Kowloon Nights (Captain Erotica & Yalda)
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				Title: <strong>Kowloon Nights (Captain Erotica &amp; Yalda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 13:51:37</strong>
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				Detective Cameron Wheeler stood in front of his locker at the Monk Kok Police Headquarters and removed his sidearm and it's underslung holster. Placing them on the top shelf of his small locker he smiled faintly as he changed out of his&nbsp; grey silk suit.Silk was cheep here in Kowloon and Cam had grown fond of the material. even his boxers were silk. He slipped into a faded pair of Levis and tucked in his blue silk dress shirt. Checking himself in the small mirror mounted on the locker door he gave a thumbs up and slammed the locker closed. <br><br>Cameron or Cam as his friends called him, was a thirty-six year old American who had parlayed his time in the military into a job as a police officer with the LAPD. But, his superiors had deemed him a bit too gung ho and reckless for their tastes and when, they had been ordered to send a detective to Kowloon to help work in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau as a foreign liaison Cam had been volunteered. It was pretty much considered a crap assignment with no room for promotion and while most of the officers agreed working in Hong Kong would be neat at first, in the end it wasn't a job any of them wanted. Except Cam. His superiors had expected him to be upset or angry, but Cam was actually had actually been excited at the opportunity.Having visited the country several times while in the military he had loved it there. <br><br>Hong Kong hadn't disappointed so far. The shopping was amazing, the food was delicious and the night life was hopping. Although he frequented the Wanchai area of Hong Kong on occasion as a cop and former service member he knew how shady of a place it could be. He preferred to hang out at the various pubs and night clubs on the Kowloon side of the bay. They were closer to his small apartment near Sham Shui Po Station, the women were descent and they tended be less seedier. Unfortunately the criminal element was always present no matter where you went, but in that respect Hong Kong wasn't much different than LA. <br><br>Tonight he was headed to Club Vegas.It was one of his usual haunts. Good music, lot's of hot women and shadowy nooks for those more private moments. He was hoping to see a certain woman there tonight. He had seen her a few times before, but everytime he'd tried to approach her she would leave or disappear on him before he could talk to her. There was an air of mystery about her, an aura of sorts that always left him longing for her deep into the night. <br><br>He walked the few blocks to the club, dodging and weaving through the throng of people as the standard red and black taxis zipped down the crowded streets and the store vendors hawked their goods to to the passerbys. Entering the club he took his usual booth in a booth in the far corner of the club, bathed in shadows.
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 15:01:08</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Her name was Nadezhda Tsaritsyn, though it wasn't always. These days she went by Nadya, to make it easier for the men to call out her name in the throes of pleasure, and make it more difficult for them to place her when they wake up the next morning with memories of a heady night. Vague enough to have been a wet dream. The one thing they would remember is a first name; Anna, Mila, Masha, Tasha, or Nina. She picked them from similarly nondescript places; a corner of some small street, the entrance of a convenience store, a public phone. They thought they had picked her out from the crowd when she had chosen them instead. They would hardly have noticed her if she didn't want them to. She was a good huntress. The years have taught her well.<br><br>But there were places she deemed as her havens, where she had decided never to hunt but simply to rest, to mingle with her prey and watch them with the same interest as a leopard eyeing silly deers grazing on dry grass. Like this watering hole in the middle of the busiest neighborhood in Kowloon. The scent of life was overwhelming inside the dark room with bodies moving to the music, a few couples stealing intimate moments in dark corners that her nocturnal eyes could see much too clearly. She found them entertaining, and sometimes even educating.<br><br>Seated at one corner of the bar, she had made herself as unnoticeable as she could, content only to watch tonight. Her minimalist black dress perfectly fitted all her curves, the neat lines ending exactly where they should. An obviously expensive dress, if not custom-made. It may seem chaste enough from the back, though the neckline plunged as low as her navel, showing a peek of her round breasts. Her dark blonde locks tumbled freely down her back and over one shoulder, covering one side of her face and casting distinct shadows against her delicate features. She had a dry martini in front of her, though it looked untouched, her finger absently twirling the toothpick with an olive staked through it.