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. L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to ALL: -After the meeting with Red which had gone as well as one could expect when dealing with a homicidal, gun totting maniac, Lana ventured down to the lower levels where the smell of McCruds hanging heavily in the Plaza gave way to the stale stench of cigarettes, sweat and booze as Lana ventured to the darker corners of the main level. The Raunch House was just as it sounded, a bar and brothel rolled into one where girls, including those of the mechanical kind called Sex Meks, were put to work to fill the pockets of the gangs. It had been referred to as a ‘smoke easy’ where patrons not wanting to fuss with heading to the legal Smokatorium could go to hang out and have a puff or two in safety without worry of a Judge coming by and busting you. Since coming under new management though the dive had over time taken on a new, smuttier direction but it was still good for a drink. After being checked by the bouncer whose job it was to keep an eye out for undesirables Lana entered the dingy dwelling where she was greeted by the smell of wondrous nicotine lingering in the air. Music spilled out from speakers situated all over the joint mingling and clashing with the rough tones of largely male voices in conversation. Sporadic laughter from the female employees cut through the harsh din and eventually she caught the scent of cheap perfume worn by the whores who were forced to work here. None of them however would ever claim this was a hardship though as to do so would spell their end. Approaching the bar Lana would order a drink which consisted of a small glass of clear liquor that did the trick. Paying the Credits it cost Lana then reached into the pocket of her cargo pants to pull out a pack of cigarettes. She hated admitting it but she needed this, the drink and the smoke to help her come down out of her mood and perhaps to calm her nerves, but as always with Lana nothing was done without purpose. She had a reason beyond a smoke and a drink for coming down here…- (11/13/16 07:51) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Judge Stromm · Viktor Stromm : Halls of Justice MC1|POD says to ALL: Enters ... (11/13/16 07:53) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Judge Stromm · Viktor Stromm : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...the Raunch House was a cesspool waiting to be busted. One evening when the Judges swarmed Peach Trees this would be among their first targets and dozens of law breakers would be sent to the Iso Cubes. Until then it was a place where Sweet Vic, as I was known amongst the crowds as a local Sugar Peddler could go to take a drink and relax. Sometimes I enjoyed a lapdance and a nice set tits waving in my face while I sat in a booth, other times I just sat and drank. enjoying myself and making small talk with some of the patrons who knew me. On this particular night I'd only just returned from a brief exodus where I met with my -contact- and came into some premium sugar guaranteed to give anyone who sampled it the buzz they were looking for. The Bouncer at the front of the Raunch House was among my first customers, I slipped him a vial without thinking twice and he barely even frisked me down or searched me and making my way inside I moved towards my favorite booth. On the way there I surveyed the area, I even saw a familiar face at the bar in the form of Lana but I didn't go over to her, I was playing it cool just like Sweet Vic always did. As I slid into my booth a waitress/whore, Tatiana, approached me and asked what I was in the mood for, I smiled and leaned in ,reaching around to give her ass a squeeze and then sent her to the bar to get me the drink I'd ordered. Something strong that would take the edge off. I didn't forget about Lana either. Shortly after Tatiana came to the bar the Bartender wandered over to Lana and let her the next one was on the house [Courtesy of Sweet Vic!] Apparently I'd come into a bit of profit while I was away from Peach Trees and now I was celebrating a bit. It was all drinks and whores for me... (11/13/16 08:01) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -Lana hadn’t noticed when Viktor walked in the place was crowded and smoky after all, and she was for the moment a little too preoccupied with herself truth told that she had let something of her guard down. However, after downing the first drink she’d be alerted by the waitress that the next round was on Vic and turning to glance back over her shoulder Lana would notice you in a booth where you took to watching her from afar. Accepting the shot Lana would balance the burning cigarette between her lips while carrying the shot in her hand to wander on over since a drink was basically an invitation. Even if it wasn’t it didn’t matter, Lana did what she wanted and went where she desired. Settling into the booth across from you she recalled the last time they were here when she had all but interrogated you while planting a Sex Mek’s head in your lap. You had been rather uptight then and had mistaken the game Lana had wanted to play with you then as you ignored her questions with very dull and conventional answers. It appeared though that the sugar trade had loosened you up since then but this didn’t earn you points with Lana who was still rather suspicious of you. Perhaps even more so now that you were loose and easy going Vic as opposed to curt and tight lipped.- “I am surprised you would want to buy me a drink after the other day, Vic. Did you manage to talk your harem down?”-She mumbled around the cigarette still dangling from her lips before reaching up to pluck it from her lips she exhaled and closed her eyes. It was as close to ‘relaxed’ as you’d ever see Lana in public as she waited your answer over the noise of the rest of the baboons and hyenas filling up the joint around them.