Pandora's Box (femmesto and LordMaul)

[Femmesto]

"I think this is the spot . . . I hope . ." Dynessa stood outside of a bar that had a vibe of a saloon with a mix of a burlesque theater, having a bedazzled marque that was a error, beige lights that decorated the sign, and in bold black letters, the sign read 'Pandora's Box', the front door being boarded up. "How do I get in . . ." Dynessa spoke to herself, looking around the environment she was in. The 23 year old knew that being on the outskirts of town, alongside the red light district, was a narrow and dark alley that seemed to be alive but dead at the same time. Currently, the lights were lit, casting a bright white light. The ground was black brick with silver lining within the bricks, as if she was in a storybook. I know you are thinking why she is here . . well . .

"Yo! Did you hear about this weird spot in Glensvale!? Rumor has it, monsters live down there and once you go down there, you don't come out alive! Monsters take you and eat you!" Chester commented on the college campus, Dyenssa being surrounded by her new schoolmates. Dynessa was the lead captain of a dance team and she didn't know that the group of girls, who were jealous of her looks and thickness, were trying to get rid of her. Chester was in on it along with Prim and Annabelle, who was the evil twins of the group. "Glensvale isn't real, Chester! Get a damn grip!" Dynessa didn't say anything, the shy girl looking down at her own feet at the idea of volunteering herself to prove that it was real. Dynessa believed in monster's, stories, and fantasy lore. "Well I think it's real. Think about it . . people who go down there, they never come back. Who knows what goes on down there!" Dynessa commented, giving her shoulders a shrug. "It may not be that much of a joke." Prim and Annabelle looked at each other, giving off a grin before looking back at Dynessa. "Well, you always like the spooky stuff. You go down there and report the findings. Who knows? Maybe you could make headlines saying 'Black girl discovers new world filled with monsters'" Prim spoke, Annabelle giggling. "Yeah, prove to us that Glenvale is real!" Prim even grabbed the paper Chester had, pushing it into the grasp of Dynessa's arms. "In that article, they say it's this theater called "Pandora's Box", and once you go in, you never go out. Prove us wrong."

"Oh yeah, that's how I got here." Dynessa recalled, her voice being a soft whisper of sultry siren with a touch of a Minnie mouse pitch. "Okay . . " Dynessa eyed the paper, then looking back at the boarded door. "Huh . ." Dynessa walked closer to the building, seeing a poster read 'Sultry Dancer's wanted! Inquire within!" It seemed fresh, and Dyenssa wondered if it was there before. "Mhmm . . " Something told her to walk away but she wanted to prove to the girl's that the lore was true . . and maybe a little curious herself. Wth one tug of the paper, the doors that were boarded, swung open, causing Dynessa to step back in shock. "Ah!" She screamed, seeing a dark hallway. "Whoa . . " Dynessa commented, hearing a soft thud of music. The closer she stepped, the music got louder. "It doesn't seem that bad . ." Dynessa felt as if she should run, just take the humiliation . . but she didn't want to be hazed or bullied . . plus she wanted to prove those girl's wrong for once, even though they didn't like her. She wanted to shove it in their face that she was right. "Come on Dynessa, suck it up." Dyenssa then went down the steps, hearing the door slam behind her. A she went down the steps, the music pulsed more and smoke filled the air, as if creating a heated illusion.

"Whoa . . ." Dynessa noted, seeing a velvet wall decorated with ornate, fun house mirrors. What was this place? Dyenssa looked ahead of her, seeing a booth presented in front of her. It seemed to be a check-in line. "Huh?" Dynessa questioned, peeking into the window. "Hello!?" She called out, hearing no response. Was she crazy? Before she could turn around to walk away, a woman whistled to her, causing Dynessa to turn around.

