TGG
Absolute
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2018
- Location
- California, USA
Maxine Vargas
A name that many in the BDSM community had written off for the sake of Nepotism, as everyone knew that she was only in the brand of "Familiar Fun" for the sake of the chase. Her mother, on the other hand, was a well respected, and often times was sought out as the main woman for the ideal experience when it came to the Umbra Club. Like the name was aptly applied, most of their activities and goings-on happened at night, or within the shadowy confines of the underground. While her traditions spanned from discretion and word-of-mouth, the technology and ways of speech were advanced beyond the decades that the community were left in the dark, despite the constant news and streaming ideas being bounced off of one and the other.
Maxine, on the other hand, understood the way things were changing. Even for her twenty-first, and juggling with coaching and keeping up with the Club's interests, had figured out that things needed to be changed. Aside from being in a world filled with the weak and fat, she believed wholeheartedly that the sexual world was set to be dominated by the strong and sexually hungry. The website set up in the Clubs name was hardly discrete, nor was the delivery in its structure and means of getting things done. An application process was handled, specifically in the name of the mother of everyone known only as Mistress. Maxine's mother, or rather her known alias for handling business properly. The young fitness-dominant nut had a plan prepared, well in kind for the slightly obscure search for "Bulls".
Anyone with a cohesive thought could have understood the invitation well enough, as the small-time city surrounding the shadows had pelted the rumor mill with the Umbra Club's members as they searched around for the proper man to fill in the role. Soon enough, with enough time and effort, one of the recruiters had brought Maxine's attention to the name of someone with the username that no one could hardly pronounce without the efforts being met with a struggling mindset. With the resume that the supposed Bull had to offer, Maxine would have been a fool to ignore the call. For the sake of her mother and everyone rooting for her to fail, she went to the man's home with the intent of convincing him to join their lovely community of safewords and taboo sexual cravings. The next thing the young woman knew, she stood in front of the door to his home, though had issues with simply reaching the doorbell, as her simple five-foot two inches of hardbody was unable to properly ring the doorbell without hopping slightly. She cleared her throat and turned to the black SUV behind her parked on the curb just a distance away, before she adjusted the hem of her skin-tight tank top, the Club's logo plainly against the fabric on her chest as she waited for the door to open.
A name that many in the BDSM community had written off for the sake of Nepotism, as everyone knew that she was only in the brand of "Familiar Fun" for the sake of the chase. Her mother, on the other hand, was a well respected, and often times was sought out as the main woman for the ideal experience when it came to the Umbra Club. Like the name was aptly applied, most of their activities and goings-on happened at night, or within the shadowy confines of the underground. While her traditions spanned from discretion and word-of-mouth, the technology and ways of speech were advanced beyond the decades that the community were left in the dark, despite the constant news and streaming ideas being bounced off of one and the other.
Maxine, on the other hand, understood the way things were changing. Even for her twenty-first, and juggling with coaching and keeping up with the Club's interests, had figured out that things needed to be changed. Aside from being in a world filled with the weak and fat, she believed wholeheartedly that the sexual world was set to be dominated by the strong and sexually hungry. The website set up in the Clubs name was hardly discrete, nor was the delivery in its structure and means of getting things done. An application process was handled, specifically in the name of the mother of everyone known only as Mistress. Maxine's mother, or rather her known alias for handling business properly. The young fitness-dominant nut had a plan prepared, well in kind for the slightly obscure search for "Bulls".
Anyone with a cohesive thought could have understood the invitation well enough, as the small-time city surrounding the shadows had pelted the rumor mill with the Umbra Club's members as they searched around for the proper man to fill in the role. Soon enough, with enough time and effort, one of the recruiters had brought Maxine's attention to the name of someone with the username that no one could hardly pronounce without the efforts being met with a struggling mindset. With the resume that the supposed Bull had to offer, Maxine would have been a fool to ignore the call. For the sake of her mother and everyone rooting for her to fail, she went to the man's home with the intent of convincing him to join their lovely community of safewords and taboo sexual cravings. The next thing the young woman knew, she stood in front of the door to his home, though had issues with simply reaching the doorbell, as her simple five-foot two inches of hardbody was unable to properly ring the doorbell without hopping slightly. She cleared her throat and turned to the black SUV behind her parked on the curb just a distance away, before she adjusted the hem of her skin-tight tank top, the Club's logo plainly against the fabric on her chest as she waited for the door to open.