Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Private)
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				Title: <strong>Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 22:26:01</strong>
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				The room was expansive and bright with tall, deep windows carved into the smooth, handcrafted marble.&nbsp; Just inside the front door stood a mammoth statue near twenty feet in height of the Greek goddess Peitho who is draped in a long toga with an arm outstretched in an elegant and beckoning fashion.&nbsp; Light from the midday sun flowed in through the plethora of skylights above to bath her in luminescent glory, but she was not the only figure to grace the rather decadent entrance hall.<br><br>Venturing past her gracious figure, one would find a black and white checkered floor made of the same hand chiseled marble.&nbsp; To both the left and right were a pair of semicircular alcoves with windows carved into the curvature of the wall which allowed more light to flow in and illuminate the two statues who observed each who entered.&nbsp; On the left was Eros, holding a magnificent harp.&nbsp; His head was adorned with a laurel wreath while his body was left bare for all to witness in awe, and just as Peitho's arm was outstretched to beckon all inside, Eros' own arm reached out and downward as if to beckon those who entered to join him in his carnal ventures.<br><br>To the right, in his own alcove was Dionysus.&nbsp; His head was also wrapped in a similar laurel wreath, but his arm was not outstretched.&nbsp; Instead, his right arm curled up with his hand grasping at the neck of an intricately carved and decorated urn which rested upon his shoulder with its imaginary contents flowing out to fill the glasses of all and any who dared enter into the festivities further inside.&nbsp; His left arm was bent down with his hand resting on one hip to hold a toga which had apparently fallen loose, exposing him to all who viewed.<br><br>At the far wall was the last of the once powerful figures.&nbsp; Standing a little taller than the others was Priapus with his signature erection, standing long, thick, and proud out and upward from his body.&nbsp; Behind him was a smooth, white semicircular alcove which he stood just in, and water flowed down its sunlit surface in ripples and waves, giving the entire chamber a rather calming ambiance as the sound echoed softly.&nbsp; His head remained unadorned, showing his slightly curly locks which hung down to just above his shoulder.&nbsp; His face was bearded, and his eyes looked down into the chamber in just the right way so that anyone inside, no matter where they were standing, might feel his seductive gaze.&nbsp; His body was also unadorned so that all may view his virile glory without obstruction.<br><br>At the foot of the statue sat a rather large and ornately carved desk.&nbsp; Columns were carved into its front to mimic the columns lining the edges of the large lobby which looked to be of the elegant Ionic order.&nbsp; The desks surface shined in the light as the lone figure behind it stood, shuffling papers and and organizing appointments.&nbsp; He was the receptionist, operator, or concierge.&nbsp; The man went by many titles, but his job remained the same.&nbsp; He'd been running the Olympia Baths for years now, and inside, he was the grand marshal.&nbsp; He made the rules, and had enforced them on more than one occasion.&nbsp; He was the sole person who gave access to what was behind the rather large doors which stood to frame the desk on either side.&nbsp; Those who had been patrons for years knew him as Eduardo, but those who were new or infrequent customers only called him 'Sir.'<br><br>He was nearly always busy even if it did not seem so, and he only looked up when someone approached the desk.&nbsp; Eyes which shimmered in the light much like the glimmering pools deep in the Baths looked up to stare at the next customer to enter.<br><br>(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/5186/modelmain9.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Torch, Nich, Ryven, grdell)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 06:26:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img2.pict.com/c7/a2/b1/1624144/0/300/marcus.jpg) (http://img2.pict.com/c7/a2/b1/1624144/0/marcus.jpg)</div><br>Marcus Steele opened the outer door to Olympia Baths, just as he had done at least once a week for the past few years, since he moved to the city. His booted feet crossed the threshold and the door closed silently behind him, silencing the traffic that whizzed by on the street. From the outside, the Olympia Baths was a nondescript building; plain, featureless, unremarkable...from the outside, that is.<br><br>But once inside the heavy outer door, the ornate and lushly appointed interior belied the colorless fascia she presented to the world. Inside, the building was alive and pulsing with the unmistakable thrum and scent and atmosphere of masculinity. Marcus' footsteps echoed along the marble floors of the lobby, as he largely ignored the gods and goddesses on display. He was interested in far more earthly delights.