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Yo-Yo is working a pole at the Raunch House when she comes across a guy dealing in counterfeit credits. Tucking this bit of information away she crosses paths with Vik, the local sugar dealer, who has come fishing for information regarding recent activity in the Peach Trees as it might relate to what's happening outside. However, he also makes it plain he has come to get a sweet fix of his own... (21:51:17 ) . Vancer Gang Property . .$. Y o – Y o .$. | $ Pay to Play: 5 Credits $ | Peach Trees | Mega-City 1 | Imagine Chat - [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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: -It was a busy night at the Raunch House, it always is. With no where to go the citizens of the Peach Trees often landed in such places to pass the time, finding creative and illegal endeavours to fill the hours that dragged on like a soul crushing eternity. All around the club a number of habits and vices were easily sampled from gambling games, to cigarettes, and of course prostitution. Scantily clad girls, including a couple of Sex Meks no doubt stolen by the gang and reprogrammed, roamed the club while a small curvy brunette pranced on a nearby stage fitted with a brass pole. The future is not a bright clean place nor very original either as it turns out. There are long held traditions and preferences that have survived political upheaval, famines, nuclear fall outs and crazed trends --- the stripper pole is one of them.- -The stage around Yo-Yo lights up with each of her steps when she does drop down off the pole in a dazzling array of neon colours while the occasional credit is flung toward her in an attempt to lure her to a patron leering nearby. Coming around the pole in a slow taunting spin she might drop down and grind on a guy or two seated near the stage but it will take more than a single credit to lure her off of it. Many of these clowns are broke though and after motorboating a couple of her fans she is back at the pole, rolling her full hips and shaking the generous curves of a body some feel has to be manufactured. It’s all natural though which is something Red is always eager to brag up…as if he made all this, made her.- (21:53:34 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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: ...word had come down from the Top Brass that something needed to be done about Peach Trees. The Hall of Justice had its hands full with the high profile cases already taking the spotlight in the city however the violence of the Mega Block couldn't be ignored and the Justices understood that it needed ot be contained. Hence when word came down I was one of the first to receive it being that my primary station was in Peach Trees. How long had I been there now? A Year? Maybe longer? Despite that there were still no meaningful arrests made. If I wanted information it seemed like the best place to go to look for it was the Raunch House though. In Peach Trees and every other seedy location it was the whores that heard the best gossip more often then not.... ...I walked in through the front doors. Removing a few packets of the sweet stuff from my jacket pocket and sliding it into the palm of the front man to pay the cover price. Everyone here knew me as Sweet Vic, a low level dealer of sugar and an associate of some of the more well known faces in the Mega Block. Finding a booth I sat, laid my hand out across the face of a table and as a waitress strolled by I'd get her attention by flashing another packet then saying...."Something good, something strong."....a boiler maker or some riot juice to start the night. While I waited I looked out across the floor of the Raunch House making it seem like I was eying up the meat on display but I also watched, inspected the Vancer thugs and thought to myself that they all looked a little more tense than usual then my eyes settled on the stage, the stripper pole.... (22:06:00 ) . Vancer Gang Property . .$. Y o – Y o .$. | $ Pay to Play: 5 Credits $ | Peach Trees | Mega-City 1 | Imagine Chat - [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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: -As the music blares in a lively riot of sound challenging all that is good, lawful and considered decent beyond these walls, Yo feels the *ping* of another credit flung at her as it bounces off her backside pouring out of a very small skirt matched with nothing more than black, leather straps and metal hoops criss crossing her petite, shapely frame. It leaves little to the imagination because subtlety is not what is wanted or demanded here. Turning to cast her gaze down at the credit now on the stage illuminated by a flashing, green neon light beneath her Yo quickly looks over to the man who just flung it. He’s young, poorly dressed, has a drink in hand he’s been nursing all night and as their gazes match Yo is aware he’s also high. Smirking she then drops down in a swift, fluid motion that sees her thighs spreading around the pole and her thick ass thrust outward. Picking up the credit between sculpted nails she makes her way to the young eager customer though as she comes closer she hears it…a small voice, weak at first, rambling and babbling through the music blasting all around them. A man’s voice in fact and still staring at the thug