Where would we be doing the rp btw?

I'm ready to get started

IDEA: Something I've tried on another RP site, which failed to catch on, but since there seem to be more people here interested in that kind of heavy smut, here goes: Esquilline Dark (Ixis is her Vampire name, not known by humans), is a pornstar who loves to throw wild sex parties in her Amsterdam penthouse. She and her friend the Femminatrix are the main attractions, but there are also fluffers, guests, VIPs and staff to play around with. More below... Possible roles to play: 1) Regular Guests (pay-to-crash (500 euros - no need to write it out, can just say it was paid "off screen"), no maximum number, food&booze on the house, free-to-play with the fluffers, pay-to-play with Esquilline Dark, The Femminatrix or the other 2 stars (if any are available at the time, prices depending on content. Guests can screw each other, the fluffers, the stars, or any combination thereof.)) 2) VIPs (Dark's handpicked guests, maximum number of 5, free crash, food&booze on the house, free-to-play with both the fluffers, and the porn stars (if available) - private suites encounters possible). Again, broad screwing rules.) 3) Staff (Waiters(4), Bartenders(2), Kitchen Staff(4), DJ's(1), Bouncers(4), Fluffers (male and female, 10 max. each). Fluffers can (and will often be directed to) screw each other, the stars, or the guests. All the others can only sneak in some casual BJ or something when nobody's looking, in the restrooms maybe etc. (they are at work, after all). For the fluffers, screwing IS work.) 4) Guest Porn Stars (I will play Dark(Ixis) and Femminatrix, but there would be room for 2 more. Male or female. Same rules about guests apply to them (pay-to-play for regs, free-to-play for VIPs). Broad screwing rules for all). PECKING ORDER: 1) The Pornstars: They can give instructions to any fluffers (even those servicing guests, minus VIP's), which must be obeyed, unless another Pornstar instructed them first, including gross/creepy/uncomfortable ones, barring outright molestation. The bouncers will not intervene, unless directed by Ixis to do so. They can also refuse to service any of the VIP's, if the services desired are unreasonable/creepy/outside of the pornstar's comfort zone - open to interpretation on a case-by-case basis, left to the individual pornstar's discretion. They can request a track-change from the DJ, as long as it's not contradicting Ixis's request for the same. Their request does come above VIP's request, though. They can summon the bouncers at any time, to throw a harrassing guest (including a VIP) out, if necessary. Esquilline Dark(Ixis) can give instructions to ANY member of the staff, as she sees fit, which must be obeyed. She can also override the orders to throw guests out, from other Pornstars (if she judges them as overreactions), but she can NOT make the other Pornstars do anything, or service anyone they don't want to. 2) The VIPs: They can order any fluffer to satisfy them in any way they want (as long as said fluffer isn't occupied with any other guest). This includes gross/creepy/uncomfortable demands, as long as not outright molesting, in which case the bouncers will intervene and stop it (at which point the VIP may or may not be kicked out, decided by Ixis). If paid for it, and within the limits of what was paid for, they can also order the Pornstars (and Ixis), to satisfy them in any way they want. They can order drinks/food, or request a DJ to change the track (which may or may not be obliged, at DJ's discretion, or any 'above' wishes from Ixis, or other Pornstars). A VIP can have a maximum of 3 fluffers to him/herself, but can only hire 1 Pornstar at a time. 3) The Regs: They can order any fluffer to satisfy them in any way they want (as long as said fluffer doesn't have a prior order from a VIP, a Pornstar, or Ixis, and isn't occupied with any other guest). These orders can be countermanded by the Pornstars (but not by VIPs). This also includes gross/creepy/uncomfortable demands, but the bouncers will crack down on it much faster then on a misbehaving VIP (at which point the guest will be summarily kicked out, without any intercession by Ixis). They can order drinks/food, and can only have 1 fluffer at a time. *** The rest are basically equally bottom in the order, just different roles. 4) The Fluffers: They are obligated to follow any sexual orders from any of the Pornstars, including creepy/gross/uncomfortable ones. They are not allowed to complain or refuse, unless they can convince the Pornstar not to do that to them, or Ixis decides to intervene on their behalf. They are also obligated to follow any and all sexual orders from any of the guests (VIPs or Regs.), minus the conditions outlined in above sections. They may (or may not, their discretion) refuse an order to perform a non-sexual task, from anyone (including Ixis). That's not their job. 5) The Bouncers: They may spot and remove any troublemaking guest (not VIP), at their discretion. They may only remove VIPs, with approval from Ixis (even though the other Pornstars may order them to do so, they must bring it to Ixis first). They must follow any and all non-sexual orders given to them by a Pornstar, if they don't contradict with any given by Ixis. They may also warn other non-fluffer staff members about engaging in sexual activity, and report it to Ixis, but may NOT remove or discipline them, without approval from Ixis. May not be caught engaging in sexual activity, by a Pornstar, or Ixis. Also subject to Guests, VIPs, or Fluffers taddling on them, if they see them screwing around. 