Fire and Black Wings.. (mike)

[Ivy Morte]

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[atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 0px 15px 10px 15px; color: #b89f79; width: 335px; background-color: #050408; opacity: 0.8; filter:alpha(opacity=80); border: 1px dotted #7e6642;][atrb=valign,top] 'Time to do what I came to Vegas to do..'

[/i] Ivy thought to herself, as she unbraided her blonde hair making it more wavy then before. She was finishing up so, she could go out and have some fun. Maybe hit a stripper club too. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect plan. Plus, it sounds like her a lot. "Do you ever think as a Hearse goes by, that you may be the next to die? They wrap you up in a big white sheet. From your head down to your feet."[/b] Ivy sang to herself, a little morbid song that she heard on the playground when she was little. Just to end up being the only person at the Orphanage that knows it and still sings it.

Anyway, running her fingers through her hair, she smiled at her reflection before leaving her room. Not before putting the Do Not Disturb tag on the knob though. Didn't want to risk the maid blowing her head off. Or worse.. All the police saying that a serial killer was loose in the hotel. Ivy left the hotel and took a cab to one of the best strip clubs in Sin City. Of course, it was an all male strip joint that made it better. Though, she wouldn't have minded seeing some women tonight on the pole too.

Ivy got to the club, paid the cab and went in. Only to hear her favorite dance song by My Darkest Days. Porn star dancing. She liked it because it reminded her of herself. Minus the porn star part. Ivy would do anything and everything. Except that! Well.. if push come to shove, she would for the money. Walking around to the bar, she swung her hair over to her left unknowingly showing her Raven tattoo on her right forearm. She had gotten in memory of Charlotte Crow, her adopted Hunter Mother. Even though, it's not the right animal, it still counts. Especially since Charlotte loved Ravens.

Ordering a whiskey and receiving it, Ivy went and sat at a table. Still with her tattoo show and the black ink on her pale skin made it stand out a lot in the lighting of the club. The flashing music video type lights too. Nursing the booze, she was looking at the guys dancing before they went off backstage. Seeing that made her pout out of disappointment but, when she heard that there was going to be someone else coming out to dance, she perked up. As well as the other ladies looking for fun tonight.
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LOCATION: Las Vegas, Nevada
MUSIC: PornStar Dancing by My Darkest Days
OUTFIT: Leather and Lace, Baby
NOTES: Smexy-ness coming in from both him and her!
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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] The music that came up next was a change from the techno, R&B, and eighties rock that dominated the club's soundtrack. This was a scratchy, old-school blues number and the dancer who came out wasn't wearing the standard 'sexy fireman' costume or anything like that. Rather, the dark-skinned, dark-eyed man with the long black hair was wearing just a white wifebeater and a pair of ragged jeans, his feet bare. He strutted out to center stage, not seeming to be dancing exactly, not in the strictest sense, but his bare feet hit the shiny black surface of the stage exactly in time with the rattly snare beat of the drum. When he got to the focal point of the stage the dancer looked around the crowd with a wide, wicked, maybe dangerous smile and then reached around to the small of his back and drew a viciously sharp hunting knife with a nine-inch blade. First he showed the knife to the audience, then he kissed the tip and slid the blade down over his chest, to the thin ribbed fabric over his stomach. A practiced twist of the blade and he cut a three-inch slit in the shirt over his navel. The crowd, which had seemed a little nervous about this whole thing until now started a happy grumble of approval. There's just nothing that the mob mentality likes better than a little danger with their vicarious sex. The dancer worked expertly to cut the shirt away in ragged shreds, passing pieces out to the men and women who tucked their money into his waistband, and when the shirt was gone he started in on his jeans. He was very good with that blade, and as he cut away the jeans he slid that shining steel blade over his skin, up along the bulge that was straining the front of the black g-string he wore beneath the jeans. Scandalous didn't do full nudity in the front room shows, but that few inches of black spandex didn't do a whole lot to hide the shape of the man beneath, and it sure as hell didn't disguise that as the dancer that the MC had announced as Corvin played the flat of the blade over his inner thighs and up along the line inside the g-string his body was reacting in all the best ways. The song ended, the shirt and pants were scraps and rags that had been snatched up by the audience, and Corvin retreated with his knife and his hardon as the next dancer emerged. But a few minutes later Mike came out wearing just a pair of ragged jeans and a raven pendant and started circulating through the crowd. Flirting and complimenting, letting the women run their hands over his arms and abs, the men try to entice him out for a drink after work, collecting a few more folded bills and more than a few phone numbers as he made his rounds. When he got to the table where the blonde who'd apparently applied her eyeshadow with a charcoal briquette was drinking he smiled and stopped to chat. She was different from the usual run of suburban housewives and socially backward gay men who came to Scandalous, and it was enough to have him smiling a little wider as he said, "Hey there, you enjoying the show?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Just jeans. Notes: Another night in the pit. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Ivy heard the music and her dark red lips spread out into a smile. It was fitting to her while the other women looked confused. Luckily, they were back to normal when the dancer came out. A hot ass guy in plain jeans and a white tank. Licking her lips slightly, her blue eyes went up and down his body tilting her head to the side. He was fine as fucking hell! Then, when he took out a knife and started slashing off his tank that opened the floodgates for Ivy. Gulping softly, she was squirming in her seat. Especially, when he slashed at his jeans. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph.."