<br><br>Nadya watched a man cross the crowded club to take a seat in some remote part of the room, her light blue eyes lingering on him for a moment. He must be waiting for someone, a date perhaps. Single men looking for fun would be crowding near the bar, buying drinks for every other decently attractive woman they would care to fuck, not hiding in a corner. She placed the olive into her mouth and sucked it off the stick. She had hunted enough to last her a few more days without having to walk the nights for drunk and confused men, so she was content only to watch tonight, to while away the night until it was time for her to flee the sun's wrathful rays. Time was the one thing she had in plenty.</td><td>(http://i1063.photobucket.com/albums/t513/seranadies/tumblr_lf4erw5CaO1qcym7go1_400.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 19:09:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; (http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i305/SamuraiRob_2006/leo.jpg)<br><br><br>Cam ordered his usual drink from the pretty young waitress named Kim, who knew him by name. When his Long Island Ice Tea came he sipped it, while he watched the other patrons. Business was a bit slower than usual tonight, but he knew the Navy ships would be in port in a few days and the place would be packed with horny, drunken sailors. He wasn't looking forward to that. He was at his busiest when the ships were in and he usually ended up having to jump through hoops to prevent an international incident, because drunken sailors usually did stupid shit. Like that one kid last year who had literally drank himself to death. <br><br>&nbsp;He sighed and took a drink, washing away his current train of thought and slowly scanned the room. To the casual observer he just seemed to be looking around and taking in the scene, but to a trained observer, he was obviously casing the joint. He studied each face, paying special attention to certain women. It would appear as if he might be looking for a specific woman. One who looked a lot like Nadya.<br><br>&nbsp;As he sat, drank and watched he did something he rarely did these days. He let his mind wonder. Drifting through his memories of the last few weeks. Or rather the ones pertaining to a certain woman who managed to stay one step ahead of him. The long blond hair, the shadowy, mysterious features, the aura of power. She was unlike any woman he'd ever laid eyes on...Except maybe for Eve. His featured darkened as memories he'd rather forget came to him. Eve, the only woman he'd ever truly loved.&nbsp; And now she was dead, because of him. Or so he thought, though her death had never been confirmed. He was so lost in his memories that he looked Nadya's direction three times and failed to notice her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 15:51:38</strong>
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				Nadya was beginning to notice the man who kept looking back at her, feeling exposed and more than a little irritated. It would not do to be seen in these places. She used to have a gift for remaining invisible for all practical purposes, remaining under everyone's radar no matter how low her neckline was or how attractive some men might find her. Even the bartender here would hardly remember who it was he served the dry martini to tonight, or every other night. If she did not want them to see her, then they usually would not. But that didn't seem to be true for that man sitting in that corner. Stealing glances his way, she was almost sure that he was only gathering the courage to approach her to buy her a drink. Which would be bad. <br><br>That would mean she could not stay here anymore. She couldn't stay where people have seen her, <em>really</em> seen her. She had to keep moving and this time she wasn't ready to. Not yet. She was already so tired of having to rebuild a new life, afterlife, in an unfamiliar and unwelcoming city. <br><br>She took an unnecessary breath and huffed, resting the toothpick back into her drink as she slipped off her stool and onto her plain white heels. She placed enough money to cover her drink just beside the glass, in cash so as not to be traced, before beginning to make her way toward the man. She slinked easily through the small crowd of young professionals and their arm decorations for the night, somehow never touching any of them as she swerved past the moving bodies highlighted by the intermittent lights of all colors.<br><br>When she was close enough to say hello, Nadya turned over her shoulder and scanned the crowd to make sure no one had noticed her approaching this man. It was good that his corner was terribly dark, though not dark enough for her eyes to note how attractive the man was. For a human, she warned herself. Then she took that one last step to his booth, leaning her hands against his table to make sure he knew that he was the one she was addressing. She was aware of how exposed her low neckline was to him, and how her hands planted on the table pressed her breasts together for his viewing pleasure. She always did like playing up her advantages.<br><br>"Good evening," she said with an amused smile playing in her eyes, one corner of her lips curled up in a smile.
