Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌🎃🟩ch7-letting-off-the-steam

Chapter 7 Location: Empire Arms hotel, suite 689 Players: @Vincent ICEberry ST: @Anue/Alexandria

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Vincent was winded up after the court. Yeah, some Kindred endorsed him, he made friends with some of them. Vincent was well aware of how he looked like but Roxanne's unsupressed disgust made him angry. And he was going to relax in his own twisted way

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The moon was incredibly full, her ample crimson curves bathing the rest of Los Angeles in a waves of a scarlet-colored shroud. The edges of the city melted into the inky black darkness consuming the corners and alleys throughout. Unfortunately, it was one of those nights where the urge to release some steam was very high, the pressure building in his veins as resentment of the brand new Sheriff ate at him from the inside. Her forceful bravo seared into his mind, and that translated directly into ache that started to roil in his loins. So as a precaution he decided it would be one of the best things to face What was irking him and that just happened to be a hooker that looked exactly like Roxanne. (edited)

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Vincent googled a naked man's picture, very detailed and tried to put on the Thousand Mask Face of this man. He will have to check his appearance. Who can do it for him? Looks like only Imalia, lol

A pleasant knock rapped three times on Vincent's hotel room door. And a gentle voice, lilted out from the otherside, "Good evening, Sir. I'm here for a...V?"

- Yes, come in. Vincent was already dressed, and quickly prepared himself with a Blush of Life. He didn't feel hungry as he fed the last night and tonight as well. Oh how he will have fun. Just remember to not break the Masquerade. And don't go too far. Just teach Roxy a lesson (edited)

The hooker grinned, her countenance an uncanny resemblance to the feisty Sheriff all Brujah and no bullshit. This person had some scars and looked to be very close, if not exactly down to the mole, Roxanne. Sporting a stylish red trench coat, the hooker mindfully closed the door, and gleefully, addressed Vincent only professionals do, ascertaining his mood with a glance, "I'm glad I made it, so... let's get down to business...what are you willing to do, and what are your lines I'm not supposed to crush with the end of my heel?" (edited)

Vincent simply puts a pack of money on the table - You don't crush anything tonight let alone with your heel. I'm willing to have a BDSM session and a coitus. In an active role. You may put up some resistance as it will make things... More interesting. Also you need to be prepared to take some light beating. Nothing too traumatizing. I think the money should cover the damage done. Let's discuss your red lines and a stop word. (edited)

"Acceptable, I can oblige your requests just fine. I don't have too many red lines, but be careful with my face, and the stop word is 'wrecked,'" She pleasantly accepted the terms by accepting the money and putting it away in her purse, and had unbuttoned her trenchcoat to reveal her corset and leather getup. Her hair was long and tied up in a top knot, and she produced a whip, a riding crop, belt, collar, a flog, a Cat o' Ninetails, and some handcuffs, other accoutrements as needed or wanted condoms, lubricant, anal plugs, etc. All from her humble trenchcoat. She immediately turned to him, her thigh highs stretching against her flesh, pressing tightly. "Let's go." (edited)

Vincent licked his lips and grabbed hooker by the neck. Roxanne was looking at him. "-Yeah, and you also have a girl, but no one have seen her" - she said and her voice echoed in his mind. He threw her on the bed on all fours, grabbed her by her hair and started slapping ass in front of him with his hand - Get it, bitch! You, power tripping whore! Think you're sheriff now? I'll get you a star on your ass alright! (edited)

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He pushed her so she would fall on the bed and put the lubricant on his dick, jumped on the bed and thrusted into her, pressing down to a bedsheet (edited)

His left hand was holding her hair, hips moved, bouncing on her ass cheeks, his right hand clapping them so they would turn red. Periodically he touched her breasts, grabbing them with a full palm His passion burnt like fire as was his hatred and lust. Vincent grabbed her and turned on her back, head hanging from the edge of bed - Now! I'll fuck your throat, fucking bitch! Vincent starts fucking the hooker's throat, comically bouncing above her head, her mouth slurping. Finally, with a loud moaning Vincent cums in her throat, holding it with his hands and groaning in pleasure - Swallow that, slut! (edited)

Every violent thrust he managed to make, she met him with equal force. Her back arched, enjoying all the ways he savagely smacked her thick ass. She gasped and moaned out, animalistically, growling as she felt him grab her breasts; she felt the impact of his thrust against her slickening walls, undulating in time with his hate-filled fantasy come to life. Whatever profanities he was shouting, she gasped, her diaphragm constricting as she felt the force of his girthy cock plow into her a second time. She wasn't able to cum, no, but she rode the friction he slammed into her like a wave cresting and swelling violently inside of her. She barely had any time to react when he flipped her over on the bed, and started to face fuck her with such ferocity, she came on her own a couple of times. The hooker swallowed the thick, metallic, yet delicious substance that overflowed from V's cock stuffing her face to the hilt. Her makeup ran, as she choked, humming and moaning, some of the cum overflowing from her nose, her cheeks a bright red. Her ass stung deliciously so, and her walls ached to have a second, maybe a third round. Her hair was disheveled, mussed and wild, spilling out as he continued to throat fuck her until she didn't think she could breathe all that much. She slapped her own cheeks so her throat could constrict against his cock, tightening and gripping onto him with her lips as she traced zig-zag patterns with her tongue. (edited)

