Post by Artemis on Jul 27, 2015 15:02:43 GMT -6
Years ago...
A dive, that's what it was. Nominally, it was called a pub, but in this section of Brooklyn, that was really a misnomer and everybody who ever saw that word next to the name, "Nick's," knew it just meant that the cops knew not to mess with the place. The owner, Nicolai Geddup, had never actually worked the place. It was really just a front for others who liked to spread the proper amount of money needed to make sure they could do whatever they wanted to do.
This day is like every other day, the man known as Apollo sits at the bar, a drink in his hand and his eyes on the table in the back corner where his two best friends, Argo and Agamemnon sit watching his girlfriend, Artemis, as she dances uneasily.
Argo: Do we need to get her drunker?
Agamemnon: Naw... the stupid bitch would just make a mess then…
Artemis hated doing this, hated dancing like this but she has to do it to earn her keep, or so Apollo would say. He'd sell her to the highest bidder too, no doubt, probably let those two men sitting with him have their way with her... bastard... but such was her life she guessed. She knew nothing else…
Apollo: Move that ass, Artemis, they ain’t got all damn night!
Artemis closes her eyes for a second at his words before she sidles over closer to them, trying to hold the vomit building up back. She puts on a smile and dances around them, sexually, teasing them.
Argo: Hells yeah, now that’s where it’s at!
Artemis bites her tongue before she turns around the tell the man exactly where its at. She instead leans over him, close enough for him to smell her, but not touching him.
Agamemnon: Man, how come Argo gets all the ass up in this bitch?
Argo smirks.
Argo: Cause you ain’t know how to treat a bitch, that’s why!
Artemis: Wait your turn…
She offers him a smile, trying to act the part when truthfully she wanted to be sick. These men, all of this, was a living she would much rather not have, but needed to, plus this was part and parcel being being with Apollo.
Argo: Yeah, fucker, wait your damn turn!
Agamemnon crosses his arms irritably.
Agamemnon: Eh, fuck you!
Artemis: Now, now… Play nice…
She walks over to him and leans over into his ear
Artemis: There’s only one of me and two of you.
Apollo can’t help but chuckle cruelly.
Apollo: You say that like it’s actually a problem…
Argo looks up, suddenly put out.
Argo: Fuck you, I ain’t fucking sharing!
Artemis grits her teeth, “Great now they’re fighting over me.” She looks at Apollo, wanting out of this somehow.
Apollo: Keep your hands to yourself or you ain’t getting shit, Arg!
She resumes her dancing turning around and grinding her ass over Agamemnon’s lap area.
Agamemnon: Oooh, yeah, Baby, you really know how to fuck with a guy, don’t you?
Apollo nods.
Apollo: Damn right she does! Best piece of ass you’ll never have again if you don’t quit fucking with Argo about shit that don’t matter!
Artemis pauses.
Artemis: I thought I was just dancing for them... nothing else…
Agamemnon throws his hands up in frustration.
Agamemnon: Aw, come on, Man!
Apollo shrugs.
Apollo: Keep bitching, Memnon, you ain’t touching shit!
Argo smirks.
Argo: And he don’t just mean her…
Agamemnon’s arms fly down as he sits up in shock.
Agamemnon: How you gonna do a brother like that?!!?
Artemis jumps forward in shock as he stands up, fear on her face. Shit, now she’s made them fight. As she stands there, Apollo walks up to her, sliding a syringe from his pocket. He slips off a tip cover and sticks it into her buttocks, pushing the plunger before she can even gasp.
Apollo: That oughtta cover the problem…
He steps back as her eyes start to glaze over.
Apollo: I warned you what would happen if you didn’t fucking cooperate, you stupid bitch!
He nods to his buddies, tossing Agamemnon some pills.
Apollo: Ease her to the back room, she should be ready to play in a few minutes.
Argo nods, taking a hold of her arm while Agamemnon pops a couple of pills.
Argo: Bro, you know to get shit done!
Artemis wants to scream but the shot has her all foggy and not herself.
Apollo: Don’t worry, just give her a pill every so often and she’ll party all night!
Agamemnon: Fuck yeah!
