Curse of Curves [Botch]

ReD · Apr 23, 2015

He wasn't drunk yet, but he needed to be.

This bar was becoming one of his usual places, but he wasn't sure if bar was the word for it. The establishment was nestled in the back of an old brick building in the basement level, like an old doctor's office might be in New York, though having never seen New York, Lochlann did not have this analogy in mind.

The inside was dark, the music was loud, and the crowd was thick, hot, and moving. In a different life time, he might have wedged up against the first hot piece of ass he could find and started to dance, but he couldn't now. He walked with a noticeable limp no matter how hard he tried to describe it, and oh, did he try.

He needed a drink, and he needed one now.

His hands were shaking, but he tucked them in his pocket, and no one but himself could hear the pounding of his heart or the rush of blood on the inside of his skull. To the casual observer, he looked composed....but maybe a little hungry.

He was starving. He needed a drink before he made a stupid decision.

He felt like flinging himself at the nearest bar stool, but he slid onto his gracefully, leaning against the counter, one leg resting on the bottom rung of the bar stool, and his bad leg hanging over the edge. With the leather jacket, his pose looked confident, cocksure even.

It was the perfect disguise.

If only the bartender would hurry up.

"Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here," he muttered, perhaps a little bit too loudly.

Botchmun · Apr 25, 2015

"That would be me."

She had her hair up, two bright pigtails hopped up onto a stool by the bar. Those pigtails were attached to a long, narrow face, like that of a predatory cat. Two orange eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the bar had focused on Loch. Below those eyes were a smile of needle-like teeth, a predatory smile behind pink lipstick.

Over that mottled, earthy-brown skin was a tube top and a vest. She had arm bands and glowing, multi-colored bracelets as well. Her midriff was showing, and the strap of her panties were showing above a surprisingly short skirt. It'd be easy to see up that skirt, the way Dorito were sitting, were it not for her hands, covered with long, fingerless gloves, clutching onto the stool and firmly between her legs. Down her legs were long fishnet stockings that reach her shoe-less feet.

"I'm Dorito, and how about that drink, tall, dark, and handsome." She gave Lochlann the kind of confident smirk that could only mean one thing. She had found herself some prey.

ReD · Apr 26, 2015

"That would be me."

Loch was surprised, partially because he wasn't expecting an answer, and he wasn't expecting the speaker to be so incredibly hot. He started at her bare feet and his gaze worked it's way up her legs, pass the glow sticks, and to her eyes. It must have been the lighting, but it looked like her eyes were glowing. A slow smile spread across his face.

"I think that would be more of a reward than a chore," Lochlann said, his voice low.

He was used to having to be the one to initiate, so he was surprised again when she said, "I'm Dorito, and how about that drink, tall, dark, and handsome."

His easy smile didn't waver when he flagged the bartender.

"What would you like?" Lochlann asked her. His eyes traced the curve of her jack and down to her lips and his expression seemed to say because I'd like to have you. Instead, he said, "My name is Lochlann."

It seemed like he'd forgotten about not making a stupid decision because he said, "Dorito? Do you find people saying, "I'd like to lick my fingers afterwards?' "

He phrased it that way so he could respond to her reaction by either sympathizing with her if she complained, or pursue it further as a pick-up line if she seemed receptive.

Botchmun · Apr 26, 2015

Dorito giggled a bit at Lochlann. "Hey, I thought I was getting you a drink!" She leaned forward slightly in her chair, her eyes narrowing and her grin widening. "Are you saying I'm gunna have to be the one to work for it?" It wouldn't be a bad deal, truth be told. Dorito couldn't help but want to play with this situation, like a cat with a mouse. Thanks to her power it was impossible for her to feel out of control, she could always make little tweaks when things felt like they were getting dicey.

The bartender approached and Dorito looked from him to Lochlann. "Well, Lochlann- mind if I call you Loch?" She continued as though he'd already accepted that question. "I wouldn't mind a big cup of something strong and sweet, the kind of thing that keeps you feeling warm and tingly all night." She tilted her head slightly as that seductive grin somehow grew even bigger. "Not unlike yourself."

His comment about her name made her raise her eyebrow. "Well you could always find out if you play your cards right." Her voice grew a little lower as she scooted her stool a bit closer, leaning in and speaking almost conspiratorially. "But I gotta warn you, its hard to have just one. she leaned on the counter, somehow managing to show off the curves of her small body quite well while waiting for his response.

She let her power kick in, whispering thoughts into Lochlann's mind, her suggestions coming across as his own internal monologue. She's loving it, in fact, I got her eating out of the palm of my hand! That little confidence booster was a good start, she gave it a little follow-up. She's got her hand on the counter, I could make a little move, rest mine on hers... I bet her skin's real soft.

