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The Underground Fair

razerwing

razerwing

Supernova
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Jan 9, 2011
Location
Somewhere over the rainbow.
A small rustle of clothes signalled a presence, bringing about a very hostile reaction from Seth. Without thinking, the boy brought his two .45's to bear, the muzzle's flashing, the cracks almost deafening. When nothing showed itself, he holstered his weapons and continued down the dimly lit street. The tenseness didn't leave though. He always felt eyes on him, he'd been that way ever since his recruitment. A sigh left his lips, and he passed through a door, into a gated area. Well, he was here, at the Fairgrounds. Everything seemed normal, the press and crush of the crowds relieving his nervousness. His 5'9" inch form glided through the humans, his sharp eyes scanning the people. Even though he was supposed to be on leave from his duties, he couldn't help a need to watch for threats. It was his job anyway, supernatural or not.

He picked up on a closed door, leading into a concrete structure with no windows. On the door, it read 'Authorized Personell Only.' To say the least, curiosity got the best of him. He'd heard of a fair within the Fair, one of exoctic things, where a non-human wouldn't have to hide. He'd always wondered whether havens existed. The soldier made his way to the door and turned the knob, only to find it locked. Undeterred, he took out a knife, very skinny with no handle, and picked it. "Ugh, such a simple lock. Must be an old model." With a disapproving shake of his head, he slipped in. His eyes adjusted quickly to the lack of light, a huge contrast to the brightly lit fairgrounds. He spotted a stairwell, and jogging down, he came out in what appeared to be an underground cavern. What he saw there shocked him, and suddenly, he was glad for his training. 'Entertainers', the term suddenly popped into his head. An old fashioned immortal might call them courtesan's.
 
Essie's blue silk scarf flared at her sharp turn made the wind catch it. Her body twisted as she danced on stage in the bright lights used to light the center of the underground cavern. Below her, she could see a crowd consisting several beings of the supernatural. Some she could identify on sight, others not. These things we always so interesting to preform at. Great place to pick up some coin too.

She allowed her scarf to drop to the floor, revealing a loose, mostly transparant miniskirt and bellyshirt made out of the same material. Beneath it, she wore a dark bra and underwear. Couldn't let just anyone see the fun stuff.

The song eneded and she stopped in front of the stage, strutting a very suggestive pose. The crowd laughed and cheered. She could even here the howl of a werewolf somewhere.

"Like that, did ya?" She called to the crowd. "Next showing in three hours. Don't miss it, ya hear?"

She stepped off the stage, clearly pleased with herself. A young woman came up to her and sprayed her down with water to help her cool off. Clearly relaxed, Essie looked out at the dispersing crowd, where many looked back at her. Looked like she might find herself a client tonight after all.
 
He was transfixed on the girl on the stage, and felt a tingle run up his spine. He seemed to stick out, wearing camoflauge uniform. The Lamia ran a hand through his midnight black hair nervously. His weapons were quite visible, but then again, it wasn't often that one would see a non-human without a weapon. When she called out the next showing, and the time it would be at, he shook himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. A quick shake of his head, and he was off to explore the rest of this place. He made a mental note though, to be here for the next showing. Maybe he could take that girl home. 'Head out of the gutter, Seth.' A smile played across his lips as he found the bar.

Sometime during the three hours he was there, he found out he had a natural high-tolerance for alcohol. He was barely buzzed when he started to look for a seat for the next showing. As he waited for the show to begin again, his fingers grazed an old scar along his neck, just above his collar bone. To keep his mind off of the..... person who gave it too him, he focused on the girl with the blue scarf. Or lack thereof. He leaned back in his seat, doing a quick scan of the faces, taking into account a werewolf, and a few vampires. His hand rested on the handle of one of his guns.

His eyes caught movement on the stage, and looked back to see it was the performer. He flashed her a light smile, nodding his head slightly. Maybe she would notice, maybe not. Maybe he would meet her backstage. It was then he saw that his seat was near the center, and a front row seat.
 
