Secret Identities Can Lead to Problems

[Jashin]

Gerald sits at a café on his collage’s campus, reading from a book on the Byzantine Empire for one of his history classes. The young man had mussed black hair that seemed to resist any attempts to tame it, with equally dark eyes that seemed to shiny with a joyful yet mischievous glint. He is a tall and fairly lean man, covered with the kind of muscle one might expect from an athletic who jogs and swims a lot with moderate weight lifting for tone. He is dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans that look well-worn but clean, projecting the image of a tidy buy starving college student.


The day is bright and sunny, the middle of the summer term. While Gerald has no classes in the summer, he had just finished getting registered for the fall and was taking this opportunity to skim over the wallet draining stack of text books he was forced to buy. The café was the kind of establishment that depended on students to survive, and thus it was more or less empty during the much slower summer months. It was, however, centrally located so anyone who had business in any of the various laboratories or archives on campus would pass by it, assuring at the very least a small trickle of costumers. Gerald just sits at an outside table and sips at his iced coffee and simply enjoys the sensation of free time, willing to take whatever the day has to throw at him.

 

[Yoshie]

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She never let anyone see her identity, she never let anyone see her naked, she was always quiet when she walked and her tongue was about as sharp as the crack of her whip. Being bad was something that she was so very good at it. Temptress Lorelei was her name, Lust was her game. She only got to be bad at night, during the day however, she was Winry, [/u]plain old aggressive Winry. Stepping out into the world in her normal attire she decided that she was going to go to her usual place to get her favorite treat. Her favorite place was Debbie’s Danishes. In her mind those sweet treats were her kryptonite; the woman could not get enough. Walking through the door, you could hear the bell chime, as she made her way past a man who didn’t look like he was much older than a college student. She leaned over the counter, ass out and hit the bell that was near their famous three-layer German chocolate fudge cake with chocolate sprinkles and whipped chocolate icing.

“I would like a cream cheese Danish and a slice of that cake… heat it up and put some ice cream on the side.” She said pointing to the Danish that was under her inside the glass. The thing about this shop that she liked was how clean it was, each pastry platter was sectioned off. The strawberry was separated from the cream cheese, and then cream cheese was separated from the chocolate pastries. They also served hot pastries and they made freshly pastries handmade. After a while soon there was a cream cheese pastry sat beside her and then her chocolate cake was sliced, warmed, and topped with the French vanilla ice cream that she so desired. Grabbing the fork she quickly dived in. The cake was warm and moist and with the ice cream on top provided a cooling to the heat. Watching her eat was rather erotic, as she moaned with each bite casually licking the fork and her lips so slowly.

 

[Jashin]

Gerald continues to read his book and sip at his cup of iced coffee, not immediately looking up when the store door opens and the sound of a pair of women’s shoes goes click clack across the floor to the counter. It is only when the café’s newest customer speaks that he looks up from his book. That voice made it to his ears like poisoned honey, rich and smooth but with a hint of something dangerous lurking beneath. Looking at the woman who was speaking, the young student could easily see that the voice matched the body perfectly. But this enticing woman’s beauty went beyond the mere physical. Yes, she was gorgeous, with a curtain of silkily midnight black hair, the curves usually reserved for the marble statues of Greek goddesses, and eyes that seemed almost hypnotically deep. More than this, however, her every word and action oozed seduction and confidence. The way she thrust her ass out when she ordered, the way her lips and tongue played with the decadent dessert on her fork. It was something that would draw every eye in the room to her, and force the shy in the room to cower from such a sight.


Gerald, however, was not shy. Indeed, shyness was not conducive to someone who put on tights after dark to fight crime. For when he was not studying or attending class Gerald donned a costume and helped to keep the streets safe under the name Tempest. He had only been on the scene for two years, since he found a mystical belt in one of the collage archives with doing inventory as part of a work study, but in that time he had already made a name for himself defeating several minor super villains and countless nameless thugs.

Closing his book, Gerald gets up and goes over to the table the strange, seductive woman was sitting at. Hoping that fortune favored the bold, and trying to hide the little bit of nervousness that making a move on such a stunning beauty caused for him, he pulls out a seat and sits down across from her. “You don’t seem like this places normal clientele.” He says, flashing a smile that shows off his pearly white teeth. “I certainly have not seen someone like you in here before. May I ask you your name?”