"Well, aren't you a doll . . the boss is going to find you adorable. Are you one of the girl's for the audition?" The woman asked, wearing a pair of black shades that were hiding her green snake eyes. "Audition?" Dynessa asked, seeing the booth woman point to the flyer. "That flyer, honey. Are you in response to that flyer? That's how you were able to get in. The door found you worthy." Dyenssa felt as if she was in a fairytale, but shook her head. Maybe it was the smoke in the air. "I, I guess so . . " Dynessa noted, the woman in the booth smirked. "Teira is the name. I help keep this join under control on behalf of our boss. Ruthless brute. Anyway, good luck. You have some competition and the attire is a little . . not sexy but I think you will be fine." The woman then took her flyer, looking at it for a few moments before grabbing a black stamp with a star, and marked the top part. "Your audition name is 'Star'. Proceed to the waiting room." Dynessa blinked at Teira, seeing a door on the other side of Teira open. Well, here she go . .

When she stepped inside, the brightness of the room shocked her as she was in line, standing behind a group of girls. "Oh . ." It was possibly 5 of them, the girls being various heights, skin tones, but they were very skinny. Plus, their attire was rather . . barren. Some in corsets and things while other girl's were in a simple lingerie set. And Dynessa was in a sports bra top, boyshorts that hugged her thighs and legs, and sneakers. "Oh . . " Dynessa looked around the room that was white walls and black title floors, the walls having a harlequin pattern. Of course, behind the white wall with the red door, across from her, she heard the music get louder. It was a hypnotic sound: scary and eerie but haunting. As if you couldn't help but sway your body to it. Dyenssa went to look down to her hands, seeing the flyer not only gone but the star symbol was imprinted on her hand. "Whoa . . what is this place?" she asked herself but the question was loud enough that it could be heard. It felt like a audition . . but why did she feel that she bit off more then she can chew?

 

[LordMaul]

Pandora’s Box was not for the faint of heart, nor was it for everyone. Kept shielded away from mortals, save for those unlucky, foolish, or perhaps even a little too curious often end up within the bustling club. A club so ancient that many speculated Lucifer himself founded it. Some said the devil himself was bored, and wanted a plays for all of his little demons and devils to play. Creatures of all wickedness would dwell within this place, for there was drugs, drinking, and more sex that made the place so appealing. Humans were rare compared to the demons that roamed about the club, that danced. But every once in a millennia, perhaps a few centuries the club is graced by the presence of pure talent.

Such as it was for the Incubus nicknamed Mr. Bones. He had owned the Pandora’s Box for quite sometime, and looked after the club as if it was his own child. Of course he had to give credit to Teira to bring his right hand. Even if the two sometimes butted heads for Bones more indulgent qualities. He often snorted the best coke, smoked the finest weed, and tasted the most decadent of liquor. Such vices were often part of this whole operation, and besides that he had no room for sleep in his never ending schedule of making sure his patrons were pleased. All manners of foul creature had a need, and such needs were met by drugs, drink, dancers, or by some other offers not made so open to the club’s patrons.

Mr. Bones was standing in front of what appeared to be the club’s newest audition. A blunt burned within his fingers as the music only continued to pulse. The music made the room felt like it was shaking, and the one known as ‘Star’ would notice the room almost shift. The music caused as if the room was vibrating, as if the music was seeping deeper inside of her mind. He simply watched as he put out his blunt, his dark eyes sizing her up. The one known as Dyenssa that stood unsure of what this place was she asked out loud. Mr. Bones finally sought to answer her question.

“A place of pleasure and pain, love. A place where desires are explored, for the right price. That’s if you got what it takes.” He said in a dark British accent as he looked behind him to the red door where the music was coming from. He gave her a smirk, and with a clawed finger would gesture inside. The harlequin pattern persisted into the next room, though this time the trim seemed dimmer. The music more hypnotic as the boss led her into the room, he felt like a dark shadow looming over her.

What stood in the middle of the room was a set of chairs, and a few feet from that was a pole where the music seemed most strongest. “Of course, it all depends if you have what it takes… I only take the best, and I have to break you in order to make you…” He said letting an eerie whisper into her ear before he pulled back. He moved back a little to sit in one of the chairs. He gestured for her to go to the pole, to dance with the music to show what she had to offer him.

