Post by Josh Stewart on May 25, 2014 10:13:57 GMT -6
Funny story... So this one day, I'm famished. Hadn't eaten anything except for pink taco in nearly two days, right? I decide to hit this Chinese Buffet in my hometown of San Fran. Ya know, to get my grub on before the daily routine of J.T.L. (Jergins, Tetris, Larry King Live) So I gorge myself, nearly to a point where I suddenly feel depressed about it. And I'm sitting there, staring at this fortune cookie. Debating on whether or not there's enough room left in my fat, bulbous gut for this delectable morsel of knowledge. That's when it hits me.
"I don't HAVE to eat the stupid thing.. I know! Let's see what my fortune is!"
That's exactly what I ended up doing after crumbling the cookie in the palm of my hand. Stretching the thin strip of paper, I examine the words printed on it carefully. It reads "If you can't beat them, join them." Before there's really any time for me to digest the meaning behind the message, a man who bared a striking resemblance to David Carradine (Too soon?) walks over to my table with a grin on his face. He doesn't say a word. Just continues to hover over me with that weird expression glued to his mug. He places his hand on my shoulder and instead of giving me the advice I half expected? He CONTINUES to just stand idle, with that very homosexual gaze in his eyes.
"Hey, bro... This is kinda random, and I'm not sure what you've heard about me but..."
What? No, no, no... Jarek Whitaker isn't homophobic. Hell, I've got nothing but respect for the gay community. You want to be with another man? Want to take turns hiding the sausage? Want to sit in your Mazda Miata together, hand in hand, blaring Elton John's greatest hits? More power to you... But don't try to include me. Okay, my mind is going way off topic here, isn't it? ANYWAY... After what felt like an eternity of discomfort, the man gives me a firm nod and then exits the restaurant. Uh... thanks?
At least, up until now I had no idea what any of that meant. In fact, it took losing to Rayne last week for me to truly understand that series of events. If you can't beat them with your own devices? You have to use their devices too. Give them a taste of their own medicine, if you will. If they jab a finger in your ass unexpectedly? Shove an entire fist in their ass. Wait... that's a bad example. Regardless, you catch my drift.
Remembering that tale is what enabled me to swallow my pride and accept that I lost a match I really wanted to win. Taking absolutely nothing away from RDO, but I foresaw a much better result coming out of that. Guess the 'cookie' doesn't always crumble the way we desire, huh? Now I'm force to take what I learned from a tough loss into my next match.
But also...
The fortune I was given.
"If you can't beat them... join them"
Jarek had been sitting in his hotel room the entire time, staring at the window at St. Paul's gorgeous skyline. As his inner thoughts concluded, his eyes widened as an ear to ear smile formed on his face. He suddenly whirled around, pointing his index finger at his nine valets who were all sitting on the king sized bed. Not yet realizing that the towel he wore around his waist had fallen during his sudden movement. And of course, nine VERY sexual women gave a somewhat predictable response to it.
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: Oh Jare Bear...
Jarek: I Got... what?
Glancing down to notice that his twig and berries were exposed, he let out a hearty chuckle before bending down to grab his bath towel, quickly wrapping it back around his waist. In turn, making the slew of managerial figures sitting on his bed frown in disappointment.
Jarek: Kay, so.. like I was saying. I've been sitting here, trying to think of the perfect way to rebound. Jarek doesn't lose consecutive matches, ya feel me? At least, he doesn't acknowledge that he does. So I'm going to give myself the best possible odds of beating Scott Knight at the second installment of Breakthrough... by being as similar to him as I possibly can be! It's perfect, just like my Adonis like physique!
He shouted, while rubbing his abs. Much to his stable of women's delight, of course. (They're sluts after all)
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: mm...
Jarek then sat down beside the slut nearest to him on the foot of the bed. He looked into her eyes after grabbing her by the hand. This ultimately would make her and the remaining eight blush in unison. Following a deep breath, Jarek spoke to her.
Jarek: Look, I've put a lot of thought into this and... I want there to be more between you and I. If you're ready for it, then I want us to take our relationship to the next level.
