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Anemone hopes (anemone_hope) wrote in sons_of_cain,
@ 2008-12-05 00:12:00

Entry tags:

anemone, becca dubois, complete, mirage, sudore, vampire, wednesday: early november

Who: Becca and Anemone
What: First meeting
When: Late evening
Where: In and out of Sudore
Rating: NC-17 (sexual content and language)
Status: Complete

As Anemone woke that night from her cat nap, it took her a moment to realized that tonight was a night to get excited over. And why not get excited? She had the night off from following around the Sanguine and doing their bidding and for her, it was always a night of fun. She would be as loud as she wanted to, she thought as she grinned up at the ceiling, which, of course, faded quickly as she remembered where she was. The Sanguine Compound was not a place for her to be smiling or having much emotion at all whether the Elders were near her or not. Never could be too careful in this place, it wouldn't surprise her if the walls had eyes and ears or at least some device to see if she had emotions. It was hard being a happy-go-lucky person with a Sire like Lucian but as far as she could remember, he had never really done anything to her that would be seen as painful or even torture. She had heard so many stories ... but maybe they were just that. Or maybe, that was why she couldn't remember her first 100 years of life because her mind had blanked it out on purpose.

Shaking her head quickly, she rolled out of her bed and focused on the small tasks she had to complete before leaving the compound and getting to the city. First, she had to make her bed, pull the red silk comforter up and under the pillows then pile the little decorative pillows on top to make it look like an actual slave had done it. No human would be touching her stuff. This was her private room and only the four Elders were ever allowed in it because she could never say no to them. It was as if it had been imputed into her brain. Shaking her head once more, she almost growled at herself for dwelling on such useless things. What would her past do for her now that she had nothing but the life as a lap dog to three different vampires other than her Sire? Nothing, that's what, she told herself coldly as she mussed with the pile of pillows on her bed. She didn't need it and it didn't need her. It was in the books and in minds of others so why did she have to want to know it? That was just it. She didn't and she never would. She hated it.

Sighing lightly, she stepped away from her bed and peeled off the short shorts and the tank top she slept in, both black of course, and folded them neatly before placing them in her small dirty clothes hamper. They took up less space that way and dismissing the thought, she went to her small closet, picking out one of her own makings, a black lace dress that had a piece of tight satin for the top with layers and layers of lace for the skirt, making it a bit poofy around her legs if it had been that long. It only reached just above her knees because she liked showing off her collection of knee high boots that she had. She loved those shoes as if they were children and as she pulled out a leather pair of shoes whose souls were three inches thick, she almsot smiled as they fit perfectly to her legs. Making sure they were zipped up, she went over to the small table she had in the corner and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a set of hair pins.

Purple it was going to be tonight, she decided as she pinned up her dark brown hair in her infamous messy style at the back of her head, leaving the strands to trail over her shoulders and brush against her back. Her hair wasn't all that long but it was long enough to reach the middle of her back when it was fully down and now, it reached just above her bra strap. The outfit was completed with a wide purple ribbon around her middle that seemed to make her eyes seem even more teal, as if they weren't a real color to be seen in a face at all. The finest mix between blue and green, the color of oceans before the Earth was all but destroyed and knocked out of it's axis. Doing one more check as the ribbon was tied into place, she paused to do her dramatic black eye makeup before heading out of her room and out of the complex.

The walk over to the Mirage was a slow and long one but every step away from the compound made her feel a little lighter, as if the place put a weight on her body. By the time she reached the hotel she saught, she was almost giggling with the lightness her body was feeling. Tonight was the night she was going to finally look into the club she had heard about, the Sudore. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would find a model to help her make her clothes other than Theo and Fritz. Right now though, that didn't matter to her because as she entered the place, she had a moment to pause and see how empty it was. Head tipping to the side, she looked around again as her now uncertain feet made their way over to the bar, wondering if she was early and the place wasn't really open yet or not. Hmm, she thought as she turned back to the bar, I suppose it doesn't matter.

Famous last words for anyone but if Anemone knew anything, tonight wouldn't be her last no matter what happened in this club.

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betty_lust
2008-12-05 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Becca was cleaning off the residual from the last customers which sat there. It was, of course a table by the dance stage where Maeve had danced, and much to both ladies' dismay, these guys were worse than the punks she'd seen in New York. Maybe even more rude than herself...which is why they disgusted her so. Rolling her eyes as she lifted one of the chairs, her mind moving the broom to sweep out the dirt from underneath that the ruffians dragged in. Becca was indeed pissed off, and it showed in her heavy New York accent. "Ugh, imagine, assholes like this treating me like shit..fucking up Dante's club...glad Thomas kicked them out. Idiots deserved it. Ouch!" Breaking her concentration, the broom handle knocked her in the back of the head as she was wiping off the corner of the table.

