Vice ~  Healergirl, Manoir & Black Jade
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				Title: <strong>Vice ~  Healergirl, Manoir &amp; Black Jade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Jade</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 03:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s6.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/E83636C0.jpg)</div><br>Lijuan Tze finally fought her way to a spot by the dressing room's mirror, trying to keep her hand steady as she piled her black hair onto her head and applied vivid red and black colours to her caramel skin.&nbsp; Without her six inch perspex heels she was only five feet tall and slightly built, certainly no match for the more buxom dancers at The Cage.&nbsp; Her routines the last couple of nights had only elicited a tepid response from the baying audience and Dimitri, the club's manager, had told her she had to pull out the stops tonight or find another job.<br><br>Like their were other jobs.<br><br>Lijuan was intelligent and hard working but employers heard her Chinese accent and treated her like a peasant.&nbsp; Although she was 22 she looked barely pubescent and Americans of every other ethnicity seemed to relish patronising and belittling her.&nbsp; The job market was atrocious and every entry level position was being fought over by literally hundreds of applicants.&nbsp; Her foreign name meant she rarely even made it as far as an interview and even if she did, it was probably only to tick boxes on migrant interview quotas rather than a serious desire to assess her suitability.&nbsp; The only interviewers who even appeared to give her the time of day were lecherous middle-aged men who just wanted an excuse to sit and stare at her.&nbsp; It was soul destroying.<br><br>She had replied to a want ad in the newspaper, a tiny box of text advertising for 'nightclub dancers aged 18+' and even before she even picked up the phone she knew what she was getting into.&nbsp; On the outside, the warehouse building was wholly unmarked and it had taken Lijuan ages to find The Cage.&nbsp; It was highly exclusive but for all the wrong reasons.&nbsp; Tattooed Russians sat waving banknotes alongside Italian Mafia men, Hispanic gang members, Triads, Yakuza, senior representatives of organised crime from all over the city.&nbsp; Inside the club was luxurious, if pitched at men who liked their clubs dark and seedy.&nbsp; Way in the back there were poker games, bare-knuckle fights, shooting galleries, dealers and plenty more illicit fun besides.<br><br>Lijuan felt ridiculous in her Japanese themed outfit but she had to carve her own niche here.&nbsp; All the other girls had signature outfits and moves that made it difficult for Lijuan to put together her own routine without getting accused of plagiarism.&nbsp; Currently she was the only Asian on the books so it had made sense to just go nuts with that theme.&nbsp; Lijuan had a couple of black and red fans that allowed her to dance without copying anyone else's style and once she had ripped open the zipper at the front and cast off her dress, the two fans would be the only things covering her modesty, until near the end of her act.<br><br>All too soon it was her turn to go on stage.&nbsp; Lijuan knocked back a double vodka to loosen her up a little.&nbsp; The last couple times she had smiled too much, the other girls had told her.&nbsp; She had an innocent and if the truth be known, underage look about her so she was going to aim for sultry and knowing rather than wide eyed enough to disturb all but the nastiest perverts.&nbsp; Likewise, her attire and make-up were trashier and more adult than the silk kimono she had worn on her first night.&nbsp; Hopefully this time she would strike the right balance.<br><br><em>"... proud to present The Cage's newest talent, Lily!"</em><br><br>She chose a Japanese chill out dance track, with traditional instruments playing a slow melody, backed up by a slow-paced backbeat and lots of heavy, fuzzy bass; east meeting west, just like her.&nbsp; This time 'Lily' also made eye contact with her audience, something she had been too nervous to do before.&nbsp; She let her body undulate without over-thinking it too much, gratified when she people yelled and catcalled.&nbsp; The butterflies in her tummy faded away and she actually managed to shrug out of her PVC dress without it looking awkward, her hips rotating to push her ass out and distract her viewers from her upper body disrobing, her back to the audience for a moment.&nbsp; She strutted on her heels instead of tottering, faking a confidence that she didn't really have.&nbsp; Finally, she got down to the two black and red fans, covering her breasts and mound with them.&nbsp; Lily gyrated slowly to the insistent beat, fluttering the fans with skill that had taken her three solid days of practice, covering different parts of herself as she danced and turned.&nbsp; Her piled up hair emphasised the slender curve of her neck and made her stand out.&nbsp; Finally, she tossed the fans to the floor and danced naked but for a G string of fake pearls, though still with oriental grace and poise.<br><br>When her act was over, there was definitely more appreciation from the men watching.&nbsp; Some of them beckoned her over and she knelt at the edge of the stage, too self conscious to crawl like other girls did but collecting bills in her G string just the same.