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: What level is that, Jare?
Rolling his eyes at the fact that all nine of these women seem to be linked together in every little thing that they do, Jarek shook his head for a moment in an attempt to recollect his thoughts. Once more, he stared into the woman's eyes with a smile on his face.
Jarek: I want you to be my mistress...
A Bunch Butt Sluts: Oh dear... I... I...
Jarek: It's okay, babe! You don't have to answer right away. But just so you know, I need an answer asap.
Every one in that hotel room (even Jarek) was overcome by confusion. All nine of his valets stared blankly at him as he made one more attempt at securing his 'Mistress'. Most likely to find some sort of equalizer to contend with Mistress Lovecraft. Jarek edged closer to the women he'd been trying to persuade, even going as far as wrapping his arm around her. Making her blush furiously in the process and this reaction, as most would have guessed, was contagious and filtered right through the rest of his butt sluts.
Jarek: Will you be please be my...
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: I'd love to, Jare!
And failure of the miserable variety. Jarek stood from the bed and slowly made his way out of his hotel room, staring at the ground as he did so. His entourage looking on, stricken with confusion. They wanted nothing more than to be what Jarek had asked of them, but apparently he only wanted a single Mistress. Not a 'Bunch' of them in his corner.
This ultimately led to him wandering the streets of St. Paul, looking elsewhere for what he truly believed would give him some sort of advantage against Scott Knight. Or at the very least, level the playing field. Jarek had become desperate, to the point where he had literally approached nine or ten different women who were out and about. Digging up enough courage (not that he needed to try very hard) to ask them if they'd be his mistress. Six bitch slaps, two coffee baths, and one can of pepper spray that was now empty later... we found Jarek sitting on a bench at a nearby bus stop. With a defeated expression on his face as if all hope was lost.
That's when he met 'her'... A younger looking brunette woman, with curves in all the right places. Legs to die for. Ass for days. Tits that would make a grown man cry. But most of all? Her hypnotic blue eyes, situated on a face that wasn't covered in thirty pounds of makeup. Something Jarek wasn't used to seeing back home. She sat down next to him and opened a book, waiting for her bus to arrive. Jarek had to act fast, otherwise an opportunity like this may never present itself again. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the woman. However, much to his surprise, she sparked a conversation with him. (The sky must be falling! An attractive woman who doesn't look like a whore speaks to Jarek randomly?! What is this madness?!)
Woman: You know you don't belong here... right?
Jarek: I... don't?
He asked in a confused tone. She smiled, while her eyes remained focused on the novel in front of her face. She turned the page, the continued on with her original thought.
Woman: A guy who looks as good as you do? Waiting for public transportation? At this hour? I thought all the 'beautiful' people liked to sleep in on Sundays?
Jarek: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
She set her book down on the bench beside her and turned to Jarek, with a smirk on her face.
Woman: It means I know your game...
Jarek: You... do?
Woman: It's pretty obvious, pal. You recently got into a dispute with your significant other. You didn't like how it ended so you started to wander around, looking for some peace of mind. When it hit you... You're horny and she didn't meet your needs. So you ended up at this bus stop, because you know there are women out there who can't afford to drive their own cars, or even afford to purchase cars of their own. They resort to public transportation as a cheaper alternative. Now, judging by the outfit you're wearing... It's no mystery that you're a wealthy guy.
Jarek: Uh... I'm not in a...
Woman: shh...
She placed her index finger against his lips in mid sentence, quieting Jarek down before he had a chance to explain what had really transpired in his hotel room.
Woman: You want sex, so you've come here this morning to try and find women who just might look at you and say... "Maybe he's here to rescue me from the woes of financial instability?"
Jarek: How did you...
Woman: How did I know? That's easy... I'm good at reading people. My line of work requires it.
Nodding in approval at the fact that she had him pegged... Jarek grinned nervously, acting as if he were a little intimidated by her superior intellect. He stared straight forward while taking a couple of deep breaths. Once more, trying to build up the courage necessary to ask a complete stranger to do the unthinkable for him. However, what happened next shocked Jarek.
