Post by Jeszika on Feb 21, 2014 4:50:35 GMT -6
Scene opens on Jeszika Gautier sitting in the living room of her second home, her appartment in New York. She liked to come up here sometimes just to get away from things. Though this trip from New Orleans to New York was about more than that. She was waiting on a phone call that was sadly already a week after dude.
She didnt even know why she was still waiting really. She should probably head home, she had like a week until she needed to fly to Reno for Targic engagement. She had to get back and pack at some point.
Her phone suddenly springs to life, alerting her that she has a text message. She reaches over and grabs it and a smile spreads in her face. it was the message she had been waiting for.
"Go to X hotel at 6pm. Dress alluringly. Ask for your key at the desk. Further instructions in the room."
It was Melissa, her maybe girlfriend. She'd been waiting to hear from her
Jeszika looks at the time, 430... right... she busies herself rushing about getting ready, and an hour and a half later she walks into the hotel, wearing silk stocking, a little black dress, some killer red Bordello heels, over top of the ensemble is a coat to guard against the snow. Her hair is pulled back in a diamand encrusted clip. her eyes are done up with a smokey eye look and dark red lipstick adorns her lips.
As told by Melissa, she goes to the woman at the counter and askes for the key. This is quickly handed to her and she makes her way up to the room. She pauses outside, not sure weither to knock, or jusy enter, so she knocks and waits.
After waiting a few seconds and not getting a responce, she gently pushes door open and pokes her head inside, entering slowly.
Jeszika: Hello?
No response, so she enters the rest of the way and looks around
On the bed there is a duffel bag and a folded note.
The note reads:
"Open the bag. You will find further instructions inside along with materials. I know that you have arrived now and you have exactly one hour to finish."
Jeszika puts the note down on the bed and sets about opening the bag. In the bag she finds a few coils of rope, a pair of handcuffs, two large black sashes and a soft foam ball and a note with instructions.
Jeszika: Wow...
She says to herself, shocked by what she was being asked to do. The instructions were how to bind herself for bondage. All set to bind her well and leave her helpless to whatever Melissa had planned for her. SHe reads over the instructions a few times, then nods to herself.
Jeszika: OK... So lets do this
She says to herself and a good while later she is bound and waiting on the bed. Bound exactly how Melissa instructed her
The instructions followed precisely surprised even Jez with how effective they were. There was no key to those cuffs either, ensuring that she was trapped until she was let out. She had fifteen minutes to sit and wonder before she heard a key card in the door's lock...
Jesika ears perk up as she hears the keycard, follwed by the sound of the door opening, and heels clinking on the ground.
Someone else is in the room. Where she sits on the edge of the bed she can feel them looking at her. The very sensation makes her squirm, deepens her breathing through her nose. Gloved hands check ropes, cuffs, sashes...making sure she's done a good job, it seems.
Jeszika feels as whoever it is pulls on the ropes, checking them for tightness. She tenses a little, wishing she could see who they were. Instead, all she can do is listen, and feel.
They walk away and lock the door, then return to the room. Jez feels nothing but their stare...before bare hands set upon her silk-covered legs. They run from below the hem of her dress to her ankles and back up again, slowly.
A sharp intake of breath is heard when those hands first touch her. She savours in the feel of the hands, teasing her through the silk.
Melissa: I'm very impressed, Jeszika. You follow instructions well and you trusted in me without knowing what you were walking into. That means a lot to me.
Melissa's voice, quiet and gentle.
Jeszika smiles beneath the gag at the sound of Melissa's voice.
Melissa: Now it's my turn to prepare. But first, allow me to alter your state.
Jeszika feels for the first time what it's like to have Melissa take control. Her legs are brought up onto the bed and her ropes are altered slightly. In moments her cuffed wrists are linked to her ankles which are likewise brought behind her. Her red heels, pretty as they are, are also removed as she's laid face-down on the soft bed. Without another word, Melissa moves into the other room to 'prepare'.
Jeszika pulls on the ropes after she leaves, yeah, she wasn't going no where. She waits patiently as Melissa prepares herself.
When she does, she pulls off the blindfold so Jeszika can see the form-fitting leather attire, including jacket and pants, that Melissa has on. The boots are a nice touch, too, knee high under the hem of the pants. A white silk blouse beneath completes the look as she crouches to look into Jez's eyes.
Melissa: Hello again.
Jeszika smiles and tries to say hello, but it only comes out as "ra-lo" and not much else. she blushes a little in embarrassment at her bumble.
Melissa smiles slightly at the greeting attempt and undoes the clip holding up Jez's hair, letting it fall loose and pretty around her shoulders.
Melissa: Well, then. What do you think? In anticipation of all this, I picked up this outfit...my taste plus what we saw at the club. Does it suit me?
Jeszika nods. She liked it a lot, and truth be told she wanted nothing more than to peel that delicious leather off Melissa's skin.
Maybe the woman could see it in her eyes...for she smiled deliciously.