6) Bartenders: May give instructions to the waiters, regarding serving orders. May not give instructions to anyone else. Same rules about sexual activity as above. 7) DJ: May oblige the requests of Pornstars or VIPs for a track change (in that order), at his/her discretion. Not required to, and not allowed to, if contradicting Ixis's music selection at the moment (until the end of song). Must oblige immediately, any request by Ixis to change tracks. Same rules about sexual activity as above. 8 ) Kitchen Staff: May not leave the Kitchen, except for a bathroom break. Same rules about sexual activity as above. ALLOWED: Light-to-moderate recreational drugs, NO heavy stuff, all kinds of booze being poured, and a good selection of fast-food snacks from the kitchen. Up to the discretion of whoever(s) playing the Bartenders and Kitchen Staff. Guests may also bring stuff in, if it falls within those categories. Music choices are made by Ixis, the DJ, and the Pornstars. DISALLOWED: Any kind of censoring or fade-to-black when it comes to smut of any kind! XD Also, Ixis is Esquilline's Vampire name, not known to any humans. To them, she's simply Esquilline Dark. Also, no moving the narrative away from the party. Any separate emergent plotlines can be explored in separate threads. OPENING CHARACTERS (UNDER MY CONTROL): Esquilline Dark(Ixis), Femminatrix. OPENING CHARACTERS (SHARED): Four unnamed fluffers (2 male, 2 female), Bouncer Zolln, Bartender Jaxo. If anyone is interested, just post whenever you wish. *********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Main Lounge Floor Spoiler: Side-Lounge, on the Main Floor Stairwell to the 2nd Floor, Dance Area 2nd Floor, Main Lounge, Bar Area + Kitchen (off pic) 2nd Floor - Side Lounges ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* AMSTERDAM - RED LIGHT DISTRICT 22:30... Up in Ixis's private sanctum, the vampiress had just finished draining the last of her chosen meals, for the night. All three unfortunate souls were looking pale as a wall, gently restrained on side-by-side racks, in the seductress's spacious, luxuriously appointed bedroom, as her cat Veraxa watched contentedly, a bowl of milk in front of her, from a blood-red pew off to the side. Two men and a woman, none of the three were dead, but all looked way out of sorts, half-closed eyes gazing emptily off into some undetermined spot on the wall, twitching ever-so-slightly. Severely anaemic with loss of blood, the twin small bite marks on each of their necks, evidence of what had been done to them. No scarring would remain, Ixis was always extremely careful about that, when applying bite-force on her 'non-lethal' donors. None of the three had any visible marks of struggle, save the woman, whose wrists betrayed her attempts to break free of the undead creature's grasp. With the men, it was easier, lured here by the promise of a sexual extravaganza with the one and only Esquilline Dark, and already halfway-high on copious amounts of MDMA slipped into their drinks. The woman was just a random passerby, that Ixis, on her rounds earlier this evening, just after sunset, managed to snatch off the street and drag into her car, then brought to the penthouse through the underground garage. She needed a 3rd 'donor', to be able to drain a small enough amount of blood from each, to keep all of them alive. A 4th one would've been ideal, but it was what it was. The memory-suppression agent injected by her Vampire saliva would insure none of them remembered anything, and soon, when the party started, they would be carried off to a 'recovery room' of sorts, where IV drips would be administered to them by her personal medical staff, to replenish some of the lost blood plasma in a hurry, each tailored to the specific blood type of each person, along with essential nutrients, to begin the bodies' natural blood regenerative process. In the morning, the two men would wake up, thinking that they just fell asleep, combined with the lingering aftereffects of the drugs, while the woman would be returned to where Ixis snatched her off, out of sight in an alley, left to wake up on her own. She would remember nothing about what happened last night, and be left with a mystery, but no concrete idea what happened. Esquilline Dark (human illusory form) Ixis (when the illusion is dropped) It was a good evening, in 'Esquilline Dark's' considered opinion. For the third week in a row, she was successful in securing food, without needing to kill. Feeding was always an operation entirely on it's own level of complexity, for a vampire, especially one where none of the donors died. So many ends needed to be covered, so many eventualities accounted for, in this age of surveillance and networked connectivity. It took planning, foresight, knowing