Argo and Agamemnon lead her to the back room where they spend the next hour having their way with her. After they finish, Apollo steps into the room.
Apollo: You look like you need another dose…
Artemis: No…
She manages to whimper, which only seems to anger him.
Apollo: Did you just tell me no?
He grabs her wrist roughly.
Apollo: Answer me! Did you just say no to me?
Artemis’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head.
Artemis: Please, I…
Apollo slaps her and then walks to the side door, the door to the closet.
Apollo: Maybe you need some time in here…
Artemis: No, please! I wont do it again… please…
She pulls on his arm, trying to get away to plead with him not to lock her in there. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial. Opening it up, he pulls out a small scoop and holds it towards her.
Apollo: Snort it…
Artemis: Please, no…
Apollo just stares at her, almost through her.
Apollo: Snort it… or it’s into the closet…
Artemis is trembling, coke or closet? She shakes her head before taking the scoop and snorting it.
Artemis: I really hate you sometimes… You know that…
He puts the vial away and smirks.
Apollo: You think I should have them come back in here or should I just enjoy all your holes myself?
She falters, not wanting to say no to him again, even though she wants to say no to both choices right now.
Artemis: I… Whatever you wish…
Apollo can’t help but laugh.
Apollo: The night is young… and I don’t want the merchandise damaged so… maybe we can just go home.
Artemis looks hopeful.
Artemis: Really? No more of… that?
Apollo shrugs.
Apollo: I might make love to you later… but, they’ve had enough…
Artemis: Make love… Is that what you call it?
Apollo: Cute… are you trying to piss me off? Here I’m being nice and about to do you a favor and you’re giving me shit?
Artemis: Sorry… I…
Apollo leans in closer to her.
Apollo: Watch your ass, Artemis. You’re hot and I love you, but don’t push too hard or you won’t like where it gets you!
She bows her head.
Artemis: Ok.
Seemingly satisfied, Apollo nods and leads her from the building, his demeanor telling her all she needed to know about what the evening was probably going to have in store for her.
Present Day…
Artemis and her boyfriend, Cole Hunter sit in a club in some out of the way area in Louisiana. They came to places like this a lot, and they were never disappointed in their search for entertainment.
Cole: Is the evening’s selection to My Huntress’s acceptance or are other environs required for her satisfaction to be fulfilled?
She smiles up at him.
Artemis: Anywhere where you are is perfect.
Cole: Is there any particular activity you wish to engage in prior to our departure for the next destination? Any particular plaything we should be searching for?
She scans the area looking to see what delights are out in the sea of people.
Artemis: Something dark… Something that can handle the pain I wish to throw at it.
Cole nods, scanning the place as well.
Cole: Candidates abound…
Her eyes settle on a tall dark woman over in the corner.
Artemis: I like the look of her.
Cole directs his attention at that area and nods.
Cole: Exquisite choice…
He pauses, taking in the sight.
Cole: Pain shall be her pleasure…
Artemis: Shall we go acquaint ourselves?
Cole nods to the men just to the left.
Cole: Careful we do not attract attention from unwanted targets.
Artemis: They interfere, they got another thing coming.
Cole nods.
Cole: Engage with whom you will, My Huntress.
Artemis smiles before getting up from her seat and making her way towards the dark haired babe. As she goes, Cole leans back in his seat, touching a button at his wrist.
Cole: Gentlemen, awareness is required.
Artemis approaches the brunette with a smile and strikes up a conversation with her. As Cole watches her, two members of the Five, Robert Resnik and Johnny Hull glance back from closer to the bar. The two had been unobtrusively chatting up a couple of local college girls, drugs and other things being discussed. Cole nods and both men keep one eye on Artemis as they continue to chat up their own targets for the evening.
Artemis chats away to the girl who agrees to meet Artemis later. Turns out she worked here and was just on her break. Artemis starts to make her way back to the table. A small smile on her lips.
Cole: Three o’clock, Delta Bravo…
Robert and Johnny glance away as their girls turn to order more drinks. All three men see a typical frat guy and a his wingman moving in on Artemis with a look in their eye that suggested trouble was on the way with them.
Artemis senses their approach and ignores them. Let them try..
Cole smirks, knowing what’s likely coming.