Melissa: Oh, no...you're staying just like this until I've properly inspected you. Head...
She cups Jeszika's chin.
Melissa: ...to toe.
Then caresses the length of her body all the way down to her silk-sheathed toes.
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A couple of days later we find Jeszika back in her NYC apartment, a camera set up as she paces back and forth, a remote in her hand as she watches a screen behind the camera as Donzigs latest video plays in the background. She pauses it then turns to the camera
"Since when has my personal life and what I do wuth it been your business to comment on and judge Donzig? What gives you the right to tell me whats right and wrong when it comes to my life? Yeah I fucked a guy, yeah I fucked a girl, what the fuck does that have to do with whats gonna go down between us in the ring? Whoop de doo, I have a life outside the ring, oh lets all poke fun at the girl living her life day to day and piss her off shall we?"
She smirks
"You know what they say about the Tigers in Zoo's Donzig? Don't poke fingers in the Tigress's cage unless you wanna loose and arm. And yeah, this is Tragic Engagement and you have observed me having relations with fellow wrestlers Broderick Montgomery and Bethany Kenyon. So its not just "the Days of Gotier" As you say.... The the days of Brody... You know the days of a man higher up the food chain that you. So before you go ratting me out for living a "Soap opera" think of who's involved before you bite off more than you can chew."
She stop pacing and frowns for a second.
"You also call into question my love for this business. How fucken dare you. My love for this business, for my work, is the one thing I aint confused on. I havent fought for years to get where I am cos I don't love it here. You know nothing about me, so don't presume to tell me what I do and do not love. Oh and Donzig... I think you should learn exactly what I am capable of, what I am willing to do before you go ahead and bait me. You've seen me in what... 2 matches and you presume to know exactly what I am capable of?"
She laughs
"You aint seen shit Donzig... You know NOTHING about me at all. You don't know the things I've done in my life. The things I have been through. I'm not just a pretty face you see. There is more blood on my hands than I'm sure you've ever seen in your life. from fighting and from other jobs. There are men no longer breathing because of the things I've done. This "Soap Opera" is more than capable of getting the job done. No matter the cost. I already know that there is NO LIMIT to how far I will go to succeed here. The price I am willing to pay? Ad much as it takes, then some.You say I don't have it in me? Yeah.... You put a gun to a mans head... Pull the trigger, then come back and see me... You learn the fine art of torture and then come back to me... Yeah, I may be just a pretty face, but you'll just have to learn this week Donzig this pretty face... This "good girl" Has a serious dark side. You made you first mistake when you judged books by covers, your second mistake... Was doing it not once, but twice..."
She smirks
"See you Sunday..."
Camera shuts off, leaving us in darkness.
She didnt even know why she was still waiting really. She should probably head home, she had like a week until she needed to fly to Reno for Targic engagement. She had to get back and pack at some point.
Her phone suddenly springs to life, alerting her that she has a text message. She reaches over and grabs it and a smile spreads in her face. it was the message she had been waiting for.
"Go to X hotel at 6pm. Dress alluringly. Ask for your key at the desk. Further instructions in the room."
It was Melissa, her maybe girlfriend. She'd been waiting to hear from her
Jeszika looks at the time, 430... right... she busies herself rushing about getting ready, and an hour and a half later she walks into the hotel, wearing silk stocking, a little black dress, some killer red Bordello heels, over top of the ensemble is a coat to guard against the snow. Her hair is pulled back in a diamand encrusted clip. her eyes are done up with a smokey eye look and dark red lipstick adorns her lips.
As told by Melissa, she goes to the woman at the counter and askes for the key. This is quickly handed to her and she makes her way up to the room. She pauses outside, not sure weither to knock, or jusy enter, so she knocks and waits.
After waiting a few seconds and not getting a responce, she gently pushes door open and pokes her head inside, entering slowly.
Jeszika: Hello?
No response, so she enters the rest of the way and looks around
On the bed there is a duffel bag and a folded note.
The note reads:
"Open the bag. You will find further instructions inside along with materials. I know that you have arrived now and you have exactly one hour to finish."
Jeszika puts the note down on the bed and sets about opening the bag. In the bag she finds a few coils of rope, a pair of handcuffs, two large black sashes and a soft foam ball and a note with instructions.
Jeszika: Wow...
She says to herself, shocked by what she was being asked to do. The instructions were how to bind herself for bondage. All set to bind her well and leave her helpless to whatever Melissa had planned for her. SHe reads over the instructions a few times, then nods to herself.
Jeszika: OK... So lets do this
She says to herself and a good while later she is bound and waiting on the bed. Bound exactly how Melissa instructed her
The instructions followed precisely surprised even Jez with how effective they were. There was no key to those cuffs either, ensuring that she was trapped until she was let out. She had fifteen minutes to sit and wonder before she heard a key card in the door's lock...
Jesika ears perk up as she hears the keycard, follwed by the sound of the door opening, and heels clinking on the ground.