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 16:43:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;Cam was raising his glass to his lips, to drain the last of his drink, when one of the women he just been thinking about appeared out of thin air. The glass froze in place as he looked at her over the rim. His blue eyes danced wildly from her mouth, to her hands, up to her very lovely cleavage, down toward her hips and finally up to her eyes. He tried to make eye contact, but could never seem to hold her gaze for more than a moment. <em>It's her! The woman he'd been looking for. She was right her in front of him. And she was talking to him!</em> <br><br>Finally he lowered his now empty glass and found his voice. "Hello there Miss." He gestured toward the seat across from him. "Please, have a seat. what are you drinking?" <br><br>His voice was calm and held no hint of trepidation, but his heart&nbsp; was racing. so were his thoughts. <em>Damn she is one fine momma. She's so...alluring. there's something about her...what is it? Fuckin' A I so wanna take her home and fuck her brains out.</em> <br><br>He held his hand out in greeting, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm Cam."
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 16:12:49</strong>
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				Nadya noted how his eyes traveled along her body and let her smile widen in satisfaction. She may have had centuries of men ogling her, most commonly her preys, but the want in their eyes never got old. It matched her own hunger for warmth, life. She placed her little black purse on the booth before sliding herself onto the seat across from him, resting her elbows on the table neatly and her chin on the backs of her hands.<br><br>She watched him for a little longer than might be polite, as if there was something he did that was particularly interesting to her, like how readily he invited her to sit with him and the flicker of recognition she thought she caught in his eyes. Maybe she reminded him of someone familiar, or maybe he was a regular here and she just never noticed him before. Offering the warmest smile she could muster, she took his handshake, her own fingers chilled as if she had been holding on cold drinks all night. "Cam. Call me Nadya. I saw you watching from across the room," and she figured there was no need to beat around the bush.<br><br>"I only drink martinis," because they were among the easiest to purge after. Whisky burned and beer hurt her throat. She pointed to his drink curiously. "I've never seen that before. Iced whisky?" In a tall glass too, or was it the way they served liquor in Kowloon?
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 07:38:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; Cam watched her as she slid into the booth. His mind instantly entering detective mode, noting everything that might prove useful later. She certainly was beautiful, maybe even the most attractive lady he had ever seen. Unlike a super model or actress nothing about her as far as he could see was fake. All natural beauty. He tried to read her mind, desperate to know what she was thinking as she gazed at him over her cupped hands. He was beginning to think he had offended her somehow, when she smiled and offered her hand. <br><br>"Wow," he looked at her his eyes wide. "your hands are freezing." He realized he had started rubbing his thumbs over her chilled flesh and quickly pulled his hand back, hoping she would not get up and leave.&nbsp; "Nadya, such a lovely name. Russian isn't it?" He didn't think she looked very Russian, but kept it to himself. Maybe she was using a fake name for whatever reason. He told himself to stop acting like a cop and just sit back and enjoy her company. <br><br>"I apologize for staring," he told her, though he was sure he hadn't been staring at anyone let alone her. At least not tonight he hadn't. "But, a beautiful woman like you must have many men staring at you."<br><br>He held up his glass at her comment. "Iced whiskey? I wish, I could go for a good whiskey right about no. This is called a Long Island Iced Tea. It's got a shot of&nbsp; vodka, tequila, rum, gin and triple sec. It's also got some sweet and sour mix a splash of coke and some lemon juice. you should try it. good stuff."<br><br>He motioned for the waitress and ordered another drink."And a...Martini was it?" he asked Nadya.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 17:39:06</strong>
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				She laughed off his comment about her hands. It was always best to make the smallest deal out of it as possible, then they would think very little of the fact. Warm things help too, but not always. Nadya was well-put together in an effortless way, her face bare of make up save for the black liner highlighting her cat-like eyes and red lips. "Russian territory, at least. Was," she smiled in return, as if not wanting to go into too much detail for political reasons. It wouldn't be the best subject of conversation for a first meeting in a bar. <br><br>Lowering her hands so that her arms rest leisurely on the table, she leaned closer when he apologized, giving him some amused smile. "You caught me," she admitted, joking or perhaps not quite. "But then, it is--what do you call it--lady's choice, isn't it?" When he held up his glass, she reached out to press her fingers against the wet surface of the glass, her eyes watching the amber liquid with focused interest. "It sounds like you put everything in, except for whisky," she chuckled, pulling her hand back to turn to the waitress. "Shaken not stirred, please."<br><br>Nadya moved to cross her legs under the table, not so accidentally brushing her foot against his leg, though she made no mention of it. "Am I taking someone else's seat?"
