Adi's OOC Writing Thread

[FF:JE Manager]

The Seduction of Dance

An opening to a short story based on lust and betrayal.

I had only been sat down for a matter of ten minutes when my eyes fell onto the most beautiful angel in the club, be it a lap dancing club and all the women in here were stunning but this particular woman was….amazing. Sat at the front of the stage I was greeted with the sight of three women including her beginning their dance routine, I crossed my left leg over my right to try and constrict the lust that was starting to burn inside of my jeans. I wanted to distance myself from the rest of men inside this place not just physically but mentally also; I didn’t want everyone to think I was just another pervert or sex obsessed hot blooded male aching for a chance to see a young woman’s ample frame. In truth I wasn’t exactly sex obsessed I had a wife sat at home who was more than willing to bend to my needs as a man, she wasn’t that bad at it either I hadn’t found myself thinking that the grass was greener on the other side before. Really I didn’t know why I had come here….I let out a small cough under my breath as I shifted in the leather seat, as the music began to play my eyes shot straight to the young woman stood in the centre. My mouth opened slightly as I took in her beauty, her shoulder length brown hair wrapped around her slender shoulders she carefully caressed the metal pole with her lower body. Sliding up and down letting her hands move slowly down the pole as she spun around it, I tensed my legs even tighter now feeling like a young boy watching the girls undress in the changing room at school.

Half of the men here if not all wouldn’t be ashamed of revealing they had a hard on for the women here, and of course they would be married or seeing someone else. I kept my eyes on this wonderful woman who set my heart racing among other things; she was as graceful as a ballet dancer with a beauty to last through the ages. I had already assumed that I would never knew her name women like this only got as close as they needed to be, in my mind I gave her the name Aurora….sweet and delicate Aurora. Oh how I wanted her in my arms to hold her close to my chest and heart, I wouldn’t name this feeling as love more companionship.

Her body moved with such ease but full of the temptation to just reach out and touch her just once, her skin glistened in the lights focused on the stage small beads of sweat forming on her slender shoulders and chest. Not to mention on my own forehead and chest, I slowly undid the first button on my white shirt to allow what air conditioning there was in this place to touch upon my own skin. Resting my elbow on the leather chair arm I placed my right cheek into the palm of my hand, my eyes falling over every inch of her body. Words really could not describe what I felt for her, I hardly knew her but yet I wanted her in my arms at this very moment. She spun around the pole elegantly her hair wrapping around her shoulders, then for a split moment her eyes met mine. Her beautiful deep emerald eyes how I fell into those willingly, I should have left at that point but she kept me here. I suppose that was her job though to keep the customers all night whatever the cost, which actually put me off slightly when I thought of all the men she may have had. I uncrossed my leg as her dance finished I was half ready to go back home anyway; truly she looked like an angel made from God but….her true intentions would be closer to those of the devil than the almighty.

Pushing myself up from the chair I slapped down some money onto the table to pay for the drink I had, rubbing the back of my neck I made my way towards the exit pushing the door open with a bang. Shaking my head as I began to walk I tried to run through all the reasons why I had actually been there, it wasn’t like I had a terrible home life or that my wife wasn’t pleasing me. I couldn’t pin point it which frustrated me, I could feel the lust between my legs dying down thankfully. How would I explain that to my devoted wife?

[Lady Summoner Adiona Duer]

The Block Dweller Chronicles: The Lone Valkyrie
Chapter 1: SSDD


The soft wet grass bent under her black boots as she jumped down from one of the lower branches of the tree she had climbed only an hour ago. Her hands pushed into the damp ground to give herself more support whilst her right knee bent from the jump. The sun had started to rise which was sometimes enough to ward off the nightmarish horde that appeared in the darkness. Adiona rose slowly to her feet as she rubbed her hands against her brown shorts, it was 'laundry' day anyway today. There was once a time she had more clothes that just the ones on her back but that domesticated side of her life was almost forgotten. Every day was almost the same and had been for almost a year now; she had placed herself into a routine which helped to while away the creeping thoughts of her earlier life. The nineteen year old straightened out her white tank top and slipped the edges under her shorts before she quickly ran her fingers through her shoulder length crimson hair. She let her green eyes look over the landscape before heading towards the nearby river which opened out into the ocean; her work on building a wooden boat was on hold thanks to the incident last year. The straps of her backpack had begun to rub against her bare shoulders causing light red marks, her wooden bow and arrows didn't help. The heaviest item was her iron sword which was in a leather holster around her waist. It had taken some time for her to get used to the weight she now needed to carry.

