His gaze went to her full luscious lips, taunting him, making him want to lean down and take what was his. To capture them with his own lips and own them. But he wouldn't let himself do that.
Amy watched as robert left, seeing the look of disgust on his face and curious as to why he made it. They weren't gay lovers, were they? She felt his arms around her and sighed contently as she let herself rest in his arms.
She than heard him basically repeat what she had said, trying to figure out what part of her he was looking at. She could feel herself getting hotter, as was usual in his night clubs, and especially in his office. "Yes, I am tired." she said, slidding her arms out of the tank top and pulling it off, than putting her arms back around him. She had no problem with him seeing her in the black lacy bra. "And why do you always keep it so hot, just so I'll take my clothes off." she said playfully.
Post by Viv and other charries on Apr 1, 2009 17:00:28 GMT -5
Her shirt came off what seemed to be slowly to him. His heart was beating faster with the inch by inch presentation of her skin and every fiber within his being wanted her at that very moment. He swallowed and looked down at her as she wrapped her arms back around him. Composure... that's what he had to keep. "I don't know if you have noticed or not ma petite I am a very cold person." His voice came out husky with lust and constraint.
He unbuttoned the front part of his shirt and took her hands and pressed them against his chest. He was ice cold, and her warm hands against his body was the sweetest sin... He raised an eyebrow to her as if to say See told you
She smiled as she heard him say about him being cold. "But does having this room like a furnace really help." she said as her hands were put on his chest. It felt so good, but she didn't want to cave in that easily.
She noticed How he changed since her shirt came off and smiled at it. "How can seeing me in this affect you so?" she said with a smile, moving away and since she was still so ho removing the skirt to reveal the matching panties. "You've seen me in my bathing suit and thats MUCH more revealing." she said, seeing as that composed of a thong and top that barely covered her rather large breasts. She went over to the couch, laying on it with a slight smirk.
Post by Viv and other charries on Apr 1, 2009 18:59:23 GMT -5
The swim suit... she was correct. It was very much more revealing then her underwear. "But ma cherie... You are technically seducing me." His voice still very husky, his eyes following her ever move, all the way to the couch. He walked fluidly over to her, his muscles moving in almost a rolling movement. It was almost mesmerizing the way he could glide as he walked. He looked utterly, beautiful. Not handsome, beautiful. He was one of those men that looked more beautiful than handsome, but there was no denying his masculinity.
He sat down at the end of the sofa and looked at her, his midnight blue eyes pools of distractions, pulling you in with one single glance. "Seduction doesn't work on me you should know this by now." He said hoping that the more he said it the more it would come true.
Post by Viv and other charries on Apr 1, 2009 19:15:46 GMT -5
There went the bra... he just couldn't take it anymore. His power was rising with the heightened lust in the room and also the heightened lust that was seeping in through the door from the act that was going on in the sanctuary as one might put it. Putting his hands on the couch and moving so that he was over her, his eyes made complete contact with hers. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, letting the chills of his power flow into her like a cool wind. His hands started to wander, roaming her body, letting them explore places that he hadn't went on her. He was shooting up in flames, the feel of her body intoxicating. He was to commit every curve, every sweet spot, to memory, and he did his job thoroughly.
Amy watched as he came over her suddenly and could almost feel the energy flow through her. She felt his cold hands on her hot body which was enough, but than felt him hit some of her sweet spots and made her moan a bit as she kissed back with just as much passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her fingertips from one hand gently run across the spine there. She may not have been a virgin, but she almost felt like it with him.
Post by Viv and other charries on Apr 1, 2009 19:34:35 GMT -5
The moan did it for him. He pulled back and looked at her for a second and shook his head. "We can't do this Amy." He said sitting back, noticing that his shirt was still open. He buttoned it back up, shaking his head. He rarely used her first name, and that meant bad news. "I can't loose control around you. I can't." He said sighing. He really wanted to, but she meant to much to him to just throw around like a rag doll and treat her like a realistic blow up doll. She actually meant something to him deep down and he wouldn't let anything tamper with that.