[/b] Ivy let out eyeing the G-sting, he had on. Usually, she wasn't clean with her language so, she only said that when she was completely taken by surprise. And she was. Plus, the man up on stage was her type. She loves a man with black hair and eyes to match, mostly because she's a blonde and likes to go for the opposite sometimes.

Before she knew it, the song was over and the dancer was gone. So, that made her pout in disappointment before drinking the last of her Whiskey. A waitress came up and asked her if she wanted another, Ivy nodded and off the little waitress went. 'Must be another one trying to pay her way through College.'[/i] She thought to herself, with a light laugh. Couple minutes later, her drink was brought to her right as soon as she heard a voice beside her. Looking to her right, it was the Dancer with the knife. He had asked her if she was enjoying the show.

"Very much and you were quite talented with that knife of yours."[/b] Ivy flirted, taking a sip of her drink. Her smile was in a sexy smirk now. "I'm Ivy, by the way."[/b]
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Location: Scandalous Club in Vegas
Outfit: Leather and Lace
Music: Scandalous by Mis-Teeq
Notes: Yum..

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Corvin." Always Corvin in the club. Even backstage the dancers called one another by their stage names, it was just safer all around. You never knew who would turn out to be a crazy stalker, and some of the customers were surprisingly good at putting together little clues that you didn't even know you'd been giving them. Disturbingly good, even. But because she was cute, under the age of forty, and smelled pleasantly of whiskey and woodsmoke, Mike leaned an elbow on her high bar table and stayed another minute or two. "And thank you. I've had a lot of practice. And," a slow, sex-filled smirk, "it's fun in its own right." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Just jeans. Notes: Fetishy much, Mike? [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Please to meet you, Corvin."

[/b] Ivy told him, with a sexy smile. Sexy name for a equally sexy man. Hearing him say that he's has plenty of practice, just made her laugh softly. "I would love to see what other things you could do with your.. Knife."[/b] She said, before drinking more of her whiskey. She was a shameless flirt and Zee knew that about the blonde pyro. She was very hot blooded and loved her a piece of man. Especially, one like Corvin.

Running her fingers through her blonde hair, Ivy waited for the man to speak. To answer her question and see if he would take her bait. She came to Vegas to have fun and she thinks that she's found the right person to have it with. Jet black hair. Eyes like a Ravens. He also built like a God too so, that was a major plus.

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Location: Vegas, Baby..
Outfit: Leather and Lace
Music: Shout at the Devil by Motley Crue
Notes: Is it getting hot in here?