 

[Femmesto]

Dynessa saw the room shift, seeing a glow emitting from the back of her hand where the star stamp was glowing a red hue. "Whoa . ." Dynessa looked at the other girls who were waiting, seeing various stamped shapes on their hands but their stamps were the same, inky color. Was she first pick!? You never wanted to go first pick in a audition! Dynessa felt the nerves began to dance through her system, as if she was auditioning for a cheer squad. Then again, was she the last pick!? Based on Teria's words, it may seem that she was the final one to be auditioned. So she was the last to go! "Shit . . " Dynessa spoke to herself, trying to figure out what to even think about doing until Mr. Bones voice rang through the air. Her eyes fell upon the red door, seeing the curling finger of Mr. Bones himself inviting her to the pule of the music. As if she was hypnotized, the curvy and thick girl walked towards it, not even realizing the room shifted to that of a private room that held a pole, a stage, and chairs . . what the fuck did she get herself into?!

Before she could respond, she heard Mr. Bones voice cut through the air, answering her question. As she stood in the room, she felt the tall figure hover over her, continuing the reason and intention of her audition. So, this place was literal hell manifesting in the real world . . or a place where people can go and lose their inhibitions. Maybe this is why people don't leave. Of course, Teria knew the real reason but didn't want to reveal that yet. Dynessa thought about his words, wondering if she did have what it took to even beat out the other girl. Where she felt she was at a unique disadvantage was the pole . . despite having the core muscles for it. And Dynessa was sure that the other girl's did better then her . . this was a problem she had. Insecure with her own self and shy. She was a gifted and talented dancer, but she felt she couldn't do this. But Teria's words did resonate with her. The door found her worthy . . so it seemed most people didn't even get that poster . . but how did those other girls get in? Still, Dynessa was clinging onto that little rope of hope.

"I believe I have what it takes." Dynessa curled her fists, knowing she had to fake it the best she could. Oddly enough, as she got onto the stage, she didn't know if the music was working through her body, but she heard the hollow thumps of the bass, Dynessa swaying her hips a little as she walked around the pole. As she walked slowly, she did take a glimpse at Mr. Bones, seeing him sit in the chair and eyeballing her. Break her? How was he going to break her? Dynessa shook her head, trying to get back into the space of having to impress this Mr. Bones. Dynessa recalled practicing with one of her old friends Serena, who was very good at it. As Dynessa thought back, she recalled a memory of the question she asked Serena . .

"Serena! You are a stunning pole dancer! How do you do it!? Like, I can move and shake it . . but I can't grip like you can! But you make it look so effortless!" Serena laughed at Dynessa, the girl shaking her head. "Treat the pole as if you are creating wind. Your body is a current, creating motion. You are creating a story with your body. What do you want to convey?" Serena asked Dynessa, who thought about it for a moment. "Could I incorporate more dancing and use the pole as leverage? Like a warm up?" Serena raised her brow at that, trying to understand dancer jargon but gave a nod. "Confidence is key. Don't let the pole own you, and you will conquer it . . if you have to dance into it, or just jump into it, you control the story. The of the story you envision, the more of you that you gave, makes people drawn in . ."

"Well, let's get it. For Serena." Dyenssa felt sure of herself as she did a few stretches, feeling the vibe of the music. It was slow, hypnotic, and sensual . . not fast at all . .Dynessa closed her eyes, letting the music play. Dynessa moved her hips side to side, swaying her body to the lower treble of the beat as she dragged her hands along her body, trying to channel the energy she wanted to create. Dynessa felt the wave or energy of the song, causing her eyes to open and face Mr. Bones. Dynessa's eyes were a dark brown but they seem to resonate a warmth, as if something was lit inside of her. Dynessa went towards the pole, gripping it with the back of her hand as she did a very slow and sensual turn, letting her body and curves create the momentum she wanted. With every pulse of the beat it played, she danced around the pole, even using the pole to turn around so her ass was facing Mr. Bones, swaying down to her knees. Dynessa was feeling herself enough that she grabbed onto that pole with a twirl, using that momentum to spin herself around. Tightening her core, she managed to do a few moves such as the butterfly, a ballerina spin, and using her arms as a holding point, swung her legs upward, using her ankles to turn it into a ankle hang, every rotation turning into a slow and sensual carousel due to her tightening her core to control her speed. With every move she gave, her cleavage squeezed through her bra, a cheek slipping out of her shorts every now and again, and her ample hips were on display. Also with some of her movements, she managed to flip her hair, giving it that sexy tousled look. If anything, she gave sexy dancer siren who treats the pole as a flirty, teasing tool.