Yo realizes it’s his voice. Only his lips aren’t moving. How she knows the voice belongs to him is instinctual though, felt as a primal indicator that informs her of something he does not know, of what she doesn’t want to acknowledge---that she can hear thoughts. Read minds. She is hearing a stream of consciousness pouring into her own and it tells her the credit flung at her is counterfeit. One of many hundreds in fact being poured into the Peach Trees, and one of many that "this cheap whore is going to take back to Red, right after she gets down on her knees and" --- and it is here that his stream of thoughts are interrupted by a loud shrill female laugh as someone nearby calls out Vik’s name. The thug turning to watch the sugar dealer walk in likewise prompts Yo to glance across the club and tucking the credit away into a strap on her outfit afterward she soon steps down past him, ignoring his complaints as she abandons him and the pole for something sweet.- (22:17:54 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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: ...the shrill sound of laughter followed me as I sat down at the booth. It belonged to a prostitute people liked to call Marcy but who likened herself to the name of Marcy Mounds, an unimaginative name used to describe her enormous and fake breasts. Like so many other girls in the Raunch House she was Vancer Gang property and she'd been enhanced in ways that didn't rely on much imagination. Besides her enormous tits Marcy also had lip enhancements meant to make her mouth more ample, more capable of sucking that cock for the right price but like many of the enhancements done here in Peach Trees it was pretty cheap. The Waitress had returned with my drink and I would raise it up ot my mouth to take a sip just as the shrilled voice whore approached prompting me to reply..."Hey there Marcy. I've got what you need girl."....and as was customary I slid her a small packet of sugar with the promise of more later but she wasn't the real reason I was here. I was here for more. My eyes strayed back to the pole but I only got a glimpse, barely noticing that I didn't see anything thick and curvy dancing on it anymore. By then there were other whores coming closer, all wanting a taste of their favorite treat. It wasn't just the packets I handed out either in some of the cases. A few moments later and I all but wished someone would save me from all this shit, I thought it anyways even while I wore a smile for all the gaudy whores with fake nails and make up piled high to disguise their worn out features. It was then that my eyes started to stray back towards the pole, the stage and I noticed that something wicked was coming this way. Everyone who came to the Raunch House recognized Yo-Yo, everyone knew she was prime Vancer Gang property and whether at a distance or up close she was something to look at. A Sex Bot wandered close just then, making the usual offer and I would have looked at and grunted a bit...."No thanks. I'm not into heavy metal.".... (22:28:25 ) . Vancer Gang Property . .$. Y o – Y o .$. | $ Pay to Play: 5 Credits $ | Peach Trees | Mega-City 1 | Imagine Chat - [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 always with something sweet the flies came instantly and as the women buzzed all around you they slowly faded off after getting that taste, and also with seeing Yo-Yo approaching your table sometime later. Not only did she earn their deference for being Red’s favoured mutt, as he ‘fondly’ termed her, but because while being hard she was also fair, at times even kind and understanding. On occasion she could also be vicious but not without cause or reason. Sometimes the other girls get jealous and discouraged, prompting them to act out at her in spite but as they moved off to give her room Yo-Yo would sidle up close to your right side as you sat at the booth, trying not to dwell too obviously on what she had just potentially learned back there. Bending to lean herself against your right shoulder as she faced you, causing her splendid tits to fall forward in your view and nearly brush against your face, Yo would reach to plant a hand on your right thigh which began traveling upward to your groin.-“I know you saw me up there and yet you still came over here...are you mad at me Vik? Did I do something wrong? Or…did I not do something, is that problem? Tell me what I have to do, baby.”-Her voice possessing a teasing quality as she fraudulently pouted at your treatment of her.- (22:40:05 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 . Vancer Gang Property .: ...almost like magic all the other girls started to disperse when Yo-Yo wandered over towards me. Some of them may have stuck around after the initial taste hoping I would spend a few credits on them but all those hopes were dashed as Yo-Yo appeared and sidled up close to my right side. As she bent to lean herself against me I would naturally shift so that I could appreciate more, my right arm snaking down around her waist in the process while she set her hand across my thigh and let it travel upwards. Yo-Yo was the type of girl that didn't need to work at it. Whether it was the way she touched or how she brought her fabulous tits into the perfect view for me my body started to respond with arousal. Hell I just couldn't help it, she got me hard. With her tits so close to my face Yo-Yo would feel my exhaling over them, my breath was hot as it washed across her flesh easily while my left hand slid over the table, reaching across towards her so that I could touch her body, feel the curve of her titflesh beneath a hand that showed its appreciation for her....."You have to do it all, Yo-Yo."