Someone else is in the room. Where she sits on the edge of the bed she can feel them looking at her. The very sensation makes her squirm, deepens her breathing through her nose. Gloved hands check ropes, cuffs, sashes...making sure she's done a good job, it seems.
Jeszika feels as whoever it is pulls on the ropes, checking them for tightness. She tenses a little, wishing she could see who they were. Instead, all she can do is listen, and feel.
They walk away and lock the door, then return to the room. Jez feels nothing but their stare...before bare hands set upon her silk-covered legs. They run from below the hem of her dress to her ankles and back up again, slowly.
A sharp intake of breath is heard when those hands first touch her. She savours in the feel of the hands, teasing her through the silk.
Melissa: I'm very impressed, Jeszika. You follow instructions well and you trusted in me without knowing what you were walking into. That means a lot to me.
Melissa's voice, quiet and gentle.
Jeszika smiles beneath the gag at the sound of Melissa's voice.
Melissa: Now it's my turn to prepare. But first, allow me to alter your state.
Jeszika feels for the first time what it's like to have Melissa take control. Her legs are brought up onto the bed and her ropes are altered slightly. In moments her cuffed wrists are linked to her ankles which are likewise brought behind her. Her red heels, pretty as they are, are also removed as she's laid face-down on the soft bed. Without another word, Melissa moves into the other room to 'prepare'.
Jeszika pulls on the ropes after she leaves, yeah, she wasn't going no where. She waits patiently as Melissa prepares herself.
When she does, she pulls off the blindfold so Jeszika can see the form-fitting leather attire, including jacket and pants, that Melissa has on. The boots are a nice touch, too, knee high under the hem of the pants. A white silk blouse beneath completes the look as she crouches to look into Jez's eyes.
Melissa: Hello again.
Jeszika smiles and tries to say hello, but it only comes out as "ra-lo" and not much else. she blushes a little in embarrassment at her bumble.
Melissa smiles slightly at the greeting attempt and undoes the clip holding up Jez's hair, letting it fall loose and pretty around her shoulders.
Melissa: Well, then. What do you think? In anticipation of all this, I picked up this outfit...my taste plus what we saw at the club. Does it suit me?
Jeszika nods. She liked it a lot, and truth be told she wanted nothing more than to peel that delicious leather off Melissa's skin.
Maybe the woman could see it in her eyes...for she smiled deliciously.
Melissa: Oh, no...you're staying just like this until I've properly inspected you. Head...
She cups Jeszika's chin.
Melissa: ...to toe.
Then caresses the length of her body all the way down to her silk-sheathed toes.
*******************************************
A couple of days later we find Jeszika back in her NYC apartment, a camera set up as she paces back and forth, a remote in her hand as she watches a screen behind the camera as Donzigs latest video plays in the background. She pauses it then turns to the camera
"Since when has my personal life and what I do wuth it been your business to comment on and judge Donzig? What gives you the right to tell me whats right and wrong when it comes to my life? Yeah I fucked a guy, yeah I fucked a girl, what the fuck does that have to do with whats gonna go down between us in the ring? Whoop de doo, I have a life outside the ring, oh lets all poke fun at the girl living her life day to day and piss her off shall we?"
She smirks
"You know what they say about the Tigers in Zoo's Donzig? Don't poke fingers in the Tigress's cage unless you wanna loose and arm. And yeah, this is Tragic Engagement and you have observed me having relations with fellow wrestlers Broderick Montgomery and Bethany Kenyon. So its not just "the Days of Gotier" As you say.... The the days of Brody... You know the days of a man higher up the food chain that you. So before you go ratting me out for living a "Soap opera" think of who's involved before you bite off more than you can chew."
She stop pacing and frowns for a second.
"You also call into question my love for this business. How fucken dare you. My love for this business, for my work, is the one thing I aint confused on. I havent fought for years to get where I am cos I don't love it here. You know nothing about me, so don't presume to tell me what I do and do not love. Oh and Donzig... I think you should learn exactly what I am capable of, what I am willing to do before you go ahead and bait me. You've seen me in what... 2 matches and you presume to know exactly what I am capable of?"
She laughs
"You aint seen shit Donzig... You know NOTHING about me at all. You don't know the things I've done in my life. The things I have been through. I'm not just a pretty face you see. There is more blood on my hands than I'm sure you've ever seen in your life. from fighting and from other jobs. There are men no longer breathing because of the things I've done. This "Soap Opera" is more than capable of getting the job done. No matter the cost. I already know that there is NO LIMIT to how far I will go to succeed here. The price I am willing to pay? Ad much as it takes, then some.You say I don't have it in me? Yeah.... You put a gun to a mans head... Pull the trigger, then come back and see me... You learn the fine art of torture and then come back to me... Yeah, I may be just a pretty face, but you'll just have to learn this week Donzig this pretty face... This "good girl" Has a serious dark side. You made you first mistake when you judged books by covers, your second mistake... Was doing it not once, but twice..."
She smirks
"See you Sunday..."
Camera shuts off, leaving us in darkness.
