Post by Hunter on Feb 4, 2015 23:13:57 GMT -6
A small handheld camera beholds a man in a suit and tie with his hair apparently uncharacteristically combed back. An icy smile greets the lens as the man nods.
Man: Well, greetings and salutations to anyone endeavoring to engage in viewing activity contiguous with my broadcast, my name is Cole Hunter as as you can ascertain through your optical reception, I am…
He shrugs and turns the camera to face the building known as the Pleasure Dome.
Cole Hunter: On the hunt… so to speak…
The camera swings back to him.
Cole Hunter: I do so render enjoyment from taking in the scene…
The camera swings back around and slowly starts moving towards the door.
Cole Hunter: Watching is something that brings me immense pleasure, something I believe a gentlemen by the name of Bob Brooks can amply appreciate. I have been told we should be kindred spirits when it comes to certain activities involving those of the fairer sex and photographic exploits…
The camera pauses and turns back to him as he smirks creepily.
Cole Hunter: Granted, my exploits are admittedly a bit… cruder... in terms of equipment selected.
The view becomes the door again and follows inside the building.
Cole Hunter: When it comes to options for a production, I accept whatever is readily available and usually don’t find circumstances as a reason to complain.
The camera seemingly nestles in a different position as now both hands can be seen framing a makeshift scene before him.
Cole Hunter: And behold the target-rich environment that awaits, Bob…
The hands move out of frame as the dancers and other entertainment options offered by the Pleasure Dome come into focus.
Cole Hunter: How is that you have never partaken?
He pauses and spots a threesome of dancers starting to go through their routine.
Cole Hunter: Is there a particular target that has ensnared your viewfinder, Mr. Brooks?
A snicker meets the microphone as the camera moves like a nod.
Cole Hunter: Lacey Roberts is, indeed, an exquisite example of a worthy specimen for an apex predator such as yourself, Bob. Perhaps fortune will favor me with such a specimen for my own targeting proclivities…
The camera moves in closer to a brunette, a blonde and a redhead, getting ready for their turn on the stage.
Cole Hunter: She is everything a photographer such as yourself could want, is she not? Violent, given to behavior that makes her both entrancing and dangerous enough to warrant further study…
He pauses as the announcements met his ears and the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Sky, Sin and Mercy!”
Cole Hunter: Mm… perhaps this will do for my evening…
He watches as Skylar “Sky” Hansen, Cindy “Sin” Conway and Brittany ”Mercy” Conway begin dancing together.
Cole Hunter: Quite… provocative, aren’t they, Bob?
The camera moves from the girls to swing back to Cole.
Cole Hunter: I can’t wait to get to know everyone in UWA better… thank you for welcoming me, Bob… I’ll do my best to return the favor at my earliest convenience.
The camera turns off and Cole sits in to watch the dancing with particular interest paid to a particular blonde woman walking around the viewing area seemingly working the crowd. As he turns his attention to the dancers on stage, the blonde woman moves in next to him. As she goes to move away, he catches her hand in his pocket going for his wallet.
Cole Hunter: Endeavor to separate my monetary holdings from within my their usual place of residence a second time, and you will not enjoy what happens successively... however, if you would be accept a moment of hospitality, your company, your beauty and your abilities would be appreciated.
She cocks her head in shock.
Woman: Excuse me?
Cole smiles up at her, taking in her full visage.
Cole Hunter: You're beautiful, you're dangerous and I'm pretty sure I was not your first mark today... so please, remove your appendage from my pocket without removing anything else in the process, and the only consequence that will befall you... is that I'll wish to buy you a drink... assuming you accept such things.
She raises an eyebrow.
Woman: A drink?
She laughs a little, her hand moving away from his leg.
Woman: Like I'm gonna fall for that...
She leans down and whispers in his ear.
Woman: Prove you’re not a cop and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement.
Cole nods, clearly pleased.
Cole Hunter: Negotiation... intriguing...
Suddenly, a second guy marches up, looking pissed off and possibly drunk too.
Second Man: Hey, you fuckin bitch, where's my wallet?
Cole shakes head.
Cole Hunter: A Neanderthal or Cro-Magnon?