&nbsp; After a few minutes Lily thought that everyone was done with tipping her and she began to pull away, aware that Dimitri would want the stage clear for the next girl.&nbsp; Then she saw a hand lift in the corner of her vision and turned her head to see the most enormous man she had ever laid eyes on, his skin deeply tanned and his hair full of dreadlocks.&nbsp; She watched, shocked, as Dimitri approached him, displaying a deference she would never have thought him capable of.&nbsp; Lijuan collected her costume and props and went backstage.&nbsp; She had just put her outfit back on when Dimitri reappeared.<br><br><em>"Lily, get your ass over here!"</em><br><br>She hastened over, fully expecting to be told that she hadn't been good enough and was fired.<br><br><em>"The tall guy out there, with the hair... you saw him?"</em>&nbsp; Dimitri was the kind of guy who thought 'foreign' meant 'deaf.'&nbsp; Lijuan smiled and nodded politely, her ears ringing.&nbsp; <em>"Well I am here to tell you that he owns half this fucking town."</em>&nbsp; He paused to let his words sink in and Lijuan tried to look suitably impressed.&nbsp; <em>"He wants you to sit with him.&nbsp; Get some Champagne from the bar, the good stuff.&nbsp; You keep him happy, ok?&nbsp; He is now your personal God."</em>&nbsp; Dimitri grimaced and decided not to mince words.&nbsp; <em>"He will want to touch you, kiss you maybe have you sit in his lap, ok?&nbsp; You let him do what he wants.&nbsp; He will pay you, very good tip, ok?&nbsp; Can you do that, because if you can't I'm going to have to send another girl over."</em><br><br>Lijuan deliberated but only or a moment.&nbsp; She needed the money and being kissed and groped wasn't really that big a deal.&nbsp; If this man really owned half the city then the compensation might just be worth the ordeal.<br><br>"Ok, I can do that.&nbsp; I will keep him happy."<br><br>Lijuan fetched an ice bucket with Champagne and a couple of flutes, then wondered if it was presumptuous to take over a glass for herself.&nbsp; She was agonising over the dilemma when the bartender slapped her ass and sent her out with both glasses.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Don't just stand there keeping him waiting!"</em>&nbsp; He hissed.<br><br>She approached him warily, while trying to appear relaxed.&nbsp; She had unfortunately reached his table before she realised that nobody had told her his name.<br><br>"Hi there."&nbsp; She purred.&nbsp; "Did someone order champagne?"&nbsp; She set the bucket and glasses down on his table and sat down on the chair beside him.&nbsp; She had to crane her neck just to look him in the face.&nbsp; "Are you having a good night?"&nbsp; She ventured, wondering what the hell she was expected to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vice ~  Healergirl, Manoir &amp; Black Jade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Manoir</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 14:27:48</strong>
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				Alone by choice at his back booth where the careful arrangement of tables still allows him an unobstructed view of the stage, Darius watches the dancers' fake breasts, worn-out expressions of seductive lust and calculatedly hydraulic moves with growing ennui, sorry he chose The Cage to start his evening. It's all too predictable and foregone, and the X he downed an hour ago is mainly making him jumpy and thirsty, so he swills down the Stoli tonics Dimitri keeps sending too-familiar girls over with, and maintains a stony expression and silence which blow him a bubble of isolation that his reputation here ensures no one will prick.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/KitanaMK2011.JPG)</div>Maybe the X achieves some synergy with the liquor, or maybe its the promise of some new kick, but he finds his interest suddenly piqued when the new dancer, 'Lily,' takes the stage in her scarlet plastic sheath with her two fans. Darius just won a record-speed victory over the four-armed monster Goro on the pirated version of&nbsp; Mortal Combat:Deception he loaded into the Xbox in the limo – a meaty, flawless X-ray Fatality based on alliance with the Kitana character, who wields razor-sharp <em>tessen</em> war fans – and he sees Lily's accessories as a portentous omen. But unlike Kitana, whose inflated physiognomy, designed to inflame adolescent ignorance, is a montage of weightlifter's and cosmetic-surgery attributes, Lily seems at home in her own compact body, with its small, shapely breasts and lubricious, even-toned caramel skin, suggestive of that quality Darius attaches to certain Asian women of an airy, pneumatic underlayer to their flesh, so it's incomparably soft to the touch and excites in him twin desires to inflame and corrupt.<br><br>A slight inclination of Darius' head in the club owner's direction brings Dimitri scurrying in a servile crouch, to which Darius responds with a negligent uncurling of two fingers toward the stage, and forestalls any verbal obsequies on Dimitri's part with a curt directive: "Sen' me tha' lady over when she done and dressed again, an' make sure she plenty respec'ful but not atall scared, you feel me?" Darius keeps his eyes on the stage -- where the object of his attention has undulated herself bare but for the shifting concealment of her fans and the immodest ornament of her pearl g-string – and his mien sends the proprietor off in obedient, purposeful silence, nodding his fervent intent wholly ignored.