Re: Setting the stage.

[Doctor Silver]

Jonathan glanced around the club, looking...

The dance podium was filled with people engaged in all manner of gyration. Not all of their motions could be strictly defined as dancing. He took hold of Milly's leash, instructing her to, "Bring the glass," and began leading her in that direction.

When they arrived, it seemed unlikely that he'd be able to put his plan into motion. Too many people, too little room, too much activity. And when had anyone cared to accommodate Doctor Jonathan Silver? His eyes, which had a persistent electric blue glow, now flashed bright. It was just enough to capture the attention of those closest to him.

He bowed deeply and cordially, vibrating his vocal folds to speak above the din of the music. "Honored gentlepersons, respected patrons, may I borrow- for a little while- some space amongst you?" His voice carried more than he expected, booming out beyond the immediate area.

Perhaps it was because some of the dancers had a naturally subservient bent. Perhaps it was a natural sense of politeness and accommodation that bubbled up like a wellspring in these sorts of communities. He could only guess what the mores and customs were. But perhaps it was something else. A new way he carried himself? The beauty of his companion? Perhaps it was mere curiosity.

Whatever the reason, something happened that had never occurred in Jonathan's memory. A crowd parted for him. People backed away, made space, and allowed him in amongst them. And they did it without any apparent fear. He wondered if he was breaking a rule, but he did not wonder on it overlong. Taking Milly carefully into his arms once more, he lifted her onto the edge of the stage. He followed her up, and then turned towards her.

A shrug brought his long-coat to the podium floor with a heavy sound. His entire torso and arms were now uncovered, gleaming in the powerful lights of the dance floor. Light cascaded off of him and onto her, and off of her and onto him. They shone under the scrutiny of the masses.

"One for me," he told her, taking a cube from the glass, "one for you." His eyes were fixed upon her visor. "Touch me where you want to be touched."

'Too far, too fast,' screamed a voice in his mind. It was the voice of doubt. Of hesitancy. Of turning away from everything he'd ever wanted whenever any possibility of discomfort was present. He cast that voice aside. Only Milly's voice mattered now.

This was his gift to her, if she would take it.

Tonight, she would be seen.

[Headcase]

Milly shot a quick and apologetic smile to Lilith before she felt the leash begin tightening. She followed him to the dancefloor, stunned by the base and his voice rumbling in her timpanics, suddenly very aware that the attention was on the two of them.

OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohGod. He was pulling her on stage. This was their first night here, and they'd not even seen the backrooms yet.

No, no. It's okay. They've seen more extreme than us. She held her glass in one hand, the ice in the other, walking behind him the leashline falling behind her.

The makeup would smudge. She'd need more latex next time, but for now, she didn't have enough that she could use that without causing problems for management. She touched the base of his skull to the ice, and was surprised that it wasn't as cold as she expected. She held it long enough to trickle down his spine, then followed the trail down, as slowly as she dared.

[Doctor Silver]

OOC: ((If it is a breach of etiquette to post again at this point, please let me know.))

IC:

Jonathan's lips parted as he sharply took in a breath of air. He'd fought villains shirtless in Canada. He'd stood without protection against blistering cold. But this was different. It wasn't just the nanites he'd rearranged to increase the gain on his senses. It was her. It was them. Here, now, in this place. Ice was not just ice on this stage. It was a manifestation of desire. The cold droplets of water made a glistening trail down his spine which she followed with the cube itself. It was an excruciatingly delightful journey that seemed to go on for eons.

He took his own cube and reached around her. He mirrored her actions, carefully avoiding the framework and components of her suit as he slid it down her backside. She'd not be able to feel it, of course. But she could feel him. The chill on his back. The thrill he felt at touching her. The eyes of the audience upon them as they witnessed two people exploring each other for the first time.

As she reached his lower back, a small noise between a moan and a whimper escaped him. It was an intimate sound. The sort that a lover might hear and appreciate, or find cute enough to forgive. Not the sort of noise one made in public. Not if you wanted to exude machismo. And yet, rather than be self-conscious, he merely studied her. Her face, her lips. He listened to her breathing, savored every minor twitch. If he'd had her power, he would be inside her now, relishing in feeling her feeling him. But even without the power, he could feel her. He felt her the way any man might feel any woman. A spirit of revelation in the air, on the skin, and deep within.