 

[Yoshie]

That college boy she passed, that cute small seemingly frail boy had come up to her and spoke casually. Was he trying to spark up a conversation for something to gain? Or did he simply just want to talk whatever the difference she would entertain this thought, at least till she looked in his eyes. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. They say that a person can change every aspect about them physically, the shape of their face, the length of their nose, even their body type, yes, they can change everything about their outer appearance all except for their eyes.

His eyes were dark, as dark as black diamond’s that she kept on her dresser in her living room. She loved to look at those for they had a mysterious, lustrous shine to them. Yes, this boy’s eyes reminded her of those dark lucid stones. Those stones that took her breath away, those stones she cherished so much. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend and just by looking at him she knew that she had to have him as close to her as those radiant gems. His hair was literally like licorice. Black luster she deemed it. It reminded her of her black stallion of who went by the same name. He was tall, like her horse, and had a commanding aura. Her eyebrow rose as she turned her head to see him. Her gloved hand pointed to the seat adjacent from her. She wanted him to sit down; she wanted those alluring eyes to connect with hers.

“The name is Seduction, Winry… Seduction.” She stated flagging down the waitress. “May I have some warm white chocolate? I would like it topped with whipped cream and …dark chocolate shavings.” She said eyeing him lustfully. Her voice going sensual, she turned back to him to answer the question that he had asked. “Actually my Innocent, you are right, as I do not frequent this place as much as I should, but I am a busy woman and all and sometimes all I can do is just order my meal and have someone drop it off to me. But the scenery is nice here, so peaceful and serene. Something that you do not see every day, and the dessert here is very…desirable, if you will. One cannot help but to be…drawn to the smell of something …fresh.” Each pause in her voice was filled with appetence.

 

[Jashin]

Gerald could feel her gaze upon him, looking over every inch of his being. He was a handsome young man, more than once giggling girls had stared at his ass as he passed. This was different, far more intense, and vaguely predatory. When her eyes locked on his own, he was entranced. They were the color of molten gold, smoldering with desire and temptation. Just looking at them Gerald felt that they had something in common with the precious metal they shared a color with, that men had been willing to fight and die over them. He was sure that men had just stared at her slack jawed and drooling, and for just the tiniest moment the intensity of her gaze was overwhelming, but Gerald was a man of stronger than average will, and was able to regain his composure, moving into the seat next to her.

“Innocent? Never had a girl call me that before.” He tries for a dashing smile that once again shows of his pearly white teeth, but it comes out more boyish. The title she used for his was very appropriate. While he did have a since of strength and will about him, there was an underlying since of youthful innocence about it. “Though I suppose with the amount of decadence you just ordered to eat and a name like Seduction….you might be a bit darker than your average collage girl.” His grins grows a little wider. This close he can smell her now. He isn’t sure if she has on some kind of perfume, if it was just her own natural scent, or if it was a combination of the two. Like everything else about her it was rich and decadent, it made his mouth water as his lips craved to run over her skin. That she could do this just sitting their eating a dessert was solid proof that she lived up to her surname.

 

[Yoshie]

Winry licked her lips slowly and smiled. There was tension there and she touched his hand as she spoke. “Well, it’s a little pet name that I give everyone but you… well you seem more deserving of the name because you look the part. Would you like some cake?” She said getting a piece of cake on the fork and placing it by his lips. “I wonder, do you come here often? I mean you don’t seem to be from here. So, do me a favor and tell me about yourself Innocent. Let’s start with a name…” She said as she broke off half of her pastry and pushed it his way.
She stared at him for a while and then she smiled. She rarely smiled and when she did it was usually a sign of her plotting to do something either bad or she had a plan. “So, are you a college student, you look young and if I assume correctly you seem like you go to one of the colleges around here. I mean granted they’re not that many but… still.” She crosses her legs left over right and leans in, her breasts on the table and the hand that is free is now resting on her chin. “I don’t really recall my college days. Well I didn’t have friends and all I did was work and try to get good grades. Wasn’t hard since I didn’t have distractions, but now I do have distractions, one is sitting across from me.” She winked slyly at him.

 

[Jashin]

“Yes, I am a college student. And as a college student, I am required by federal law to accept any offer of free food made to me, especially if it is done by seductive and secretive women in coffee shops.” He says as he takes the pieces of cake offered to him, briefly closing his eyes as he chews and swallows the morsel. The dessert seems to mesh so well with Winery’s own decadent scent, creating a truly pleasurable experience. “As for a name….its Gerald. Gerald Hendrickson. It’s not as flashy as Winry Seduction, I admit, but I’ve had it all my life and I have grown rather attached to it.” He briefly considers, in an attempt to entice this woman, to revel that he was also known by the name Tempest. He rejects this passing flight of fancy, however. It would be a remarkably bad idea to admit his identity to a near stranger in a public place.

