Say Goodnight ((Retro and I))

[Dampylle]

The night was already abuzz outside the newest and hottest club in town. In a short time it had skyrocketed from the 'new spot' to the creme de la creme of the night life scene. Already there were lines winding around the front and sides of the building reaching out towards the parking lot and street. This in of itself would not be shocking for any club in of itself. But when one took into account the sheer size of the club known as 'The Nite Bite' it became quite a bit more impressive. The building was several times what you would expect of your typical club and that was one reason that people had flocked to see if it could live up to the idea let alone succeed.

The exterior was flashy and lavish with just a hint of the modern gothic motif that seemed so fitting giving the name. It stood easily three stories tall and the thrum of music could be heard coming from inside. The line at the front of course wrapped towards the largest parking lot and lead to the main dance floor where the typical throbbing dance beats could be heard. But then looping around the fare side of the building and descending to a sub entrance was another set of doors leading a a darker set of floors and booths where the melodic thrumming of more gothic music could be heard. Yet a third line wound around the back and up a set of lavish stairs to a second story landing where an open air cafe had tables and two large doors lead into a posh retro club currently pumping out dance music from the 80s. It was obvious to any who spent time even outside that the Nite Bite catered to many tastes.

But that was only the beginning. Once inside any of the three 'main clubs' you realized that aside from the large primary floors there were side rooms all with their own sound proofing to isolate the mood. The main floor had a set of double doors leading to a hall and another set of double doors which opened to strobing lights of a trance club on one side. Then smaller doors on the other side that lead to a trendy sports bar with lavish Italian coffee machines. To complete the bar there was of course a digital jukebox and numerous big screen tvs. The second floors raging 80s dance party had a large hall that then split in two directions. To the right was an actual pool hall and arcade with a stage for comics to perform on. To the left were doors that lead to a literal blast from the past, an actual swing club complete with band stand. Downstairs in the sub-level beyond the deep melodic thrum of the hard rock and symphonic rock, lay a calm and smokey hookah bar to one side and an actual coffee shop to the other where jazz could be heard and a small stage for poetry sat.

Most shocking of all perhaps was that each of the side clubs also had rear doors leading to lobbies and elevators or stairs that could link to the other floors. What made Nite Bite such a shock and surprise is that it seemed to have something for everyone and none of it seemingly tacked on. The lavish quality was constant through each room and even in the halls and elevators. The building was a giant compared to other clubs and none of that space had gone to waste.

What was perhaps most shocking was the enigmatic figure known only as Janus who it seemed was behind this lavish example of entertainment excess. Those who glimpsed the man would hardly guess he was the charismatic force behind Nite Bite. He stood at over six feet and every inch of it was powerfully corded muscle. Janus would not have been out of place on a calender of muscle men that women ogled but he looked every bit as appealing wrapped in the expensive Italian suits he wore about the club. His long blonde hair was neatly pulled into a tail and blue tinted shades hid the actual color of his eyes from the casual observer though the simple fact was they were a shocking ice blue that seemed to both pierce and swallow those who gazed to long into those pools. All in all one could say that Janus was the perfect specimen of Alpha Male as if he had simply walked out of the collective fantasies of modern women and existed simply to make them swoon. He stood in the private booth overlooking the main dance floor with a wolfish smile as he debated bringing several of the more voluptuous vixens from the dance floor up to entertain him for the night.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Nervousness twisted her insides as she stepped up to the club, heels clacking loudly against the sidewalk as she moved. Her body wobbled on the thin stilettos; she thought would make her look sexier, thus gaining her access into that particular place. Instead she looked rather like a penguin caught on land and she came off as completely awkward. She placed her hands slightly away from her sides trying to gain balance but that offered little to no help for her. Cynthia ended up careening into a wall before she even made it to the line of people standing and waiting to get in. Damn it! Why couldn’t she have simply worn her flat boots instead? She was able to move more freely in them and would have probably come off more alluring then she did in that moment.

Pink crept along the borders of her cheeks as she pushed herself form the wall and straightened out the skirt that hung to her body like a second skin. It was not her normal choice of attire, clearly. The young woman was much more used to a pair of beaten up jeans and a t-shirt. She concerned herself more with her school work than her fashion, which probably accounted for the fact that she hadn’t had a date in months. That evening she had put on some clothes she had been given for her birthday and Christmas. Apparently her mother knew that somewhere along the line she was going to need to dress akin to a hooker.