As he finished the languid trip down her backside, he could not resist the urge to dip lower, and make an icewater voyage over the curves of her perfect bottom. It was a violation of symmetry, but he couldn't help himself. "Where next, my little slut," he whispered. Slut? Where had that come from? Would she be offended?

The incongruity of worrying about a word in the midst of this public display suddenly occurred to him, and he nearly laughed. Techno music and lights danced over them. Years if science training and medical school had not prepared him for this knowledge: That the sound of a cocoon breaking could be perceived through a synthetic, rhythmic beat.

[Headcase]

((I'm holding off on posting for a few hours or until someone else posts, Doc. I don't want to take anyone's turn.))

[Headcase]

((OOC: Figure that's enough time for anyone to speak up ))

Milly smiled inwardly. She'd not have guessed he'd try this early; it's Sophie all over again, if different positions. She shifted her hips to meet the tracing of her ass, concentrating on matching his movements.

He said it, and she smiled widely. Nearly blind from the lights and the grainy fixtures, she used his eyes again, pressing the ice to his throat, sliding it along his collarbone. The straps of her frame alone hid her arousal from the audience, though she gasped at her own touch.

She slid her leg down his, slipping the ice between her lips and tilting her head, miming eye contact.

[Doctor Silver]

"Uhahh," was the noise he made as she touched the ice to him a second time. In an unwritten book of sexual sounds, it probably translated roughly to, 'Oh God, that feels amazing, I'm going to use you roughly now.' He responded in kind, touching his cube to her skin just under the collar. But when she rubbed her leg against him and placed the ice in her mouth, he abandoned all pretense at pantomime and symmetry of action.

He let the remains of his own cube slide down her body, slipping it with wet metallic fingers under the front straps of her suit. The heat of the ice and the warmth of her breast comingled under his fingertips. Something would get smudged, surely, though he hardly cared for anything more than the sultry feel of her and the exhilarating high of her touch in return.

Pulling her close in a consuming embrace, he devoured her lips while grinding himself against her. Once again, the cold mingled with her heat, and he lost himself in the swirl of sensation. Liquid-metal blood that served no real purpose pounded through the conduits of his veins and arteries, sending a thunderous driving beat through his consciousness. It was an answer to the techno-rhythm. Their own epic opera was primed to begin.

But then a chord of alarm struck through him, and he realized that this show might soon exceed the standards of the club. Pulling back from her was as difficult as wrenching an automobile chassis from a ten-thousand pound magnet. He was breathless- illogically- and trembling with need. This show had been shorter than he'd wanted, owing to his excessive eagerness. It was something he'd have to work on- delaying the pursuit of his hunger.

How did a starving man resist a dinner buffet?

Practice.

He hoped he'd have lots of it.

Pulling away, he turned her towards the patrons off-stage, and slid behind her. There was indeed some smudging and all manner of glistening moisture. He hated to imagine the care she'd taken with her makeup, only to have him ruin much of it within minutes of their arrival. What had come over him?

He nuzzled her neck as she was presented to the people. Milly. Milly had come over him.

'Don't fall too fast, Doc,' a voice in his head cautioned him, 'It's a long way down.'

Summoner, from beyond the grave. With good advice, as usual.

[Headcase]

The caress with the ice was unexpected, and she worried that their show would end shortly before angry bouncerbitches, or whatever they might be called. The kiss, she knew, was coming. She wondered how much she was leading, and how much was just her anticipating what he wanted.

The kiss, though, was amazing. She could feel his thoughts writhing like a cubist painting, seeing them from all around at once, yet not reaching for them. They held each other, then, and she hoped this would not be her last such performance. They kissed, and she waited for the curtain to fall.

It did not yet. Instead, he turned her to the audience, the light blinding her again, and his eyes on her washed-out makeup. She luxuriated in their gaze.

{Go on, Herr Doktor.}

[Doctor Silver]

Jonathan looked out at the crowd. He watched them all, his gaze drifting from table to table, face to face. He wanted her to see, and to know that they were watching. To know that they hungered, even if only a fraction of his own yearning.