Cole: Awareness and alertness, preparations would be in order…
Artemis continues to the table slowing down her pace just a fraction as the frat boys close in. Seemingly sensing them, more likely having seen their reflections in the mirror on the wall, she pauses in her step and turns around to face them.
Artemis: Can I help you?
Frat Boy 1: We heard you was looking for a good time…
His companion chuckles drunkenly.
Frat Boy 2: Yeah, and we got the shit to give it to ya!
The first snickers as well, obviously flying high on something himself.
Frat Boy 1: You look like the kind of piece really likes to get down…
He pats a bulge in his pocket and his companion grins stupidly.
Frat Boy 2: She do too, don’t she?
Artemis: Oh yeah? I do, do I?
She beckons to first one.
Artemis: Come closer and I'll show you just how much of a good time I am...
The two move in, the first one touching her arm.
Frat Boy 1: Gimme a taste, Baby…
Artemis: Oh I'll give you a taste alright...
Once they're close enough she leans into the nearest one’s ear and whispers.
Artemis: But it's a taste you won't like...
She reaches down and grabs his nether regions, twisting roughly.
Artemis: One... I'm not a whore for your amusement...
She twists again .
Artemis: And two... I fucking hate drugs with a passion...
She releases her hand and kicks him to the ground before shooting a look at the other guy.
Artemis: You want a taste too huh? Or are you gonna go running home crying to mama now?
Frat Boy 2: Man, you crazy…
He looks down as his companion on the floor.
Frat Boy 1: Man, she fuckin… broke... my dick…
Artemis: No less than you deserve... morons…
Cole smirks from his seat.
Cole: The threat is neutralized, return to your pursuit of alternate personal entertainment opportunities.
Robert and Johnny silently nod and resume chatting up the girls at the bar in earnest as Artemis walks back over to Cole, sitting next to him.
Cole: That was quite… entertaining…
Artemis: I aim to please.
Cole nods.
Cole: I do so love the viewing when you work, the show is always exquisite.
He pats her hand.
Cole: So, do we possess expectations for the evening?
Artemis nods and he smiles as they watch the two frat boys scramble away.
A dive, that's what it was. Nominally, it was called a pub, but in this section of Brooklyn, that was really a misnomer and everybody who ever saw that word next to the name, "Nick's," knew it just meant that the cops knew not to mess with the place. The owner, Nicolai Geddup, had never actually worked the place. It was really just a front for others who liked to spread the proper amount of money needed to make sure they could do whatever they wanted to do.
This day is like every other day, the man known as Apollo sits at the bar, a drink in his hand and his eyes on the table in the back corner where his two best friends, Argo and Agamemnon sit watching his girlfriend, Artemis, as she dances uneasily.
Argo: Do we need to get her drunker?
Agamemnon: Naw... the stupid bitch would just make a mess then…
Artemis hated doing this, hated dancing like this but she has to do it to earn her keep, or so Apollo would say. He'd sell her to the highest bidder too, no doubt, probably let those two men sitting with him have their way with her... bastard... but such was her life she guessed. She knew nothing else…
Apollo: Move that ass, Artemis, they ain’t got all damn night!
Artemis closes her eyes for a second at his words before she sidles over closer to them, trying to hold the vomit building up back. She puts on a smile and dances around them, sexually, teasing them.
Argo: Hells yeah, now that’s where it’s at!
Artemis bites her tongue before she turns around the tell the man exactly where its at. She instead leans over him, close enough for him to smell her, but not touching him.
Agamemnon: Man, how come Argo gets all the ass up in this bitch?
Argo smirks.
Argo: Cause you ain’t know how to treat a bitch, that’s why!
Artemis: Wait your turn…
She offers him a smile, trying to act the part when truthfully she wanted to be sick. These men, all of this, was a living she would much rather not have, but needed to, plus this was part and parcel being being with Apollo.
Argo: Yeah, fucker, wait your damn turn!
Agamemnon crosses his arms irritably.
Agamemnon: Eh, fuck you!
Artemis: Now, now… Play nice…
She walks over to him and leans over into his ear
Artemis: There’s only one of me and two of you.
Apollo can’t help but chuckle cruelly.