<br><br>He approached the desk with a practiced air, as one who had done this hundreds of times before, smiling and greeting the man behind it like a long lost friend. "Eduardo! How's business tonight?" Marcus pulled out his membership card and ran it through the magnetic card reader on the desk. As a lifetime member of Olympian Baths, he was entitled to a personal locker and first choice of rooms. <br><br>Eduardo smiled as he checked Marcus in for his usual 12 hour stay. "Mr. Steele, good to see you. Business is fine, just fine." The man handed Marcus his key to his room as Marcus signed for it. "I hope you enjoy your time with us, as always." <br><br>Marcus nodded and winked. "I'm sure I will." Eduardo pressed a button behind the large reception desk, which unlocked the inner door to the all-male sanctum, allowing members access. With a grin, Marcus pushed the now unlocked door and stepped through, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Torch, Nich, Ryven, grdell)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 13:53:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Trenton1.jpg)</div><br>Trenton Masters was a quite well known man in town, hell, probably in the whole state. He was known for being ruthless, quite conservative and good friends with one or the other Politician, or Judge. He had sent quite some defendants into the death cell, and he certainly had his way with the Jury. He had his Law Firm in town, and most of his private life was a well hidden secret. Maybe he wasn't the type to yell it all over the place, that he wasn't exactly a Ladies man. There had been rumours now and then, mostly from the Yellow Press in search of the next scandal. But he never outed himself in public. Why should he? Who he was fucking with, was just his business, after all. <br><br>But here, at the Bathhouse it was so different. So relaxed, calm and easy going. He tried to visit Olympia as often as his overly busy schedule would allow. And he came whenever he was in the mood for...a nice piece of ass. There was always some willing guy, eager to please, after all.<br><br>Trenton hadn't been here in about a month -his last case was long and quite labour-intensive, and it practically took up all his time and his focus. But now the sentence was spoken, just two days ago. Another criminal safely stored away from the public, and it satisfied Trenton to no end. And.. now he had the time, and the mood to relax and...more..very likely.<br><br>The State Attorney opened the door and one truly stepped into a whole different world. It was loud outside from the people and all the thick traffic, but in here, he felt relaxed, for the first time in weeks. He shut the door and he made his way across the front Lobby towards the counter, watching the of coruse familiar man behind the desk with keen eyes, a soft smirk on his lips and a slightly lifted brow. Trenton knew Eduardo for a while already, after all, being a regular guest of the noble etablissement since he opened his firm in town, maybe eight years ago.<br><br>He was dressed in a rather conservative looking suit, dark blue, with an off-white dress shirt beneath and a dark blue silk tie. The garments fitting quite nicely over the man's obviously well taken care of body. He dropped the bag in front of the desk, and each time he looked at the lovely statue of Priapus, Trenton couldn't help but grin rather smugly, but it faded by the time Eduardo looked up from whatever he was busy with at the moment.<br><br><em>"Hello Eduardo. Yes, yes I know, it has been a while." </em>Trenton said in his deep, smooth voice, while he held his hand out, for the key, of course. It was handed to him and Trenton offered a short nod, before he picked his bag back up, and stepped into the inner sanctum. <em>"I'm sure I will, Eduardo!" </em>He called back to the man behind the desk. Of course, Eduardo wished him a most pleasant stay and all this. The door closed behind him with a soft 'click', and Trenton made his way towards his room. He longed for some.. good time.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Trenton.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Torch, Nich, Ryven, grdell)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 15:08:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/471/bernardovelascobydidio.jpg)</div><br>Peter Mathus stood on the rather large sidewalk outside the nondescript building.&nbsp; His eyes, the color of rich earth, were currently staring down at the small business card held between his thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; He'd stolen it from his father's desk the last time he visited.&nbsp; The selfish son of a bitch had a habit of sneaking off at night or during the weekend, and Peter had finally figured out that this was the place he'd gone to.<br><br>He thought the man might be having an affair with someone behind his mother's back though it wouldn't really matter to him.&nbsp; Their marriage was doomed to fail, and he was sure that the only reason they had been together all this time was for Peter's sake.&nbsp; It wasn't a happy existence when each of your parents were vying for your attention, knowing that their time together was short.&nbsp; Maybe that's why the boy had the attitude he did today.&nbsp; He wasn't afraid to tell off his parents...or anyone for that matter.&nbsp; 'Spoiled little rich kid' was what he got a lot, especially behind his back, but he knew he could always call his father in to wreck someone's life.&nbsp; The man was powerful enough to do so being a multimillion dollar business man.<br><br>The 23 year old boy turned toward the outer door, grasping its cold metallic handle to pull it open, and once inside, the atmosphere changed dramatically.&nbsp; The room was nearly silent save the sound of running water and the echo of his pristine Nike shoes stepping across the floor.&nbsp; There were a few statues of gods, he assumed, but he didn't recognize them.&nbsp; He took an exceptionally long look at the one sporty a massive woody behind the counter and cocked a puzzled eyebrow.&nbsp; Just what was this place?<br><br>He spotted the man behind the counter whose eyes seemed to zero in on him as an oddity.&nbsp; "May I help you?"&nbsp; His deep voice echoed the few feet away.&nbsp; As Peter moved closer, his nostrils were filled with the combined scent of moist air and masculine musk.<br><br>"Umm...yeah, sure."&nbsp; He noted the small shining name plate attached to the large desk which read 'Olympia Baths.'&nbsp; "I'd like to go in the back, please..."<br><br>Eduardo stared at him for a moment with a practiced eye before speaking.&nbsp; "First time customers must present a state or federally issued identification and fill out this form..."&nbsp; He slid the mirrored clipboard with single paper attached over to the boy.