The man turns to face Cole.
Second Man: Hey Buddy, this ain't got shit to do with you!
Cole can’t help but snicker cruelly.
Cole Hunter: Definitely Neanderthal...
The man stares at Cole in stunned disbelief.
Second Man: You tryin' to be funny, Motherfucker?
Cole shakes his head.
Cole Hunter: To the contrary, I simply wish to avoid contact with your bottom-feeding, knuckle-dragging genetic material.
The man glares at Cole, trying to appear as tall and powerful as possible while the petite blonde almost cowers away.
Second Man: Look man, she stole my wallet over there by the fuckin bathroom and I'm gonna get my money back so fuck off!
Cole's voice suddenly goes icy.
Cole Hunter: Apologize and depart or enjoy a forced separation you will not enjoy...
The man cocks his head incredulously.
Second Man: The fuck does that mean?
As the door to the outside opens, a bus drives by noisily. Cole grabs a fork and jabs the guy in the genitals with it, putting his hand over the guy's mouth to stifle his scream as he stands up to meet him.
Cole Hunter: Continue this annoyance, and I'll shove it in further... do you understand?
The man nods, his eyes bulging in both shock and agony. Cole steps back and the guy stumbles away, clutching at his pants as he goes. Cole sits back down and smirks at the blonde woman.
Cole Hunter: Satisfactory?
A grin spreads on her face.
Woman: I think an arrangement can be met. Though I challenge you to find a bar that will allow the likes of me in it.
Cole Hunter: You'd be amazed what many establishments will allow if you simply apply the correct leverage at the entrance...
She nods sitting down next to him.
Woman: I think I like you already. Lead the way, then Mister and we'll see what we can work out.
He nods as they both take in the dancers.
Cole Hunter: Is there an appellation you enjoy having applied to you?
She shrugs.
Woman: Most know me as Artemis.
Cole’s smirk deepens and becomes almost lascivious.
Cole Hunter: Mmm... Goddess of the Hunt... interesting...
Artemis shrugs.
Artemis: I hunt. I find. I take. It's fitting, plus I'm Greek so... yeah.
Cole nods, taking in the scene.
Cole Hunter: My family name is Hunter...
Artemis stares at him like she can’t believe this is true.
Artemis: Seriously? Maybe the fates ordained this meeting...
He nods and points at the dancers as they move about before them.
Cole Hunter: You enjoy?
She nods.
Artemis: I wanna taste them all. That crossdresser earlier too, I'd jump them all in a heart beat.
She takes in the three as they slowly rid themselves of their clothing.
Artemis: Mmm, getting all hot just thinking about them... shame I don't have the cashola to afford to hire one of them and none of the men that have approached me tonight have appealed...
She smirks.
Artemis: Save one... who already offered me a drink but has yet to deliver on his promise.
Cole turns to her.
Cole Hunter: What is your desire?
Artemis shrugs.
Artemis: Whatever is on the menu, I'm not fussy.
Cole nods, looking back to the dancers as he licks his lips.
Cole Hunter: An omnivorous goddess... a rather enticing opportunity...
Artemis: I'm an opportunity for whoever takes my fancy.
He nods as he glances around, indicating all the options as he does.
Cole Hunter: Endless entertainment opportunities around us, and yet…
He looks back to her, smirking playfully.
Cole Hunter: Here we sit, in playful negotiation with each other instead.
She smirks back.
Artemis: Well, we could sample the candy store together, if you desire.
He smiles.
Cole Hunter: I DO currently possess the mean to feed any habit...
Hunger flashes in her eyes.
Artemis: Then you may well be my new best friend, but beware.... if you ever wrong me ain't a girl to trifle with.
Cole Hunter: Are there any other habits that require feeding?
Artemis: Like drug habits?
He shrugs.
Cole Hunter: Anything...
She shrugs back.
Artemis: Sex alcohol... I like money and jewels... and hell, I'd do anything for a decent meal. Kinda live on the street... hell, I'm not even from Vegas...
Cole Hunter: Neither am I.
Momentary worry flashes over her face.
Artemis: I kinda can't go home either.... where are you from?
Cole Hunter: New Orleans.