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Would you now?" Mike leaned across the table, his elbows planted on the wooden surface, his face sliding close to hers. "You sure about that? It's not a show I usually bust out for the tourists. They think that What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas, but they still shy away when things really get going." He slid his cheek along hers, a distinctly animalistic gesture like a scent-marking between predators. "Something tells me you wouldn't shy away though. That you can take the heat." A gentle bite at the hinge of her jaw, just a scrape of smooth white teeth. "Am I right?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Just jeans. Notes: No reason not to. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Hearing the surprise in Corvin's voice when she asked about his knife, just brought a smile to Ivy's face. Most men would run away when he heard a crude yet flirty comment like that. Guess they were too much of a chicken to handle a real woman with real desires. "I'm not the type of girl to run from the fun of Sin City."

[/b] She told him, noticing him get closer to her on the table. Licking her dark painted lips slightly, Ivy fought the urge to moan when he rubbed his cheek against hers.

What he was doing was a primal motion and she loved it when a man would do something like that. Cave men really knew how to thoroughly screw a woman. Then, when she heard him ask if he was right about her not shying away and be one of those types that can handle anything, Ivy nodded as she bit her lower lip. "You're more then right. You hit the nail on the freaking head."[/b] She said, with a little smirk of her own. "I'm the woman that every girl in this place wants to be. The triple X version of themselves. The one that doesn't run from anything."[/b] She mused, nodding her head towards the other women in the strip club. Glaring and shaking their heads at her.
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Location: Sin City aka Vegas
Outfit: too lazy
Music: Scream by Avenged Sevenfold
Notes: *plays with knife*

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "I'll just bet you aren't." Another gentle bite and then he slid around to stand behind her chair, slid his hands around her waist and then down over her hips as he nuzzled up the side of her throat toward her ear. "And don't worry about them. Right now the only thing I'm thinking about is you and me and my...knife." He pulled her tall bar chair back so it was balanced on the two back feet, forcing her to lean against him for balance as he murmured into her ear. "I get off at one. And this is the city that never sleeps. Well, actually that's New York, but here nobody sleeps because they're amped up and horny, not because they're building skyscrapers or trading fortunes or whatever they do there. So what are you thinking? You in the mood to be not-bored all night?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Just jeans. Notes: Not subtle. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Ivy shuddered lightly when Corvin bit her again, squeezing her legs together to try to calm the feeling between them. He was very very good at what he does and she couldn't resist. He was too sexy. So, if he turned out to be a Creature of some sort, she would be in a very tight situation. One that would probably just end up with her screwing him against instead of trying to kill him. "Hmm, I can't wait to play with your knife. I saw that it was quite big on stage."

[/b] Ivy teased, as he got behind her and moved her chair to where she was leaning against his tanned, ripped chest.

"I get off at one. And this is the city that never sleeps. Well, actually that's New York, but here nobody sleeps because they're amped up and horny, not because they're building skyscrapers or trading fortunes or whatever they do there. So what are you thinking? You in the mood to be not-bored all night?" Literally almost reduced to purring, Ivy nodded turning her head towards him. "Are you sure that there's no way you could get off right now?"[/b] She asked, with a slight pout and a few bats of her lashes. Yeah, if it doesn't work it is because she's not good at doing the innocent little girl thing anymore.
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Location: Sin City
Outfit: Leather & Lace
Music: Twisted Transistor by Korn
Notes:Sex Sex Sex...

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Mike laughed again, his hands slipping down along the tops of Ivy's thighs. "One o'clock. It's not that long. I've got one more set to dance and one more set of rounds, and then we'll get out jut ahead of the rush." His hands skimmed back up over her thighs, nails skittering lightly over the surface of her stockings and rising up to well under the edge of the skirt and shoving the lacy fabric up out of his way as he petted his way all the way up into sexual harrassment territory. "After that I'll get off as early and as often as either of us can stand, how about that?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Just jeans. Notes: Just in case there was any confusion. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Feeling Corvin's hand on the top of her thighs, Ivy kept her composure. Not letting a goofy yet almost virginal type smile appear on her face. Because it was very much false that she was still a virgin. She lost that card a few years ago. "One o'clock. It's not that long. I've got one more set to dance and one more set of rounds, and then we'll get out jut ahead of the rush." And when she heard that, Ivy had a naughty look in her blue eyes. "You mean, I get to see you with your knife again?"

