11-09-2023, 01:44 AM
Alistair had held small talk with Nadya as soft, bassy music played in the background; he had sipped his Manhattan and continued to wait for his contact. Alistair was entirely in the moment.
In the States, he rarely frequented strip clubs, having ventured in only after a match when the boys had invited him. He had felt strip clubs were cheap and shallow; why pay for something when the hunt was much more thrilling. Alistair also held himself to higher standards than most. He had found great satisfaction in achieving things others couldn't because his inner soul ached and tormented him to find satisfaction. A soul that strained to feel a deep emotional connection with anything he acquired. Pure satisfaction.
Why settle for silver when gold was within reach? Often, a treasure was closer than one thought, and people gave up too soon. They chose to lower their standards and settle for mediocrity. Often, on a dig for gold, the treasure was just three feet from where most would give up in their search for success or pleasure, but Alistair had the perseverance to see it through.
There was a lot of competition when it came to being mediocre. That space was very crowded. It was easy to achieve. Alistair had lived on a level where it was him and only a select few resided. This was the case for combat sports and women alike. The competition at the top was less due to the altitude Alistair had chosen to climb.
He had a thirst for a particular type of woman. A woman who had depth, mysterious emotion, high intellect, and possessed beauty that went beyond simply a big set of fake tits. His tastes were complex. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth; he preferred the satisfaction of a nice juicy steak. Encounters with ladies of the night that were paid for tended to leave a bitter taste in his mouth and, while at the moment, gave him a carnal release after were as satisfying as eating a rotten piece of fruit.
He and Nadya had surveyed the room, sitting pensively, engrossed in the sensual atmosphere. Drinks and little snacks kept coming from the server. Her soft face and innocent face intrigued him. While it seemed innocent, her vibe had given off a sharp edge, her hazel eyes lined with dark eye shadow. Each time she had left the table, Alistair enjoyed watching her petite little ass wiggle from side to side in her short skirt as she walked away. Nadya watched his eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She had taken a mental note as she anticipated his wants.
Alistair had settled into the moment and had become completely relaxed.
Suddenly, Alistar's contentment had been interrupted; Alistair had jolted as he felt a warm body press against him and a bimbo-sounding voice in his ear. He had grimaced as her fingers dug into a wound that was covered by his jacket.
"Sorry, you don't touch him if he doesn't say it's okay for you to touch," Nadya had snapped at Candy. Alistair raised a hand, gesturing that it was okay to Nadya. Nadya was there to facilitate Alistair's enjoyment, intimately involved as requested, and act as a gatekeeper. Often, these clubs had con artists lurking. As a Mafia-hired escort, she was fully aware of all the tricks.
Alistair had coyly smiled and obliged with a response.
"Nice to meet you..." he had drawn out the 'you,' leaning in slightly as she had said her name, Candy, in a cutesy reply. "Candy, ok." Alistair had paused, looking away for a moment to look at Nadya as he said her name. "It's Candy...Candy." Alistair's smooth yet rugged tone penetrated the air.
"Well, Candy," Alistair found it fun to repeat her name a few times as he turned back to look at her. "I am a professional wrestler from America. But here in the city, I'm doing mostly bare-knuckle boxing. Maybe some other types of fighting soon; I'm new and am just getting settled. Are you a fan of fighting, Candy? Do you like to see men tear each other apart?" Alistair had playfully responded as he looked off in the distance, exuding an aura of secure yet unattainable indifference. A charisma had glowed around Alistair as the dim lights outlined his chiseled jaw, covered in light stubble and red marks from his match, which had hinted at how much of a real badass he was. His ability to practically kill a man, juxtaposed with intelligent, thoughtful, and straightforward speech, had made him an alluring figure. He was sophisticated, complex, and embodied masculinity.
Alistair's self-awareness was one of his strong points. He had smiled inwardly, fully cognizant of what was transpiring in that moment as a big set of tits bounced in his face.
Alistair chose to play along with her game. His gaze had lowered, taking in her breasts, drawing a line with his eyes from the slit of her dress up slowly to her eyes. As he had looked at her, his eyes had sparkled with a glint of mischief, and he said, "Hmm, let's see. Tell me a bit about what you do. Do you work for a church? Or perhaps you serve the less fortunate at an orphanage? I can't quite make out what you do for a living," Alistair had smirked and amused himself.
Her hot pink dress had stood in stark contrast to Alistair and Nadya. They had been dressed in darker colors, emitting a vibe of seriousness. Candy had sat next to them, looking out of place even though she had been made for this place. Even though Alistair always strived for something of taste, Alistair was not above a little fun, purely for his amusement. And even though his ultimate satisfaction came from his pursuit of a fine dish, sometimes cheap takeout hit the spot on a whiskey-fueled late night. He had allowed her to stay, not brushing her off immediately, instead subtly inviting her and Nadya to take a little nibble while he had waited.