Apollo: You say that like it’s actually a problem…
Argo looks up, suddenly put out.
Argo: Fuck you, I ain’t fucking sharing!
Artemis grits her teeth, “Great now they’re fighting over me.” She looks at Apollo, wanting out of this somehow.
Apollo: Keep your hands to yourself or you ain’t getting shit, Arg!
She resumes her dancing turning around and grinding her ass over Agamemnon’s lap area.
Agamemnon: Oooh, yeah, Baby, you really know how to fuck with a guy, don’t you?
Apollo nods.
Apollo: Damn right she does! Best piece of ass you’ll never have again if you don’t quit fucking with Argo about shit that don’t matter!
Artemis pauses.
Artemis: I thought I was just dancing for them... nothing else…
Agamemnon throws his hands up in frustration.
Agamemnon: Aw, come on, Man!
Apollo shrugs.
Apollo: Keep bitching, Memnon, you ain’t touching shit!
Argo smirks.
Argo: And he don’t just mean her…
Agamemnon’s arms fly down as he sits up in shock.
Agamemnon: How you gonna do a brother like that?!!?
Artemis jumps forward in shock as he stands up, fear on her face. Shit, now she’s made them fight. As she stands there, Apollo walks up to her, sliding a syringe from his pocket. He slips off a tip cover and sticks it into her buttocks, pushing the plunger before she can even gasp.
Apollo: That oughtta cover the problem…
He steps back as her eyes start to glaze over.
Apollo: I warned you what would happen if you didn’t fucking cooperate, you stupid bitch!
He nods to his buddies, tossing Agamemnon some pills.
Apollo: Ease her to the back room, she should be ready to play in a few minutes.
Argo nods, taking a hold of her arm while Agamemnon pops a couple of pills.
Argo: Bro, you know to get shit done!
Artemis wants to scream but the shot has her all foggy and not herself.
Apollo: Don’t worry, just give her a pill every so often and she’ll party all night!
Agamemnon: Fuck yeah!
Argo and Agamemnon lead her to the back room where they spend the next hour having their way with her. After they finish, Apollo steps into the room.
Apollo: You look like you need another dose…
Artemis: No…
She manages to whimper, which only seems to anger him.
Apollo: Did you just tell me no?
He grabs her wrist roughly.
Apollo: Answer me! Did you just say no to me?
Artemis’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head.
Artemis: Please, I…
Apollo slaps her and then walks to the side door, the door to the closet.
Apollo: Maybe you need some time in here…
Artemis: No, please! I wont do it again… please…
She pulls on his arm, trying to get away to plead with him not to lock her in there. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial. Opening it up, he pulls out a small scoop and holds it towards her.
Apollo: Snort it…
Artemis: Please, no…
Apollo just stares at her, almost through her.
Apollo: Snort it… or it’s into the closet…
Artemis is trembling, coke or closet? She shakes her head before taking the scoop and snorting it.
Artemis: I really hate you sometimes… You know that…
He puts the vial away and smirks.
Apollo: You think I should have them come back in here or should I just enjoy all your holes myself?
She falters, not wanting to say no to him again, even though she wants to say no to both choices right now.
Artemis: I… Whatever you wish…
Apollo can’t help but laugh.
Apollo: The night is young… and I don’t want the merchandise damaged so… maybe we can just go home.
Artemis looks hopeful.
Artemis: Really? No more of… that?
Apollo shrugs.
Apollo: I might make love to you later… but, they’ve had enough…
Artemis: Make love… Is that what you call it?
Apollo: Cute… are you trying to piss me off? Here I’m being nice and about to do you a favor and you’re giving me shit?
Artemis: Sorry… I…
Apollo leans in closer to her.
Apollo: Watch your ass, Artemis. You’re hot and I love you, but don’t push too hard or you won’t like where it gets you!
She bows her head.
Artemis: Ok.
Seemingly satisfied, Apollo nods and leads her from the building, his demeanor telling her all she needed to know about what the evening was probably going to have in store for her.
Present Day…
Artemis and her boyfriend, Cole Hunter sit in a club in some out of the way area in Louisiana. They came to places like this a lot, and they were never disappointed in their search for entertainment.