As she leans in on the table, her breasts touching it, Gerald can’t help but stare down at them for just a brief movement. He did, however, consider himself something of gentlemen, so he quickly returns his gaze to her face. “Well, sometimes distractions can be enjoyable, especially on a warm summer day. I have nothing else planned for the day; do you have something important I am distracting you from?” He places a hand gently on her knee under the table. He grips her knee with a gentle strength in his hand, the motion making his biceps flex pleasantly under the skin of his arm as he gives her another one of those dazzling smiles that seem to come for easily to his face.

 

[Yoshie]

Winry watched as he took the piece that was on the fork and chewed slowly, she watched his mouth move with each bite, she watched his tongue lick his lips. Oh how she longed for that mouth to be on hers, how she craved for that tongue to explore every inch of her body and how those moans of his, she wished that she was making him make those sounds. He was making the cake seem more delicious than it was. She took another bite and licked her lips as well then she listened to what he had to say. Now her alter ego Temptress would have dragged him over the counter and made love to him right then and there with everyone watching. She did not care, then again she was a masked heroin and no one knew who she was. But Winry, she had a background and a career so she had to park her breaks there.

Once he asked her did she have anything planned for today she nodded, “Well I have to go drop papers off at my house, you can come with me if you choose. If you want some real food I could cook for you that way we both save money and since you are a college student I know how hard it is to save with buying books and all.” She stopped her sentence and she felt him grab her leg. A quick shudder ran down her back like galloping wild stallions rushing in the open plain. She closed her eyes for a brief moment; in that moment was passion, she had not touched a man in what felt like ages, she had not been touched in what felt like light years and that simple kind gesture as innocent as it was for him took her over in that one moment and her alter ego came out. Her facial expression changed and soon her hand was digging in her breasts and she pulled out a $50 bill and she placed it on the table under the cake then she glared at him lustfully and she grabbed him by the hand and led him out the door. “My car… NOW!” She said heading to her Rolls Royce.

The car was big on the inside with white interior, the dashboard Armani two joysticks to both 360 and PS3 consoles and both white and red wine and of course Winry’s favorite Johnny Walker Red, Black, Blue, Green, Gold, and Swing. The seats of the car vibrated, there was a flat screen television and there was a private window that separated Winry and company from the driver of the car. “Shall we leave?” She said hastily

 

[Jashin]

Gerald was not a small or weak man, but the sudden intensity with which Winry grabbed his hand and lead him to the door was strong enough that he was halfway out the door before he was able to regain control of his own movement. He thankfully had the since of mind to grab his bag on the way out as they passed his original table. Besides holding the books he had just purchased for his college classes, it also holds the mystic belt that gave him his powers as Tempest, and as a bonus allowed him to magically change into his trade mark costume, buried under a big pile of books. If Winry could see the belt, she would know exactly what she was dealing with.

Gerald lets out a low whistle when he looks around the car he was lead to. The drinks, the leather, the TV….this car most likely cost more money than Gerald had ever handled in all of his life. “Beautiful…..rather strong….and incredibly rich from the looks of things. I think I might be out of my league here.” His dark, diamond like eyes once again meet her molten gold ones….and this time he sees something different in them. Before they were lazily amused, decadent and seductive. Elements of that were still there, but now there was something far more predatory to them, bringing to mind the old saying “The female of the species is more dangerous than the male.” It was as if he was seeing a different person’s eyes. No, that wasn’t quite right; it was more like it was a different version of the same person. He meets those eyes, not flinching, his dark eyes showing bravery and arousal in the face of such a seductive and intimidating woman.

“Do you often drag young men into your car, lock the doors, and drive off bringing them home on a whim?” His voice is a rich baritone, joking as he makes no attempts to stop things from proceeding. “You best be careful, to the outside observer this might look like kidnapping.” He leans back in his chair, relaxing, and his muscles clearly visible as he quickly shoves aside his intimidation at his new rich surroundings and once again achieving some kind of comfort. It was clear that underneath the calm swagger, however, that Winery and her car were making him nervous, aroused, but nervous

 

[Yoshie]

Winry smiled at him a bit irate but she understood what he meant. Her eyes, those same eyes that she could change no matter what told on her all the time, she was bold but never this bold. She was strong but not strong enough to almost flip over a table in the pastry shop and she was irrational but not enough to just casually place a fifty dollar bill on the table and leave without saying a word. No this was the work of Temptress. Yes, Lorelei was to blame for this, she knew what she was doing and she was doing it well. She was determined to get this man to her house and damn near fuck him out of his skin. Yes, she would suck his dick till she could tell the man his blood type. She touched his face and said in a low tone “I have plans for you…” Her voice was different, more exotic, it made chills down a man’s spine and the lust in her eye was unmatched by any beast that bear resemblance. She heard his joke and a cocky smile flashed against her face, it was more of a confident I know what I am about to do smile.