Carefully she pulled herself from the side of the wall and continued on, running a hand through her rowdy red curls. Heel toe, heel toe, heel toe… she walked in a melodic sort of fashion towards her destination. Over and over again she had to remind herself exactly how to walk. Going at it like she done before was disastrous and she absolutely had to get into that club.

A big story was just waiting to unfold in there; she just knew it!

It was shocking when she was automatically allowed inside of the place, bypassing many other annoyed patrons. Perhaps she looked better than what she thought? A smile crossed her full lips, painted a shimmery peach in gloss. Well that was easier than expected.

What she wasn’t expecting was to be accosted by so many different things at once. In that lobby way she could hear the mixing of the different music from the separate parts of the club pounding in her brain. She fully disliked it and wondered how anyone could enjoy a place like this. Cynthia had never really been much for people however. She ducked into a random part of the club. Even searching all night she may not be able to find the person who owned and operated The Nite Bite. It was so expansive! She would just have to take it in sections every weekend, she figured.

 

[Dampylle]

Janus stood high above the main floor and nary a sound from below could be heard in the office. The double pained lead glass and sound proof walls ensured that what happened in this office stayed here and he was not bothered by the outside events. The rooms had each been treated similarly of course with the sound proof walls but they all also had doors and hallways so some bleed through was to be expected. He had no idea that a new arrival was attempting to seek him out though as he looked down on the writhing masses admiring the oh so very ample bosoms of many of the patrons as they flaunted their lush figures and beauty for all to see. The simple truth was that some of the stories about the dark and mysterious owner of The Nite Bite were not so far from the truth. Jokes were made about him being a creature of the night because no one saw him outside the club or his home before nightfall... the irony is that these jests were actually quite accurate.

Janus was at this point in his long life several centuries old even though he looked to be in his 20s and a prime specimen of a muscular, towering, dashing alpha male. Though some would argue that physical presence was because of what he had become... they would be in error. In his day Janus was considered a giant among men and a fierce warrior. It was his skill, tenacity, and to some degree his voracious appetites that attracted the attention of the vampiress that would make him what he now was. She had found herself quite taken and unwilling to give him up and thus he became what he is. Though in the end she met her end during certain hunts and crusades... her appetites had been akin to his but she had lacked the skill at deception, combat, and stealth that marked Janus after the gladiatorial pits and later the fields of valor.

But that all seemed so long ago. He had little need to fight anymore and in his eternal undeath his body was always this perfect specimen that made the women who came to these clubs swoon and then fawn over him all to eager to sample the mammoth endowment he was rumored to have. That to was not so much a rumor as what the many women bedded her in the club whispered of while licking their lips hoping for another chance to sample it. He did not mind in the least though as the stories of his endowment, prowess, and stamina only made it that much easier to lure busty nubile women up here so he could enjoy their charms.

Such where his thoughts as he decided to decent and find someone to entertain him and slake his own rather ample and insatiable appetites for a time. He slipped from his office still clad in that stylish Italian suit that did nothing to conceal his rippling and titanic muscular physique, or to conceal that sizable bulge that was so thinly veiled by those expensive slacks. In fact as soon as he hit the halls and floors it seemed that the vast majority of female attention was on this charismatic and enigmatic figure. He of course flashed those with the most lush figures rather dashing and charming smiles that made them swoon. He smirked to himself enjoying the fact that he seldom needed to resort to more vampiric tactics to bed women... no they were all to content to give into their desires regarding his physical form and endowment without need for other tricks. Though he had been considering as of late perhaps using those charms should he ever find someone worth keeping around rather than the simple bimbo playthings he ravished night after night. But even then he knew he enjoyed a challenge and so would start without such vampiric advantage... after all seduction was so much fun and perhaps if the need arose to corrupt one even further or they proved especially resistant then such talents and advantages could be of more use in helping such a quarry embrace new cravings and pleasures.