Essie smiled and thanked her assistant as she finished getting dressed in her new outfit. This one was the same style, but a fire orange with glitter. She tied her hair back this time as well. She stepped back stage and looked out to the crowd and took a deep breath. Most of them were trying to find seats still, so she was a bit early. She chose to step out for a second and see if she could talk to any of the fans. It was her block techinically, so she was allowed to do as she wished.

Essie walked to edge of the stage, drawing several gazes. That's right; she definitely had given some people ideas. But one man drew her attention in particular. He smiled at her and gave her a polite nod. Interesting... he seemed almost a little too formal for this place of the unnatural. Maybe that was what had drawn her to him. He was different. She could only wonder what he was thinking while looking at her. She smiled back, giving him a flirty wink. She could see a few of the guest behind him giving her a bewildered look. Probably wondering if that had been meant for them.

Amateurs.... she wandered to the edge of the stage, looking at the rest of the crowd. Still, even with her browsing, she still found herself looking at that one formal looking man. She wondered if he actually might approach her. Who knew?
 
When she came out from the curtains, he drew in a little breath. She looked.... stunningly sexy. Once again, ideas floated up into his brain, but he forced them down. Of course, it was a useless act, because when she winked at him, he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat.

He stood slowly, the few knives he had attached to his belt jingling a little. His green eyes peered into hers, slipping down every now and then. "Hi," he started, a bit nervously. His hand came up again to rub his scar. When he smiled at her, the iconic fangs of the Lamia race became apparent. They were just as long as a regular vampire's, but just a little more curved, closely resembling a snake's.

Unsure of what to do, he tilted his head. "Listen, don't panic if you hear a few gunshots. There's a werewolf and a few vampires, and things'll get hairy soon." He blinked again, sighing. "Sorry about that. Haven't gotten rid of the military mentality yet. Just uh, just don't worry. I'll make sure no one ruins your show." Growling from behind, the werewolf's direction, forced the soldier to tear his attention away. A low hissing could be heard emenating from the man.
 
Essie giggled. Oh yeah... he was waaay up tight. And a Lamia. She had only seen a few of those ever.

"Don't worry about them too much," she told him, kneeling down by the edge of the stage. "They might get a little rowdy, but they won't start fights. They know better. Military huh? I thought you seemed a bit formal for this crowd. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I like a little change. Keeps things interesting. The name's Essie and I preform here at least a couple of times every year. As well as run some special evening entertainment for some..."

She smiled slyly once more. "You have a name too, I assume?"
 
The Lamia nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, military. Glad you like the change, honestly I am." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "You'll have to excuse my behavior. Spent the last 3 years away from home, and everyone but a small firesquad of guys." A small, melodius chuckle came from his throat. "Evening entertainment huh? Sounds like fun." He shifted his weight to his left foot, swirled to face behind him, and threw a knife, embedding it near the furry foot of the wolf. "I really wouldn't recomend sneaking up on me, wolfy. I'm in the middle of a conversation with this woman, and interrupting is just plain rude." He turned to face the girl again, shaking his head. Another smile, and he put out his hand. "You know, technicly I'm not supposed to exist, but for you, I'll make an exception." His voice dropped low, barely audible to Essie's ears. "I'm Seth Silquez." When he spoke next, it was at a regular pitch. "Nice to meet you, Essie."

He withdrew his hand, looking up into her eyes. "So, am I part of that 'some' you run special shows for, or will I have to be content with a front row seat to this one?"
 
Essie laughed again. This man just grew more and more interesting by the moment... she liked him. A little rough around the edges, but she could definitely picture him as a client. Which is why she coudn't help but grin when he asked about her "other" occupation.

"I've never spent an evening with a Lamia before," she commented, licking her lips a bit. "I can definitely see you as part of the "some." But there is a small fee. Not much, and I can garuntee I can make it worth it." She would now get one of two reactions. There could be disgust, which wasn't uncommon and hardly phased her anymore. Or there would be delight, which meant she was in buisiness. Either way, she was definitely liking this guy.
 
