dance with the devil /blair

[judas ulysses royale]

the devil's langauge taste of lust

The tempo was always up beat and the songs, when they did have lyrics, were the most primal that they stirred something in the back of the mind or at least that’s what the plan was. The women were smoother, the liquor was calmer. The lights were dimmed lower and leather was slicker. Judas wasn’t going to go anywhere good when he died so he found it only fitting to make his heaven on earth. If he believed in such things. Trailing the lip of his scotch glass, he swirled his contrasting blue eyes into the amber liquid as if it would settle his little faith and show him his fate. But at last, it was only a sharp drink down his throat, no destiny swan in the bottom of his glass. The song change drew his attention; the patrons in his club were his life. Why else would he put so much income into making his night experience better then the others that graced the strips? No, he cast a rough glance around the moving bodies of the dancing crowd, that wasn’t true. He did this because it was what he craved. In some part of his subconscious Judas had a warp, a smudge of clean thought, and it fed off the bass beat. It wasn’t at all the most innocent place in the world, his devilish mind. But he could front like any well deserving and successful businessman and act ‘normal’.

Topping off his scotch with a self amused sparkle in his eyes, Judas sent the glass, with a new tip of some random dollar bill from his pocket in side, sliding back down the crown black marble top to the barkeep. The barkeep returned a knowing nod and Judas took his leave. The club could manage itself but, on nights like this, the owner liked to indulge in his own apple of Eden. Especially on nights like this. It irked him to admit, and if pressed really wouldn’t ever admit, that his most recent spat with his favorite bed warmer was more then frustrating. She, Blair, kept reeling off from him when it just so happened to be an inconvenience to her. And it happened to inconvenience her a lot. It was her loss since she was the one that kept running away, or so he justified it. He was, after all, only supplying her with what she asked for; a bed buddy who could be the most captivating man one minute and the most ravishing the next. But, it was a waste to dwell on her too long while she was away, most likely getting a taste of some other man before coming back. She always came back. His thoughts faded away into the hype of the club, evaporating like the sweat on glossed bodies that meshed on the dance floor. The bump of the bass shifted again and his feet now carried him gliding to the dj's post, rolling up his sleeves of navy as he went to let his too contained skin breath.

For as long as he owned the club, which was at most five years now, not once had Judas placed himself in the middle of those people infested group grindings. He was a businessman first and whatever else second. The number of men in the dance was looking stuffed, and, ever the generous man, Judas relieved them. A cock of the eyebrow at cluster of nearby girls he passed and a brief dark grin got the message across loud and clear. "a'nd lovelies," the distinct accent in his voice purred in husky undertones and dimpled smile as he spun on his heels to face them as he walked backwards, "make sure ya get cash. Tips are a'lways deserved." His girls. What could he say, he was sweet on them as they were sweet on him. They didn't have to follow through with the implied intent if they didn't see a guy that was good enough for a night, Judas put no pressure on them, he just wanted to thin the male numbers. The club had secluded out coves for a reason, might get use out of them.

the perch on one of the sound speakers was the best place, the rugged man was more often found there then anywhere else since it gave him the best view over the floor. he could watch his ladies steer their bodies like leaves in the wind to money worth men and earn green just by smiling. The whole place caused a chill to creep over his shoulders and base of his skull, this place, his night club always made him more in-tune to that warped part in his subconscious. But, after chatting a quick second with the dj, Judas let his business mask fall back into place, and his mind silently noting what parts of the club could be improved and how much revenue was needed to match and surpass last months intake. Everything else but the bass beat and work faded from his head.

tagtarnie/blair wordseight hundred-ish noteso.o i need to get use to him, but damn, he's a complicated man.... i hope this is alright....

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[blair annalyse phillips]

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WAKE UP BABY YOU'RE TOTALLY DELUDED
YOU'LL END UP OLD AND LONELY

Blair's head was in a mess, completely bashed up and all because of this whole thing with Alex, the whole thing was sending her west and making her doubt everything she believed and the one thing she was always so sure about in her life. It was all Alex's fault, and a bit Brook's for over analyzing the whole thing. It had left her considering what the whole thing meant when before she had been happy to just believe it was angry sex, like the 'thing' she and Judas had, -well, what they had when she was talking to him- but now she was considering the ways it was different and what that meant and the reasoning coming into her head wasn't anything that she could handle, it was too deep, too emotional and full of disgusting romantic feelings that she didn't know how to process and didn't want to. She was happy the way she was, free with no strings and no feelings for any guy in any romantic way. It was was easy that way, simple with no sticky drama and devastating heartache. What was it with this whole thing, she had managed to go 23 years of her life without ever developing feelings for any of her bed buddies.

That was what she was doing, dragging one of her party friends with her to Judas' club. By the line up outside as she pulled up in the taxi with the two girls she hadn't had to try hard to convince to join her, she was sure he would be in there keeping his beedy eyes on everything going on. She didn't have a plan if he wasn't there, in fact, she didn't really have any plan at all. The only thing she knew was she needed to see him, rekindled their little thing and remind herself of how things were supposed to be, fun and dramatic but without any lovie dovie feelings. The only feelings Blair ever got around Jude was rage (emotions of the like) and lust and that was why their little thing worked so well. She needed to distract herself from the thing with Alex, needed to get as far from it as possible and since she hadn't been able to stop sleeping with his despite trying to, and since she couldn't really avoid seeing him since they worked together she would have to settle for Judas being her distraction. She slid a $10 bill into the taxi drivers hand, told him to keep the change before slipping out and making her way straight past the line to where the door men were "Hey Lou" was all she had to said in her sing song voice for the doorman to lift the red rope and let the 3 girls in with no more questions asked. Once in the club the first stop was the bar, not because she needed any kind of dutch courage to see Judas, she'd known him far to long to have any trouble speaking about much of anything to him by now. With a cocktail in hand she gave the room a quick scan locking eyes on the reason she was there and making sure he saw her before she made her way to a booth with her friends. She didn't want to go straight to him like some desperate little puppy.