- (11/13/16 08:15) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...I almost laughed hearing Lana's comment after she'd approached shrugging my shoulders I'd have replied...."Bitches be crazy. They think because I give them a little sugar on the cheap that I belong to them or something."...I laughed a bit but shook my head..."They're fine. At least until the next time."...and I was smart enough to know there would be a next time but to answer Lana's unspoken question about last time it appeared that business had been good and that I didn't care about what had happened anymore. Tatiana appeared then, wandering back over to the booth with the tall glass of clear liquid I'd ordered and setting it down...."Thanks Babe."...my lips pursed, I blew her a kiss and she wandered away with her hips swaying until the next time I decided I'd need a drink from her. Once Tatiana was gone I'd have looked back towards Lana..."Sit down if you want. Treat yourself. I'll buy you another round."...that would make two drinks and I could even go a few more. Noticing the smoke dangling form Lana's lips I practically ignored it, I practically ignored the smokey atmosphere too because I didn't partake in that particular vice all to often even while I was undercover but there was nothing altogether to unusual about that. Lots of people didn't smoke. Tilting my head I leaned back into the booth, watching as Lana closed her eyes and took pleasure from the last inhale she'd taken with a small but subtle amount of interest then I broke into an almost expected sales pitch..."Got some new product too. Premium sugar guaranteed to give you a buzz. All yours on the cheap Lana."...I wasn't just going to give her a sample of this for free like I did my lesser quality product but I could still offer Lana a good deal.... (11/13/16 08:32) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -The sound of your voice as you offered her a cheap hit brought Lana from her small daze and scoffing with mild disgust she’d tip back the shot you had bought her to drain the glass completely. Slamming the empty glass down on the table a moment afterward she took to flicking her nearly burnt out cigarette directly at you from across the table.- “So, that’s it? You get taken for an obvious ride and tested by me and you’re fine with it? Want to sell me some sugar?”-Maybe it was the encounter with Red earlier or the booze simply turning her sour right then but sitting straighter in the booth to lean across the table she’d sharply add.- “When did you turn into such a god damn pussy anyways? You’re carrying around all that muscle but you want to talk Candy Shop and act like everything is cool?”-With her hands abruptly slamming onto of the table’s surface Lana began lifting herself onto it which was quite sturdy on account of all the table dancing that took place here, but with your booth being occupied by a woman it was unlikely any of the whores would come by offering to dance and entertain. After her dark figure slithered up onto the table before you Lana would lean forward, bending herself such that she lowered her face before the drink, your drink in fact, left on the table. Wrapping her lips around it she tossed her head back in one swift motion in order to drain the glass of its contents in what was a mildly provocative display before taking hold of it and also chucking it over her shoulder where it was seen briefly flying through the air before finally shattering elsewhere. A small roar of outrage erupted from another nearby booth as one of the gang’s muscle headed goons demanded to know who threw the glass and smiling Lana loomed closer to grab you by the front of your shirt and pull you closer to her as she asked.- “What will you give me not to rat you out Vic?” (11/13/16 08:48) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...my friendly demeanor seemed equally calm, almost as though I was trained to remain that way as Lana's hands came slamming down onto the table. In fact I hardly moved when she accused me of being a pussy and berated me for acting cool in the face of everything that had happened. Tipping my head towards her after she'd slithered up onto the table I have watched..."Lana, look I---"...but I didn't have enough time to talk before she was taking my drink, wrapping her lips around it and tossing it back until it was empty. Lana's display was provocative, kind of sexy and then she tossed the glass back over her shoulder until it was flying through the air where I heard it smashing else. While my exterior remained calm something in my eyes changed, it was a subtle change that someone might have missed if they didn't know what they were looking for and I listened as one of the muscled goons started yelling in the background while Lana loomed ahead of me, grabbing me by the shirt and making her threatening innuendo. Unlike the past where I might have tried to placate her I looked her in the eyes, we were so close after all and without missing a beat I'd have said..."Nothing."....then my hand came up, reached between us and my palm would plant itself over in front of Lana's face before shoving back with a surprising amount of force sent to send her ass over head back into the unoccupied so of the booth and tear her off my shirt where she'd been grabbing it. Afterwards I craned my head to the side once, popped my neck and replied in an almost gritty voice...."Why don't you tell that muscle headed shit face to come over here so I can beat the shit out of him. I'm waiting Lana."