[/b] She asked, really liking the fact that he was very useful with a dangerous weapon. If he hadn't noticed at, she was a very kinky woman.

Then, when his hands went up to the tops of her stockings, Ivy had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. It's been a while since she's been last laid. And she really was due for another screw. Corvin's hand were going up her skirt, getting closer to her.. "After that I'll get off as early and as often as either of us can stand, how about that?" Smirking at him, she nodded. "Can't wait."[/b] Ivy said, before hearing someone yell over the music for him to get back stage. Obviously, he was up next and she wasn't even paying attention to the guy that went on stage after him. He was all she could handle. Well, shouldn't say that but, he's damn near up there.
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Location: Sin City
Outfit:Leather and Lace
Music: Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Notes: Yummy yumm..

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Corvin danced his last set, two songs as backup, one number based on an East Indian aesthetic with a Bollywood pop/rap song and a lot of guyliner. But true to his word, he turned up at one dressed in a tight black t-shirt and those same worn jeans, his hair loose down his back and a glass of bourbon in his hand. "So," he smiled at Ivy, reached out to play his fingers in the bright fall of her hair. "Where are we heading? I don't have a car tonight, but the cabs come out here." He was up for whatever--clubbing, grabbing something to eat, going back to her place and fucking like bunnies. Whichever. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Scandalous, Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Black tee and jeans. Notes: There is a slight preference. [/style]

[Ivy Morte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/1gg32a.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #bdb2a9; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Ivy was diffanently taking in the sights that were the dancer Corvin, nursing her Whiskey. He was sex on a stick. Well, in his case.. Sex on muscles. But, she loved every minute of watching him dance and afterwards he was indeed true to his word. He came back to her sadly with clothes on. Though they will be off of him later if she had anything to do about it. First off, that black shirt he had on looked like it was painted on for Christ's sake! So, it didn't leave much to the imagination. "Where are we heading? I don't have a car tonight, but the cabs come out here." Looking over at him with her icy blue eyes, Ivy smiled at him sultry. "Don't have a car either but, being driven around sounds good. How about we grab something to eat?"

[/b] She asked, putting money on the table as a little tip for the waitress. She was very generous when it came to tips because she would hate it if she was waiting on someone and only got like, fifty cents for a tip. Ivy would have to kill someone then.

Downing the last of her Whiskey, she stood smoothing down her leather skirt. Seeing as when Corvin was having a little fun earlier, it had went up a bit. Smiling at the dancer still, she waited to hear what he had to say next.
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Location: Vegas
Outfit: too lazy
Music: S&M by Rihanna
Notes: sexy fun..

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[Michael Sapiye]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/348r4wo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #4f4a5e; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Works." Corvin got an arm around Ivy's hips as they headed out of the club and were immediately smacked in the fact with the feel of desert air. Still, dusty, chilled because it was so very dry. He was used to it, and he wasn't, some part of him always felt parched. As they climbed into a cab he told the driver, "Arizona Charlie's." The cafe there was open all night on the weekends and he was in the mood for a steak, the Sourdough made a good one for cheap. As the cab pulled out, he caught a lock of Ivy's bright-white hair and twirled it around his finger. "So what brings you to town? Just looking for trouble?" He could rule out a lot of the usual reasons. Bachelorette party, business trip, like that. And she didn't quite seem like the type who'd come to be a showgirl. Close, but not quite. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: in a cab in Las Vegas Music: The Devil His Due - Chris Randall Outfit: Black tee and jeans. Notes: He's pretty sure she's not in town for a convention. [/style]