the 'hunting ground', and methodology. Yes, she relied on human assistance to cover her tracks, but even they weren't entirely sure what happened to these people, as none of them had ever witnessed an act of feeding, and were well-paid by Ixis to keep their mouths shut. And in rough-play... bite marks were common. As paranoid as humans tended to be, they were just as greedy. And money was one thing the vampiress never had a shortage of, to grease the palms that needed greasing. Money, seduction, celebrity status, blackmail, intimidation... murder. Esquilline Dark used each of those, in roughly equal capacity, when it came to achieving her ends. She had her cold, delicate fingers on the pulse of humanity's... whims, quirks, and habits. She knew her prey, intimately, for hundreds and hundreds of years now. The more they thought they changed and evolved in their sensibilities... the more they stayed the same, to the eyes of a creature as... immutable... as one of the Kind. Cattle. Yet cattle with teeth, and cunning, not to be taken lightly. She went to her dressing room, turning on the subdued purple lighting, her ruby gaze gleaming in the semi darkness, as a large baroque mirror reflected her delicate, statuesque frame. An illusion of course, one she maintained for the humans' benefit, a glittering mask covering a rotting corpse, centuries old. She stripped down to her lingerie, a silky-laced crimson bra and panties, the seams of which screamed in agony over her strong, yet supple thighs, swaying with perfect harmony in each step, forming a triangle around her womanhood, which, for good half a decade now, was her main source of income, and notoriety. Cunt, tits, ass... all perfect, all three something that men have literally died for, many times before. Be it as her food, or her entertainment. Or both. She sold herself, she cashed-in on herself, and she made an entire fragrance brand, around herself. An echo of splendour, over a lost soul, tainted by her everlasting curse. So many people looked down on sex workers, considering them the morally-bankrupt dregs of society. So few had any conception of the power, wielded by one. Especially one with the... aura... she had. Power to capture the imagination of the masses, and to hold it imprisoned, in a gilded cage of naked lust. Power to reshape one's perception on sexuality, through impressionable suggestion. Power to shatter relationships, destroy families, yet also power to connect. Nothing in this world, was as powerful as the primal urge to mate, and the surge of endorphine, serotonine, dopamine, and epinephryne, leading the human individual to a state of bliss... and a state of extreme susceptiblity to... suggestion. Something Ixis used, and abused, to carve out her current iteration of self, in this world. Her crimson-colored, sparkling lips curled sligthly, into a self-satisfied smile, as she traced her hands over her body, tussling a strand of raven-black hair, from her eyes, with a measured twitch of her head, as her eyes slowly lost their glowing reddish aspect, and assumed a colour of onyx stone, dark, deep, and mysterious, seemingly boring into the soul of any man meeting her gaze. "Play... mmm... Insanity Syndrome." - she spoke, in a lubriciously intimate, alto-seductive tone, not taking her eyes off her mirror-image. With a soft beep, the penthouse's integrated voice-recognition entertainment suite complied. Current track (free to be changed by the would-be DJ) As the soft beats of Enigma's masterpiece started caressing her acute hearing, from the unobtrusive speakers integrated everywhere in her domain, she slowly padded over to a liquor cabinet nestled against a corner wall, picking out a delicate glass and a short, but wide bottle. Pouring herself a shot of Forager's Clogau, she sipped on it, putting the bottle back, before she walked back to the mirror, setting the glass down on the nightstand in front of it. Reaching down, she opened a drawer, pulling out a bottle of Deep Heat lotion, something the vampiress always used, to temporarily raise her body temperature to approximate human levels, whenever she anticipated sexual activity, since without that, she had no natural heat. Visually, she could adopt a human illusion, but that did not extend to tactile sense. Heating-up had to be achieved by external means. Meticulously and methodically, she rubbed herself up, from the tips of her toes, to the top of her neck, as well as cheeks, forehead, and ears. Another bottle, this one labeled "Deep Heat Oil", would be used for the insides of her vagina and asshole. Biting her lower lip slightly, she relished the sensation, letting out a soft moan, as she applied it. Time to get dressed for the party. She wasn't shooting anything this week, but she knew that Femm was. What was it called... "Dick Long: The Betrayal", supposed to have premiered yesterday. She guessed Femm would be around soon. While not technically invited to her parties, Femm had become a standard attraction over time, inviting herself the first few times, and bringing her own cadre of fans with her. Ixis eventually just shrugged, accepting the intruders with good grace. If anything, the publicity