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 18:52:12</strong>
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				The more he watched her the more enthralled he became. her seemingly natural beauty would make any woman jealous and her eye. They had such a feline quality to them and seemed to suck him in. like a black whole of desire. Her choice of words struck him as odd, but he dismissed it as unimportant. "Indeed the lady should always have a choice," he agreed with her. He watched her with great amusement as she studied his glass as if mesmerized and then laughed at her comment. "Yeah well, I don't think whiskey would taste very good with it, or it would probably be in there too."<br><br>Actually I was saving it for you, he almost said out loud. "No, not at all. I'm just here to relax and unwind after a hard days work." His blue eyes sparkle as he watches you. "So how long have you been in Hong Kong?"<br><br>when her foot had grazed his leg a tendril of excitement had rushed up his spine. This woman was electrifying. He couldn't explain why, but he wanted her, no he needed her. The longing he suddenly felt for her was stronger than he'd felt fro any other woman. Visions of them in bed together danced in his head as he struggled to stay focused on the here and now. It was a battle he was slowly losing.
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 08:38:24</strong>
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				Perhaps that was an archaic comment, so she brushed it off, in case elaborating on it might show her true age. Many men have called her an old soul. They would ask, did you have a difficult childhood? Were you the eldest of many siblings while your parents drank and gambled? Were those why you feel so terribly jaded?<br><br>Nadya let one corner of her lips curl into a smile, like a subtext, as she held his gaze. She dropped her right stiletto to the floor with a barely audible clatter above the noise in the bar, but her supernatural senses caught the sound much too clearly. With her bare foot, she tried to drag up the hem of his pants, wanting to reach his skin exposed by his shoes, make a physical contact. "I'm not really helping you to relax, am I?" She joked, turning to the waitress when she brought their drinks to the table, muttering a thank you.<br><br>She took the toothpick in her martini and twirled the olive staked through it with little interest, as if out of habit. "It's been… a little over a year now since my company decided we should 'tap the Asia growth story,'" she chuckled and flicked her eyes to look at him. "What do you do in Hong Kong?
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 08:00:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;He was beginning to feel intoxicated and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.He was growing drunk on his desire for the woman across from him. How could a woman he had only met just now fill him with such emotion. Surely she was a devil and had used her her fiendish abilities to mesmerize him. He smiled deciding that she could swallow his soul anytime. If only he knew how close to the truth he really was. <br><br>&nbsp; And then a shiver ran up his body and momentarily froze all thought. Is she trying to drag her foot up my leg. he finally managed after the tendrils of surprise subsided. Yes i do believe she is. This must be my lucky night. Noticing her smile he slid a hand out and lightly caressed the back of her hand. It still shocked him how cold her hands were. It was certainly a mystery, but one he was willing to save for later. Right now he was more worried about seeing just what she had planend for the night. He tried to look into her eyes, realizing he was having trouble figuring out what color they truly were.In the shadows of the booth it was a bit hard to tell for sure. slowly he repositioned his foot giving her easier access to his leg. <br><br>"Oh, on the contrary," he answered er, his voice taking on a low, sultry tone. "I am finding you deeply relaxing." Bringing his other foot closer to her removed his shoe and tried to reach out for her calf, without being overly obvious. "The Asia growth story? I'm not sure I know what that is. And in my line of work I probably should."<br><br>He paused then, contemplating. How much should I tell her? For all I know she could be a triad plant sent here to fish for information about the authorities. Internally laughing at himself for such crazy thinking he answered her question truthfully. "I'm a detective assigned to the OCTB. We're the ones trying to take the fight back to the Triads."