Artemis: New York. The Bronx. Though, like I said, can't go back even if I wanted to. Hell I don't even know how long I can stay here..
Unable to stop himself, Cole nods with amusement dancing in his eyes.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps you should endeavor to keep better company.
Artemis: Or endeavour not to piss off the wrong people...
He shrugs understandingly.
Cole Hunter: Better company could make that problem cease to be.
Confusion reigns in her eyes.
Artemis: How so?
The smirk returns.
Cole Hunter: Friendship and teamwork are wondrous things to enjoy.
Artemis nods happily.
Artemis: Then I think this friendship will be very fruitful indeed.
She smirks.
Artemis: For us both.
He nids then indicates the stage.
Cole Hunter: Indeed, now, is there any particular candy...
He swings his arm around as if showing the whole of the Pleasure Dome is within her reach.
Cole Hunter: You would enjoy most?
She looks around surveying the place.
Artemis: The dark haired one on stage or all three of them.
Cole turns to face the stage.
Cole Hunter: Black and Yellow make take some more extensive planning, however, the Red... could be an adequate appetizer... as well as the key to everything... shall we inquire as to availability?
She nods enthusiastically.
Artemis: Yes please!
Twenty minutes later, in a private overnight room, Cole’s camera snaps back on to find him smirking in a corner as the sounds of passion fill the air.
Cole Hunter: Mmm... she is simply exquisite with the whip... would you not agree with that sentiment, Miss...
He glances back over at something the camera cannot see.
Cole Hunter: Oh, right, no one cares what your name is…
He grins as he takes in the scene before him.
Cole Hunter: I do so love watching her ply her skills... it's almost intoxicating... especially when the sound effects come into play.
He shrugs as two female voices become intertwined.
Cole Hunter: Bob... I'll bet you wish you were hear to capture every solitary second of this glorious action on film...
He smirks both cruelly and playfully.
Cole Hunter: Worry not, it seems my latest acquaintance is quite skilled with a camera as well... we can furnish you with copies... if you so desire?
He snickers before looking back.
Cole Hunter: Pardon me, but this is where you… get off…
The camera fades to black with a flash of skin on skin.
Man: Well, greetings and salutations to anyone endeavoring to engage in viewing activity contiguous with my broadcast, my name is Cole Hunter as as you can ascertain through your optical reception, I am…
He shrugs and turns the camera to face the building known as the Pleasure Dome.
Cole Hunter: On the hunt… so to speak…
The camera swings back to him.
Cole Hunter: I do so render enjoyment from taking in the scene…
The camera swings back around and slowly starts moving towards the door.
Cole Hunter: Watching is something that brings me immense pleasure, something I believe a gentlemen by the name of Bob Brooks can amply appreciate. I have been told we should be kindred spirits when it comes to certain activities involving those of the fairer sex and photographic exploits…
The camera pauses and turns back to him as he smirks creepily.
Cole Hunter: Granted, my exploits are admittedly a bit… cruder... in terms of equipment selected.
The view becomes the door again and follows inside the building.
Cole Hunter: When it comes to options for a production, I accept whatever is readily available and usually don’t find circumstances as a reason to complain.
The camera seemingly nestles in a different position as now both hands can be seen framing a makeshift scene before him.
Cole Hunter: And behold the target-rich environment that awaits, Bob…
The hands move out of frame as the dancers and other entertainment options offered by the Pleasure Dome come into focus.
Cole Hunter: How is that you have never partaken?
He pauses and spots a threesome of dancers starting to go through their routine.
Cole Hunter: Is there a particular target that has ensnared your viewfinder, Mr. Brooks?
A snicker meets the microphone as the camera moves like a nod.
Cole Hunter: Lacey Roberts is, indeed, an exquisite example of a worthy specimen for an apex predator such as yourself, Bob. Perhaps fortune will favor me with such a specimen for my own targeting proclivities…
The camera moves in closer to a brunette, a blonde and a redhead, getting ready for their turn on the stage.
Cole Hunter: She is everything a photographer such as yourself could want, is she not? Violent, given to behavior that makes her both entrancing and dangerous enough to warrant further study…
He pauses as the announcements met his ears and the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Sky, Sin and Mercy!”