<br><br>While he waits, Darius opens his pinky ring and measuredly inhales a line of blended cocaine and crank to cut through the vodka's down and re-assert the X, so that by the time 'Lily' arrives with her offering of champagne, he feels suffused with easy charm and so accepts her offered libation with a cordial smile, and responds to her inane question with pleasantly modulated baritone encouragement: "Truth, it was lookin gloomy as graveyards till I seen you dancin' up there, but now I can see it jus' gonna get better for both' us..." and after a click of flutes beneath a soulful look, he goes on, "Now why'nt we two climb outta this flesh pit an' seek us some more refined entertainments?" Then he stands without waiting for her reply, adds, "bring them bottle and glassware along," and, without a look back, leads the way up the switchback stairs and out into early autumn city midnight, where, with Ward at the wheel and Ernt riding shotgun, Darius' femur-inscribed, monogrammed Hummer limo idles at the curb.&nbsp; <br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Darius_Limo.jpg)<br><br>At their approach, the rear door swings wide on hidden servomotors and Darius ushers the girl inside, follows her, and, as she gawks at the vehicle's interior opulence, toggles the lighting from soft-white fluorescent to deep violet UV blacklight, to suit his burgeoning mood, then sits close beside her on the wide fluid-cushioned bench seat, runs a long, tapering finger up her inner arm, tracing lines of veins from wrist to top of her bicep, and demands in an intimate murmur, "So, tell me, beautiful thing, what's your real name and your drug of choice? <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Limo_interiors.jpg) </div>Imperceptibly from within the vast, blacked-out passenger compartment, the limo swings away from the curb and accelerates smoothly out into the rain-slicked, reflective maze of city and night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vice ~  Healergirl, Manoir &amp; Black Jade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 14:47:53</strong>
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				A woman with a mission will often to go any lengths to carry it out.&nbsp; Strike “often“ make that “always“ and you had Detective Carol Neathawk.&nbsp; Not Nighthawk, Neathawk.&nbsp; Calling her Nighthawk was perhaps the only guaranteed way to annoy her.&nbsp; Her personal drive to get the job done ah gotten her in considerable trouble during her career both personal and professional.&nbsp; A willingness to turn a blind eye to lawbreaking that wasn’t directly connected with her target had hurt her career advancement, but helped her success rate - which was all she really cared about.&nbsp; The only standards she truly cared to meet were her own, which were high enough.<br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/28/Alexandra_Hedison.jpg/220px-Alexandra_Hedison.jpg)<br>&nbsp;Personally… she had scars.&nbsp; Some physical, others mental, emotional, deeply buried.&nbsp; Internal Affairs had never quite managed to pin anything on her because it was very hard to prove that a suspect had seen something she clamied not to have noticed in the heat of action.&nbsp; But pulling that kind of trick off meant working alone more often than was safe and her targets were much less concerned with rules of evidence.&nbsp; Actually killing a cop was entering dangerous ground indeed, but anything short of that, well, it happened.&nbsp; Once she had been brought very close to that line indeed. She chalked it up as a learning experience to be more careful and buried the rage and fear that had burned in her gut.<br><br>And tonight she was at the Cage.&nbsp; It helped that she had been here before when off-duty.&nbsp; A few knew she was police, a few more suspected, most thought she was just a leather-jacketed dyke who tipped well.&nbsp; As it happened, a tip had brought her here tonight.&nbsp; The dancers were the sual lot of surgery enhanced bimobs.&nbsp; She gave every one of them a couple of dollars, more to those who were naturals with no surgery.<br><br><br>The new Asian chick caught her eye at once.&nbsp; Elfin beauty, Chinese by the look of her but in Japanese costume.&nbsp; She actually laughed at that but genuine Chinese clothing would probably confuse the Johns.&nbsp; All they knew about oriental clothing came from Anime or Manga most likely.&nbsp; Carol watched her out fo the corner of her eye as Dimitri intercepted her before she could go up on stage.&nbsp; A casual study that went high priority when the woman was sent over to Darius.&nbsp; Well, well, how about that?&nbsp; Neathawk mused as she shifted in her seat away from the dancer and the crime lord- but still keeping them in the corner of her eye.&nbsp; She raised her glass to her lips and whispered “Subject is now with an Asian dancer, she brought champagne.&nbsp; She might be his new club toy.”<br><br>&nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Gun_mod_1.jpg)<br>"Shit."&nbsp; she continued softly, she had expected them to settle in at the bar, she was caught slightly off-hop.&nbsp; "They're heading up the stairs back to his Limo.&nbsp; Not that we'd have trouble tracking that."&nbsp; She waited for the pair to leave, then downed her drink and headed out another door.&nbsp; Half a blocks walk and she slipped into the waiting car.<br><br>"Tail two and three have him.&nbsp; That tank of his doesn't exactly blend in." the driver was Pete Malloy, and older cop and an old friend.