&nbsp; It was an application for membership, short and sweet, and after he filled it out, the man spoke again.<br><br>"Now if you'll give me your ID and pay the one time member fee of $1000, I'll let you through."&nbsp; Eduardo said with the hint of a smile.<br><br>The man was surprised though not noticeably that the boy pulled out a credit card and slid it through the machine.&nbsp; Having a rich father had its perks.&nbsp; Peter gave the man a glance before walking toward the door even before the man had signaled that he might go back, but before he could go through, Eduardo said one last thing to him.<br><br>"Be careful, boy.&nbsp; With an attitude like that in a place like this, you're going to be looking for trouble...and not the trouble you think."&nbsp; Eduardo said with a malicious smile as he hit the locking mechanism for the door.<br><br>Peter could only roll his eyes before pulling the door open and heading back, his back flipped over his shoulder with only a change of clothes inside.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/6007/bernardovelascotheboy9.jpg)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Torch, Nich, Ryven, grdell)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grdell</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 15:18:25</strong>
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				Dante Vickers was a man who was far smarter than he looked. Usually, someone who held seventeen patents and made his considerable income off of intellectual pursuits didn't have such a chiseled body - but Dante believed in living and playing hard. The truth is, his brainstorming usually came late at night, freeing up most of his day for the physical activities that kept him looking his best. And while he was, in fact, staring forty in the face from a very close distance, he was in better shape than most men half his age.<br><br>He enjoyed his time in the Olympia Baths for the same reason he enjoyed things like sky-diving and white-water rafting - for the physical thrill and pleasure in a life that would otherwise have been devoted almost entirely to his mind. But here at the Baths, he could let go of his cares and considerations and just enjoy the carnal side of life for a while. Besides, he felt he had something to celebrate as he had just received notice of another multi-million dollar patent infringement settlement. Life was good.<br><br>The opulent interior of the Baths appealed to his taste in the finer things, which was one of the main reasons he had started coming here back when Eduardo first opened the place. He prided himself on being one of Eduardo's first regular customers, and they had struck up quite a friendship over the years.<br><br>"Dante! Always a pleasure, of course," Eduardo said in his smooth voice.<br><br>"Come off it, Ed. You don't need to play the professional host for me." Dante was one of the very few people that Eduardo allowed to call him "Ed."<br><br>"Fine then, you dirty cocksucker," he replied with a snide grin. "Take your normal room and quit wasting my time."<br><br>"Ah, see? Now there's the Ed I know and - dare I say it? - love. Foul-mouthed, pushy and arrogant." Dante smiled back at him as he picked up the key to his normal room. "And I wouldn't have you any other way, you old hemorrhoid."<br><br>He pushed open the door to the private section of the Baths and felt his tensions already beginning to melt away to be replaced with an anticipation of the activities to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths: Front Lobby (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:14:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.pbeming.com/elliquiy/images/chaz.jpg)&nbsp; (http://www.pbeming.com/elliquiy/images/chaz2.jpg)<br><strong>Chaz</strong></div><br>Chaz had heard about it from a friend of a friend of a friend who was really drunk at a party. At first he didn’t know what to think. He thought the guy was coming on to him. The fat slob definitely wasn’t his type, but his description intrigued Chaz.<br><br>Three weeks later he found some free time and decided to take a chance. He had the money, he had the credentials. Now standing just in the doorway he nearly turned around and left. Chaz shook his head at all the Greek shit. He wanted a place to fuck, not to prance around in a dress with frickin’ leaves on his head. Perhaps he should have hired some hooker. He shrugged and decided to continue walking.<br><br>If it hadn’t been so Greek, Chaz would have mistaken it for one of Sadaam’s palaces. He smirked at the thought. Just outside Baghdad he stayed in one. He used a marble statue of the despot as a urinal. Best piss he ever had.<br><br>Chaz was a marine, well he had been a marine until he was found fucking one of his buds. He was discharged and used his skills in a darker line of work – hired gun. He didn’t assassinate people, but he made problems go away. For it he was well compensated.<br><br>Chaz was born to be a marine, he oozed machismo from his buzzed hair and facial hair down his body. His dark skin rippled with muscles. He even walked tough. His demeanor matched his façade. His theory was to either kill it or fuck it…before it kills or fucks him first.<br><br>Taking it all in Chaz noticed that the room was quite large, larger than he would have guessed from the outside. He kept his hands in his jean pockets, his right one fingered a simple one page application he was given for the club. His left hand held a stack of cash. Christ, he didn’t use credit cards…pussy thing to do. All cash for this daddy. 10 C notes folded nice and new were held in his fingers.<br><br>Chaz walked up to the desk and took his hands out of his pockets. His eyes glared into the stranger who cocked a half smile. Chaz set the app and the dough down.<br><br>“All in order. Enjoy your time.” Eduardo pushed the security button and the door unlocked. It unleashed an unknown that Chaz hoped could quench his thirst for lust.<br>
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