“I, my Innocent am used to getting what I want. I am always in control when it comes to matters, at least cardinal pleasure matters. I know what I want and what I want right now… is you!” She pulled him close to her and shoved her tongue in his throat. She wanted to taste him, the cake and maybe his whole damn existence if he’d let her. She played around in his mouth some more until she was finished and then her eyes went from the bright singe yellow to the calming river of gold, like she was ashamed of what she had done. Looking away from him she heard the car screech. There were at her estate. She cleared her throat and got out and opened the other side of the door for him. The estate was on a hill and below the hill was a very vast lake. The gates to the first entrance opened and they rode past the outdoor garden and the fountain to the front door. The double doors read W.S. She pulled out a 15 ct. white gold skeleton key from her breasts and inserted it in the slot and opened the doors.

"6 bedrooms 5 1/2 bathrooms, one master bedroom, and a kitchen loaded with food. To your right is the indoor pool, your left spa area and recreational room, the middle is the dining hall and the other is the kitchen. Beds, and my master bedroom and bathrooms are upstairs. Then there is the basement to the left of my office, and down the hall from that is the library. Oh! Watch the waterfall curtains on your way in Innocence wouldn't want you to get all wet now." She said holding the front door open.

 

[Jashin]

Gerald was different from Winery. While a costumed hero with a secret identity, he did not truly possess two personas. Even when in costume calling up gusts of wind to knock criminals off their feet, Gerald still thought of himself as Gerald. Tempest was just a cool name that matched his powers, and it was something that was a requirement to do the job. The innocent yet strong young man who could look into the Temptress eyes and, while acknowledging the dark allure they held, keep looking without flinching or becoming some kind of drooling idiot was Gerald and Gerald alone.

The sudden, almost feline way she moved in to snare the kiss was faster than Gerald could react to. Considering that just last week he had moved fast enough to leave a pair of muggers gasping for breath in a back ally, this was really saying something. The ferocity with which she kissed him was like nothing the young hero had ever experienced before.
Yes, he had kissed other girls in his life, but to call this and those past experiences the same things seemed like calling the Mona Lisa and a kindergarten’s macaroni painting the same thing. Yes, it was technically true, but it did not begin to describe the depths of the experience. Once his head regained enough sense to register what was going on, it tried to participate in the kiss. His tongue moved around, tasting the cake and a flavor that was just uniquely hers. But despite his best and most valiant efforts, he could never quite take the lead in the kiss. Every time he would try he would get close only to have her tongue once more exert its dominance.

He was left panting when the car came to a sudden stop, a slight groan escaping his lips as she parts from him. As she does back up, she can see that her sudden assault on his lips had a very noticeable effect on him. His heart rate had increased, his breath came in shallow pants, and a rather impressive erection had formed in his jeans. He awkwardly tries to hide it, or at least not draw attention to it, as they move up towards the manor. A more alpha male type might have tried to display his assets to attract the attentions of the female, but while strong of character Gerald was still relatively young and feeling more outclassed by Winry by the moment.

Of course, the waterfall curtains help him keep things under control for the moment. Gerald can’t tell if she held off mentioning them so he would purposely be soaked or if it had just honestly slipped her mind, but a moment before she gives her warning the cool water drenches Gerald from head to toe, make his rather well defined musculature easy to see. A slight blush crosses his face as he regards the situation, before trying to save face with a standard super hero quip. “Well, that’s my only change of clothing on me. Do you have a place that I can dry off or do you like what you see enough that you want to keep me this way?”