ReD · Apr 26, 2015

Hey, I thought I was getting you a drink!" She leaned forward slightly in her chair, her eyes narrowing and her grin widening. "Are you saying I'm gunna have to be the one to work for it?"

"Isn't it more fun that way?" Lochlann arched an eyebrow, resting his elbow on the bar and subtly shifting his body a little more in her direction. She pushed the bar stool closer and Lochlann moved so his knee accidentally brushed her leg.

"Well, Lochlann- mind if I call you Loch?"

"Loch is fine--" he agreed, though the rest of her sentence made him suddenly aware of how hot it was in here.

"I wouldn't mind a big cup of something strong and sweet, the kind of thing that keeps you feeling warm and tingly all night....Not unlike yourself."

He laughed, tilting his head back just a little, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"The house special," he told the bartender. "Make it two, and extra whiskey in one, extra whip cream on the other."

"Well you could always find out if you play your cards right....But I gotta warn you, its hard to have just one.

Holy shit he did not expect that to work. This was fantastic, it was like she was eating out of the palm of his hand....maybe if he played his cards right, he could be eating out of something else tonight.

Her hand was on the counter and Lochlann brought his hand down on top of hers without thinking, brushing his thumb across the top of her hand in slow, small circles. Her skin was remarkably soft.

"Wouldn't it feel nice if I linked my fingers with his?" Lochlann sent a small mental nudge, testing the waters. He really wanted her to rest her foot on the bar rung of his chair, which would close the distance between them even more, but he held off on that thought.

Better ease into it, he thought, don't want to make any mistakes.

But it was hard. He was hungry and the feel of her hand under his was sending electricity pinpricking down his fingers.

"It seems impossible that anyone could ever get enough of you," Lochlann agreed, "But I'm sure I could think of a scenario that would satisfy us both."

The bartender arrived back with their drinks, a dark blend of chocolate whiskey and gods know what else mixed into the tumbler but Lochlann didn't break his gaze from hers.

Botchmun · Apr 26, 2015

Dorito grinned, her power giving her that feeling of control, that rush it always did. She thought about it for a bit, taking a bit more initiative and entwining her fingers with Lochlann's, linking them and squeezing a little. Her skin was remarkably soft, and she pushed her palm against his, letting Loch feel the fuzzy fabric of that glove.

"It seems impossible that anyone could ever get enough of you," Lochlann agreed, "But I'm sure I could think of a scenario that would satisfy us both."

Dorito's hand tensed a little, squeezing Lochlann's slightly. With a name like her's you'd think she'd be the cheesy one. That line, however... "I'm sure you could, and I'd really like you to share it with me, Loch."

She let her power slip out once more, still that tempting whisper. She's such a bite-sized little treat, maybe tell her how sexy she is, lean in a bit, get a bit more physical contact... She let the thought of some intimate position punctuate that, a fuzzy image of something far less subtle.

When the drinks arrived Dorito didn't notice at first, her eyes wandering from Loch's to the cup as she reached over with her other arm, pulling the drink with more whipped cream over to herself. She took a lick of whipped cream, managing to get some on the tip of her nose. It was a carefully crafted movement, and she followed it up with another little whisper from her power; That's just adorable, she got it on her nose! now she's got cream on her face... Another fleeting follow-up image, involving a different kind of 'cream' and those pigtails of hers being gripped tightly.

ReD · Apr 26, 2015

Her hand was pressed up against his and Lochlann was almost dizzy with the rush of lust that washed over him.

"I'm sure you could, and I'd really like you to share it with me, Loch."

"well, if you insist..." He leaned in, accidentally brushing his fingers across her knee as he reached for his drink. He took a sip, letting the whiskey coat his tongue and numb any part of him that was worried, but there wasn't that much. His mind had wandered to...other places, thinking of how it might be if her legs were wrapped around him instead of the barstool.

He put the cup down and tried to send her a little mental nudge with the same image.

"It starts here," he said, though whether he was referring to their location at the bar, or the slight squeeze he gave her hand, he wasn't certain.

When he met her gaze again and saw the whip cream on her nose, Loch lost his inhibitions. Just relax, you want to hear what he has to say... he nudged to her, since if he made a wrong move he could very well be slapped.

He leaned in closer, so his breath was a whisper to her ear, and trailed one finger gently down her jawline from the edge of her ear until he was holding her face. He brushed his thumb across her lips think what it'd feel like to be kissed he thought at her, though he said, "...and if you're up for taking a long ride, I can make it worth your while."

