Leaning back enough to let Meegan get a good hold on him, Drev puts the key in the ignition and fires the motorcyle. It roars to life immediately, as though eager to do its master's bidding. He revs the engine a few times, warming it up a bit, then eases it out of the stall.
The ride is surprisingly smooth as he starts down the road. The engine roars, but its a comfortably deep rumble; a noise that would easily be forgotten in the background if you're at all used to it.
Grey Goose Martini, stirred
Meegan was feeling tired, sore, and just a little sorry for herself, when the limo she'd called pulled up infront of the hotel. She like the bar in this hotel, it was a dark quiet place that made her feel she could drown her sorrows with out the lecherous stares of some of the more prominent clubs and bars on the Strip. And tonight she was in need of dark comfort.
She tried to talk herself out of her mood, as the driver opened her door and she set her brown leather straped heels on the ground. 'It's not like you really have a good reason to be in such a blue funk. You have a great assistant that has taken to her job like a fish to water. Two new friends to replace the ones you've lost, and a grand victory over that jackass in Georgia. You should be here to celebrate, but instead you are here to mope.'
Meegan sighed, as the heat that still lingered in the late evening air, hit her in the face. She stood fully and smoothed the silky cream fabric of her dress. She had liked this particular dress, when she'd seen it at the Versace show and had purchased it. This was the first time she'd worn it and it's soft swaying skirt seemed to fit her mood perfectly.
She thanked her driver and told him she would call when she was ready to leave, and to have a nice evening. The man at the door opened it and bowed her inside with a smile and an enthusiastic "Welcome to the Grand Piazza." She did her best to smile at him and made her way into the bar, and took up a seat at the dark mahogany rail and ordered a Grey Goose Martini, stirred.
((ooc anyone is welcome to join the sad little Meegan.))
Milazo
18 years ago
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan hugged tighter to Drev when he started the engine, the noise startling her. When he got them on the road, she became lost in the roar beneath her and the heat between her legs. She wondered if he could feel the heat grow since her crotch was pressed almost flush to his lower back. The thought of it made her nipples harden and she could feel the capured beed hoops press against his back. She knew if she just moved a little she would climax on the back of his monster. Wanting to build her anticipation, she stayed as still as she could, smiling into his neck.
Milazo
18 years ago
It may have just been his imagination, but Drev swore he could feel a warmth pressing against his lower back, right were Meegan's crotch was. 'It's like a giant vibrator on wheels,' one girl had told him after her first ride. Of course, it didn't do anything for him, but he could see what kind of effect it might have on a woman. He definitely felt the hard points pressing into his back, though. Did she have her nipples pierced? he wondered. It sure felt like it.
Grinning to himself, he pulled into the small lot and parked the bike. He helped Meegan down as he turned the key off. He secured the cycle and dismounted. He offered her his arm again, and led her into their building through the back door.
((Permission granted. Meegan and Calo out. Lock please.))
Grinning to himself, he pulled into the small lot and parked the bike. He helped Meegan down as he turned the key off. He secured the cycle and dismounted. He offered her his arm again, and led her into their building through the back door.
((Permission granted. Meegan and Calo out. Lock please.))