He raised his eyebrow at the word 'fee'. Without thinking, he patted his pockets. Thankfully, he found his wallet. Before he could respond though, he heard the parting of air, and ducked the incoming lycan's fist. This lady was so enchanting it had caused a momentary lapse of awareness. Apparently, the wolf was more than a little jealous. Seth straightened up, curled, and pulled an amazing flip over the furry. The second he landed, he jumped again to deliver a powerful kick to the back of the offender's skull. The wolf dropped, hard, to the floor. Then, as if nothing happened, he turned to get back to his and Essie's conversation. "How much are we talking about? I mean, being a guy in uniform may seem cool and all, but we don't exactly get paid like king's. Just enough to live comfortably." By now, a few vampire guards had dragged the unconcious lycanthrope to a nearby infirmiry. Served the bastard right, as far as Seth was concerned.
 
Essie did her best to pretend that the incident with the wolf never happened. As far as she was concerned, she had never even seen in. Liability wasn't a fun thing to deal with.

Moving on with life, she was really quite pleased with the man's reaction. A go getter. Excellent.

"I go about $15 a night these days. Cash flow's been good and the crew takes care of most of my basic needs so long as I preform. I can probably drop to $10 if you're good with your tail though." She winked again. She could already imagine what this was going to be like. It was always more fun when they weren't completely human. They had to get creative that way.

"Would you be interested?"
 
He raised an eyebrow, faked a small cough, and smIfiled. "If I wasn't interested, would I bother asking?" He chuckled, glancing around. "But, before we decide, I believe you have a show to finish. Although I have no problems with fighting my way out." He flashed another grin, this one less polite, and more alluring. He drew away and sat at his seat, nodding to her and motioning around to the other eager men. He could smell jealousy, but he also smelled fear. Nobody wanted to confront him after the way he took down that werewolf. A vampire who was walking by patted Seth on the shoulder and murmured something into his ear. The Lamia went ramrod straight, growling lightly.

Tensness rolled off of his shoulders, and the vampire walked off. Seth soon got a handle though, and forced himself into a calm demeanor. He'd have to be careful tonight. The second he was clear, he'd be changing forms. Much more combat effective that way.
 
Essie smiled and nodded as Seth went back to his seat. So... a lamia. She looked forward to seeing how he liked to do people. Behind her, she heard one of the stage staff call to her. Her show was about to begin.

When the music started up, Essie forgot the world and let her mind go blank. She just listened and allowed her body to do the work. She had been doing this for so long now, she could probably do it blindfolded. But she still loved it and it showed. Her dance showed a lot of her acrobatic expertise as she showed frightening amounts of flexibility and multiple series of twist and flips. She was most excited when she let her scarf loose to swirl around her as she danced. It seemed to flare like fire in the stage light. Finally, the music stopped and she finished by doing the splits on the stage.

The crowd went crazy and Essie grinned, though she felt pretty tired. Lucky for her, this was her final showing for the day. She sighed and left the stage, waving as she went. She made sure to let the gaurd know that Seth was okay to come find her as she went.

Backstage was peaceful and Essie took the time to towel off with a wet rag. Now she was just waiting on Seth. One more thing for the evening.

But this was what she looked forward to most.
 
After the show had ended, Seth stood up, slowly, stretching his back. The alertness had stayed with him, although he did enjoy watching Essie flip, twist, and show her flexibility off to everyone. He checked the crowds, searching faces before moving backstage. When one of the guards confronted him, he shook his head and bowed slightly. "Seth Silquez. I'm here to see the performer of the night." The guard chuckled, and stepped back. The Lamia slipped past the guard, nodding to him before seeing Essie.

"So, love, is there a specific place we can do this?" He leaned in, seemingly to whisper into her ear. Instead, he nibbled, kissed, and licked with his serpentine tongue. "You know what, we'll go to my place. I think you'll find the car quite enjoyable." He chuckled, leaning away and taking her hand gently. His skin was somewhat cool to the touch. Not as warm as a regular human's, but warmer than a vampire. Without another word, he pulled her gently from her chair, and pulled her close to him.
 
"We'll do whatever you want, Seth. I am yours to command all night. You want it done or want to do, then we'll do it." She smiles as he draws her close and runs his snake like tongue over her ear. His skin was cooler than hers, which was strangely midly arrousing for her. Clearly, he's already ready for her. This was going to be a good evening.