Cole: Is the evening’s selection to My Huntress’s acceptance or are other environs required for her satisfaction to be fulfilled?
She smiles up at him.
Artemis: Anywhere where you are is perfect.
Cole: Is there any particular activity you wish to engage in prior to our departure for the next destination? Any particular plaything we should be searching for?
She scans the area looking to see what delights are out in the sea of people.
Artemis: Something dark… Something that can handle the pain I wish to throw at it.
Cole nods, scanning the place as well.
Cole: Candidates abound…
Her eyes settle on a tall dark woman over in the corner.
Artemis: I like the look of her.
Cole directs his attention at that area and nods.
Cole: Exquisite choice…
He pauses, taking in the sight.
Cole: Pain shall be her pleasure…
Artemis: Shall we go acquaint ourselves?
Cole nods to the men just to the left.
Cole: Careful we do not attract attention from unwanted targets.
Artemis: They interfere, they got another thing coming.
Cole nods.
Cole: Engage with whom you will, My Huntress.
Artemis smiles before getting up from her seat and making her way towards the dark haired babe. As she goes, Cole leans back in his seat, touching a button at his wrist.
Cole: Gentlemen, awareness is required.
Artemis approaches the brunette with a smile and strikes up a conversation with her. As Cole watches her, two members of the Five, Robert Resnik and Johnny Hull glance back from closer to the bar. The two had been unobtrusively chatting up a couple of local college girls, drugs and other things being discussed. Cole nods and both men keep one eye on Artemis as they continue to chat up their own targets for the evening.
Artemis chats away to the girl who agrees to meet Artemis later. Turns out she worked here and was just on her break. Artemis starts to make her way back to the table. A small smile on her lips.
Cole: Three o’clock, Delta Bravo…
Robert and Johnny glance away as their girls turn to order more drinks. All three men see a typical frat guy and a his wingman moving in on Artemis with a look in their eye that suggested trouble was on the way with them.
Artemis senses their approach and ignores them. Let them try..
Cole smirks, knowing what’s likely coming.
Cole: Awareness and alertness, preparations would be in order…
Artemis continues to the table slowing down her pace just a fraction as the frat boys close in. Seemingly sensing them, more likely having seen their reflections in the mirror on the wall, she pauses in her step and turns around to face them.
Artemis: Can I help you?
Frat Boy 1: We heard you was looking for a good time…
His companion chuckles drunkenly.
Frat Boy 2: Yeah, and we got the shit to give it to ya!
The first snickers as well, obviously flying high on something himself.
Frat Boy 1: You look like the kind of piece really likes to get down…
He pats a bulge in his pocket and his companion grins stupidly.
Frat Boy 2: She do too, don’t she?
Artemis: Oh yeah? I do, do I?
She beckons to first one.
Artemis: Come closer and I'll show you just how much of a good time I am...
The two move in, the first one touching her arm.
Frat Boy 1: Gimme a taste, Baby…
Artemis: Oh I'll give you a taste alright...
Once they're close enough she leans into the nearest one’s ear and whispers.
Artemis: But it's a taste you won't like...
She reaches down and grabs his nether regions, twisting roughly.
Artemis: One... I'm not a whore for your amusement...
She twists again .
Artemis: And two... I fucking hate drugs with a passion...
She releases her hand and kicks him to the ground before shooting a look at the other guy.
Artemis: You want a taste too huh? Or are you gonna go running home crying to mama now?
Frat Boy 2: Man, you crazy…
He looks down as his companion on the floor.
Frat Boy 1: Man, she fuckin… broke... my dick…
Artemis: No less than you deserve... morons…
Cole smirks from his seat.
Cole: The threat is neutralized, return to your pursuit of alternate personal entertainment opportunities.
Robert and Johnny silently nod and resume chatting up the girls at the bar in earnest as Artemis walks back over to Cole, sitting next to him.
Cole: That was quite… entertaining…
Artemis: I aim to please.
Cole nods.
Cole: I do so love the viewing when you work, the show is always exquisite.
He pats her hand.
Cole: So, do we possess expectations for the evening?
Artemis nods and he smiles as they watch the two frat boys scramble away.
