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masterful1 (masterful1) wrote in 4bidden,
@ 2014-10-16 20:42:00

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#week: 7, &day: wednesday, *character: mikhail, *character: willard schmidt (dropped), ~thread: abandon

WHO: Will Schmidt, Mika
WHEN: Week 7, Wednesday early morning
WHERE: The Club, underground near Will's compound
WHAT: Master probes his slave for weaknesses
RATING: PG-13 at least, language violence and hints of sexuality
STATUS: Closed, In progress

Stalking through the lounge area of The Club, a well dressed man headed for the pleasure rooms that were an offshoot of his business. The money rolled in because the fights got his members' blood pumping: violence, danger and the gambling. While this part of his business catered to the finer tastes of his members. Once their blood got pumping, they liked to let off some steam. Sex and violence were the things that Will capitalized on in this world of power struggles.

None of his own slaves had fought last night, other masters had been eager to advertise their slaves' fighting skills. And Will had filled his pockets while his flock of slaves kept escorting clients into the pleasure rooms. These rooms held silk beds, a St. Andrews cross, a swing, and more depending on the room. The prize slave, Mika, hadn't been seen yet. And it was past the typical curfew for clients to be gone. Will wondered if the dhampir had fallen asleep or if he was still having a good time being used.

Slowing his steps, Will waited at the hallway into the private chambers.

There was something about his winning slave that the crowd loved. Thinking over last month's battle against a werewolf, Will remembered that the dhampir had taken his time. He was damn good at fighting and winning. That was the same reason he was one of the most requested slaves in the bedrooms. Truth be told, even Will enjoyed the slave's abilities in the bedroom, too. But, he prized Mika's fighting skills more.

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airs_and_graces
2014-10-17 04:35 am UTC (link)

Mika had only just been able to untangle himself from the were who had purchased him last night, gathering up his clothes off the floor and getting dressed quickly. The way the man had cling to him made him think of a damned octopus. He was not one for pillow talk and being held by clients, but the fee had been paid and the man got to do what he wanted for the night.

Sneaking out of the room quietly, Mika wasn't at all surprised to see his master there waiting for him. It was later than usual that he was actually leaving. Pulling a cigarette out of his jeans pocket, the dhampir lit it and inhaled casually before walking over to the warlock.

"I think I should start getting a cut of what I'm sold for if I'm to cuddle with these pathetic people," he commented dryly, speaking fluid German in case the were had managed to wake up. "I'm going to smell like sweaty wet dog for a week"

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masterful1
2014-10-17 04:59 am UTC (link)

A deep scowl settled across his features as the dhampir approached. He didn't wait and turned to leave when Mika reached him. Expecting the other to follow through the bar and out into the fighting ring, he continued silently. The payment he received from clients kept the place running, and kept the compound bustling with luxury. Even the slaves were well taken care of. They were no fighting dogs.

There was little preferential treatment for Mika, either. All the slaves fought for a little appreciation or kind word. They would hang on Wills' every word to get better and win. Unfortunately, not all of them were worth their weight in bets. Some of them he bet on to lose.

"You haven't beaten anyone. And you are getting lazy." Articulating his english, Will signaled for Mika to

Rolling back into his native German, Will snarled at his slave. "If you think I keep you around to make dogs happy, you're wrong. You are only worth what they are willing to pay! And they pay for a vinner."

he room smelled like sweat, dust and blood from the fighting that had just happened. The fights did not allow for weapons, though. Practicing rules were different than fighting rules in this club. Moving to the raised platform, stark white in a room of cement, Wills turned around and sneered at Mika. Though he was actually smiling, his posture balanced and ready for a fight. "Come on, sweety. Have you gotten soft?"