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 16:07:52</strong>
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				Nadya had her ways, a simple method of tugging at invisible strings that she could barely touch with a flick of her wrist, a slight tilt of her face, and there they found themselves caught in the tangle of her nets. They would be far too gone once they realized they were trapped with no hope of release. She always did like playing with her food beforehand.<br><br>She smiled, knowingly and yet also bashfully, bowing her head and chuckling a little when he reached out a hand to stroke the back of her hand. It seemed a sweet gesture to her, but she drove away whatever tinge of warmth touched her silent heart lest pity stall her from her mission of the night. She shifted in her seat only so she could free her foot to drag further up his legs, her manicured toenail dragging against his skin.<br><br>"Maybe you shouldn't relax too much with a stranger, Mr. Detective," she teased, peeking at him from between her lush lashes. She shivered slightly when his foot touched her calf, twitching a little before pressing herself against him. She knew more about the Triad than he might like her to, which only made tonight's menu even more exciting, like a game of cat and mouse. But who was the prey, and who of them was the victim?<br><br>She flipped her hand so she could catch his fingers between her own, wanting to interlace his warm digits between her cold ones. "Perhaps neither should I," she muttered, staring at their hands, then glancing at him with a mysterious smile. "But we won't be strangers for long now, are we?"
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 16:02:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;The feel of her nails on his calf thrilled him, but he nearly gasped as he felt his own foot agaisnt the smooth curves of her leg. The room suddenly felt about thirty degrees hotter and it had nothing to do with a shodd ac unit or the weather. As hot as he felt he was really beginning&nbsp; to worry about her, as he realized her hands were still freezing. He had to admit though, the contrasting feel of hot against cold was proving to be quite the aphrodisiac. <br><br>&nbsp;He smiled at her comemnt about not relaxing too much. His eyes were bright with lust for this lovely woman and if her words were any indication, his lust would be slaked by the time the sun came up. Was she serious? Or maybe he was reading too much into her words? Yet, her actions, also seemed to scream, "Take me home and fuck me." He almost laughed out loud at that.<br><br>"So do you live near by? I have a small bachelor's pad over by Sham Shui Po." He gave her soft, cold hand a soft squeeze and something flashed in his eyes, like a spark of lightning.
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 06:02:25</strong>
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				Nadya played with the loose strap of her dress with her free hand, letting it slide to the curve of her shoulder, barely holding up the only fabric covering her skin. The years have refined the surface of her skin, pale and illuminated like dulled marble, soft like cashmere. Her fingers trace the line of her collarbone before resting on her neck, a smile playing on her lips. Take me home and fuck me is about the best translation for it as there could be. <br><br>She prided herself in being able to read desire in the eyes of men after having seen thousands of them, tens of thousands. She had lost count of the many delicacies she tasted, and it made her feel jaded to think of the traces of them flowing in her veins, the soul of many. There were times when she felt cold, undead, but never when a man looked at her that way. She could feel a spark of heat somewhere in the base of her neck, slowly crawling down her torso to leave a tingling in the sensitive parts of her body.<br><br>Leaning in closer so she could rest her hand on his thigh, she felt the warmth through the fabric of his pants, giving it a firm grip as she chuckled softly. "Your place is closer."
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 14:08:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;There was no mistaking the sexual hunger in his eyes as he watched her. They blazed brightly like blue pools of liquid sapphire. I must be dreaming, he thought as he watched her play with the strap of her dress letting it fall sown over her soft, creamy&nbsp; shoulder. It seemed to take ten minutes to make the short trek down over the delicate and delicious looking curve of her shoulder and he finally he realized he was gaping and quickly shut his mouth. As he then watched her fingers trace her collar bone he knew he should look away, but could not. It was as if an invisible hand were holding his head in place. He was so hot for this woman right now, that he almost worried his clothes would combust. <br><br>He laughed at that last thought and shook his head as if trying to clear it. "Would you like to see it?" He stood and his desire for her was quite evident, by the rather large bulge in the crotch of his jeans. In the dimness of the club, no one else would notice, unless they happened to be sitting right in front of him as she was. Still holding her hand he helps her out of the booth and wraps his arm around her waist, dangerously close to the swell of her tight looking ass. "He licked his lips as visions of what he thought would be to come, danced in his naughty little head.