He reached under the suspender-like straps that covered her breasts, and pushed the flesh together, slipping the pasty-protected nipples from under cover. His earlier fondling made the pasty placement precarious, and he wondered if they might not flutter down like autumn leaves at the critical moment. For now, her breasts bunched in a delightful swell between the straps, and Jonathan glanced at them in admiration before whispering in her ear.

"Take a bow," he told her, "let them enjoy you fully once more before I take you down." He didn't want it to end, but his ability to contain himself was breaking down. Doubtless Lilith wouldn't appreciate his behavior if he followed his instincts any further on the dance floor.

Holding Milly's hips to steady her just in case her weeble-wobbleness had limits, he pressed his swollen need firmly against her backside in preparation for her curtain call.

[Lilith]

Lilith held her place by the bar, casually watching the two. Other had migrated nearer her once it seemed the main focus of her attention had moved away, but she gave little attention to such distractions. Her eyes were still on the couple, watching them play and explore. It was interesting to see two people who obviously fought with their own headstrong confidence and sweet naivete.

She sipped her drink casually, nearing its completion. She nodded to those nearby, offering a sparse word or two, but she held her place here, simply watching Milly and Johnathan across the way.





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((OOC - don't worry about me posting. I can catch up. You two are the focus here, so have fun!))

[Headcase]

((OOC - I was more worried at the possibility that we were going to get yanked down, and didn't want to godmode we'd been up there too long.))

She wondered what the audience saw -- makeup ruined from sweat and ice, tits exposed and heaving, nipples hard under the thin latex, the man behind her all but taking her on stage. She had to touch her own mind while she could still contain herself.

She bent forward deeply, brushing the braces and pressing herself back to him.

{We could be in trouble, Herr Doktor.} She rose again. {We're like this after the appetizers, and still the banquet to come.}

[Harbinger]

The Harbinger sat back in his booth, his friend watching the scene with an open mouth. Valerie, did remember periodically to blink, though at this point The Harbinger was beginning to worry a little. He looked back at the two on stage. Scenes of a fairly erotic nature were not uncommon by any stretch of the imagination, but these two newcomers were starting to skirt the usual policies for public nudity, and were pushing a few boundries for the dance area. He lifted his companion's hand to his lips. "I shall return momentarily."

With a few movements he slipped out of the booth. "You're just leaving me here?" Valerie called after him once it registered she was alone.

"You should be fine, just avoid anyone putting a leash on you." He winked behind his mask. As usual he was dressed in his heroing finest despite being in the club. He enjoyed advertising, a little, that heroes were kinky people as well. He moved though the crowd deftly finding Lilith's side. He leaned in to be easily heard but not to share his thoughts beyond her. "Those are Sarah's friends? Perhaps it might be time to suggest they enjoy one of the club's more private dance spaces?"

((feel free to ignore the old-fuddy-duddy))

[Lilith]

"Ah, Harbinger," Lilith said, "How lovely to see you."

Lilith nodded a polite greeting, subtlely ignoring the nearby sycophants as she listened to her old friend.

"I think they like the exhibitionism. They can play with each other, explore, but always stop because they are being watched. Suggesting privacy may even prove a bit too forward," she said, drinking, "Or do you think they are going too far up there?"

[Doctor Silver]

"You, sweet Milly, are the banquet to come," he told her, moving from behind her to capture her lips once more. This kiss was almost savage, a promise of the devouring he would give her later. Then, almost regretfully, he stepped off the stage and helped her down.

Jonathan wondered if, in a world devoid of rules and standards of decorum, he might not have penetrated her there in full view of God and sundry. What a remarkable musing! In years gone by, he'd been reticent even to kiss in public...

Or had he? Was that his ex-fiance, too? How much of how he imagined himself was the result of molding to suit her tastes? Was that why he felt so free here with Milly, in this unlikely setting? Did she feel it, too?

"Thank you, gentlefolk," he offered to the dancers on stage and the kindly people seated all around who had surrendered a slice of their evening for the display. He almost wanted to add, 'We'll be here all week.' He turned to Milly to tell her how fantastic he felt. How much he'd enjoyed her. Enjoyed displaying her. Sharing himself with her and sharing her with the world.

But he did none of these things. He simply took hold of her leash, and led her back through the throngs to the bar. Somehow he felt she would understand his feelings without him needing to say so. Or maybe he wanted to express them in private later, in whispered words in the dark. Or... maybe he figured the tent he was sporting was sufficient commentary. He urged his body to relax itself, but it seemed loathe to do so.