Blair was sure their point of view on the way she broke things off with him and then came back, in her mind it meant that she was the one in control of how things went, she decided when she wanted to be around him and when she didn't but she was sure from his point of view he saw it as her trying to leave him but never being able to resist him. It was an unhealthy miss mash of both but they never really discussed it so it had never been a problem. After doing the rounds of saying her hello-how-are-yous to those people she knew in the club she excused herself from her two bearly-friends to sneak up on Judas, coming up behind him with a coy smile on her lips and the same attitude in her voice "How'd I guess you would be up here, keeping watch like some kind of guard dog" her voice a little husky with that teasing, seductive tone to it. Whenever she left him it never took her long to get bored of the guys she tried to replace him with and she never really tried to fight the urge to reel him back in the same way he never seemed to fight himself over taking her back. This time it was a little different though, for her at least, she wasn't back because she was bored, in the bedroom department Alex had been keeping her quite entertained, had it been just that she may have even been able to leave her dear Judas behind for good, unfortunately that wasn't quite the case.

Words: ish | Status: finished | Muse: eh | Notes: ooo I love him already

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[judas ulysses royale]

the devil's langauge taste of lust

Judas was mostly concerned with the flow of cash to his pocket. Sure the club was pumping out some high numbers for the evening, more so then other nights he was sure, but there was always the feeling that more could be done. Then again it was the weekend, and everyone loved to get loose on the weekend; forget the hassle of the work week and just let inhibitions be left at the door. Judas offered just the right kind of freedom that overworked men and women wanted, all he asked in return was that they throw caution to the wind and fall into a little bit of sin. It was his business after all, to dabble on the edge of lust and drive, desire and human instinct. It wasn’t the cleanest kind of honest work; hell it wasn’t even honest, it was the black hole and heart of Judas himself. Bracing his elbows thoughtfully against the muscles of his thighs, his eyes darkened further, hooded by his natural aura of power, as they drew from the back corner where his actual office was located all the way across the walls and bar to the entrance. The thralls of people spewing inside made his smile crack proudly. The doorman knew just what types of people to let in and what type of people to leave out, just how Judas trained him.

The song switched again, to a more suggestive and sultry melody with a strictly wanting feminine voice, and the shift in the bass was obvious from the vibrations in the speaker. Leaning his back straight against the top of the large speaker, a pleasing hum streamed from his throat as he turned his head to chuckle to the dj, “one of your best choices this e’vening, keep it up good man.” Like when most of his employees did something that warranted his appraisal, his tone had a sort of encouraging lithe to it. Dragging his gaze back toward the ceiling, his eye lids closed for a brief absorbing moment to let the bass sink into his body; to tingle his hyperaware skin underneath the thin, soft fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t until he sat up poised again that his striking blues eyes meet another pair. And that pair of subtly blue eyes he knew extremely well. A pair of subtly blue eyes that had traced over every square inch of his body, one of many pairs actually. The intent locked between their intense stare was one that Judas picked up on with instinct. She was here for him, for if she wasn’t she would be interested in her company, two girls which Blair seemed to have little true regard for. It was sad actually, they were both impressive girls they deserved some attention. One of the edges of his lips curled crudely as the tip of his tongue slid between the part, maybe he could entice Blair to ask them to join- god, what was he thinking, Blair wasn’t that open minded. In a scoff, he sent his wistful eyes to the occupants of the dance floor, he knew the blonde enough to know she preferred more of a one-on-one performance.

He was here for more then just pleasurable thinking however, and since Blair was keen on playing coy, he would play uninterested. Though it was hardly true, they both were an addictive mix of dangerous and compelling attraction, and it ended how it always did; they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other. Rolling his shoulders he let the thoughts fall again, easily being replaced by something that held true merit, like that frat boy in the middle of the dance floor who seemed to think he touch one of Judas’ girls without consent. Sorry, but that wasn’t going to fly with the pimp. If there was ever something to boil his black blood in his cold veins it was clingy, over confident, std magnet boys who thought they could take a piece of his property. Brows furrowed deep above his shadows eyes, catching the mindful eye of a bodyguard who had enough sense to wave Judas off, in a simple hand motion telling his boss to stay put. Had it not been for the interruption behind him, he would have leapt off the speaker and snapped possessively at the boy and then sent off the bodyguard for telling him to stay put. But as it were, Blair’s seductive tone held him back; however, his irritation still bit roughly in his words as he watched intently as the body guard roughly shoved the boy away, Lion. What you mean to say is, i'm a lion watching o’ver my pride of lionesses, chasing o’ff strays when they push their luck.”

Seconds later and the clench in his jaw disappeared as did the handsy boy, Judas was cleansed of any foul feelings in his chest and remind that his blonde beauty was behind him. Lifting his legs, he swiftly and gracefully, spun so that he sat with his legs parted on the speaker as he faced her. "Blair," the single word was drawled in his low seductive dialogue. Calloused and work worn hands glided effortlessly over the thudding bass top on the open spot near his lap. He wanted her on the speaker with him, to feel the intoxicating rumble between her thighs. "Step into my o'ffice," he crooned, displaying a tone that offered, not a suggestion but an obligation, "we have much to discuss...." among plenty of other thing, but that was already implied. First, they both had to get back in the others good graces, not that it was difficult. Judas barely wanted to talk much of personal life and personal issues, it muddled too many feelings and emotions.

tagtarnie/blair wordstoo lazy notes in my mind he is just sitting there like a sexy beast. lol