Such thoughts were of course then put on the back burner as his eyes began to browse the busty, luscious, and long legged women gathered in his club. He could of course ravish several without any issues given his own appetites and stamina but that usually was the sort of thing that took some time to work into a woman's lusts and desires in most cases. So tonight since he wanted to start from scratch rather than bed some woman he had already awoken such rabid lust and desire in... he had to decide on just one. Then he noticed one ravishing beauty who seemed to be working so hard to get her body noticed even though to the trained eye it was clear she lacked the grace in the high heals that left her legs and ass looking oh so lovely that would be exepcted of one who wore them often. He smirked deciding since she went to so much trouble to ensure her ample curves were noticed it was only fair hat he noticed them... and her seeming new to that idea meant he also was hoping to enjoy drawing out her every lust and driving her wild. He would worry about weather to use simple seduction, mesmerism, or raw vampiric allure once he had her alone in his sound proofed office or in the penthouse suite above the upstairs clubs. So he strolled over to her the crowd almost seeming to part before him on instinct until he stood before her like some sort of muscular alpha male fantasy brought to life and his eyes fell on her teasingly exposed curves and endowments, which of course caused his own mammoth endowment to swell and strain just a bit. Then he spook in a voice so deep, so charming, so smooth and tempting.. that it seemed almost designed to draw women in or to make them swoon, "Well good evening there, what brings such a tempting form to this crazy club tonight?"

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Her brow quirked. Was this mammoth of a man hitting on her? Her doe-like eyes widened a moment as she thought over this as a possibility. True she was rarely flirted with and the gazes of men rarely followed her but, then again, she had always kept her figure hidden for the most part. While she likely wasn’t as voluptuous as some of the women there, she did have a stunning hourglass shape that she kept firm through several hours of running a week. It wasn’t that she wanted to attract attention to her body; running was just a good way to cleanse the soul. At least she had felt as if it were.

Beneath his gaze she shifted. Pink spread across her face and she forced herself to think on the assignment she had given herself rather than the hulk of a man who was trying to sleep with her.

“Well, you see, I am actually looking for someone else here.” She told him, her voice squeaking against the constant thud of the bass. She winced at her own sound. “Maybe you could help me though. I wanted to speak with the owner of this place?”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus smirked a bit at her request as it made it all to clear she had no idea just who he was and he could use that to his advantage if he was careful about it. He of course also noted the spreading flush of pink to her face though it was clear she was not really fully enticed just yet. But he could work on that given time. He took a small step just a bit closer, his eyes still wandering her lush hourglass figure and with that gaze his own impressive bulge continued to slowly swell and throb even though it so far seemed unnoticed, and he leaned closer so that he could speak softly in that same deep, smooth, and oh so enticing voice, "Why would you be looking for him? I mean if even half the stories about his appetites are true I can only imagine he would be trying for one thing."

He let the implication of what that likely meant given the rumors even as his breath danced across her ear and neck and he slowly began to stand fully again. He wanted to see if she leaned in or moved closer enjoying that teasing breath or if it would take a bit more to relax and entice her. It was always best to gauge just how much lust and desire they suppressed so he would know if he needed to build up and stoke fires or if he simply had to get them to cut loose. Though her attire suggested she might know the rumors all to well how new she seemed to be to that attire made him think it was not just rabid lust for a rumored stud who could ravish her for the entirety of the night. This of course made him wonder exactly why she was seeking him out in the first place.

He watched her to gauge her reaction even as he spoke once more in that deep alluring tone, "Shall I show you to the upper rooms then? After all the Owner is not exactly known for being down here... can't very well seduce women like those stories say he does and then all the rest outside of those private rooms."

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Her mouth went slightly agape. What was he alluding to? The thought was making her cheeks throb brightly. Cynthia, it would seem, was not aware of her own good looks and did not see why anyone would want to flirt with her. She could only venture a guess at what he was after; this was how it went in the movies, didn’t it? Though she could have been taking that context wrong. Perhaps all he wanted was to help her out with her project.

“I suppose I can go with you to the upper levels. If you say he isn’t down here then what choice do I have?”

Slowly she stood, making sure that she did not wobble excessively. What she didn’t need was to careen into the nice fellow who had decided to help her or give him any ideas. If he was trying to get up her skirt, which she doubted, then she would of course rebuke anything of the sort. This was for business only.