<br><br>&nbsp;Carol nodded and made go, go motions as she flipped open her laptop.[/img]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Vice ~  Healergirl, Manoir &amp; Black Jade</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Manoir</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 18:03:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Stress_position.jpg)</div>When Lijuan doesn't quickly respond, Darius presumes she's properly dazzled by the limo's lights and luxury, and smiles broadly at her: "Jus' what I like," he chuckles: "a lady who's let me make her choices for her!" He slips his near arm gently around her shoulders and then, as, obedient to Dimitri's orders, she relaxes into the embrace, he tightens his hold, pulling her head and shoulders over his lap as he slides all the way back in his seat and pushes the hem of her skirt up to grasp her thigh just above the knee. His huge hand encircles Lijuan's leg completely as, with irresistible downward pressure, he forces her to her knees on the thick carpet, facing away from the bench with her back to him, and traps her torso between his spread legs. His hands grip both her upper arms and raise them straight up over her head. "Relax now 'n' don' be 'feared," he murmurs, bending his head close to her ear so she can feel the heat and moisture of his breath, "an' it's gonna feel <em>real</em> better soon..."<br><br>Darius nuzzles Lijuan's hair as he lifts his head away, then slides both his hands up her arms to the wrists and easily grasps both in one hand, so he now has his other hand free and Lijuan is still immobile, arms stretched straight up, locked kneeling by the pressure of Darius' knees against the sides of her ribcage. He pulls her joined wrists up and back, forcing her spine to arch, leans his head forward and to one side so she's looking upside-down into his face, shadowed by bars and columns of dangling dreadlocks, and says, in a tone of stern warning, "Now you jus' hol' real still now, an' everythin' be all right..." he frowns&nbsp; "bu' you go twitchin' an' kickin' roun,'', and it's gon' be ver' <em>ver</em>' bad!"<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Needle_tip.jpg)</div>He brings his free hand into her view: it holds a large glass hypodermic, half-full of dark fluid, purplish&nbsp; with scarlet shimmers in the red and lavender light, and as Lijuan's eyes widen at the sinister promise of the slant-cut needle-tip, he stretches her arms tighter overhead, brushes the hard, cool barrel of the needle sideways across her parted lips, and then scratches the tip lightly downward, scribing a fine, red stroke on Lijuan;s caramel skin: from mouth-corner over chin and under jaw, down her throat's valley where her larynx emerges from surrounding muscle to the hollow at the base, from there sidewards along her collarbone and, at her shoulder, downward again into the sensitive hollow of her exposed underarm. <br><br>"Now <em>this</em> the delicate part," Darius says, visible&nbsp; in the periphery of Lijuan's vision as a dark mass of still coils of hair, his voice tense with concentration as the needle makes tiny, exploratory pricks in the taut skin of her armpit, "'cause there be one nice big vein here, the su'clavian, it call,' bu' there also be one great art'ry, an' if we prick that 'stead, then goodbye, baby!" He turns and licks the inner surface of Lijuan's arm from pit to elbow, "B't I think we got it now... s' jus' you <em>Sssshhh!</em>" and with a hiss of discharging tension, Darius advances the needle deep into Lijuan's armpit, under the muscle that supports her breast, along the margin of her first rib, through the elastic, nerve-rich tunic and into the fluid lumen of her subclavian vein.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Armpit_inject.jpg)</div>"That be the one," he says with pride, as he retracts the plunger to draw into view the light-red blood that confirms he hasn't breached the artery, "an' now..."&nbsp; he thumbs back the plunger to draw still more, and waits patiently for Lijuan's blood to blend with the heroin-cocaine speedball in the needle's barrel, "... now comin' the good part....jus' <em>huusshhh!</em>" and with a deep sigh of completion, depresses the plunger, feeding the mixture into her vein. <br><br>At last, the barrel empty, he withdraws the needle, sets the hypo aside and, with his hand free again, unzips Lijuan's gown down the front. His hand roams over her upper body, massaging especially deeply around her shoulders to speed the flow of the drugs to her heart and brain, but he also caresses her breasts, rolls and pinches her nipples, and presses his fingertips deep into the softness of her belly and the breathing corrugations of her ribs. Then he moves his hand back up to her breasts and throat and, as he does so, twists Lijuan halfway around so now, still kneeling, she's caught between his thighs with one just under her breasts and the other behind her shoulderblades, her arms still held outstretched, but now more horizontally, to tighten her back's arch. And Lijuan's head, which, as the drug feeds in, has drooped back and down toward the top of his thigh, suddenly -- as his legs close hard to squeeze her ribcage and force her breath out in a <em>whoosh!</em> -- rises to meet his kiss. <br><br>As their mouths meet, he releases her wrists and grips her by the hair. 
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