"Just show me the way," she tells him, brushing his chin with her fingertips.
 
He chuckled, kissing her full on the lips. "Well then, follow me." He led her quickly from the backstage, but before he left to go back topside, he stopped and looked her over. He took off his uniform jacket and handed it to her. "Put this on. Kinda chilly up there, and people might get jealous at the sight of you on my arm." He flashed her a smile and continued on his way. The walk to his car was brisk, being it was only a few streets down from the Fair. It was a big car, very roomy with a large back seat. As Seth climbed into the car, it became apparent there were no pedals. The controls were all on the steering wheel.
 
Essie couldn't help but to smile as Seth kissed her on the lips and gave her his jacket. He was such a polite young man... er... lamia. Very different from what she was accustomed too. She allowed him to lead her out of the fair grounds and to his vehicle which was a bit different than everything she had ever seen.

No pedals. Made sense, considering Seth's true form which she would probably get to see soon. She got into the car as soon as he did.

"So... you have any preferences or I am going to get plenty of surprises tonight?" She asked.
 
He stretched back, putting his hands behind his head. The car started, the motor purring comfortably. "Well, you might get a few surprises, you might not. For instance, I'm sure you know of my other form. I'm sure you don't know all the things that can be done with a tail. Especially one like mine." He wrapped an arm around Essie's neck, and urged the car forwards. His hands moved lower, slowly, teasingly, to massage her thigh. His thumb moved in slow circles, making it's way up, closer to her womanhood.

Suddenly he stopped and withdrew his hand. A sly smirk played across his lips. "So, now that you have something to look forward to, tell me something. As an.... 'entertainer' do you have any special preferances, or things I shouldn't do?"
 
Essie raised an eyebrow as Seth moved his hand away from her womanhood. He was teasing her.... this was getting better and better. Just that little stunt was enough to make her mildy horny.

"I don't appreciate being desecrated... I had someone think it wa funny to urinate on me a while back... damn werewolf." Essie muttered. "But being I am yours for the evening, I will do as you ask, even if I'm not crazy about it. If you want to do it, I'll let it be done without complaint. If you want it done, I'll make sure it happens. That's how it work." She gave him another flirty smile.

"I'm not too worried about you though. In fact, I feel like I'm going to look forward to what you have in mind."
 
Seth smiled at her, pulling her against his side. "You may be mine, but if I want you again, I want fond memories." Taking his eyes from the road, he nuzzled into her neck, gently scraping his fangs against her neck.

When he pulled away, he smiled. "We're here." He pulled the car to a stop, popped the doors open, and climbed out. In what seemed like a flash, he was at Essie's door, helping her out. "Come my love. Ecstasy awaits."

Another flash of the smile. It was rumored that Lamia were skilled at mesmerizing and hypnotising. Some more so than others. Seth was moderately skilled, but he wondered whether or not he should start weaving those webs around her mind. "Hey, Essie. Have you ever been hypnotised?"
 
Essie smiled as she felt Seth's fangs lightly scrape her neck. And then they arrived. Essie barely saw Seth get out of the car; let alone get to her door. But the next thing she knew, he was helping her out. Huh. Impressive.

"Come, my love. Ecstasy awaits," he told her, while assisting her out of her seat. She smiled coyly and let him do so. The next thing he asked was if she had ever been hypnotized.

She thought a moment and nodded. "Once. By a vampire. Though he was only a fledgling and it wasn't very effective. I admit that he wasn't the best client I've ever had, but he was okay. Why are you asking...?" She looked him over. "Ah. So the rumors about lamias and their ability to mess with ones head is true I presume?"
 
He nodded slowly, leading her through the doors of the house. It was a nicely sized building, almost big enough to get lost in, but not quite. "Yes, the rumors are true about us. We love watching reactions to that kind of stuff." When she brought up the vampire's mesmer, he chuckled. "Well, I can assure you, our stuff is alot more potent. Vampires have to study that stuff, while Lamia have a natural flair for it. The reason I ask is.... I wonder whether or not you like that kind of thing. I won't force you to do anything stupid, I promise, although I may get caught up in the moment."