“If you could please lead the way through the crowd.”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus smirked at her response but made sure he had turned to lead the way before doing so just to ensure she did not see it. Could she actually be that naive. Did she really not know the rumors about him that seemed to draw so many women? Then again she did not seem to realize who she was talking to so perhaps she had only heard the more open rumors about the enigmatic nature of him not appearing during the day or the like. Either way she had given him the opening he would need and there was of course ample top shelf booze to help 'relax' her if that was the issue. But time would of course tell since unlike so many of his kin he viewed their 'natural gifts' so to much of an assist in such a hunt and even before he became as he was he clearly had been quite blessed with the tools needed to bed women from that deep and enticing voice to a body out of female fantasy.

Such were his thoughts as he lead her through the main rooms and halls, as before people seemed to part before him without even realizing it... as if he simply possessed some commanding presence due to his size and charisma. He lead her around to the back halls and elevators where the crowds were far thinner and then towards the elevators proper as he finally paused after pressing the button and turned abruptly. She would of course be at quite the high risk to run right into the towering wall of muscle that was his frame and that was no accident as he spoke once more in those deep and oh so enticing tones, "Do you mean you have not heard about the owner of this place? They say that female guests do not leave till sunrise and always with a smile... the women in fact spread rumors of him ravishing them more than anyone else. If the stories are true that is."

He watched to gauge her response as they waited for the elevator that would take them to the second floor. He was thinking he would take her to the private soundproofed lounge that linked to his office. She was clearly not ready to see the penthouse on the roof. Which reminded him that he had to order some of the special UV filtering double pains for one of his clients... they would not stop asking after visiting said penthouse and he simply had to get them to shut up.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

This appalled her. It wasn’t that she was afraid of sex; she had heard the rumors of women returning from the club exhausted but thrilled but did not link it to any indecent activity. All she knew was that the owner of the club was very secretive and she wanted to know the reason as to why, as he avoided all interviews. A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as she was practically pressed against the large form of the man. She was small compared to him. One of his arms could easily equal the size of her waist.

“I have heard he declines interviews and is very secretive. I tend to ignore rumors that seem ridiculous.” She replied back as she shifted her body. Her frame could not help but rub against his in the cramped space and beneath her breath she swore.

In the elevator light it became apparent how very pale her skin was; almost the color of fresh cream. It was true that she did not go outside often without layers of sunblock on. Her skin burnt easily and she was mortified of skin cancer; her grandmother had developed it and died. That was not a way that she wanted to go. In the light her eyes also sprang to life. Inside the deep pools of blue were specks and streaks of indigo and lavender.

“How many more levels do we have to go?”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus made no effort to move or avoid her when she was pressed to his solid muscular body nor to conceal the gargantuan endowment that was the reason so many of those women just could not help but come back. So many had never believed stories about size over skill but when they were ravished by a man who was more than amply endowed in both it seemed it was hard to ignore the intense pleasure they remembered. Some of them reminded him of the wonton harem slaves who lived only to fuck back in Rome... though his favorites had always been the ones with more fire. Those who even though they could admit they enjoyed it almost required a firmer hand to keep them in place and force them to give into their lusts. In fact there had once been... he quickly shook that idea away though given that it tended to lead him to a very dark mood.

With her mumbling while pressed to his titanic frame he answered her all the while admiring her pale skin, the ample swell of her bust, and the legs she had on display as he spoke in the deep and enticing voice, "Almost there, private rooms are on the second floor towards the front of the building... the office overlooks the main dance floor actually. Unless you end up in the owners penthouse that is, it is on the roof... or third floor... depending how you think about it. Though supposedly women taken up there do not leave for days sometimes... but always with a smile. Not sure I would say such tales are ridiculous given how common they are... but I suppose you will find out yourself if you get your way and spend some time up here."

He actually smirked that time as the doors opened and he lead her through heavy double doors with sound proofing and into the private lounge which was also completely sound proofed. The door of course clicked softly behind them as it locked leaving them in a far quieter room with soft and sensual jazz music playing... it was incredibly lavish and the bar on one wall was fully stocked.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Although she did not see it, she surely felt the hard appendage pressing against her body. That was him and it was huge. Hotness spilled over her face once more, travelled down the cleft of her breasts. No. She was not turned on by the sizable hardness. In fact she was quite repulsed by him in that moment. So he was expecting something from her. The very idea made her flesh begin to crawl.

