The Games that Demons Play

Steven · Jan 14, 2017

Iaemor listened to the sounds of the club, pumping music that he liked. Well not really liked but found useful. The sort of music that got people in the mood to dance and drink. A combination that was great for certain emotions and desires to end up floating in the air. Subtle compared to direct, but with the occasional flare up as two people hit it off. Leaning with his back against the bar, Iaemor reached out behind him, grabbing his drink from the counter. Bringing it around, he sipped the glass of whiskey, enjoy the taste of it with the taste of lust in the club air. Admiring the people enjoying their night on or off the dance floor. Luxury chairs over to one side of the room, with a few tables where those who were neither at the bar or dancing gathered.

It was as he was looking around the club, that Iaemor saw something that gave him a great idea. On the far side of the dance floor, a hallway manned by a bouncer that seemed to lead to VIP rooms, for those who wanted some privacy. Smirking Iaemor turned to his side to look at his sister. They had only just got their drink, before he had turned to survey the club and for his little game idea, had to stop her slinking off. Turning he casually slipped his free arm around Maya's waist and leaned down to her ear to whisper. "Up for a little game sister?" He asked to get her attention, and leaned in closer so that there wasn't any chance for people to overhear unless they had exceptional hearing.

"So many possible toys here tonight, but oh what fun it would be to pick one and see who has the best luck tonight." He told her, and then slipped back away from Maya. "I'll even let you pick." He said, bring up his drink and downing the remains before look back over the dance floor, and waited to see how his sister responded.

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Arashi · Jan 24, 2017

Work hard, play hard, they say.

Daniela was, quite frankly, only interested in the latter, but she'd long since learned that the ability to play required money to fund such recreations. Working was not at all appealing to the woman; doing everything she could to scrape by on the streets of Italy had turned her completely against the idea. It was why she sought out the easiest jobs she could find, ones that didn't require much heavy lifting or manual labor. With that, however, came lower pay rates.

It took her longer to save up enough to hit the clubs, but when she did, she went all out.

As such, once she'd gotten the third paycheck of her current job- a record, really, she didn't usually hold jobs down for this long, but she'd been itching to have a good time, so saving money and working it was-, she'd decided to treat herself. Dressing in skin-tight, stylishly ripped jeans and a tank top, both of which highlighted her generous curves and lean figure, she had pulled one of her favorite pairs of combat boots and a leather jacket and headed out to a nicer club she'd discovered a week earlier.

She had immediately left her jacket in the coat room upon arriving and didn't hesitate to get a drink or three before wading into the mass of people on the dance floor to find an appropriately... friendly partner to dance- read: grind flirtatiously against- with. Her chosen partner was a tall, handsome fellow that was all too welcoming to Daniela's open advances, the darker, pleasure-seeking streak in the woman ecstatic with it; getting laid was becoming an increasingly more likely outcome.

Barely ten minutes later, though, the man's cell phone had started vibrating against Daniela's leg from its position in the man's pocket. Within moments, he had rushed away from Daniela, his phone in his hands and harried excuses about his girlfriend falling from his lips.

Well, fuck. Now she'd need to start all over and find a new friend to dance with, a pouting moue crossing her mature, feminine facial features even as she tugged on the edge of her braid in annoyance.

Nameless · Jan 26, 2017

She could just taste the lust culminating in the room. It wasn't fully blown out like the parties she and a few of her friends hosted in lucky villages. It was a light scent that one could easily miss, but it was an undeniable one once it reached the senses. It wasn't evenly dispersed either, some spots had a stronger concentration, while others were void of it. Barely. She could tell when sex drives got active when a new source popped up, which was where she would have gone had her brother not stopped her.

While listening to her brother's game, she sipped from her glass. She was having a cocktail called 'Sex on the Beach.' A personal recommendation from the bartender who was already looking at her with a purring libido. A giggle escaped Maya after Iaemor was done proposing his idea. She turned around with a cheshire grin, looking at the bartender. She had already won, punctuated by the fact that said bartender dropped the mix he was making on the floor the moment he caught Maya looking at him with such a playful expression.

But she turned back after patting her brother's cheek. "I'll count that as a win." She scanned the club for any suitable targets, preferably someone who wasn't already with someone. That's when she saw just the perfect candidate. Someone who had just lost her dancing partner. "That one~ I'll go first," she said before dancing her way towards a gorgeous woman with a good set of curves.

"Looking for a dance partner?" Maya said, using the crowd as an excuse to bump into the woman.

Maya was wearing her short leather tube top that showed a generous amount of cleavage, short shorts, thigh-high socks, and evening gloves. Her cowl was down, so the woman would get an unobstructed view of her smiling face.

Steven · Jan 27, 2017

Iaemor laughed lightly at her sister actions, and the bartender who had dropped his due to her attentions. Finding it amusing that sister was up to his little game, quickly picking an attractive women from the crowd and heading towards her. Iaemor simply smirked to himself, watching his sister form as she went on ahead with appriciation and then looking over the girl she had picked out in more detail. He wasn't going to swoop in right away, allowing her sister to start the game. Possibly exploiting the start of her seduction, to fuel his own when he did make his presence know.

Turning to look over his shoulder, and down at the bartender who was cleaning up the mess him Iaemor chuckled. "When you're done with that, me and my sister would love another drink." He said, and the barman hurried to finish cleaning and get him and Maya a drink. In truth he just wanted to cut the line to get his own drink, and could see from the barman's action by including Maya, he would do exactly that.

Once his drink arrived Iaemor kicked back and sipped from the new glass. Turnig back to see how Maya was getting on with the girl. Already planning in his head how he was going to approch. The drink that the barman had gotten for Maya was going to work as a aperfect reason to slide in and try to win the day.

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The Games that Demons Play

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