When she dismounted, she swirled downward, flipping into a butterfly to slide down and land in that position. Then, with added flair, she did a one arm cartwheel, showing off her parallel splits and landing onto her feet, ending her movement with a hip pop. Her hair was tousled and grazed around her face, a soft smile on her face as if she felt proud of herself. "I think that was good, hmm?" Dynessa asked, her voice soft spoke and having a glimmer of shy. It was as if when she was on stage, she was a different woman but face to face, she was a shy little thing.

 

[LordMaul]

Mr. Bones would eye Dynessa up and down as he explained what this place was, what it actually was and what was desired by his customers. Of course, he might have appeared friendly but that was just a courtesy towards all of his auditions. The real Incubus would reveal himself soon enough. He gestured for her to enter the room beyond the red door. Where the room shifted and twisted to be more appropriate for her dance, a stage, lights for the darkness that surrounded it, a pole for her to dance upon. Chairs to which Mr. Bones would observe to see if she had any skill at all. Of course, she looked good enough for the Incubus to eat her up, for now he was focused on business rather than pleasure.

Upon hearing Dynessa slow burning confidence, he pushed his sunglasses up and flashed her a toothy grin. “Splendid! Do please show me what you can do, love. I’ll be watching you closely, impress me and you might go far here.” He would say, his clawed fingers gently touched her shoulders. He would bring a chill up her spine, he was like a dark shadow that loomed over her, yet something about this strange character seemed so inviting. Of course Dynessa would learn that the more she spent time with her new boss. He would let go of her, and walked towards one of the black, leather chairs that was parked right in front of the stage, and the pole. “C’mon let’s see what your made of.” He said as he lit a cigar, taking a puff as he watched her with gleaming curiosity.

His eyes narrowed on her, watching as she slowly made her way up the stage. He could sense her nervousness, a confidence in her that was there. It was smoldering like an ember waiting to blaze to life. He had a feeling she could be more, especially had the potential to make himself lots of money. Course he had lots of ideas. For now he flashed her an interested grin as he sat back, he was eager to see what moves she possessed. The music would start slow, building so that she would begin her show proper. He sat back, tapping his foot waiting for her to move to the music. Looking into her eyes did he see that confidence start to burn brightly.

She would start with a slow and sensual start towards the pole, her eyes still were on him. It was like she shifted quickly as soon as the music started, and she moved towards the pole. The beat would continue to pulse, setting a rhythm for her movements. Mr.Bones let his fangs bare when he saw her ass, as she swayed down to her knees and her ass stuck out more to him. From that point on as the music increased, the lights would occasionally flicker and dim brightening on her figure before going dark again. She was almost hypnotic, as the incubus stopped puffing his cigar and his mouth was slightly open as he watched her movements. Where there was uncertainty, now there was a fire that raged into an inferno, her glances meeting his own wanting gaze.

The music intensified as her movements. The incubus was biting his lip when he saw her hips on display, her breasts heaving in and out, that the sight was tempting him. Hell, she made him feel something. A desire he never felt before. He could feel a fire in his loins that she stirred up. The way she manipulated the pole, move her hips to dance around it. She possessed an aura that made him want to pounce on her, the way her hair moved in a sexy and tousled way, her eyes still meeting his. His mouth was slightly agape as she had a hold on him that was divine. “Fucking brilliant!” He would shout as she started to end her dance.

His curious grin was now a triumphant smirk. His clawed fingers would start to clap, giving her a round of applause as she asked if it was good. He pulled his sunglasses down, flashing golden eyes that she could get lost in. “Oh, you did better than good! That was absolutely spectacular. Absolutely amazing, love!” He said standing up to get much closer to her, it was as if he gravitated towards her. Unlike her dance, her voice was still soft, shy, cute. Unlike the wild energy she had on stage, and while he could think of the money he wanted to possess her. “Congratulations! Of course, there will be more to your position than just dancing. I expect a lot more than just make good money just by being on the pole alone.” He said his tone sounded more husky, as if her dance had an effect on him. He explained more clearly how her future work would involve more. “They do say that my customers can be very demanding.” He explained to her, as if impressed. He wanted to see if she can be put to her full potential, she would feel his eyes study her intensely.