In the States, he rarely frequented strip clubs, having ventured in only after a match when the boys had invited him. He had felt strip clubs were cheap and shallow; why pay for something when the hunt was much more thrilling. Alistair also held himself to higher standards than most. He had found great satisfaction in achieving things others couldn't because his inner soul ached and tormented him to find satisfaction. A soul that strained to feel a deep emotional connection with anything he acquired. Pure satisfaction.
Why settle for silver when gold was within reach? Often, a treasure was closer than one thought, and people gave up too soon. They chose to lower their standards and settle for mediocrity. Often, on a dig for gold, the treasure was just three feet from where most would give up in their search for success or pleasure, but Alistair had the perseverance to see it through.
There was a lot of competition when it came to being mediocre. That space was very crowded. It was easy to achieve. Alistair had lived on a level where it was him and only a select few resided. This was the case for combat sports and women alike. The competition at the top was less due to the altitude Alistair had chosen to climb.
He had a thirst for a particular type of woman. A woman who had depth, mysterious emotion, high intellect, and possessed beauty that went beyond simply a big set of fake tits. His tastes were complex. He didn't have much of a sweet tooth; he preferred the satisfaction of a nice juicy steak. Encounters with ladies of the night that were paid for tended to leave a bitter taste in his mouth and, while at the moment, gave him a carnal release after were as satisfying as eating a rotten piece of fruit.
He and Nadya had surveyed the room, sitting pensively, engrossed in the sensual atmosphere. Drinks and little snacks kept coming from the server. Her soft face and innocent face intrigued him. While it seemed innocent, her vibe had given off a sharp edge, her hazel eyes lined with dark eye shadow. Each time she had left the table, Alistair enjoyed watching her petite little ass wiggle from side to side in her short skirt as she walked away. Nadya watched his eyes, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She had taken a mental note as she anticipated his wants.
Alistair had settled into the moment and had become completely relaxed.
Suddenly, Alistar's contentment had been interrupted; Alistair had jolted as he felt a warm body press against him and a bimbo-sounding voice in his ear. He had grimaced as her fingers dug into a wound that was covered by his jacket.
"Sorry, you don't touch him if he doesn't say it's okay for you to touch," Nadya had snapped at Candy. Alistair raised a hand, gesturing that it was okay to Nadya. Nadya was there to facilitate Alistair's enjoyment, intimately involved as requested, and act as a gatekeeper. Often, these clubs had con artists lurking. As a Mafia-hired escort, she was fully aware of all the tricks.
Alistair had coyly smiled and obliged with a response.
"Nice to meet you..." he had drawn out the 'you,' leaning in slightly as she had said her name, Candy, in a cutesy reply. "Candy, ok." Alistair had paused, looking away for a moment to look at Nadya as he said her name. "It's Candy...Candy." Alistair's smooth yet rugged tone penetrated the air.
"Well, Candy," Alistair found it fun to repeat her name a few times as he turned back to look at her. "I am a professional wrestler from America. But here in the city, I'm doing mostly bare-knuckle boxing. Maybe some other types of fighting soon; I'm new and am just getting settled. Are you a fan of fighting, Candy? Do you like to see men tear each other apart?" Alistair had playfully responded as he looked off in the distance, exuding an aura of secure yet unattainable indifference. A charisma had glowed around Alistair as the dim lights outlined his chiseled jaw, covered in light stubble and red marks from his match, which had hinted at how much of a real badass he was. His ability to practically kill a man, juxtaposed with intelligent, thoughtful, and straightforward speech, had made him an alluring figure. He was sophisticated, complex, and embodied masculinity.
Alistair's self-awareness was one of his strong points. He had smiled inwardly, fully cognizant of what was transpiring in that moment as a big set of tits bounced in his face.
Alistair chose to play along with her game. His gaze had lowered, taking in her breasts, drawing a line with his eyes from the slit of her dress up slowly to her eyes. As he had looked at her, his eyes had sparkled with a glint of mischief, and he said, "Hmm, let's see. Tell me a bit about what you do. Do you work for a church? Or perhaps you serve the less fortunate at an orphanage? I can't quite make out what you do for a living," Alistair had smirked and amused himself.
Her hot pink dress had stood in stark contrast to Alistair and Nadya. They had been dressed in darker colors, emitting a vibe of seriousness. Candy had sat next to them, looking out of place even though she had been made for this place. Even though Alistair always strived for something of taste, Alistair was not above a little fun, purely for his amusement. And even though his ultimate satisfaction came from his pursuit of a fine dish, sometimes cheap takeout hit the spot on a whiskey-fueled late night. He had allowed her to stay, not brushing her off immediately, instead subtly inviting her and Nadya to take a little nibble while he had waited.