....apparently goodwill only goes so far, sometimes you really need to tool someone.... (11/13/16 09:02) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -Lana was not shocked by the change that over came you and in fact she believed finally she was having a genuine moment with you, an interaction that wasn’t wreathed with falsehoods and rehearsed behaviours. When you went on to further explain you would offer her nothing for her continued silence in that moment Lana did not flinch nor did she react much at first when you took to shoving her back with enough force that it took her off balance. However, as her upper half was sent back away from you she smoothly unfolded to thrust her left leg straight toward your face in a swift blow meant for your jaw. Meanwhile, catching the edge of the table with her hands she would attempt to twist her body and bring her right leg back around and across your left side where she’d essentially stomp at your stomach before she was curling forward to effectively throw herself back at you in an effort to pin you down within the seat which was quite a cramped little space for someone as large as you. Her right forearm was brought forward with her momentum hoping to trap it under your chin to press the weight of her body against your throat in an immobilizing maneuver while she demanded.- “Tell me one truth Vic…tell me why you haven’t fucked any of those crazy bitches as you call them. A man here can have anything and everything he wants for a few Credits or with the right threat. What makes you different?”-The smell of liquor laced her breath as she was brought close her body long and lanky hoping to trap you not with her weight but with confining you in a tight position within the booth, making it trickier to lash out at her, or so she hoped. Meanwhile, the asshole in the background continued shouting and making a fuss before a fight broke out causing enough chaos that they were ignored.- 11/13/16 09:26) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...I was caught offguard by the first kick. When Lana's left leg came at me all I could do was turn my head, swaying it to the left before her heel crushed itself against the side of my jaw and the right cheek. It rung my bell but as my head came back around to look at her I'd still have my senses, along with an all to real ache flashing throughout my cheek and the bone that was likely bruised. As her left leg came around I was recovering but I was only fast enough to tighten my core and mitigate some of the impact caused by her leg which burned my abdomen as she stomped my stomach and then came in for the kill. While Lana was throwing herself at me in an effort to pin me into the cramped space I predicted the maneuver she was about to attempt and brought my right arm up and across to my left so that as to press the weight of her body against my throat via her forearm my own was essentially forced back against her creating an uncomfortable position as bone was ground against bone. Teeth grit, my jaw and the side of my face still fucking hurt but I answered her with a bit of venom in my breath...."Maybe I'm not different, maybe I'm just better."...I could smell the liquor on her breath, my blood rose to meet her challenge and with her right forearm and mine wedged against one another in a stalemate I'd lift my left arm and thrust it towards her armpit so that I could bury it there and squeeze the pressure point in a bid to make the cramped confines we shared even more uncomfortable for her in a bid to have her let up...."Why have something every other man in Peach Trees has fucked when you can look for something no one else has touched."...someone like Lana maybe, someone that hasn't spread her legs for every dick on the block and a half dozen fists too...."Those bitches come looking and I don't even have to try. I might as well own them already."...so maybe I'd be the next Red Vancer once I'd really established myself only smarter and better at running this shithole of a Mega Block. I'd ignored everything in the background a long time ago, my attention was squarely on the woman pinning me back against my booth....."What about you Lana? Why don't you just go get fucked by whatever you want?"....she clearly had some power in this place but Lana didn't sleep around from what I'd heard.... (11/13/16 09:46) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -A cruel smile twisted Lana’s features upon hearing you speak the first half of your answer to her which as it turns out became quite the little speech all things considered, but as you reached up to thrust your hand into her armpit she visibly winced and cried out before easing off you somewhat, though not before swinging her left hand out to crack ya upside the head at least once. As to the last question Lana snorted with amusement before acidly replying.-“If I want something, I take it.”-Which was the truth of a thief like her but she would quickly go on while grappling with you in a bid to grab hold of your shirt again to haul you close.-“I am just too fine for the wastes of skin living in the Trees but then again you’re not living here now are you, Vic?---If that’s even your real name.”-Right then her gaze would drift to a camera on mounted nearby on the wall and with a smirk she’d recall the earlier encounter with Red before feeling herself briefly transported back to the apartment she had been casing at the White Towers day earlier where she discovered the ‘play room’ of the rich and depraved. The sounds of the captive as the men took their turns on her filled Lana’s ears for an instance as elsewhere at that very moment a whore was being similarly treated, and with a sneer Lana balled her fist tighter within your shirt before pulling you close enough that she could smash her lips against yours in a kiss that was not meant to be pleasurable, rather it was to reaffirm she did things on her own pace, she decided when and where, not the other way around. Fuelling her act was also a heavy dose of spite as she knew that Red was likely on the other end of that camera prompting Lana not only to fuck with you in that moment but to mess with him as well.- (11/13/16 10:01) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ...I didn't do much when Lana swung at me, my head dipped a bit and I took it off the crown which irritated more than anything else. All in the moment before she replied in her acidic tone, reminding me that she did what she wanted before she managed to take hold of my shirt again and haul me closer. A smirked touched my mouth as she hauled me in and she explained that she was to fine for anything living her before following with her insinuation..."What's a name anyways?"