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				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 17:26:35</strong>
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				Nadya bit her lower lip as she giggled quietly, more than satisfied at her glance at his crotch. His eagerness for her was evident even in the dimly lit club, and she could feel the ghost of a warmth creeping up her inner thighs, settling near her most sensitive parts. It was like a memory she could never rid herself of, persistent even after all the years. She gave his hand a slight squeeze when he helped her to stand up from the booth, nodding twice. <br><br>"Let's walk," she muttered into his ear, standing on her tiptoes so she could reach him, leading him toward the exit with a skillful method of weaving through the crowds. It was as if they parted for the two of them without so much as glancing at them. None of them would remember seeing either of them ever being present at the bar if the police came to interrogate them. None.<br><br>She stumbled slightly on her heels as she stepped onto the uneven pavement, pressing her side against his and pressing one palm against his lower back to regain her balance, hovering just above his ass. Perhaps her stumble was intentional after all, as it gave her the chance to surreptitiously brush her hand over the hardness showing through his jeans. She pulled her hand back just as quickly, settling to rest on top his hand that was wrapped around her waist. She liked the way he was holding her protectively, as if afraid that another man might snatch her away, or as if she might disappear into the night if he didn't hold on firm enough.<br><br>Deciding to return the gesture, she wrapped her arms around his with a laugh, letting his skin press against her exposed torso. Her dress would conceal most of her breasts for now, but this way he could feel them for himself. Her skin was still cold to the touch, but it soon grew warmer from his arm and from the balmy Kowloon night. "Don't let go," she said, glancing knowingly at him, before giving an excuse. "I still get lost around these streets."
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				Post by: <strong>CaptainErotica</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 13:47:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;As they stepped out of the club Cam stopped to allow his eyes to adjust. Though it was well into the night, it was never truly dark in Kowloon. Brightly lit neon signs loudly advertised the many clubs, hostess bars and massage parlors. He reacted quickly when she stumbled his arm wrapping around her instinctively. When she didn't shy away from his touch he decided he quite liked his hand where it was and smiled a little when she moved just enough to give him a good feel of her lovely breast.&nbsp; Again his mind hovered over the odd coolness of her skin, but he was already too entrapped in her web to listen to it's warnings. <br><br>"Oh, don't worry, I have no intentions of ever letting go," he told her softly resisting the urge to kiss her there on the street amid the hundreds of people going about their business. <br><br>The throng of people seemed to part like the red see at their approach as they walked. It had been the same as they made their way through the crowded club. It was certainly a mystery, one he might attempt to solve eventually, but for now he only had one thing on his mind. As they made their way to his apartment his head was filled with images of what he expected would be the hottest night of passion he'd ever bear witness to.<br><br>"These streets can be pretty confusing can't they,"&nbsp; he looked at her as they drew near his apartment. "Ah, here we are. Casa De Wheeler." He held open the glass doors for her and then guided her to the elevator. As they waited for it to descend he let his hand slip down to lightly caress her ass, watching out of the corner of his eye to gage her reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kowloon Nights (Captain Erotica &amp; Yalda)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yalda</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 15:44:24</strong>
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				Her skin soon adjusted to the warm evening air, dulling its chill so that its surface feel closer to room temperature than frozen as it was in the air-conditioned room. Cold-blooded was an almost apt description of her, though the substance that flowed in her veins is rarely chilled, with how often she indulged herself in feeding. The art was in drinking just enough to leave the victim alive in a daze of pleasure. No murder, no scandal, barely a trace aside from a particularly vivid wet dream. She was already outlining the ways she would take her pleasure with this man, noting her escape routes as Cam led them into the apartment lobby.<br><br>Nadya only giggled in amusement when his hand caressed her ass, reaching out an arm to let it rest on his waist, leaning her hips against his body. She would try to rest her chin on his shoulder unless he stepped aside, narrowing the space between her face and his. Her lips and his. That first electrifying touch should start somewhere before things fall into place.<br><br>"Tracking the triad seems like a pretty sweet life," she muttered, amused. She remembered to breathe, the rhythm of intentionally inhaling air and then exhaling it feeling almost therapeutic. Her breathing was still irregular, as if she was having a difficult time focusing, too distracted by their proximity. But if she was nervous, it did not show on the confident curl of her smile as she waited for him to make the first move.
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