Rubbing her head and stashing the towel in the side of her apron pocket, she crossed her arms and with the tilt of her head, the remnants of the garbage on the table were swiped off and into the trash bin at the side. Nodding her head and proud that she had finished the job, she swiped at her forehead with her index finger, and moved a dark tendril that fell over the pale flesh on her brow. Leaning down to pick up the dust pan and standing back up, she caught sight of the woman which had just walked in.

"Be right there, sugar!" her throaty voice finding it's way to the black-clad chick that had looked a little lost in the establishment. Snickering to herself, Becca dumped the dust pan to empty it into the can and moved the broom and the dust pan into the corner of the waitress station while she tended to this morsel. And a lovely one at that. "Babe, you look about as tasty as a Betty Page poster I got pinned up on my wall. Wanna be my next acquirement?" She winked and let this girl know her full light-hearted self wasn't going to allow her to have a rotten time in Sudore. "What'll you have? Be glad to get it for ya, and with a flare." She flashed one of her brilliant painted-red smiles while keeping her sky-blues on the other.

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anemone_hope
2008-12-05 07:21 pm UTC (link)

Even as she was slightly lost in thought as she looked at the empty place, it was quiet enough that she heard what seemed to be an odd accent to her and her eyes moved to that direction, seeing a woman with short dark hair. It wasn't her body that she concentrated on in that second, it was the fact that she seemed to be watching as things flew up in the air and were cleaned. It was almost too dizzying to watch because in all her years, she had never seen anything like it and she found her self taking a step closer to the other woman. What was it that made all those things move on their own like that?

Blinking lightly as the woman spoke to her, she took a step back as if she hadn't moved from that spot in the first place, finding a smirk grow upon her lips as the woman grew closer to her. It had been quite a long time since she had flirted with a woman ... and a vampire at that but this woman demanded that kind of attention. As she grew close to Anemone, that smirk grew and she felt heat creep slightly to her face as her eyes drifted over a perfectly female body, one that was even better than her own ...

"My my, such a sliver tongue you have. Are you quite positive you aren't a devil after my own heart?" Her words were sprinkled with a flirtaous manner, as if she would indeed find herself in bed with this other woman, her head tilting to the side after a moment. "I must say, however, that this is my first time here and I have no idea what it is you serve ..." She thought once more of just stealing this woman out of the club and dragging her back to her room at the Caesars Palace where she had all her material hidden away. She could just see the dress forming in her mind as she waited for the other to speak in that amazing voice once more.

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betty_lust
2008-12-08 04:11 am UTC (link)

Becca's voice came forward with a rough sound, almost a growling purr as she licked the tip of her tongue over her top teeth and tipped her head, raising her right hand to rest it on the curvaceous hip of her own, and shifting her weight. "I've got more than a silver tongue, sweet heart. And you never know. This devil may be wanting more than just the heart that lays under those perfect fucking tits." With a light laugh, the seductress slid behind the vast bar, and raising her arms and sliding her fingertips over the edge, leaning over as her arms spread open and resting her breasts on the bar top, she gave her best smile to the other.

"Well then, we have killer drinks, alcoholic of course. I can whip you up a Screaming Orgasm in a lick of a clit. By the way, sugar, that's a drink." With a single thought, three bottles slid out of place from behind the bar and from behind her as well, twirling around each other once before placing themselves on the bar, and a mixing tumbler slid down the bar and into Becca's hand from the other end. Picking up the mixing tumbler, Becca tilted it as well as her head with a wink of a baby blue.

"Name your poison, babe, and maybe I can be a cure later." Becca was completely a crass flirtatious mess tonight, and with her flamboyant attitude with the way she was dressed, it just added a rough sparkle to the club. This night she happened to choose a tight black lace shirt, scooped down to her cleavage and baring the tops of perfect full breasts that rested atop a latex and leather corset laced in the front and the sides, and a velvet skirt that was so short, if she bent over, the black g-string panties she wore would beam at anyone staring hard enough. All this topped with a pair of two inch platform boots which rode up to her middle thighs, a brilliant red, it made her look more like a tart confection than an employee.

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anemone_hope
2008-12-08 04:56 am UTC (link)

Anemone found herself smirking at those words, wanting to reach out and caress a finger down the woman's throat so she did, making her nail scratch gently along the skin. Vampire, she decided after a moment, a purr coming from her own lips but it was more feline then the other's had been. This little lotita style vampire had had more than enough years to practice such things by herself and away from the Sanguine when she was bored. Making her nail and hand drop away just as it reached the other's collar bone, her smirk grew a bit bigger, stuck on the joy ride it was to flirt with such a sexy beauty.