Cole Hunter: Mm… perhaps this will do for my evening…
He watches as Skylar “Sky” Hansen, Cindy “Sin” Conway and Brittany ”Mercy” Conway begin dancing together.
Cole Hunter: Quite… provocative, aren’t they, Bob?
The camera moves from the girls to swing back to Cole.
Cole Hunter: I can’t wait to get to know everyone in UWA better… thank you for welcoming me, Bob… I’ll do my best to return the favor at my earliest convenience.
The camera turns off and Cole sits in to watch the dancing with particular interest paid to a particular blonde woman walking around the viewing area seemingly working the crowd. As he turns his attention to the dancers on stage, the blonde woman moves in next to him. As she goes to move away, he catches her hand in his pocket going for his wallet.
Cole Hunter: Endeavor to separate my monetary holdings from within my their usual place of residence a second time, and you will not enjoy what happens successively... however, if you would be accept a moment of hospitality, your company, your beauty and your abilities would be appreciated.
She cocks her head in shock.
Woman: Excuse me?
Cole smiles up at her, taking in her full visage.
Cole Hunter: You're beautiful, you're dangerous and I'm pretty sure I was not your first mark today... so please, remove your appendage from my pocket without removing anything else in the process, and the only consequence that will befall you... is that I'll wish to buy you a drink... assuming you accept such things.
She raises an eyebrow.
Woman: A drink?
She laughs a little, her hand moving away from his leg.
Woman: Like I'm gonna fall for that...
She leans down and whispers in his ear.
Woman: Prove you’re not a cop and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement.
Cole nods, clearly pleased.
Cole Hunter: Negotiation... intriguing...
Suddenly, a second guy marches up, looking pissed off and possibly drunk too.
Second Man: Hey, you fuckin bitch, where's my wallet?
Cole shakes head.
Cole Hunter: A Neanderthal or Cro-Magnon?
The man turns to face Cole.
Second Man: Hey Buddy, this ain't got shit to do with you!
Cole can’t help but snicker cruelly.
Cole Hunter: Definitely Neanderthal...
The man stares at Cole in stunned disbelief.
Second Man: You tryin' to be funny, Motherfucker?
Cole shakes his head.
Cole Hunter: To the contrary, I simply wish to avoid contact with your bottom-feeding, knuckle-dragging genetic material.
The man glares at Cole, trying to appear as tall and powerful as possible while the petite blonde almost cowers away.
Second Man: Look man, she stole my wallet over there by the fuckin bathroom and I'm gonna get my money back so fuck off!
Cole's voice suddenly goes icy.
Cole Hunter: Apologize and depart or enjoy a forced separation you will not enjoy...
The man cocks his head incredulously.
Second Man: The fuck does that mean?
As the door to the outside opens, a bus drives by noisily. Cole grabs a fork and jabs the guy in the genitals with it, putting his hand over the guy's mouth to stifle his scream as he stands up to meet him.
Cole Hunter: Continue this annoyance, and I'll shove it in further... do you understand?
The man nods, his eyes bulging in both shock and agony. Cole steps back and the guy stumbles away, clutching at his pants as he goes. Cole sits back down and smirks at the blonde woman.
Cole Hunter: Satisfactory?
A grin spreads on her face.
Woman: I think an arrangement can be met. Though I challenge you to find a bar that will allow the likes of me in it.
Cole Hunter: You'd be amazed what many establishments will allow if you simply apply the correct leverage at the entrance...
She nods sitting down next to him.
Woman: I think I like you already. Lead the way, then Mister and we'll see what we can work out.
He nods as they both take in the dancers.
Cole Hunter: Is there an appellation you enjoy having applied to you?
She shrugs.
Woman: Most know me as Artemis.
Cole’s smirk deepens and becomes almost lascivious.
Cole Hunter: Mmm... Goddess of the Hunt... interesting...
Artemis shrugs.
Artemis: I hunt. I find. I take. It's fitting, plus I'm Greek so... yeah.
Cole nods, taking in the scene.
Cole Hunter: My family name is Hunter...