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@Vincent ICEberry

Vincent moaned again and after some time inside Rox's throat, he pulled his cock out and fell on the bed next to her. He didn't need to breathe, but his life habits made him so, and also the Masquerade - Damn, girl, that was wild! Did you like it? Your moaning was so loud! Oooffff... I believe the walls are soundproof, but..... Suddenly the paranoia kicked in again. He must have explored the suite for the hidden cameras. His nude ugly body would still be visible on the screen to anyone who dared to place the camera in the room. He quickly started looking into all places where he himself would place the camera. (edited)

-Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!! Should've done it firsthand!

The hooker had his cock in her mouth one minute, and then she watched him run about looking for something that couldn't have been here! Worried for her own safety, she felt as if she were in some kind of a snuff film. Briefly she wondered, if she was going to vanish before anyone's eyes and then, maybe she would...never see the light of day again. Quickly, Vincent found 3 cameras around the entirety of the hotel room. They were rather state of the art, something he could possibly dismantle and make use of on his own, but whomever was on the other side of the live feed...he had to find that out pretty fast. (edited)

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Furious Vincent stormed in the room and quickly grabbing the rope and handcuffs, tied her to the bed. Then he shook the cameras right in front of her face - WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! DID YOU DO IT?! WHO TOLD YOU?! His mad eyes pierced her face, looking for any kind of dishonesty, which would be severely punished

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Vincent ICEberry

Furious Vincent stormed in the room and quickly grabbing the rope and handcuffs, tied her to the bed. Then he shook the cameras right in front of her face - WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! DID YOU DO IT?! WHO TOLD YOU?! His mad eyes pierced her face, looking for any kind of dishonesty, which would be severely punished

The poor lady of the night couldn't understand what was going on, much less what he was talking about. She didn't want to lie to him, but she felt pressured to give him some kind of an answer or else he would do something heinous. Shaking, she didn't know what to do, the fury on his face tearing into her soul, she didn't seem to know how to move her mouth, "I-I-I-I have no idea, all I know is that the cleaning lady came in here before I got here---I didn't even know they were doing anything wrong! Please spare me! I have no idea what's going on, please!"

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- You! Sit here! I'll tie you up... A little foreplay before the second round... Sorry for this hysterics....I just... Must not be filmed doing that kind of shit... How did this cleaning lady look like? Vincent decided to find the cleaning lady and then the bastard who had a footage of him

"She was fairly older looking, Hispanic, and she had, what was it--it looked like some kind of arthritis afflicting her back, she had so much trouble getting everything done. I wanted to help her, really, but she seemed so determined to do the job herself, in fact, she adamantly refused me when I went up to her, and tried my hand and she had this weird look in her eye. I...can't seem to recall all of her features, but...I can't clearly get the last few minutes I was talking with her as clear as I want to make it," The hooker tried her best, to remember, as if she were struggling very hard to lift some kind of painful fog from her mind.

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Vincent got cold when he heard that. Was it Kindred or mortal? What's worse? Gotta find this cleaner and... The realisation fell on him like an icy shower. The card he found in the factory... He tried to calm down himself and a girl too. He untied her. - Okay, babe. I would love to have a second round with you. But not tonight. Sorry for freaking out.

"Uhm, don't get me wrong, but I...I can't seem to get a hold of myself all that well in order to properly understand what's happening, but I...I should probably leave!! Please don't kill me, I won't say anything, and I will come whenever you call; or not charge anything, just please don't-don't come after me!" The hooker recoiled, blinking back some tears, biting her lower lip, and she tried to breathe, but felt her trachea caught up in her throat, constricting her airways. She huffed, clutching at her heart, clearly having some kind of panic attack.

- Babe, chill out. I just thought you were filming me for blackmailing. I see you are sincere and that lady is in the fault. And I need to find that lady and fast. I'm not a maniac, I don't wanna hurt you!

Due to the nature of the blood bond that had just been established, she felt herself relaxing bit by bit. It wasn't quick, but she nodded, "There may be some hotel staff you can ask, but I don't know if she had gone home already, or maybe if she had a family member come over and pick her up. But her name was...Maria, I think? Maria Lopez." The hooker quickly got dressed and gathered her things to hurry out of the hotel.