 

[Yoshie]

What he tasted was not only her but her favorite poison, Johnny Walker. Yes, she partook in this poison at least once a day and it was at least a bottle a day. Once he got in the house she noticed that she warned him a little too late about the waterfall curtains and they soaked his body leaving a sensual body of brick that seemed to be carved by Michael Angelo himself. He looked to be Adonis in full realism. She licked her lips as she roamed his body with her eyes; she had never seen anything like him. His figure, almost god-like his skin seemed to be kissed by the sun and his eyes, those lively dark gems of wonder, those seemingly lightless eyes held something of a luminous glare to them. His eyes were what drew her in and could not keep Lorelei at bay. Her eyes now a golden yellow, if he noticed they were calm at first but now they were alive, with seemingly a fire in them.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a astonishing body. I mean, look at your chest.” She stopped her sentence and then took off his shirt. Then continued again, “You’re biceps are amazing,” She said undoing his pants. Once she realized what she was doing her eyes went calm again, that bright burning gold turned to a cooling yellow once more. “I will get you some clothes.” She giggled and then said, “Well now that I’ve touched you I need to change my clothes as well.” She stared him in the eye and reached behind her and un zipped her dress. Yes, she was that flexible. Then she took each shoulder and pulled it down. She undid her bra at the same time and slowly pulled them down. Once this was done they fell to the floor and she bent over and pulled her underwear off as well. Now she was standing before him naked. She did an about face and bent over, without bending her knees so that he could get a good shot of her ass. With this motion she picked up her clothes and then faced him again.

“If you will give me yours I will wash them in the basement.”

 

[Jashin]

Gerald had no idea what was going on. Her hands, so soft yet firm, were running over the both of them. As if by magic his clothing disappeared, lying bear his magnificent body. A crimson blush breaks over his face as the cool air now settles against his bear, damp skin. The blush increases tenfold when Winery removes her own dress and undergarments, giving Gerald a true sight to behold. Her breasts, her ass, her body twisting this way and that with a fluid grace that seemed almost supernatural. She was nothing less than a goddess made flesh. A primal being of seduction, a huntress who stalked her prey and then ensnared it, taking what she wanted. Gerald could feel his cock hardening from the display, an arousal that bypassed his upper brain kicking in at the sight of her.

For his part, he was the very image of the archetypical young hero. Strong, confident, but inexperienced in the face of a woman like Winery. He resembled nothing so much as a stallion that had to be tamed all powerful muscle and lean, corded limbs. Looking at his now rather erect cock, the comparison to a Stallion becomes even more apt. He tries to regain some of his swagger, to take back some form of initiative in the situation, but a slight trembling in his voice and the blush still on his face reveals just how far Gerald is out of his depth. “You feed me cake, give me a ride in a fancy limo, and then have me naked within minutes of getting into your house. I am not sure, but I think you are coming on to me.” He bends over and gathers up her clothing, following her as she leads him to the basement. He wonders what new surprise she had waiting down here. With everything he has seen so far, nothing much would surprise him at this point.

 

[Yoshie]

She shook her head and then waved her finger at him. “Now, I would invite you down into my basement but sadly it would not be becoming of me to invite you to such a place… so early. I know nothing about you… and you know nothing about me.” She smiled and then gathered the clothes up to place them in the washer and dryer. She made sure that he was not behind him as she went down the steps and then found the washer and dryer and began cleaning. The problem with her basement was not the fact that she had naked pictures of herself all over the basement, no it wasn’t because that half of the basement was her sex kingdom no, it was because the other half of the basement was her lair and where all of her costumes and her favorite items to use to torture lay till she need them.
Once the clothes were safely tucked away she fumbled around and tried to hide her secret identity if he so chose to come down the stairs all he would see was well… in a word erotica. She moved to the table with the leather handcuffs. Walking around the table she smiled. Touching the table she sighed.
Looking around the room there were pictures of her in different positions. Her favorite was one with her face in the carpet and her ass in the air.

 

[Jashin]

Gerald passed back and forth upstairs, his skin till wet from sudden water full and his body derived of the clothing she has so quickly stripped off him. A light blush remained on his face as he debates in his mind whether or not he should disobey her request and follow her downstairs. On the one hand, he did consider himself something of a gentleman, despite the rather naked lust Winery had displayed and had so easily brought out in him; he did not want to go against her wishes while he was a guest in her house. On the other hand, he was dying to know what a woman like Winry would have that she did not want him to see. After all, she had stripped and given him quite the look before she went down stairs, whatever she was trying to protect it was not her modesty. He wonders if perhaps she didn’t want him to follow because she had some kind of surprise in store for him, and that sent a shiver down his spine. Already she had proven herself to be full of surprises, each one more exotic and passionate then the last. After some debate, he decides to let her play out her hand and see what she has in store. He sits down in one of her rather nice and plush leather chair, in his mind trying to calculate how many of his paychecks one of them would cost but stopping when the number got to depressing. Instead he waits with baited breath for Winry to return or call for him to come down.