He stopped only to open his bedroom door, revealing the large, plush bed. The room was very open, incredibly roomy like the car. "So, what do you think? You up for it now, or should we start off regular?" He pulled her close with one arm, unstrapping his weapons and tossing them expertly into a closet. Without warning, he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue inside her mouth to coil around Essie's. One hand rubbed the back of her neck, the other gently squeezed her butt. This time, he didn't retreat, breaking the kiss only after he had sat on the bed, with her straddling him.
 
Essie followed Seth to his room, thinking on what he had asked about her and hypnotism. She certainly didn't mind trying it again. And if he was more effective... she nodded; more to herself than she did to him. She didn't see why not. After all, she always was up for learning something new.

His bedroom was very large, like the car, which led her to some rather interesting questions. Were lamias bigger than she thought? It was a possiblilty that the one she had seen in true form was young.

"So, what do you think? You up for it now, or should we start off regular?" He asked, drawing her from her thought, as he tossed his weapons away. Then, before giving her the chance to answer, he pulled her close and kissed her. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and coil itself around hers. One of his hands rubbed the base of her neck while the other handled butt, squeezing lightly. The very gesture teased her back into light arrousal. Her tits began to show underneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

He broke the kiss after sitting down on the bed, pulling her with him so that she straddled him. She already felt anticipation... something she hadn't felt this early in an evening in a long time. It was going to be a good night.

"Show me what you've got," she crooned, leaning onto him. "I want to see what hypnotism can do. However, I would like have memory of this night. If possible." She teased his chest with a sole fingertip as she spoke. Couldn't let him have all the fun.
 
"Heheh, your call love." He shivered delightfully as she traced her finger around his chest. "Alright then, first things first. For the type of hypnotism I do, I need as much physical contact as I can get. Which means the clothes must come off." With a slight chuckle, he slowly stripped himself of his shirt. The muscles underneath weren't clearly visible, but every time he moved the sinewy muscles moved, making themselves known. One hand moved to cup one of her breasts through her shirt, his fingers seeming to find just the right places to settle, to rub and tease. His other hand worked it's way under the hem of her shirt, pulling upwards slowly. When he had the garment off, a smiled played across his lips, and he quickly undid her brastrap.

"Now listen love, here's what I'm going to do. You'll have to stand up for a moment, only a moment." He gently pulled her off him, giving him room to start undoing his pants. Behind his vivid emerald eyes, cool on the surface, there was a fire, a twinkle of lust. He'd rarely felt this way, it was not in his nature to be wooed easily. He was so busy looking at her, he fumbled with the button.
 
Essie nodded, clearly listening as Seth explained how the hypnotism needed to work. Her clothes needed to come off? She was perfectly fine with that. She watched him remove his own shirt and smiled a little when she could see his muscles. He was in good shape. Not overly muscled, but more than enough to be sexy.

She shivered with excitement when he chose to tease her breasts and slowly removed her shirt. He took her bra off a moment later, revealing Essie's stimulated breasts.

She got off of him when he asked, but noticed he was distracted by her when he tried to remove his button. She giggled a little and approached him, removing his hands and undoing the button with her own. She ran her hand along his groin as she did so. "You look like you need a little help with that," she teased with a coy smile.
 
Seth chuckled as she helped him with his button. "Thanks love. Now, as much as I hate to say this, you'll have to undress yourself." A tingle ran up his spine when she rubbed her hand against his crotch. "By the time you are done, I should be ready. And then, we can start having fun." As she finished undressing, Seth lay back on the bed. His legs melded together, expanding endlessly, sprouting deep green scales on the back. The underbelly was a lighter green. By the time Essie was nude, where Seth's legs had been, there was nothing but 18 feet of scaled muscle. He slid himself off of the bed, leaning forward onto one of his thick coils. The way he was positioned, he was just a few inches taller than his girl. "Ssso, sshall we begin?" He laughed at his forced accent before clearing his throat. "And you said you want to remember everything that happened while under my spell?"
 
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