....I smirked a bit, playing the game with her while my hand roamed her curves and teased her breasts...."Sometimes I have to play hard to get and make you work for it you know."....Yo-Yo was easily the best looking thing in the Raunch House, everybody knew it and everybody wanted her attention but unlike the Thug armed with cheap credits and not style I came with the real deal, my credits never bounced and I always had a few despite being a low end sugar dealer. Maybe that's why I was popular. Of course I was here for information but that wasn't all I was interested in.... (22:54:54 ) . Vancer Gang Property . .$. Y o – Y o .$. | $ Pay to Play: 5 Credits $ | Peach Trees | Mega-City 1 | Imagine Chat - [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 . .: -You were not a hard customer to lure but there always that wall ensuring she knew her role even as you sweet talked and groped her just like now. Unlike other men on the prowl you weren’t cruel or sadistic, you were simply careful that while you were friendly and receptive it was always understood you wanted one thing and one thing only. Maybe some of the other washed up sluts thought you might spring them from their lot in life, show them some sort of meaningful kindness but Yo never mistook your motives or gained that impression from you. You came to get off and that was fine with her so long as you weren’t dealing in counterfeit credits. Scoffing playfully at your words Yo continued to pout and moving to straddle your right leg she stretched her scantily clad frame out before you to stand rather than perch herself on your leg. There was a dance, a way to conduct this sort of business where she had to be blatant but not pushy, never demanding. With her ass now resting at the edge of the table behind her Yo would take to hugging your thigh between her legs as she went on.-“Speaking of hard...why don’t we go somewhere quiet and let me take care of that for you.”-If she had to spend her nights whoring for Red it helped when it was with someone fit and looking like you do. If all the men in this place looked like you she’d happily spread for them no matter how many credits, real or counterfeit they had to spend.- (23:06:07 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 . Vancer Gang Property .: ....this was all a job but it came with perks. As a Black Ops Judge I had to pass rigorous tests which were designed to ensure I never turned but while immersing myself in the underworld it didn't hurt to go deeper into the role. While Yo-Yo moved to straddle my thigh, her ass perching back against the edge of the table my arm would slide easily from around her waist to the side of her hip where it traced the natural curve of her body slowly before reaching around to set across her ass and slowly begin to squeeze. Looking up at her, my head tilted backwards I'd have considered her offer before saying...."You want to take care of me?"....I chuckled a bit, immersed in the moment while my left amr extended and credits began to roll out of my palm like candy. One, two, three they hit the table with a small clatter as I discarded them. "Lead the way, Yo-Yo. Maybe I can take care of you while we're at it."....I could show my interest, I enjoyed showing my interest and I enjoyed showing it to the woman hugging my thigh between her legs too. It was easy to do. Ready to be lead away by Yo-Yo I then made the idle observation that...."There's to many eyes here anyways. You'd think Red is bringing down more muscle."....it came off as a bit of a joke, a smart assed comment between a man with credits to spend and the woman he was going to spend them on but deep in the back of my mind I was searching, probing for some response over the recent violence in Peach Trees. The Halls of Justice had more than one operative, they knew that Yo-Yo had been present for bloody battle with the Reapers not so long ago.... (23:29:03 ) . Vancer Gang Property . .$. Y o – Y o .$. | $ Pay to Play: 5 Credits $ | Peach Trees | Mega-City 1 | Imagine Chat - [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 . .: -When the credits were produced to do all the talking Yo-Yo would straighten while reaching with her right hand to slide the credits from off the table. Releasing your leg as she did this she’d lean forward to brush against you, using you for support as she slid out from the booth to lead you off to a back room. With a hand lowering to loop her fingers through your belt she’d make it clear that she was taken, and about to get to work, not only to keep other interested customers at bay but also to indicate to the guys working as muscle in the club that she was on the clock. They acted as the gate keepers to the backrooms after all and only those who were paying for a girl and for the privilege of privacy got back there. Brushing past the dancing bodies of customers and other whores alike Yo would hear your statement and glancing back at you she’d yell over the sound of the music.