His hand that was on her face trailed down her neck and back up. At the last moment, when he should have kissed her, he wiped the whip cream off her face and licked it off his finger with a sly half-smile.

"I'm much better at showing than telling, so if you'd really want to hear what I have in mind..."

His face was still only an inch from hers. All he had to do to kiss her was lean forward. But, he held back. It's better if she does it, because then she'll think the rest of the ideas are hers, too, he mused to himself. Go ahead... he nudged her.

Botchmun · Apr 27, 2015

The feeling of his hand grazing over her knee made Dorito jump. It was the slightest of reactions, her leg jerking up just enough to prolong contact a little longer. Dorito took a much larger shot of her drink, the bittersweet mix of chocolate, whipped cream, and hard liquor making her light-headed for a few seconds. She got some pretty interesting ideas in that time, unaware she'd got them from Lochlann.

It was hard not to think of what it'd be like to be kissed by him, her heart starting to race as she began to find it hard to maintain that grin. "...and if you're up for taking a long ride, I can make it worth your while." Her voice dropped down, to a whisper only Lochlann could hear in that little world between their faces. "I want that ride right now, and I don't want it to stop."

He said something but she missed it, her eyes completely locked on his. A voice in her head said go ahead. She did.

Dorito leaned in, her lips pressing full against Lochlann's. Her hands suddenly moved to his shirt and balled up, anchoring him into their kiss. Her mouth still tasted like that drink.

She let her power out once more, her mind racing as she tried to reign herself in. Damn I'm good, time to show her what kissing is really about! After that... There was a series of ideas, various positions involving someone of Dorito's size, all meant to inspire Lochlann and spurr him onwards.

ReD · Apr 27, 2015

"I want that ride right now, and I don't want it to stop."

She kissed him, her hands balled up against her shirt, and Lochlann made a small noise in the back of his throat because he was suddenly and painfully aware of every thing he wanted to do to this woman, and none of them were thinks he could do in public.

He had one hand on the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair.

His kiss was hungry, but controlled. He bit her lip then flicked his tongue across it to ease any sting. She was sweet and tasted like chocolate and whiskey. He wanted to taste more of her, and his kiss said that.

His other hand was on her leg, slowly making it's way up. He wanted to put his hand on her hip, but he hesitated at her skirt. There was a part of him that was fascinated by this sudden boundary and he snuck one finger under the edge of her skirt, not going anywhere indecent, just teasing the soft skin on her leg.

He sent her a small mental nudge of where his hand might go if they were alone, but that image disappeared into another image of him pulling her onto his lap.

His other hand was on her hip, above the skirt, and he hesitated for only a moment because he was hard and didn't want to make her uncomfortable by pulling her onto his lap in public....

....but fuck it.

((ooc: i guess maybe next post I should have the bartender kick the out? xD))

Botchmun · Apr 27, 2015

It was too much. The kiss made her head swim, and she got a rush of dirty thoughts, that feeling of his hands on her, that finger teasing under her skirt, following those fish-nets further and further up. She thought about being in his lap, sitting there, her body was relaxing into his, her hands opening and moving up, wrapping around his head, not wanting to break the kiss. She felt herself leaving the stool.

"W-Wait!"

Dorito broke the kiss long enough to sputter the words out, drawing a breath of air. The bartender was getting drinks for a rather loud group of interestingly dressed individuals. He had raised an eyebrow to them but seemed distracted by the others. She felt her heart racing, still holding onto Lochlann, shocked at how she let control slip from herself like this. Not cool, Dorito... She grinned again, that same grin that hinted so many possibilities.

"We should take this somewhere else..." She moved free of Lochlann's grip and picked up her drink. "Somewhere private, or at least more private than the bar." She smirked and started to knock her drink back quickly. As she did she let her power out once more. She's destroying that drink, but she's so small... she's got a be a little tipsy, a little more fun. She put thoughts of her curves into Loch's mind, her hips, thighs, bust, shoulders. oh, I'm definitely getting my hands on those...

She hastily put the empty cup back down and leaned in, speaking in that conspiratorial whisper, though her face was now flushed. "Men's room, now." She put her hand on Lochlan's thigh and squeezed, her face close to his as that seductive grin grew a little messy. Dorito felt a slight pang of regret, she shouldn't have taken that whole drink at once...

She got off the stool though, her hand trailing down Lochlan's thigh and breaking contact at his knee. Dorito walked slowly, an obvious sway to her hips. One final 'kiss' from her power slipped into Loch's mind. Dat Ass. She shared the mental image of her swaying hips and rear once more, but now with the skirt rolled up... And with that she moved away quickly, slipping into the men's room and waiting for Lochlann.

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