She scowled up at him and turned her back to him, unintentionally rubbing her firm behind against that swell. Bile rose in her throat. All she had to do was deal with that man for the next few minutes. If he tried anything there was the pepper spray in her purse, sitting right next to a small notepad and pen.

“I don’t intend to sleep with him or anyone.” Cynthia told him flatly. “I just want to ask him a few questions. The way this place is run intrigues me. It’s very versatile and must have cost a small fortune to build. Makes someone wonder how they got the funds in the first place…”

As soon as the doors opened she walked out. In her haste her stride was more natural and she did not wobble so much on her heels. The jazz music was smooth and, she supposed, would have relaxed mostly anyone brought up there. Still she was uneasy. Coppery locks fell to the small of her back as she unpinned her hair nervously.

 

[Dampylle]

The way she had turned and pressed her firm and shapely ass against his mammoth member did not go unnoticed and if anything it caused hat monster cock to swell fully and throb a bit. He did not act just yet though. No seduction required him to act as if her allure though it affected him was not something that would break his control. She rushed in treating him to quite the show regarding her firm and shapely rare in that tiny skirt even as the doors clicked and locked behind them. He doubted she heard the soft click in her haste though so he did not mention it. Instead he moved to the bar and poured himself an expensive scotch.

He took his time in prepairing his drink even dropping a few cubes of ice and swirling it around a bit before taking a sip. He then turned to her and arched an eyebrow seeing she did seem a bit tense and so in that same deep and charming tone he spoke once more, "Well I do not think it is quite that complicated, just a matter of capital... I am a sure someone of sufficient charisma could manage that without to much trouble. From there it is just watching what people want or paying someone to ask questions I imagine"

He took another sip of his drink before he continued while pouring her a mixed drink that would taste quite smooth and juice like going down but would hide quite the kick... perfect for loosening her up a bit, "As for the other... I am not sure half the women who come here intend to sleep with the owner, but a good number of them seem to in the end and none seem to have any complaints... weather it is skill or simply sheer size as some stories say... they all seem to leave exhausted and with a smile."

He then walked over to her and handed her what seemed to be a simple an innocent, albeit quite large, glass of aromatic and tasty fruit juice while taking a sip of his own expensive scotch.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Carefully she eyed the drink. It looked harmless enough and smelled of fruit punch. Her mouth felt dryer still at the sight of it and her gaze followed a few beads of condensation as it rolled down the side of the glass. She wrapped a rather delicate hand around the glass and brought it to her lips. Again it did not taste like anything out of the regular. Something seemed just a little off but she assumed that the owner had only the best, exotic juices. Countries outside of America didn’t use sugar as much so she assumed it was her tainted palate that did the trick.

She smacked her lips together and turned her eyes back towards him. “You mentioned the smiles quite often. You sound, and forgive me if this comes off as rude, like a spokesman for his cock.”

The word felt strange on her lips. Vulgar language was not something that she was used to using but here it seemed right and edgy. She made sure to put a certain amount of disdain in the word as well. Another mouthful of the strange cocktail went down and she heaved a sigh.

“You do get paid to do other things I assume.”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus actually chuckled. She had not yet put two and two together it seemed but that was fine. It suited his purposes to draw this out and let her enjoy her drink and wait for its effects to kick in fully. He took another sip of his scotch as he leaned against the bar debating how best to lead into this little bombshell of a revelation. In the end he decided the rumors were the best, "Well you re the one being so vehement about it not being the case, even though you seem attired to attract just that sort of attention... and you can not blame me for simply repeating the rumors that swarm about the floor of these clubs. I mean you have to admit stories of the women flocking to the clubs for wild all night sex romps are far more plausible than the wild theories about vampires and the like."

He took another sip of his scotch enjoying the simple fact that she did not realize she was downing a potent drink herself. It was something that had been rather popular, well a variant of it at least, back in Rome and was jokingly called Ambrosia in the harems because of the fruit juices and just a touch of honey in that version that sweetly helped to mask potent spirits. Modern distilleries though created much crisper liquors and so it was possible to mix a far more potent drink with some exotic fruit juices and some tart ones such as strawberries... in the end it was even more potent than what they used to feed the harem slaves to get them to really cut loose.