 

[Yoshie]

She finally came up from the basement after hiding all her superhero things, but she kept the pictures on the walls, she kept her naughty things sprawled on the floor, and for some reason having being surrounded by her raunchiness she was pleased. On her way up the steps she grabbed another shirt for him to wear no shorts, just another shirt. Finally heading into the kitchen she went to where he was standing, their eyes locked again and she lifted the shirt up to him. “Here, this is for you. The shorts are in the pantry don’t ask why I turned the pantry into a laundry bin. They are all clean I just never… threw them away. But anyway would you like something to eat or drink, I am heading into the kitchen.” She said standing before him naked. Yes, bare all out naked and she was very nicely shaved with a cute little ‘W’ where there was hair left. You could see it clearly if you stared long enough.
She smiled at him; it was a genuine smile not one of those fake corporate smiles that she usually gave when she was doing business. Heading into the kitchen her hips moved with a vengeance. Her ass bounced with each stride and she bent over when she opened the fridge, without bending her knees. She was looking for something it was obvious and when she found it she let out a high pitched yay sound. She rose and pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Red label. Now she began searching for a glass, the problem was that there were glasses in the near cabinet but no, she wanted a special glass. She looked in the bottom shelf and pulled out her special wine glasses. Taking the one that had her name engraved in it she began to pour in her poison.
“This here, is my favorite drink, his name is Johnny Walker… I don’t know when I fell for him… but it’s something about his charm that keeps me coming back.”

 

[Jashin]

Gearld blushes as Winry returns from her basement, still naked and holding a shirt out to him. He notes that the shirt would be far tighter then the one he was wearing, showing off his chiseled chest and huge biceps. He gets the feeling that looking at the garment that she is holding that he is getting a preview of how the dark haired goddess would dress him provided that she got the chance. For odd reason he also saw a lot of tight black leather in that would cling. His thoughts are drawn away from this by the near perfect ass that bobs up and down as it heads to the kitchen where a promised drink awaited. Looking once more at the shirt in his heads and back to that ass, he tosses it down. If his host was going to remain naked, then so was her guest. This was the idea that he arrived at as a compromise between his desire to be polite and a gentleman and the naked animal like lust that tied him to Winry like a leash, making it impossible for him to turn away even if he wished to. His manhood hardens to truly impressive lengths, almost as if it was striving to meet with Winry's approval. With such a magnificent example of masculinity, it was sure to impress.

Gerald quickly sits at a table, his face scarlet red as he forces himself to look Winry in the eye, not allowing her to see that he is intimidated by having drinks with a beautiful naked women. "Johnny Walker? I can not say I am familiar with the drink." He takes the glass she had picked out for him, taking a smell of the beverage. He barely notices it, when the scent and vision of the woman before him overwhelming most of his thoughts. He holds his glass out for a clink "cheers" he says, taking a sip of the drink, closing his eyes and swishing the drink around and swallowing his eyes and trying to calm himself, unable to do so with her so close.

 

[Yoshie]

Her hands wrap around the glass as she moved the liquid poison around. Bringing the vice to her lips she tasted heaven in sips one after the other and one more frequent than the last. Placing the bottle in arms length she kept her eyes on it as she decided to take a seat on one of her bar stools that were near the island counter. Nipples now hard because of the cold liquid she was ingesting she eyed him up and down and then raised her eyebrow as she noticed that he was not wearing the shirt that she had picked out for him. Even though of all shirts she did give him the muscle shirt that would compliment his figure something fierce and make her fantasies more naughtier than they were at the moment but she knew that she could not act upon her lust, at least not until permission was given but like the Temptress that she was she would wait till the time was right for her to make her move.
“Well now Innocent, you are not wearing the shirt that I’ve given. Is it because your Mistress is naked? If you must know why it is because I would rather not dirty up anymore clothes. Besides it would be in vain seeing as though I sleep naked anyway. So, tell me, do you live in these parts? Are you visiting? What are your hobbies?” She said eager to know all or at least something about the man that she had her prying eyes on. His lips, begged to be kissed. His chest, she just wanted to lay there and his eyes, those damn eyes of his sucked her in every time and she would find herself staring aimlessly into those orbs of mystery. What was it about him that was so… alluring, so infatuating and so desirable? What made her want him, and what made her want to be at his beck and call whenever he was around? She could not place a finger on it, but one thing was to be sure… she wanted to place her fingers on him.