Jarek: So... I... Would you like...
Woman: I've got a few hours to kill. Which hotel are you staying at?
JACKPOT! Of course, he didn't ask her just yet. But at the very least, he could tell she was interested in him to whatever capacity. Enough to at least get her in his hotel room and possibly, stripping out of her clothing so he could see that bubble butt live and in living color like he'd been fantasizing about for the past five minutes. It wasn't very long until they had entered Jarek's hotel room. Surprisingly enough, his butt sluts were nowhere to be found for whatever reason, but Jarek couldn't care less. He was about to get lucky, JEAH!
Or so he thought...
Woman from bus stop: This is a pretty nice room you got, Jarek. I have to say, I'm really impressed.
Jarek: Thanks! I got a wicked good deal on it, you know? It pays to have people in high places. This dude named Stefan, he's my employer. He always covers the overhead on the cost of travel for us... it's pretty sexy!
Woman from bus stop: Speaking of sexy...
Jarek turned away from tidying up his room to stare at the woman he'd only met a while ago, who was now in the process of pulling a plastic bag from her hand bag. (A bag within a bag?! SORCERY!) She smiled seductively at Jarek which caused him to tense up.
Woman from bus stop: I'll be right back in a few minutes, Jare Bear.. I need to slip into something a bit more... comfortable.
Jarek: You take all the time in the World, sweet cheeks! I'm not going anywhere!
As she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Jarek stared at the skyline from his window once again. Feeling almost like he'd come full circle, except now? He just might have what he'd been searching for. A woman with intelligence and cunning that could rival Mistress Lovecraft. A lady who just might be as cold and calculating as the driving force behind Scott Knight's recent success. More than anything else, Jarek wanted to separate Knight from that which gave him his power. He wanted to see how well his opponent could do if someone wasn't barking out orders for him to follow like an obedient dog.
While waiting for the woman to re-emerge, Jarek decided to vocalize on the subject a bit more.
Jarek: Guess it's going to work out after all, isn't it Jay? You wanted a Mistress Lovecraft of your own. Obviously Scott Knight doesn't seem like the sharing type, so you had to find your one for yourself and maybe... Just maybe, you did?
He said in a soft tone, while leaning against the wall that the large pane of glass was situated in.
Jarek: Now we'll see how good Scott Knight really is... When he no longer has the luxury of training wheels.
Woman from the bus stop(from behind the bathroom door): I hope you're ready for this!!
Jarek: And I hope you're ready to be my Mistress, baby! I'll pay you good... with Vanilla Thunda, Jeah!
Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open as out walked the same innocent looking woman he'd met at the bus stop. Clad in skin tight leather pants with a match tank top and thick heeled boots. Holding a ball gag in one hand and a whip in the other. As Jarek lies down on the bed, belly up... he isn't quite sure what to make of the situation, only that whatever's about to happen will surely be kinky as fuck!
He allows the woman to handcuff him to the head board (Big mistake!) and then place the ball gag in his mouth, fastening the straps around the back of his neck. Jarek closes his eyes and begins to squirm a bit before he hear the sound of a whip cracking, followed by whimpering.
A not so innocent dominatrix: What's the matter, little boy? Never had your bare testicles whipped?!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A not so innocent dominatrix: Does that feel good? Fucking pervert!
Each time her whip made contact with his nether region, the whimpers only seemed to get louder. Jarek's eyes were as wide as baseballs as he pleaded with her to stop, but she couldn't make out what was being said because of the ball gag. All of a sudden, we hear someone scream "HIYA!' from outside Jarek's hotel room door and seconds later, his door is kicked open as Vanessa casually strolls into Jarek's room.
She takes one look at what is taking place on the bed, then quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a slave collar.
Vanessa: Fricking right! Do me next!
She then runs over to the side of the bed, leaning forward and looking down at Jarek who does not seem to be enjoying himself very much.
Vanessa: I didn't know you liked it THIS rough, Jarek!
He begins screaming through the ball gag as Vanessa stares blankly at him, not really sure what he's saying. She then removes the gag as Jarek screams out.