Finally, making their way back to where they'd started, Jonathan recognized a young man he'd met the other day. A handsome, strapping fellow by the name of Harbinger. They'd attempted a mission in the Burning Sands not too long ago, but Jonathan's clearance levels had proved insufficient. Harbinger was talking to Lilith, and Jon wondered if he didn't sense some intimacy between them- a friendship, or possibly more.

He bowed, "My apologies for departing so abruptly. The spirit of the moment captured us."

It was only now that he remembered that he'd left his heavy longcoat on the edge of the stage. He wondered if he shouldn't retrieve it, but finally dismissed the idea. He'd look for it later. Right now, if he went back to that stage, he was liable to do something with Milly that could not be tolerated.

He urged Milly forward. "Harbinger, pleasure to meet you again. You know Milly, I take it?" He gently patted her bottom as he spoke. It felt good. Perhaps later he'd indulge again, somewhat less gently...

[Headcase]

The final kiss, the crawl off the stage, the slip back to the bar -- she knew she was blushing through the makeup. She slipped from his senses on the approach -- she needed to recompose herself before she saw Miss Lilith again.

She smiled and looked to the floor when she realized who Miss Lilith was with. {We met earlier today, sir, at the demonstration?} She quickly curtsied again.

[Harbinger]

The Harbinger failed to supress a grin. "Indeed," he said smoothly, his eyes wrinkling a bit behind his mask with the smile. "A pleasure to see you again, and to see that at least someone around here can address me as my hero self when in 'uniform'." He took a moment to regard the two, running his hands back over his head and the greying red hair that showed his age. Middle age had been kind thus far, but it was that age was passing faster than he was comfortable with. At least he had managed to stay in shape for it.

He regarded Milly with a smile, noticably appreciating her form, but politely so. "You two made quite the couple on stage, and I am glad you have found a place for such play." He looked back at the Doctor. "But since you are here, do recall the club policies and rules. We are not a den of anarchists, and there are standards and rules for decorum even in this haven of debauchery."

[Doctor Silver]

"If I've broken any rules, I apologize," Jonathan said somewhat sheepishly. "I probably should have waited for Lilith to finish explaining the club to me before jumping into the deep end of the swimming pool. Something seems to have come over me."

He glanced at Milly, and then returned his attention to Harbinger and Lilith. "Is there a pamphlet of regulations I should be perusing, lest I make a misstep?"

The alien nature of the environment seemed to manifest itself once more to his consciousness. This was terra incognita, and he had presumed much during his daring little adventure. Perhaps the time had come to be still and learn, rather than to go on experimental jaunts off of the yellow brick road.

[Lilith]

Lilith sipped the remainder of her wine, continuing to wear her light smile and listen to the interchanges. She chuckled softly at the Doctor's words.

"Oh, you two are fine. That was not the deep end at all," she smiled pleasantly, setting her glass on the bartop and holding her hand atop the base, "And we have no such pamphlet. The rules of the club are a mixture of etiquette and law. Some things may cause a raised eyebrow, others may get you thrown out. You'll find your wings, I've no doubt."

She then turned, noting the patient bartender waiting, holding a bottle of wine. She glanced at the label, then nodded. The man then re-filled her glass.

[Headcase]

{We, Jonathan. We did that,} Milly corrected, looking down. {Though I'm not sure I'm glad that we're not as transgressive as I thought. Mixed feelings there, I'm sure you understand.}

Milly shakily slipped the drink back to the bar.

{...just for future reference, do you recall a scenario that pushed the limits without breaking them?}

[Harbinger]

The Harbinger smiled at the two. "I would say that we have just witnessed an event that pushed towards a boundry without breaking it." He gave the Doctor a good natured pat on the arm. "You are doing fine thus far, but as your first visit you should save something for future outings."

Something caught his eye. "If you two would excuse me." He quickly moved into the crowd. Across the way his friend Valerie could be seen, slipping out of the booth and to her knees, her face confused as another girl in all latex was already kneeling there. A bare chested man in leather pants stood over them, a length of chain running from his hand to the girl encased in rubber. He gently swung another chain and collar idely as he looked at Valerie. The Harbinger approached and after a few polite words, the man and latex-doll moved off into the crowd.