Her comment about pay made him smirk and he simply shrugged a bit before he answered in those same deep and enticing tones, "I am always around, do not really need to do anything specifically mind you but I do well enough in terms of living comfortably.... why do you ask?"

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Her head swam with each sip she took. It was not until she had drunken half the glass that she realized what had been done to her. There was the urge to let the glass simply fall to the ground and head over to the elevator and leave. However by the time she had figured out something had been put into her drink, she could hardly move.

“I ask because… because…” A hand pressed against her forehead and she swallowed the air around her harshly. Clearly she had never drank so much alcohol and never in such a small amount of time. She felt giddy and that frightened her. “Because you are dressed so well.”

Already her speech had the slur to the edge of her words. She teetered dangerously on her heels, slopping a bit of the drink against her dress as she caught herself on the edge of a couch. “What did you put in this drink?”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus sipped his drink and walked over setting his scotch aside before reaching out to steady her as she swayed ad then slowly lowered her to the couch she was leaning on noticing of course the way she began to slur and the way that she commented on his attire. He flashed a dashing and rather disarming smile, "Well should always dress to showcase their assets if able and it can be done without being purely obscene... your own attire manages to be quite alluring without outright trashy after all."

After helping her to sit the amusing coincidence that she was now able to stair directly at the gargantuan bulge in his well fitted trousers. He of course still flashed her a dashing smile that would make many women swoon and flush with desire and especially given his physique. He was essentially the perfect alpha male, a walking sex god right out of female dreams or trashy novels and he was all to willing to take advantage of that fact. He shrugged a bit as he stood there giving her quite the view of his huge cock straining against his pants, "Oh that, it is just an old family recipe... from Italy originally as I recall. Just a blend of juices and a few spirits... You seemed a little tense and it is always what women in my family drank when tense."

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

The thing directly in her face frightened her. How large it was! She scooted up on to the couch, pulling her legs protectively beneath her. It was clear what he was after. Her mind raced with a million things that she could not vocalize. All she could do was sit there with her mouth slightly agape.

“I did not want it. I don’t drink!” She placed the glass on the floor beside her, nearly careening her face into his crotch with the movement. Somehow she managed to pull up and away, making sure not to even brush against it. “I think this is over. I want to go home!”

She was frightened. It was her fault, really, for taking a drink laced with booze. This man had been shady from the get go. Yet she had ignored all of his advances simply to get a story. She chewed on her tongue and hugged her knees to her chest.

 

[Dampylle]

The way she stared at his massive cock through his pants had not gone unheeded by Janus, nor had the way her mouth hung agape. However given recent experience it did not even occur to him that her reaction might be negative given how eager most were to sample his massive member. So as far as response he simply feigned innocence and reached out to steady her when she almost fell, he was a little disappointing though that she had avoided rubbing against his huge cock where ti strained against the fabric of his slacks. Her panic was a tad unexpected but not something he could not handle and so he spook softly in that deep and smooth voice of his, "If you are that unaccustomed to drink I fear I can not in good conscious let you just storm out... you getting in a wreck because I did not know it would such an issue is simply unforgivable. Plus you pointed out I have to earn my keep here and that includes protecting the clientele I imagine."

He gently helped her steady herself with those large powerful hands and leaned her back onto the couch before taking a seat himself and pushing the drink a bit to the side on the floor before he spoke, "Plus, I thought you wanted to learn about how this place got set up? I do not imagine you will learn what so many have failed to by bolting just because things do not go as you had originally planned... honestly if such a thing worked I doubt this place would seem so rare much less be the talk of the town." He knew she was loosing a bit of her focus from the way she swooned from the booze. If she really never drank it would only be a matter of time before it hit her like the proverbial mack truck and then seduction would be all to easy by teasing and exciting her body even if she was partly out of it.... it would not be the first time and often others tried to resist the craving afterwards. But in time they all gave in and came back looking for more as they simply could not satisfy that itch with men of lesser skill or physical endowment.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Heat spread through her body because of the alcohol and she fanned herself absent mindedly with her hand. This was far more dangerous than what she ever expected to run in. Yes she had seen the horror stories on Dateline. The cases on the law channel also spoke of the same thing but she had always imagined that those had been extreme situations, dramatized for television. A hand went through her copper hair, revealing more vibrant reds beneath.