 

[Femmesto]

Dynessa felt the eyes of the incubus glaze on her body when she did her dance, feeling Mr. Bones eyes burn and analyze her. Of course, she had her eyes closed for most of her dance but the moment she opened them, his demon eyes burned into her dark brown eyes. Dynessa let out a small smile when Mr. Bones did compliment her dancer. Eve more so seeing how his reaction was rather enthusiastic. But when his eyes landed into hers, she could feel the intention of lust behind them. Dynessa's cheeks flushed red, softly stepping back to where her back pressed against the pole. It was as if she was facing fear itself. But it was a tingle of anticipation that did startle her a little. What did surprise her, her brown eyes widening, was what Mr Bones lead on with, what her job would entail . .pleasing men. So, it was a strip club or rather a 'gentleman's club' but she wasn't that shaken by it .. oddly enough. Was it due to the smoke in the air or was it due to the influence of Mr. Bones . . she didn't know.

"W-wait! Demanding in what way?! Like wanting more than a dance?!" Dynessa sounded shocked, biting her lower lip as Mr. Bones sized her up, her sweaty, busty cleavage on full display for his eyes. Dynessa didn't know that the incubus in front of her had other plans in mind for her, wanting to corrupt her and break her. "You did say about breaking in . . what is the concept of breaking in . .for you?" Dynessa softly asked, the wild dancing diva that was on stage simply gone, as if she was two separate people but it was clear that she had it in her. The shy dancer felt very insecure with her dancing and body since most dancers were tall and skinny. She was short and curvy. However, she didn't know it was a strength at the same time. That's what years of mental warfare and high demands of dancing can do for you.

Dynessa then thought about the reactions she managed to see when she was dancing for Mr. Bones, seeing his eyes burn with a sense of desire for her, wanting her. Or as if surprised that she was able to be that much of a stage siren. Dynessa felt the intense heat and energy from Mr. Bones, seeing how excited he was just by his stance and his reaction. "What are you planning on doing to me?" Dynessa asked softly, her shyness making a moment. It was obvious that she could be comfortable but she had never been desired before. "I am sorry if I sound so. . inexperienced but I haven't had a guy desire me . .or that I have noticed. But then again, a lot of dancers are gay, so I can't judge them for that." The young girl softly sighed. Did she want to mention she was a virgin? No, that would be too humiliating to say . .

 

[LordMaul]

Mr. Bones still carried that unnerving aura about him, as his form loomed over her like a dark shadow being cast. He seemed just as curious by her, as he was by her dancing skills. His demon eyes scanned through her brown orbs. It was as if he tried to read her thoughts, her wants and desires all there for him to see. Yet he felt there was more to this girl, this dark skinned girl that had captivated his attention from the view of the stage. She was fire blazing into an inferno the way she spun around in the pole, or how she had the audience wanting for more. She looked more desirable than she might have been initially thought to be. However, to Mr. Bones she would be his best and brightest star he had to offer in his club, he would make more money than he thought, and of course indulge himself with his star. After all a star would be nothing without a manager at her back.

The tension filled the room, he slowly backed her into her pole. His eyes were unsettling and filled with malicious intent, but also carried an odd hypnotic sight. One that would call out to her. He heard the mousy voice of her’s. She asked what the job would entail, what did he mean? Mr. Bones pushed his sunglasses back up, hiding his golden gaze once more. The arrogant toothy smirk persisted, as he stared her up and down. Her sweaty cleavage looked so inviting to him, he could bury his face right into her busty chest. “You see, my dear girl. In this club not only do I look after and see that there are dances to be had. I also cater towards more demanding needs..” he said his hand moving to press along her waist, moving a little up and down. His hand landing onto her chest, giving one of her breasts a gentle squeeze. “You could call them side activities. Sometimes my girls tend to give everything they have. The moves, the looks, the body to please all my customers. Course, when I say breaking in. Well my customers do tend to get very handsy. They might grope you, or ask for lots more. The question is, would you do whatever it took to please them?” He had finally asked her the big question. The sleazy manager revealing his side operations by letting his customers do whatever they want to the girls, grope them and especially fuck them.