Anue/Alexandria

Due to the nature of the blood bond that had just been established, she felt herself relaxing bit by bit. It wasn't quick, but she nodded, "There may be some hotel staff you can ask, but I don't know if she had gone home already, or maybe if she had a family member come over and pick her up. But her name was...Maria, I think? Maria Lopez." The hooker quickly got dressed and gathered her things to hurry out of the hotel.

- I'll call you later! Sorry again... Fuck. I have a feeling it's someone with my ability to take someone's appearance. Seems like this Lopez will be home if I try to find her. Need to trace her. And fast. And Vincent went to the hotel staff. Of course he dismantled the cameras but what could he say to the staff? He couldn't tell them about the cameras. And Maria Lopez for sure wasn't guilty for this. The one who took her face was. Maybe I need to ask one of her colleagues if her shift is over (edited)

Vincent ICEberry

- I'll call you later! Sorry again... Fuck. I have a feeling it's someone with my ability to take someone's appearance. Seems like this Lopez will be home if I try to find her. Need to trace her. And fast. And Vincent went to the hotel staff. Of course he dismantled the cameras but what could he say to the staff? He couldn't tell them about the cameras. And Maria Lopez for sure wasn't guilty for this. The one who took her face was. Maybe I need to ask one of her colleagues if her shift is over (edited)

A lot of the staff at the hotel bustled about doing their business, but at the same time, Vincent's instinct was on point. Several of the staff passed by, really on their game, tonight. For whatever reason, they had been short-staffed. And one of the concierge, seemed to be keen on helping one of their patrons, spotting Vincent and looked over at him, a little nervously. (edited)

Anue/Alexandria

A lot of the staff at the hotel bustled about doing their business, but at the same time, Vincent's instinct was on point. Several of the staff passed by, really on their game, tonight. For whatever reason, they had been short-staffed. And one of the concierge, seemed to be keen on helping one of their patrons, spotting Vincent and looked over at him, a little nervously. (edited)

- Hello, I'd like to learn about certain Maria Lopez. Need to talk to her privately. Is her shift still on? She may be dead already. Lying somewhere in the dark place. And this maggot is walking with her face

"Ah, yes, she had to go home early in order to rest her back. She has had some issues with her arthritis. Everyone tries to look out for her, since she is a very much needed presence in our lives and she does care for others as if she were our grandmother. So we care for her in turn," The concierge looked over Vincent a second time, wondering if he may be a family member of some kind that they didn't quite know about via word of mouth. Far be it from them to assume things, since one false move or word could land them without an income.

Anue/Alexandria

"Ah, yes, she had to go home early in order to rest her back. She has had some issues with her arthritis. Everyone tries to look out for her, since she is a very much needed presence in our lives and she does care for others as if she were our grandmother. So we care for her in turn," The concierge looked over Vincent a second time, wondering if he may be a family member of some kind that they didn't quite know about via word of mouth. Far be it from them to assume things, since one false move or word could land them without an income.

- Oh, thanks. You're not in trouble, relax. Why the fuck are you wasting time? You can just track where the connection was leading from the camera and go there. Vincent smiled and went out, going to his computer club. His retainer, the admin of the club would recognize him in his another persona of businessman. (edited)

((Can I do it? Or I should go to this ladies house?)) @Anue/Alexandria

((Yeah, you can!))

Vincent decided to go hunt first. He felt hungry, having a hot sex drained a lot of blood and he could use some right now. Just to calm down his Beast that was howling requiring blood. * *- Damn. I'll need to control myself. It's very easy to give in to the Beast. (edited)

That Beast. Whispering dark and sultry, insistent thoughts, the kind of deeply murderous intentions gnawing at the edges of his conscientious: Hey, hey, hey, why don't we take that one. This one looks great, what's that smell? That lady looks very, very nice... I wonder what blood type she is? Maybe I can drain her pretty dry in a few seconds...part of me wants to find out seven ways from Sunday... Cloaked by the dulled awareness of the people he stalked, the wolf had a pang in his stomach tonight, an irritation that was spurred on by his latent sense of paranoia. Fangs aching, eyes sharp. A juicy young lady grazed by him, stuffing her nose in her books and her book bag, worried by something. Unaware. Perfect. (edited)

Vincent looked around - can somebody see them? And carefully "kissed" the lady's neck

No indeed not, hidden by the shadows and swallowed by the comfort of ubiquity, the young woman only cried out in ecstasy, blushing ferociously from such an intimate act she had never before experienced in her entire life. Her thighs quivered and shook, knees wobbling, her moans elicited sighs as she rubbed up against him in a deep alleyway, her kisses light and needy. Poor gurl hadn't held a hand much less a package of this size, her body feeling limp.