"As if your's aren't made to sport a bite mark in them." She said, that purr still lingering in her voice, wishing that she could use her power of voice to send shivers down the woman's spine instead of just cutting her skin. It had it's usefulness but sometimes, it was as useless as ... something she couldn't think of at the moment as the woman was walking away to get to the bar. Good for her, Anemone thought with an almost grin as she went to sit in front of her, crossing her legs carefully to not flash the other as her skirt moved with the process.

Breathing a laugh at the description of speed, she had a second to think of when the last time she had even had such an encounter before laughing a little more, leaning forward a bit as she once again watched the woman move things with her mind. And interesting power that must be to have and very, very useful if you had your hands full ... or empty, she thought with a small smirk.

She was being awefully dirty minded tonight, she thought before her eyes raked over the woman in front of her, eyes lingering on the outfit just about her stomach area and it was no wonder. Anyone not tempted by such a woman would have to be asexual, but then again, she had met such people that didn't like sex at all. Useless humans. Shaking her head lightly, she placed her elbow on the bar and rested her head in it, watching the movements that making the drink caused, her odd ocean eyes moving up and down and back and forth as if it were some sort of tennis match and it wasn't only the ball she was watching.

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betty_lust
2008-12-08 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Once the shifting of the bottles and mixing tumbler was finished, the bottles replaced themselves, and the mixing tumbler poured its contents into the glass with the sifter sliding into place on the top of the tumbler. Her eyes stayed to the other with a look of utter seduction through those baby blue eyes while the tumbler and strainer placed themselves into the sink, and the glass slipped into Becca's hand.

Quite proud of herself at the mixture of the drink, Becca handed the glass over towards the woman and leaned futher across the bar. "Free of charge, sugar. It's on me. Then again, it could be you on me later." Still holding onto the glass, she waited until the woman grasped the glass before even letting go. She was going to make a game of this, tease her a little. It was Becca's specialty.

"So, what do I call you, other than delicious?" She was definitely going to have a little of this one tonight. Older or not, she had her own needs to attend to, and this woman had her attentions undeniably. Becca was never one to reason with, bad attitude and all, when it came to sex. If she was going to get it, she was going to get it come hell or high water.

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anemone_hope
2008-12-08 09:52 pm UTC (link)

Her eyes continued to watch the other's body and she felt herself tighten her legs together as if she were needing the pressure in that area, her head tipping a bit as the glass came towards her, almost sad that the show was over so soon. Slipping her hand slowly over the bar, she slid her hand over Becca's wrist before going to grab the glass from her, her fingertips sliding over the other's hand.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had gotten such a chance to flirt so hard but for this beautiful of a woman, she would do almost anything. Taking a sip of her drink, she set it down and licked the bottom of her top lip slowly, as if that was supposed to be a show and it was, all for the woman in front of her. "It's good." She said after a moment, leaning forward on the bar so that her chest was pressed to it as the other's had been, her head rolling to the side and up a bit.

"They call me Anemone but I am sure you can give me a nickname that would suit you tounge..." She said in that velvet voice, her smirk quickly becoming something sensual and making her fangs show a bit. She wanted badly just to bite into this curved woman, anywhere she could find a hallow. The hallow of her throat, elbow, breasts, hips, inner thighs, it didn't matter where but she knew that for a woman, the inner thighs were the best.

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betty_lust
2008-12-12 10:15 am UTC (link)

Anemone's hand slid over her wrist, and Becca let out a little femme fatale purr, bestial in mannerism, her fingers slithering against the sweet little digits moving from her own hand while letting the glass go. When the other woman's tongue slid over her lip, Becca couldn't help but do the same, but not for the taste of a drink. More like thinking of the taste of that luscious bod that was directly across from her.

Maeve was always there in Sudore for Becca to flirt with, and damn, she loved doing it because it made her even more horny to dance, but this little vampire just an arm's length away from her was too delicious to pass up. She wanted this morsel in the worst fucking way possible. Becca wanted to lick that body up and down, inside and out, and oh shit, the tricks she could use during sex with her using her abilities. So hot.

Her hands folded under her tits were beginning to have a mind of their own, running her thumb over her nipples absentmindedly. Tilting her head, Becca grinned at the other and moved out from behind the bar, and strutted slowly towards Anemone, feral eyes locked on her the moment that a song came on...good bass...good throb...and fucking damned good beat. As Becca would call it, a 'fuckable beat'. Biting on the tiny piece of flesh in the center of her upper lip, she stepped up to Anemone and ran her finger down the front of her throat and down slowly to rest at her cleavage. "Let's dance, sugar, and see what you're fuckin' made of."

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