Jarek: There's a difference between rough... AND GENITAL ABUSE!
After shrugging at his comment, V places the gag back in his mouth and motions for the dominatrix to continue with the ball whipping. Doing her best to contain the excitement brewing within her, because she's likely going to be punished next.
- Fade
"I don't HAVE to eat the stupid thing.. I know! Let's see what my fortune is!"
That's exactly what I ended up doing after crumbling the cookie in the palm of my hand. Stretching the thin strip of paper, I examine the words printed on it carefully. It reads "If you can't beat them, join them." Before there's really any time for me to digest the meaning behind the message, a man who bared a striking resemblance to David Carradine (Too soon?) walks over to my table with a grin on his face. He doesn't say a word. Just continues to hover over me with that weird expression glued to his mug. He places his hand on my shoulder and instead of giving me the advice I half expected? He CONTINUES to just stand idle, with that very homosexual gaze in his eyes.
"Hey, bro... This is kinda random, and I'm not sure what you've heard about me but..."
What? No, no, no... Jarek Whitaker isn't homophobic. Hell, I've got nothing but respect for the gay community. You want to be with another man? Want to take turns hiding the sausage? Want to sit in your Mazda Miata together, hand in hand, blaring Elton John's greatest hits? More power to you... But don't try to include me. Okay, my mind is going way off topic here, isn't it? ANYWAY... After what felt like an eternity of discomfort, the man gives me a firm nod and then exits the restaurant. Uh... thanks?
At least, up until now I had no idea what any of that meant. In fact, it took losing to Rayne last week for me to truly understand that series of events. If you can't beat them with your own devices? You have to use their devices too. Give them a taste of their own medicine, if you will. If they jab a finger in your ass unexpectedly? Shove an entire fist in their ass. Wait... that's a bad example. Regardless, you catch my drift.
Remembering that tale is what enabled me to swallow my pride and accept that I lost a match I really wanted to win. Taking absolutely nothing away from RDO, but I foresaw a much better result coming out of that. Guess the 'cookie' doesn't always crumble the way we desire, huh? Now I'm force to take what I learned from a tough loss into my next match.
But also...
The fortune I was given.
"If you can't beat them... join them"
Jarek had been sitting in his hotel room the entire time, staring at the window at St. Paul's gorgeous skyline. As his inner thoughts concluded, his eyes widened as an ear to ear smile formed on his face. He suddenly whirled around, pointing his index finger at his nine valets who were all sitting on the king sized bed. Not yet realizing that the towel he wore around his waist had fallen during his sudden movement. And of course, nine VERY sexual women gave a somewhat predictable response to it.
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: Oh Jare Bear...
Jarek: I Got... what?
Glancing down to notice that his twig and berries were exposed, he let out a hearty chuckle before bending down to grab his bath towel, quickly wrapping it back around his waist. In turn, making the slew of managerial figures sitting on his bed frown in disappointment.
Jarek: Kay, so.. like I was saying. I've been sitting here, trying to think of the perfect way to rebound. Jarek doesn't lose consecutive matches, ya feel me? At least, he doesn't acknowledge that he does. So I'm going to give myself the best possible odds of beating Scott Knight at the second installment of Breakthrough... by being as similar to him as I possibly can be! It's perfect, just like my Adonis like physique!
He shouted, while rubbing his abs. Much to his stable of women's delight, of course. (They're sluts after all)
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: mm...
Jarek then sat down beside the slut nearest to him on the foot of the bed. He looked into her eyes after grabbing her by the hand. This ultimately would make her and the remaining eight blush in unison. Following a deep breath, Jarek spoke to her.
Jarek: Look, I've put a lot of thought into this and... I want there to be more between you and I. If you're ready for it, then I want us to take our relationship to the next level.
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: What level is that, Jare?
Rolling his eyes at the fact that all nine of these women seem to be linked together in every little thing that they do, Jarek shook his head for a moment in an attempt to recollect his thoughts. Once more, he stared into the woman's eyes with a smile on his face.
Jarek: I want you to be my mistress...