 

[Jashin]

The real reason that he didn't get dressed while she was naked was simply male pride, he didn't want to look nervous in front of her, and slipping into clothing while she so confidently strutted around naked would very much, at least in Gerald's eyes, make it seem like he was baking down. He can't take his eyes off of her, now matter how or where she moves. Each movement brings his eyes to a different part of her body. When she drinks his eyes go to her pale white throat as the sinful liquid goes down her throat. When she reaches for the bottle, his eyes go to her long arms, lithe and limber muscles stretching out. When she sits still, his eyes are drawn to her breasts, the nipples erect from the cold, the massive fleshly globes bouncing and jiggling with each movement. And when she talks to him, his eyes go to her golden, golden eyes. Those eyes seem to shift between playful decadence and sinful dominance. One shade proclaiming enjoyment at the teasing and the flirting, and the other promising things he can't even imagine with him at her feet. Those eyes are so much more alive then anything he has ever seen before, and they make him swallow his anxiety and put on that boyish, charming grin as he engages her in conversation.

"So, I'm your Innocent and your my Mistress eh? Makes me wonder exactly what kind of relationship you have in mind here." He lets out a slight chuckle, though he is only half joking. He moves on to deal with her questions, answering one by one. "Well, I have a flat on campus, your hallway could comfortably fit the whole thing in here so its not much to brag about." His own super hero equipment all came from his mystic belt coupled with his skills as a street fighter, so he did not need a lair to hide his things in. "As for hobbies, well I jog and do some lifting, but mostly I practice at a dojo in town. You have to be careful when looking for a place to practice, there is no law saying who can and can not open up a studio so you get a lot of fakes trying to swindle people out of their money. This guy though, he is a real pro, must be in his late 80s. I think he said he came to the states after the Korea War, didn't want to stay under the communists." All this was true, though what he doesn't mention is that the man is the now retired costumed crime fighter the Silent Dragon, who in his old age was now content to pass on what he has learned to others. "And you, Miss Seduction? What interests hold your eye?"

 

[Yoshie]

Seduction’s eyes twinkled. “You…at the moment.” She said with a sly grin on her face. Johnny Walker was working his magic, that poison had an effect on her that would make her snake tongue tell the truth in a heartbeat. Johnny’s poison coils were wrapped around her tightly and he was not about to let go. She eyed him lustfully, taking in everything he said into account she liked how his lips moved when he talked. She liked the way his lips hugged the glass, she marveled at the liquid fire, she envied it at the same time. It got to taste what she could not. It got to move on his lips and cascade down his throat like she wanted her tongue to do. Those hands… those strong hands she wanted wrapped around her, holding her tight, caressing every inch of her body.
“Look at you Innocent, is it that hard to maintain such a goody goody persona? Tell me…Innocent, have you ever spent a night in paradise? Ever frolic in the wonders of passion? Mmm… ever tasted from the cup of ecstasy? Would you like to? Would you like to know what it feels like to be bad…? Let me tell you… it feels so, so good. It’s like a high you’ve never felt before. It’s like water in the desert, heat in the arctic. Let me be your addiction…”

 

[Jashin]

Gerald's smile remains, one that is indeed good. One that looks at her with honest, unhidden lust, but that also broadcasts something more then that. His smile says that he wasn't out to cheat her, or have a one night stand and then leave. Oh, he wanted to fuck her, what man could look at her form and hear her voice and not have that desire? But there was more to it then that, something truly good as opposed to evil or wicked or self serving. Along with the smile, however, is a blush as red as a rose, one that shows that under his bravado and boyish charms there is something that is indeed intimidated and enticed by the seductress before him. "...No, its not hard for me to be a goody good. It -is- hard for me to stand here, trying to flirt with you and play this game of cat and mouse. I really am a more straight forward kind of a guy, cards laid out on the table." He seems to gain some more confidence as he speaks, perhaps it was that he was just admitting what he wanted, or perhaps it was the near mystical powers of Johny Walker imbuing him with courage. He stands up and walks closer to her, the blush still on his face but his pace steady and unwavering. "...If you want to show me whats its like to be bad, Miss Seduction, I invite you to hit me with your best shot." He is standing an inch from her, his breath hot, as he waits for her to make her move. He stands there like a warrior sacrifice to the dark goddess, his fate in her hands.