Adiona dropped her black backpack to the ground as she knelt to take a handful of cold water. She splashed the cool refreshing water against her face and then her arms with any other droplets landing on her chest. This was her daily grooming routine. The plan for the rest of the day rarely changed from other days but the most pressing item on the agenda was to set up several dispensers. They had proven quite useful in the areas she had already set them up; on a few occasions they had been lifesavers. Her hand reached inside her backpack to pull out a crudely drawn map. Adiona wasn't the best artist in the world but in her current situation the drawings didn't have to be perfect, her life depended on her own skills and quick thinking. For a moment her heart skipped a beat as her mind wandered to those that were now not a part of her life, one in particular who always commented on her inquisitive mind. Even now the memories of him almost brought tears to her eyes. Adiona quickly folded the map away and pushed herself to her feet. She let her arms stretch upwards to the cube world sky, it was a glorious day with only a few clouds in the sky. The sun's heat began to beat down on her cool skin, it was a welcoming feeling to know she was out of danger for a few hours. Adiona slung her black backpack over her shoulders and began her usually morning trek with the added sound of her stomach grumbling. Her right hand immediately shot down to her roaring belly and began to rub it gently; oh how she missed having her meals at set times within the comfort of her own home. That time in her life had past and she knew better than to dwell on the past. But how could she not think of home? As Adiona began her daily walk to scout out the area she lifted her eyes to see a herd of cows grazing just by a hill in the distance. Her stomach was almost pulling her towards the meaty beasts. Like a hunter Adiona slowly stalked her prey moving like a predator through the forest. She kept her emerald-green eyes on one cow in particular; even as she gently dropped her backpack to the floor and began to pull her bow from her right shoulder. No matter how many times she had hunted she knew to not take anything for granted. Her small hand gripped the bow as she pulled out an arrow from the brown leather quiver on her back. The arrow made from wood with clucker's feathers was nocked into place and in one swift movement, Adiona brought the bow up and aimed for the cow's neck. If she was lucky enough she would hit the jugular vein; if not it meant a bit of running. The young dweller took in a few breaths as she took aim, her dominant eye gauging the distance. As quickly as she had spotted the herd, the arrow left the bow hitting the unlucky cow in the neck. Immediately Adiona dropped the bow and unsheathed her iron sword in preparation to run; but it was not needed. The arrow had penetrated its intended target and even though it had taken off, the poor creäture hadn't gotten very far.

The next hour entailed Adiona using what tools she had available to cut of respectable slabs of meat to create a hearty breakfast. She found as she sat there that she enjoyed the thrill of the hunt but the basic tools were more of an annoyance. Oh how she yearned to use something more advanced and useful. Her heart sank once again as her mind ran over the events about why she now lived outside the safety of a stone wall. To feel the warmth and comfort of familiar faces was now only a dream, it would never come true. The only face from her past that she could really see clearly any more was his. Even though they had parted on harsh and unforgiving terms Adiona rarely let a day go by without him entering her mind. Before she knew it the tech savvy teenager had built a makeshift fire and had started to cook breakfast. Eating the same meats was beginning to bore her taste buds.

With her belly full and the block sun high in the sky Adiona began to scout out the next area, taking notes and quick drawings on her map of how the area was laid out. Perhaps one day this would be an experience she could pass down to the next generation; but the people she wanted to talk to were those in the village. It was a ridiculous reason why they had exiled her she thought and with that thought in mind Adiona began to set up dispensers in the new area.