A Bunch Butt Sluts: Oh dear... I... I...
Jarek: It's okay, babe! You don't have to answer right away. But just so you know, I need an answer asap.
Every one in that hotel room (even Jarek) was overcome by confusion. All nine of his valets stared blankly at him as he made one more attempt at securing his 'Mistress'. Most likely to find some sort of equalizer to contend with Mistress Lovecraft. Jarek edged closer to the women he'd been trying to persuade, even going as far as wrapping his arm around her. Making her blush furiously in the process and this reaction, as most would have guessed, was contagious and filtered right through the rest of his butt sluts.
Jarek: Will you be please be my...
A Bunch of Butt Sluts: I'd love to, Jare!
And failure of the miserable variety. Jarek stood from the bed and slowly made his way out of his hotel room, staring at the ground as he did so. His entourage looking on, stricken with confusion. They wanted nothing more than to be what Jarek had asked of them, but apparently he only wanted a single Mistress. Not a 'Bunch' of them in his corner.
This ultimately led to him wandering the streets of St. Paul, looking elsewhere for what he truly believed would give him some sort of advantage against Scott Knight. Or at the very least, level the playing field. Jarek had become desperate, to the point where he had literally approached nine or ten different women who were out and about. Digging up enough courage (not that he needed to try very hard) to ask them if they'd be his mistress. Six bitch slaps, two coffee baths, and one can of pepper spray that was now empty later... we found Jarek sitting on a bench at a nearby bus stop. With a defeated expression on his face as if all hope was lost.
That's when he met 'her'... A younger looking brunette woman, with curves in all the right places. Legs to die for. Ass for days. Tits that would make a grown man cry. But most of all? Her hypnotic blue eyes, situated on a face that wasn't covered in thirty pounds of makeup. Something Jarek wasn't used to seeing back home. She sat down next to him and opened a book, waiting for her bus to arrive. Jarek had to act fast, otherwise an opportunity like this may never present itself again. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the woman. However, much to his surprise, she sparked a conversation with him. (The sky must be falling! An attractive woman who doesn't look like a whore speaks to Jarek randomly?! What is this madness?!)
Woman: You know you don't belong here... right?
Jarek: I... don't?
He asked in a confused tone. She smiled, while her eyes remained focused on the novel in front of her face. She turned the page, the continued on with her original thought.
Woman: A guy who looks as good as you do? Waiting for public transportation? At this hour? I thought all the 'beautiful' people liked to sleep in on Sundays?
Jarek: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
She set her book down on the bench beside her and turned to Jarek, with a smirk on her face.
Woman: It means I know your game...
Jarek: You... do?
Woman: It's pretty obvious, pal. You recently got into a dispute with your significant other. You didn't like how it ended so you started to wander around, looking for some peace of mind. When it hit you... You're horny and she didn't meet your needs. So you ended up at this bus stop, because you know there are women out there who can't afford to drive their own cars, or even afford to purchase cars of their own. They resort to public transportation as a cheaper alternative. Now, judging by the outfit you're wearing... It's no mystery that you're a wealthy guy.
Jarek: Uh... I'm not in a...
Woman: shh...
She placed her index finger against his lips in mid sentence, quieting Jarek down before he had a chance to explain what had really transpired in his hotel room.
Woman: You want sex, so you've come here this morning to try and find women who just might look at you and say... "Maybe he's here to rescue me from the woes of financial instability?"
Jarek: How did you...
Woman: How did I know? That's easy... I'm good at reading people. My line of work requires it.
Nodding in approval at the fact that she had him pegged... Jarek grinned nervously, acting as if he were a little intimidated by her superior intellect. He stared straight forward while taking a couple of deep breaths. Once more, trying to build up the courage necessary to ask a complete stranger to do the unthinkable for him. However, what happened next shocked Jarek.
Jarek: So... I... Would you like...
Woman: I've got a few hours to kill. Which hotel are you staying at?