 

[Yoshie]

Smiling, she looks down; there was that fire in her eyes again. She touches his naked body, her hands run up and down his chest. He is physically fit, she looks him over once more he is like an Adonis carved from the purest marble come to life and is now waiting for her to make her move. Her eyes are fixed on him, all of him and every inch she wants to please. She takes in his musk, his scent, something about it so primal yet so, supernatural. Her tongue is out now, panting like a bitch in heat. She wants it, she needs, it she desires it more than her beloved Johnny Walker, that’s right, no flavor can come close to what she wants to taste right now.
“You… are your trying to seduce a Snake dear?” She says walking a circle around him. “Are you trying to tempt a Temptress? Lure a Luster?” She touches his back pleased; it’s just as wondrous as his front. She then scratches his back playfully, enough to show him that she likes pain both ways. She then smacks his ass… hard, once this was done she moved the glasses off of the kitchen counter and sat on it wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. That fire in her eyes burning brightly her eyes a bright yellow, no this was not Seduction talking this indeed was Temptress. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it rough. Pulling him to her she said daringly, “You said hit you with my best shot? Then you fire away!”

 

[Jashin]

The way she circled around him, The feel of her nails digging into his back, the sound of the smack ringing in his ears as a red hand print appears on his ass. He knew then that his blunt approach had made him pass the point of know return, her legs and arms ensnare his body like powerful serpents, bringing the two of them so very, very close to each other. Her voluptuous breasts press into his chiseled, being squished flat as his eyes meet hers once more, seeing they had taken on that darker tone once more. He knew that dealing with those eyes was dangerous, and he didn't know how enticing them was going to turn out. Maybe it would be a night of passionate love making. Maybe it would end with him in chains at her feet. Perhaps something even more unpredictable would happen. At that moment, Gerald did not care. She was here, and she wanted him, and the fact that such a women wanted him made his heart beat all the faster. He takes his strong,powerful arms and wraps them around her waist, pulling her tight against his body as he puts his lips to hers. He tries to take the initiative, his tongue running over his lips as he gentle lays her down on the table, his strong fit body on top of her, pressing down into her. He moves with a kind of innocent, polite gentleness. Looking to make sure that she is being pleased and that he is not hurting her.

 

[Yoshie]

“You are being gentle, loving, caressing. Winry likes that… and that is all fine and good for her… but not for me. No! I want you to handle me. That scratch on your back, it will get worst. Those handcuffs in the drawer to the left use them on me. I have not had a challenge yet, I have not…until now. I want to see you at your worst, I want to see you naughty, dirty, nasty.” She hissed at him. She kissed him, and drove her tongue into his mouth hungrily she ran her fingers through his hair and growled as she bit his lip. She was hungry and if he was looking he could see it.

“You’re not dealing with Winry dear, yes you are attracted to her I can tell, you want her I can easily see but I need to be satisfied first before you can have her. You need to treat me bad, real bad. I’ve been naughty and I need you to spank me, and not that phony shit either. I want your worst. There is rope in the living room under the magazines-“ She stopped and dug in the top drawer of the kitchen and there was a spiked collar with gold spikes she tugged on it more and with it came a chained leash. “This… put this on me…I think you know what to do when it’s on.” She said with a lustful grin. Winry was the opposite of Temptress, where Winry liked cuddling and making love Temptress was naughty and wanted to be dominated, seeing as though it made sense because Winry herself was dominate.

 

[Jashin]

Gerald pants, gasping for air after the hungry kiss she gave him. The young man was did -not- see this coming. The collar and leash was being offered to him by someone other then the woman who had been teasing and seducing him this whole night. Even had she not referred to Winry as if she had been a different person, her manner was completely different. While Winry seemed to be in complete control of her environment like a dark queen over looking her realm, this version seemed more wild, with no sense of control and only naked desire. To be put in charge of someone like that was not something Gerald had ever done before, was not something he had ever even considered before. More then that, though, he had questions that needed answering. He takes the collar from her hands and tosses it away, it clings on the ground still within sight of the couple as he speaks to her. "You seem to be giving a lot of orders for someone who seems to be dominated, which is odd considering that Winry seems more like the type to be slipping collars on to other people then asking for them to be put on her." He firm puts a hand around her wrist, not squeezing hard enough to hurt but making it very clear just how strong he was and that he did not want her leaving. He pushes her back into the wall, his hard body pinning her and his still hard cock rubbing against her leg. "Who are you, and where is Winry?" Gerald was actually worried about the chance that someone was controlling her mind, as he had encountered at least one villain with that power.