“I can always come back. I am sure that Mister. Janus would not like the idea of his men treating a client like this, I bet.”

The room about her spun and she closed her eyes tightly. Her anxiety was making this encounter far worse for her. Was all of this actually what was in the drink or was it all in her head? All of her thoughts circled. She kicked her leg a little bit and the heel went across the room.

 

[Dampylle]

Janus could not help but smirk a bit. She was resisting far more but the way she fanned herself suggested the booze was already doing part of the work. He need only nudge her ever so slightly and work to excite her body. For him that was part of the fun so to speak, to let her own pleasure and passion corrupt her slowly depending on how much she resisted. She could never escape her own flesh and once she had reached certain peaks of passion he need only remind her of them... nudge her ever so slightly... stir hungers. She might even rage against them or hate him for being their focus but it was so very difficult to ignores ones own cravings and urges if they just refused to go away.

So he focused his mind and let his aura, such a potent and primal aura of masculine power and allure, wash over her even as he focused his power into his voice as well speaking in that deep and enticing tone that now could literally make a women purr or her toes curl in want and desire, "Oh I would not be so sure. I am quite at ease enjoying myself in my club after all.... and from the flush of our cheeks among other things you can not deny your body is growing ever more heated... ever more sensitive... ever more needy... I am all to happy to help you Miss."

Even as he spoke his breath played teasingly over the skin of her ear and neck. One strong and skilled hand so perfectly danced featherlight over the skin of her leg and thigh. Each fluttering caress leaving heated and passion flamed flesh in its wake. His other hand repeating the same sort of maddeningly skilled caresses along her arm and up to her neck as his lips brushed over her ear leaving nothing but heated pleasure seeking skin behind and he spoke once more, "I had hoped the hints would be sufficient, but there will be plenty of time for this... very special interview... exactly what you have been seeking."

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Her eyes widened and she squirmed, fully intent on pushing him away but she could not. Even if she had not been zapped fully of her strength at that point he was just so huge. His hands moved up the smooth skin of her thighs and she nearly jumped at the awkward sensation. In truth very few had gotten so far as to touch her in that way and no one had actually been inside of her. No one had ever made her feel so hot all over. A strange gurgling noise came from her and her legs kicked helplessly again.

“This was a mistake.” She told him through labored breaths. Tears made her eyes shimmer and she wrapped a finger around a strand of her hair, tugging it in almost a childlike manner. Although her body was becoming more willing, her mind was racing. The booze was working its way through her system; she knew she only had a few moments to get away. “I’ll scream for help if you don’t stop!”

 

[Dampylle]

Janus's breath continued to play oh so enticingly along her neck and ear while his fingers worked featherlight caresses the excite her body the same way a master musician might work their instrument of choice. That potent allure washing over her even as she seemed to waver all the while her body clearly showed incereasing signs of wanting more. Still his power poured into his voice and rolled smoothly into her ear with such allure and such promise that the only wonder is how it did not sound so enticing all of the time, "No, you came looking... and you found. So flush with desire there is no way I could think you did not know the rumors, that perhaps deep down part of you hoped they were all true... rest assured they are."

His one hand now danced lightly along her supple thigh, those featherlight caresses leaving a trail of heated and yearning skin behind them as he played the desire of her body like a perfect symphony. His other hand doing the same with her neck and shoulder even as his breath and occasionally lips did so to her ear and that sensitive spot just behind her ear or at the nape of her neck. The way her breathing had shifted told him all to well her body was fast giving into the desires she was trying to hide but that meant it was only a matter of time till she reached a point of such desire or pleasure that it would be very very difficult to try and resisting his skilled advances. So again that deep and oh so enticing voice spoke in this smooth and oh so very tempting tones, "I think you want to scream for a very different reason from the way you flush, and pant, and shift.... especially since you know the private rooms are all so very private... your body says that part of you does not want this to stop at all, part of you just wants more."