JACKPOT! Of course, he didn't ask her just yet. But at the very least, he could tell she was interested in him to whatever capacity. Enough to at least get her in his hotel room and possibly, stripping out of her clothing so he could see that bubble butt live and in living color like he'd been fantasizing about for the past five minutes. It wasn't very long until they had entered Jarek's hotel room. Surprisingly enough, his butt sluts were nowhere to be found for whatever reason, but Jarek couldn't care less. He was about to get lucky, JEAH!
Or so he thought...
Woman from bus stop: This is a pretty nice room you got, Jarek. I have to say, I'm really impressed.
Jarek: Thanks! I got a wicked good deal on it, you know? It pays to have people in high places. This dude named Stefan, he's my employer. He always covers the overhead on the cost of travel for us... it's pretty sexy!
Woman from bus stop: Speaking of sexy...
Jarek turned away from tidying up his room to stare at the woman he'd only met a while ago, who was now in the process of pulling a plastic bag from her hand bag. (A bag within a bag?! SORCERY!) She smiled seductively at Jarek which caused him to tense up.
Woman from bus stop: I'll be right back in a few minutes, Jare Bear.. I need to slip into something a bit more... comfortable.
Jarek: You take all the time in the World, sweet cheeks! I'm not going anywhere!
As she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Jarek stared at the skyline from his window once again. Feeling almost like he'd come full circle, except now? He just might have what he'd been searching for. A woman with intelligence and cunning that could rival Mistress Lovecraft. A lady who just might be as cold and calculating as the driving force behind Scott Knight's recent success. More than anything else, Jarek wanted to separate Knight from that which gave him his power. He wanted to see how well his opponent could do if someone wasn't barking out orders for him to follow like an obedient dog.
While waiting for the woman to re-emerge, Jarek decided to vocalize on the subject a bit more.
Jarek: Guess it's going to work out after all, isn't it Jay? You wanted a Mistress Lovecraft of your own. Obviously Scott Knight doesn't seem like the sharing type, so you had to find your one for yourself and maybe... Just maybe, you did?
He said in a soft tone, while leaning against the wall that the large pane of glass was situated in.
Jarek: Now we'll see how good Scott Knight really is... When he no longer has the luxury of training wheels.
Woman from the bus stop(from behind the bathroom door): I hope you're ready for this!!
Jarek: And I hope you're ready to be my Mistress, baby! I'll pay you good... with Vanilla Thunda, Jeah!
Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open as out walked the same innocent looking woman he'd met at the bus stop. Clad in skin tight leather pants with a match tank top and thick heeled boots. Holding a ball gag in one hand and a whip in the other. As Jarek lies down on the bed, belly up... he isn't quite sure what to make of the situation, only that whatever's about to happen will surely be kinky as fuck!
He allows the woman to handcuff him to the head board (Big mistake!) and then place the ball gag in his mouth, fastening the straps around the back of his neck. Jarek closes his eyes and begins to squirm a bit before he hear the sound of a whip cracking, followed by whimpering.
A not so innocent dominatrix: What's the matter, little boy? Never had your bare testicles whipped?!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
A not so innocent dominatrix: Does that feel good? Fucking pervert!
Each time her whip made contact with his nether region, the whimpers only seemed to get louder. Jarek's eyes were as wide as baseballs as he pleaded with her to stop, but she couldn't make out what was being said because of the ball gag. All of a sudden, we hear someone scream "HIYA!' from outside Jarek's hotel room door and seconds later, his door is kicked open as Vanessa casually strolls into Jarek's room.
She takes one look at what is taking place on the bed, then quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a slave collar.
Vanessa: Fricking right! Do me next!
She then runs over to the side of the bed, leaning forward and looking down at Jarek who does not seem to be enjoying himself very much.
Vanessa: I didn't know you liked it THIS rough, Jarek!
He begins screaming through the ball gag as Vanessa stares blankly at him, not really sure what he's saying. She then removes the gag as Jarek screams out.
Jarek: There's a difference between rough... AND GENITAL ABUSE!
After shrugging at his comment, V places the gag back in his mouth and motions for the dominatrix to continue with the ball whipping. Doing her best to contain the excitement brewing within her, because she's likely going to be punished next.
- Fade