Vincent thanked the Caine - or the mystic/magical evolutionary mechanisms that made the Kiss so pleasant for the mortals. Such a great trait to have. He wondered, how long would Kindred survive without it. Probably not much. He felt woman rubbing against him, but there just wasn't enough time for this. He interrupted his thoughts and made himself let the woman go, wishing for more blood and its erotic pleasure. But mortals... Don't restrain yourself and you become the heartless monster not very different from those Sabbat savages. He licked the woman's neck and went on. There was a business to do. And very urgent one (edited)

Vincent walked into the computer club. It was always busy, full of people who couldn't afford a computer - let alone to master its usage. That's why Vincent could know every single login+password used in the club. He was creating a giant botnet, thoroughly hidden though. When the time is right, he will use it... But not now. Vincent greeted the club admin and walked into his cabinet and connected the cameras to the computer. The antivirus he coded himself scanned the cameras. Need to be careful. There's always a bigger fish. There's always someone more cunning than you.

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@Anue/Alexandria

A very excitable, charismatic voice drifted over from a lan party supporting the new release of World of Warcraft and a second one for another round of Diablo II. This group of individuals seem to be nerding out pretty hard on some older systems and games, when the owner of the charismatic voice let out an excited cry. He looked like he was a broad shouldered, jock with a strong chin, ample jawline, and thick neck. Brown hair was stylishly parted in the middle, and his eyes held an unusual enthusiasm to them that would be a little too intense for most, but perfect for an unexpected gamer such as he. "Hey, pal! What's up? I see you got a shiny new set of cameras for all of us to get jelly over. Which brand are they? Aw, maaan! I think I've had my eye on those puppies for some time now! You look like you hang out among the rest of the nerds here, I mean, I'm kind of a nerd myself, you know! Aw, man! Sometimes, I get all obsessed with celebrities, but I know that's not where it's at! Why don't you give me some cool pointers, huh?" (edited)

Who the fuck is he? - thought Vincent, but put on a smile - Hi. Don't remember you, what's your name? I'm Victor. These cameras? Sorry to disappoint you, but they are already sold. My distant relative ordered them, I'm just gonna calibrate 'em for him...

"Nice to meet you, Victor! My name is NinesNox, you know, I though it would be a great play on words, since my name is Knox. I only see you around here, maybe once or twice, but that's probably because you hold different hours, bro, graveyard shift, 'ammirite? I'm a bit of a night owl myself! Been working graveyard for a solid few months, if you know what I mean," Knox gave 'Victor' a knowing wink, nodding his head like the overly smug, loud-mouthed fool he actually was, thinking that maybe he wasn't too bright, and grated on your last nerves. Time was against you. Eyes closed in on you, drawn by amicable interest, blinded by childish techie glee, and a few smirks and knowing smiles sent your way, far too close. Far too stifling to carry your business on without a few of the other young bucks looking at your hardware like they wanted to hump the cameras on your table. Right here. Right now. "You're so a solid! Bro, you have got to show me what these things can do? Hey, guys, like we need to stop by Best Buy and get some like these, they look amazing!" (edited)

- Guys, I'm really pleased to see you, but they're not for me and I'm short on time, really need to work... Maybe next time?

"Aw, man! Be that way then, I'm not mad, no! We should probably get going and go to IHOP or something and get some food down! Or maybe a couple of brewskis to have us all chilled out for that next time! I look forward to it, in fact, I'm hoping we could be really close pals in the next few days!" Knox walked away, his enthusiastic look lingering, even as his overly confident, nerdy enthusiasm faded into the night, leaving 'Victor" alone. Your concentration returned in spades as the others left, too hungry and too willing to delve into Diablo II, to pay any kind of mind to your business as soon as Knox left. (edited)

What the actual fuck was that... He mentioned graveyard as if he wanted... To look at my reaction. Need to ask about him my admin and keep an eye on him. Who knows, maybe he suspects me of something... And with that grim thoughts Vincent got back to his business - trace the owner of the cameras. Meanwhile, he took a disc with some weird porn stuff - will be a good thing to upload them instead of videos with Vincent to that unknown enemy's computer.

The tracker beeped showing the location to Vincent: it was moving around the corner to a nearby IHOP before going completely dark shortly afterward. (edited)

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==END SCENE== (edited)

RECAP: Vincent decided to release his built up frustrations from Elysium onto an almost exact replica of Roxanne, the current Sheriff. After blood bonding her, his paranoia managed to direct him to 3 security cameras. He obtained information on a Maria Lopez, who may have tampered with the hotel room prior. He grabbed a quick bite to eat on his way to his computer club. And happened to meet a Knox. Who was far too inquisitive and annoying for Vincent's taste. But...the last thing Vincent was able to see, Knox as the owner of the cameras, disappearing around the corner to a nearby IHOP.

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