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

Did she want to be taken advantage of? Her head was pounding, which made her thinking process all the more labored. All of this was just a terrible mess. Her body was reacting in ways that she never expected and she knew she did not like it. Or that was what she originally knew. Now it was completely and utterly up in the air.

“You cannot tell me what I want and what I don’t.” she told him through a harsh whisper. Even speaking was nearly impossible. Her lips moved and quivered and would not form the words she wanted to. “I do not want to have you anywhere near me. All I wanted was an interview.”

She tried to push him away but found that she had no strength. Her head lolled to the side and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her pale forehead. Oddly enough she was resisting his charms. It was difficult but something about her was able to rebuke him to some extent.

 

[Dampylle]

Janus was slightly puzzled at her resistance all things considered. But to him that was more of a challenge than a problem and so it did nothing to deter his efforts. Her speaking seemed more labored now as he continued to work her body which told him that perhaps she was loosing the battle with her own flesh. The flush to her cheeks and that fine sheen of sweat only served to combine with her attire and create a look that spurred him on further.

When her head lolled to the side he simply assumed it was more mock struggle as she revealed her neck and leaned down further. His lips and breath now playing skillfully over the supple column of her throat with every bit of a masters talent as his hands showed in working the soft skin of her thighs and arms. One hand now teasing the inside of her thigh where her legs had slipped out and the other the sensitive skin of her wrist while his lips worked her neck and slowly up to her ear.

Strong hands pulled her gently but firmly against his body and into his lap as his lips worked her throat. Slowly with maddening skill and a deliberate slowness meant to tease and entice he worked up to her ear and then whispered softly in that deep, thrumming, enticing tone that seemed to slip in like such liquid velvet and fire, "I do not need to tell you what you want, the way you flush.. the way your chest heaves... the way your body cries for more... that is what I see. Also who said this is not an interview considered all the tales that are told, a very in depth one at that... and one that is just getting started."

His aura flared a bit as he tempted and teased but more than anything it was the skill of a master working her supple flesh. So many took what he felt was the easier way in mesmerizing or feeding right away to drive their quarry mad with pleasure and desire. Janus enjoyed the hunt and felt it made that capture and victory all the sweeter when the moment came and they cried out in wanton pleasure at his ministrations. The husky growls and groans of their pleasure when he finally fed after driving them wild for hours or sometimes even days before he drank from them. He preferred to savor the hunt and that victory rather than simply rush to it.

 

[RetroWitchcraft]

All she wanted to do was scream out. Never before had Cynthia put herself in such a perilous position and now she was paying for it. His lips moved across the flesh of her neck, which caused her to shift uncomfortably within his lap. Her fighting lead to nothing. How could she fight with her body tingling and her mind prickling and constantly churning? Bleary eyes turned upward. This was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“No, please…” her voice was a desperate whine and barely reached above a whisper.

Heat spread through her body and shot directly between her legs. A throbbing caused her to shift even more on his lap. Maybe she was aroused by such demanding. It was hard to say what exactly was the alcohol and what exactly were her own primal urges. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

 

[Dampylle]

Her voice so soft as her body seemed to almost scream to him for more with her writhing in his lap. His hands continued their skilled caressing of her thighs and wrists while his lips danced across the supple skin of her throat. If anything his skilled and masterful caresses actually redoubled as if climbing to a crescendo in the symphony he was playing upon her flesh. He was determined to drive her body wild, to push that lusty distraction to the point she did not even know for sure if she was resisting or if she should. Later she would of course question or try to deny, but that pleasure and that wild heat would still be in her memory and that is the seed he needed to plant for this sort of seduction.

He licked skillfully at the sensitive flesh behind her ear before whispering softly in that smooth, enticing, liquid velvet tone that slipped in like a heated dream, "You writhe with want and need... I can feel the heat washing off your body... part of you does not want this to stop at all... part of you seems to want more... why deny yourself, you deserve pleasure more than most... you work so hard, you deserve a wild night to sate you."

There was no telling how much was her own desire, how much was pure seduction, or how much was just repressed thoughts slipping out in a booze induced haze. But when she began to lick her lips he knew that whatever it was her bodies primal urges were beginning to win more ground and so he continued that masterful stroking and caressing of her soft flesh.