The Harbinger pulled Valerie into an embrace, and after a few words to each other the two disappeared deeper into the club.

[Doctor Silver]

Jonathan smiled at Milly. 'Yes we did,' he thought to himself. He would one day have to find a venue for Milly to enjoy herself fully, unfettered by the limits of even so accommodating an establishment as this. He felt that she needed more. Hopefully he could find a way to give it to her.

"Be well, Harbinger," he told the man as he departed.

"Well," he said then, "what else does this club offer? I have heard allusions to the fact that it is much larger than it first appears." He glanced around, as though some new chamber might suddenly manifest itself. "Or are those merely rumors?"

And there were so many rumors about Club Fetish Fuel. Still, if only half of them were true, this was bound to be a wonderland of exotic delights. Delights he could share with his Milly.

His? Well, just for tonight. For as long as she wanted it to be so.

[Lilith]

"Those are not rumors," Lilith said, letting red wine slip past her dark red lips.

She lowered the glass, holding it delicately about the stem with the fingers of her right hand and supporting the base with her left.

"It would take more than one trip to see it all, and it even changes from time to time. We mustn't allow the senses to be dulled. Still, enjoy yourselves. No rush."

[Headcase]

{Perhaps... perhaps something to... to give us perspective,} Milly offered, slipping her tits back under the suspenders as subtly as she could. {I don't want to burn out on this place just yet.}

Milly looked out over the throng, already back to their own dances and private kinks.

{Besides, we're supposed to be learning, even if by experience.}

[Doctor Silver]

Jonathan gestured to the bartender, "One more of whatever that was, if you please." He slid a bill across the counter, and took the beverage when it came. Returning his attention to Milly, he only barely concealed his disappointment at seeing her once again safely tucked away.

"Here you go, my slave of the evening," he said, sliding the drink over to her. "Drink up. Then we'll tour the other delights of this establishment. Though... I do not think we'll be staging any other performances tonight. It's time to see what the big kids are up to." He winked at her, then smiled at Lilith.

"Thank you again for hosting us tonight," he said. "I- We- will endeavor not to push at any more boundaries while we're here." He looked back to Milly, "Though I can't vouch for my good conduct when I get you back home." His smile was good-natured, his tone jocular... but the statement was not all mirth. He wanted Milly. He wanted her badly.

[Angelica]

Girl had no trouble reaching the jacket. Even a crowded dance floor is loathe to tangle thier feet on discarded clothing. She slipped between the dancers, the multicolored lighhts reflecting off the polished black latex and steel of her uniform. The black material so tight to her skin nothing much was left to the imagination, as if she had put it on by walking between spray nozzles of latex paint. The uniform covered her completely, only a high plume of feathered bright red hair indicating a break in the material. Her eyes were covered, they glowed purple from under the thin material with some inner strange inner energy. She moved with a practiced grace among the dancers. None complaining, for she was an employee, and recognized by many as such, she ducked among the throng and retrieved the coat, avoiding catching one of the many d-rings on her uniform on any protruding spikes or chains.

A few minutes later she approached the bar where the coat's owner, his pet, and Girl's boss were conversing. She stood silent nearby as they spoke, not daring to interrupt until there was a pause.

"Sir, you left this behind on the stage. Would you like to have it with you for your stay here, or shall I check it into the cloakroom for you? I regret I could not leave it where sir placed it, as it was a safety hazard for the other patrons."

She smiled politely, the motion only showing in the movement of her cheeks and lips inder the smooth material of her mask.

[Doctor Silver]

Jonathan's attention was drawn away by the club employee. Then he found himself staring at her for several seconds before registering what it was that she had said. "Oh, thank you," he said, numbly taking the coat without really answering her question. He blinked twice more before realizing he'd been staring. He glanced at Milly, giving her a sheepish smile before returning his attention to the latexed beauty.

"Actually, would it be possible to borrow you for a moment? Lilith likely has many duties to attend to as hostess, and I could use a guide to show me the highlights of this establishment." He frowned slightly, "Or would such a task detract from your own usual duties?"

He really didn't want to throw himself down the rabbit hole any further without a shepherd... and this one was easy to look at.

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