...I replied..."You know what to call me when you need me."...whether it was Sweet Vic or Vic (or Vik) it didn't matter, Lana knew everything she needed to know and everything that I wanted her to know. She knew enough to keep her guessing without ever being able to put her finger on it. As her eyes went drifting to the camera my hand would shift, releasing her armpit and sliding out to take hold of a handful of her shirt so that I could maintain some control of her as well. When she pulled me closer I was expecting something else, some attack but instead I got a kiss that was as heavy as it was harsh, the type that tasted like madness and hate and just about everything else in between while Lana got a dose of the cold fire burning in my veins, the type of raw energy that could eat someone alive and leave them empty when my mouth crushed against her. The kiss ended when my hand shifted against her and I thrust her back against the table behind her before a powerful hand planted itself down over her hip..."What are we still doing here? Or do you want Red Vancer to see what we're doing and come down here so I can kill him for you?"...that's right I said it, I can fucking kill Red and I'd caught her looking at the camera.... (11/13/16 10:20) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -The kiss was brief but had invoked a powerful response from you it seemed as Lana soon became aware of the intensity radiating from you in that moment confirming so much of what she felt about you intuitively which suggested over and over that you were not right. That something was off about you, and yet…she didn’t seem to much care in that moment thanks in part to booze and desiring to provoke the two ‘leading men’ in her life. When you thrust her away however she hissed as the table’s edge bit into her back reminding her once again of the confined space they occupied. The noise of the bar also reached her ears again, filling her senses to the point she became aware of other pairs of eyes upon them but when you questioned her Lana scoffed and soon took to taunting you.-“You don’t like being watched, Vic?”-And reaching down to the hand clamping down around her hip she’d tug at it in a bid to guide it higher over her dark clad frame before offering the camera one last cursory glance she began sliding off of you.- “Or maybe you are hoping to turn me off by mentioning him. Maybe you are looking for a way out…Do you want out, Vic?”-By now she’d step out of the booth to look out at the crowded tables with a bland expression before glancing back at you over her shoulder, curious of your answer and whether you’d evade her just as you did the other women in your life. As always, Lana was testing you yet again, though to what end was unclear as surely this was not all done for the benefit of Red a man she actually loathed.- . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|POD [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . L a n a | D i e t r i : ....Lana was right, something wasn't right about me but if she ever found out what was -off- about me it might be to late for her. As the sounds of the bar spilled between us I also became aware other eyes had settled on the two of us but beyond that I noted that in the background the brawl that had commenced was still in full swing. When Lana taunted me I smirked..."Depends on who's watching."...maybe I did have a bit of a risque side to me and my hand proved to need little encouragement as under her guidance I willing touched and slid my palm over the curves of her tone frame clad it darker attire. It was only that she stepped out of the booth and off of me that stopped me from touching her more though I noticed how she gave the camera another glance. I wasn't a fool, this show wasn't just for me. When Lana glanced back over her shoulder I was already up onto my feet, out of the booth and approaching her until my hands outstretched to take her by the hips and pull her back against me..."I want out of this dive but into everything else Lana."....she was hot, Lana had all the appeal in all the right ways and I couldn't draw further suspicion to myself by making it seem like I didn't want to go somewhere with her,I couldn't evade her. "I'm here. I want it all."...my hands slid higher over her hips then, threading underneath her arms and around in front of her where I'd send them to snake across her frame and press themselves against everything that was hiding under her clothes.... (11/13/16 10:48) . L a n a | D i e t r i c h . Thief | Peach Trees Resident Room Admin | MC-1 | PoD - [ Peach Trees : The Raunch House ] -A local bar and brothel tucked away in a dark corner of the Plaza, operating under the banner of the Vancer Gang.- says to . . . Judge and Jury . : -As much as Lana enjoyed being a fortress unto herself it could not be escaped that sex was where you learned the most about a person and up until now all that Lana felt she had learned about you was superficial, a scraping of the surface as it were. When you moved to follow her she’d accept the feel of your hands upon her frame although she became aware of the detachment between how you spoke and how your hands felt on her body. Apart of you was lying to her, but also to yourself though she wasn’t sure where this lie derived from. Was she a task, a chore to perform apart of a long game or were you holding back in the fear that you might actually be speaking the truth. Something in the way you spoke just then provoked a burning curiousity in Lana which she would explore throughout the night as she silently invited you to follow her and begin the long climb to her apartment where all would be eventually stripped down and exposed for both to see. Or, perhaps it would just be a fun was to pass the time and work out unspent aggression against each other. There was really no need to over think it, after all.- |
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