-“Everyone is on edge with what’s been reported around the city, baby…”-But right then she was cut off by a hand reaching out for her from the crowd which nearly yanked her off her feet if not for the grip she held on your belt. Looking up to the hand felt roughly closing around her left forearm a voice danced along her consciousness again, familiar…made angry with rejection. It was the thug from before who was now wrenching on Yo-Yo’s arm while telling you to get bent, he had this one first. Trying to laugh it off and tell the guy that she was already bought and paid for she’d find herself pinned between you and the angry customer- -Frantically, she’d glance around for some sign of the bouncers not because she wanted their help but because she feared what they were going to do with this guy if he kept it up. Any attempt to pay peace maker on her part were silenced immediately though as the guy wasn’t interested in her sweet talking and making nice, he came for one thing. He was going to get it. But hauling him close by a fistful of his shirt she managed to snag, Yo would lean to whisper a few curt words of warning in his ear about his counterfeit scam. With a startled look the dumb kid would eventually back away, releasing her arm in the process while giving you a lasting glare prompting Yo to turn to you while laughing afterward.-“I don’t think he likes you Vik…”-Which didn’t matter as soon after the whore was leading you past the gatekeepers into the dark privacy of the back rooms which were little more than a number of individual stalls really, filled with the sounds of fucking and other debased acts occurring here, while the music was subdued to a dull roar along with the conversations taking place behind them shook the walls. Lights overhead flickered at random while she continued leading you long to an empty stall, the door closing behind them on a rusty hinge as she waited to hear what you’d prefer tonight.-“You wouldn’t know anything about any counterfeiting schemes would you, Vik? I mean your credits always check out but you know some people talk to their dealers…”-Over share actually was the appropriate term and without waiting on a response Yo would start helping you with that belt.- (23:47:45 ) . . . Judge and Jury . . . · Viktor Stromm · Black Ops. : Halls of Justice MC1|IC [ Lower Levels : Peach Trees Block : 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 . Vancer Gang Property .: ...Yo-Yo didn't have to do much convincing to get me to follow her. When I was on my feet and she'd taken me by my belt she'd find me willing and ready to move close behind her. On the way I'd reach out to run my hands over the sweet curve of her backside making it clear that sugar wasn't the only thing being peddled here before the touch of my palm wandered to the leather straps she wore. Just like she'd taken my belt I hooked fingers through one of the leather straps of her outfit but it wasn't long after that I felt Yo-Yo being yanked away in another direction. What the hell was this? If I had to fight this Thug wouldn't be a problem, I'd make it look good so I would arouse to much suspicion before breaking one of his joints and sending him on his way to the Med Center but before the Bouncers could intervene or I had to step in Yo-Yo promptly handled her own business. I had no idea what she said to him but it worked. The loud music caused me to miss a lot of what was said up until I heard her calling back about him not liking me and I replied...."Feeling is mutual."...but I wondered, I was curious and why wouldn't I be...."What the hell did you say to him?"....I thought maybe she had threatened him by getting Red involved but then I thought better of the too. Curious. If I saw the Punk anywhere outside of Peach Trees I'd ensure he disappeared and had a long vacation in one of the Iso Cubes. Lead into the back by the Whore at my fore I went into the rusty hinged stall only just aware of all the debase acts occurring around me. There was a reason why people paid for Sex Mechs but I preferred the real thing. "Counterfeiting."....I smirked...."Who wants to get involved with that? It's a good way to wind up dead."....after all if the Judges didn't arrest you then the Gangs would eventually catch you...."You're not involved in something like that are you Yo-Yo?"....I showed her just enough concern and interest to make her think I might know more too but then, hooking my fingers into the leather straps dipping down into the V of her thighs I'd have tugged her closer and said...."Because there's only one thing I want to be involved in right now."....my belt would come lose easily, the thickness of my arousal already apparent just beyond the zipper of my pants while I tilt my head and dipped down to press my mouth against Yo-Yo's neck, kissing her their easily in a display of desire before my mouth painted a trail that lead it down to her pendulous titflesh and I ran my lips over it carefully. I wasn't Sweet Vic just because I peddled sugar, I also knew how to be sweet with a woman like I was doing now, taking my time with the whore I'd bought so she showed me her appreciation back. Lips ran across Yo's nipples and my tongue snaked out to slither against then, teasing around them while I said...."I've been dreaming about that sweet mouth of yours Yo-Yo. Show me how good it can be to me again.".... [taken to PM here] |
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