Dynessa seemed to be more nervous, more shy than she had been when she was on stage, her eyes always on him as she showed off her moves. Now she seemed to revert back to that reserved girl. That same shy girl that seemed to tremble as she asked what he would do. He removed his hand from her breast, and started to open up his red shirt, revealing a dark blue chest that showed a chiseled muscles, as he started to remove his clothing slowly. She would feel like the room was getting hotter, or maybe it was the aura that Mr. Bones gave off as he removed his clothing. “It’s quite simple, love. You see in order to make sure you’re the best. We have to do an endurance test…” He paused as he gave a dark chuckle. His pants falling to the ground, his eyes looking her up and down like a piece of meat he wanted to devour. She would voice her own inexperience. His hands moved to touch her sensually along her shoulders. “No worries, love. Just relax and everything will feel natural. After all it’s just you and me.” He said his voice taking a soft approach to reassure her, as he touched her gently.

 

[Femmesto]

Dynessa didn't move as Mr. Bones imposed himself onto her, the room adding a layer of tension to the shy human. Even the hungry, lust, and desire in Mr. Bones eyes did freeze her bones, wondering what was going through his head. Did he see her as food? Did he see her as a pawn in the big scheme of things? Well, she was on point where the other option as Mr. Bones explained, in a nut shell, what he had planned or confirmed her thoughts on what his intentions were . . oddly enough, a blush danced on her cheeks, a rosy purple dancing on her cheeks. her body being used to please monsters? On top of pleasing Mr. Bones? She couldn't possibly do that! Plus, was her body that desirable for a man like Mr. Bones to even consider her?

"Within reason, of course. I would do whatever I can to please them if it makes them happy." Dynessa answered the question, feeling the tension thicken in the air. She knew based off that answer, it would shift ther dynamic even more since it as clear Mr. Bones had a particular fancy to her. Whenever that was a good thing or not she didn't know but what happened next did cause the blush on her cheeks to deepen more. Not only did his hand begin to stroke her sides, causing a soft tingle to dance long her skin but he used his free hand to grop her plump breast, letting out a soft gasp. Dynessa was stunned by the action of her new boss but it was clear that he was trying to make her comfortable in his own way. "M-mr Bones . .I don't know if that's a good idea . ." Dynessa tried to whisper out but her voice left when Mr. Bones began to undress. Her mouth hung softly open, eyes widening at the sight of the men's blue chet. Strangely, her hands went to his cheek, touching the toned and defined muscle he had. Dynessa was dealing with a incubus, not human, and it seemed the energy he gave off suckered her in.

"Wow. . " Dynessa trailed her hands along his pecs and abs, interestingly landing just above his hips. "Oh!" She gasped, quickly retrating her hand back. Why did she do that!? "I don't know what came over me, I apologize!" Dynessa gasped, covering her face with her hands in surprise. Dynessa felt as if she could melt to the floor and turn into goo but the sound of pants falling did perk her interest, not surprised if the man was literally stark naked.

"Oh, okay, you are naked now, huh? Well, this is interesting." Dynessa kept her eyes covered, not sure to open them or let her innocence be spared for the little moment she had. Sure, she had seen dicks before the incubus was a dominate presence and force, making her body shiver in want. The comment about the endurance test, that meant he was going t fuck her!? She maybe was jumping to conclusions but that's what she got and this man was naked. And she couldn't turn around and escape. Though, when the incubus began to touch her shoulder and body, her body relaxed, Dynessa dropping the hands that covered her eyes to look directly into his eyes, not looking down. "I-I am very inexperienced and a virgin. I do not think you want to take this chance with me. You will be very disappointed." Dynessa quickly spat out, her shyness and insecurities coming out. This man was clearly someone who was skilled and she was not. Then again, in favor of Mr. Bones, it would be a perfect time to 'train' her body to the new life she would be living.