Artemis stares at him like she can’t believe this is true.
Artemis: Seriously? Maybe the fates ordained this meeting...
He nods and points at the dancers as they move about before them.
Cole Hunter: You enjoy?
She nods.
Artemis: I wanna taste them all. That crossdresser earlier too, I'd jump them all in a heart beat.
She takes in the three as they slowly rid themselves of their clothing.
Artemis: Mmm, getting all hot just thinking about them... shame I don't have the cashola to afford to hire one of them and none of the men that have approached me tonight have appealed...
She smirks.
Artemis: Save one... who already offered me a drink but has yet to deliver on his promise.
Cole turns to her.
Cole Hunter: What is your desire?
Artemis shrugs.
Artemis: Whatever is on the menu, I'm not fussy.
Cole nods, looking back to the dancers as he licks his lips.
Cole Hunter: An omnivorous goddess... a rather enticing opportunity...
Artemis: I'm an opportunity for whoever takes my fancy.
He nods as he glances around, indicating all the options as he does.
Cole Hunter: Endless entertainment opportunities around us, and yet…
He looks back to her, smirking playfully.
Cole Hunter: Here we sit, in playful negotiation with each other instead.
She smirks back.
Artemis: Well, we could sample the candy store together, if you desire.
He smiles.
Cole Hunter: I DO currently possess the mean to feed any habit...
Hunger flashes in her eyes.
Artemis: Then you may well be my new best friend, but beware.... if you ever wrong me ain't a girl to trifle with.
Cole Hunter: Are there any other habits that require feeding?
Artemis: Like drug habits?
He shrugs.
Cole Hunter: Anything...
She shrugs back.
Artemis: Sex alcohol... I like money and jewels... and hell, I'd do anything for a decent meal. Kinda live on the street... hell, I'm not even from Vegas...
Cole Hunter: Neither am I.
Momentary worry flashes over her face.
Artemis: I kinda can't go home either.... where are you from?
Cole Hunter: New Orleans.
Artemis: New York. The Bronx. Though, like I said, can't go back even if I wanted to. Hell I don't even know how long I can stay here..
Unable to stop himself, Cole nods with amusement dancing in his eyes.
Cole Hunter: Perhaps you should endeavor to keep better company.
Artemis: Or endeavour not to piss off the wrong people...
He shrugs understandingly.
Cole Hunter: Better company could make that problem cease to be.
Confusion reigns in her eyes.
Artemis: How so?
The smirk returns.
Cole Hunter: Friendship and teamwork are wondrous things to enjoy.
Artemis nods happily.
Artemis: Then I think this friendship will be very fruitful indeed.
She smirks.
Artemis: For us both.
He nids then indicates the stage.
Cole Hunter: Indeed, now, is there any particular candy...
He swings his arm around as if showing the whole of the Pleasure Dome is within her reach.
Cole Hunter: You would enjoy most?
She looks around surveying the place.
Artemis: The dark haired one on stage or all three of them.
Cole turns to face the stage.
Cole Hunter: Black and Yellow make take some more extensive planning, however, the Red... could be an adequate appetizer... as well as the key to everything... shall we inquire as to availability?
She nods enthusiastically.
Artemis: Yes please!
Twenty minutes later, in a private overnight room, Cole’s camera snaps back on to find him smirking in a corner as the sounds of passion fill the air.
Cole Hunter: Mmm... she is simply exquisite with the whip... would you not agree with that sentiment, Miss...
He glances back over at something the camera cannot see.
Cole Hunter: Oh, right, no one cares what your name is…
He grins as he takes in the scene before him.
Cole Hunter: I do so love watching her ply her skills... it's almost intoxicating... especially when the sound effects come into play.
He shrugs as two female voices become intertwined.
Cole Hunter: Bob... I'll bet you wish you were hear to capture every solitary second of this glorious action on film...
He smirks both cruelly and playfully.
Cole Hunter: Worry not, it seems my latest acquaintance is quite skilled with a camera as well... we can furnish you with copies... if you so desire?
He snickers before looking back.
Cole Hunter: Pardon me, but this is where you… get off…
The camera fades to black with a flash of skin on skin.