from the added fanbase only enhanced her own following and brand. Plus... they got along nicely. Neither of them a jealous type, they got into a habit of sharing their... herds... equitably. Most of the time. It WAS still Dark's party. Still, she couldn't help but shake her head... "What a title... whoever her scriptwriter is, Femm really needs to sack him and find someone with a gram of creativity!" - the vampiress chuckled to herself. Of course, she knew the other pornstar wouldn't. Aside from challenging herself on how many loads of sperm she could swallow in each new gangbang she did, Femminatrix's only concern was how she turned out in the scenes. She was the stereotypical definition of an airheaded bimbo, with... assets, that put even Dark's own LL implants to shame, and a flexibility to match, being a former gymnast. "Far as I know, she's at... 182 in one hour, I think? Two months ago, at Swordmasters 9 meeting? Not bad, girl! Should've taken more Loper though, to counter the diarrhea from all that protein flushing down. I could smell it when you came over the next evening... dirty little slut!" - Dark's smirk widened slightly. She enjoyed oral as much as Femm, but for different reasons. Femminatrix craved man-juice, in rivers. She craved man-blood, pounding through those stiff, painfully erect cocks. A little nibble here, a little there... it was a mental orgasm in itself, for a Vampiress. And an exercise in restraint, at the same time, her fangs... caressing... those shafts, begging to be sunk in, but in her conscious denial. *** DOWN IN THE MAIN PENTHOUSE AREAS... Speak of the devil... Zolln, manning the entrance from the trio of elevators leading up from the lobby, perked up slightly from his IPhone, hearing the *cling* of a stopping elevator. He frowned. It was still 20 minutes until most of the staff were supposed to begin trickling-in. And he knew that Dark herself would be going out to meet the VIP's, another half an hour later, with the regs beginning to arrive at that same time. So who could this be? He mentally prepared himself to intercept and turn around whoever emerged from the car, but he had barely stepped forward, when a wave of spicy fragrance assailed his nostrils. His craggy face spread into a grin. He knew of only one person who had a taste for this particular cheapish perfume - the same person who made his cock explode down her gullet on many an occassion so far. "Eyyy, Femm!!" - he greeted the top-heavy, bald bimbo who stepped out, with surprising grace in her steps, even belying the platform heels she wore. Even with heels, she stood slightly shorter then Dark's 1.76meters of statuesque, curvy-athletic perfection, but considerably more buxom, and a bit juicier in the hips, it was all the man could do, to contain the sudden burst of erection in his jeans, as he felt his shaft struggling against the zipper. She was roughly in her mid 20's, same as Dark, maybe a little older, with a pair of ginormous, firm fake tits that literally pierced out of what looked like a heavy-duty sport top under a simple laced black blouse. He suspected the sport top was necessary to even have a hope of containing what was beneath, as any regular bra would just snap at the seams from the... pressure. Flat midriff, as the blouse was tied in a knot just over her bellybutton, adorned with a jeweled piercing, and faded, torn jeans following her legs down to a pair of heels. "Hi there Zolo!" - the woman purred at him, with a grin, in that trademark off-accent English that originated somewhere way eastward of the farthest eastern borders of the European continent. Her simplification of names was as cute as it was annoying, at times, but he didn't mind. Her language skills were NOT, what he always wanted, from her, and what she was always willing to give him. Him and 99% of all other men who ever entered her field of vision. What was her real name? He didn't care. As long as his wife never found out where he ACTUALLY worked. Dark, in his experience, at least had some class, even if her ferocity in the scenes was... insane. This whore... no class. But for some reason, that just appealed to him more. Dark was too... intense for his 44 years of age. Femm had that too, but she was a more front-loaded type. Lascivity, assertion and sluttiness in advance, then some casual fucking, sucking and various toilet-play, without bringing him to the brink of a heart-attack, and squeezing hard enough to almost break bones, as Dark tended to do with her insane stamina and athleticism. With a total lack of subtext or subtlety, Femminatrix approached, and reached her right hand to grip him by the crotch, squeezing surprisingly hard, as she literally shoved her twin lethal weapons at his chest, licking her blue-sparkly lips lasciviously. His back banged against the wall, as he laughed, gripping her by the back of her neck, and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, his free hand slapping her hard on the ass. "Somebody's hungry!" - he teased. "You need stay here, Zolo? Or go to bathroom with me? I give you quickie!" - she purred, releasing his crotch, now rubbing her knee up at his throbbing penis. "Mmm well... how quick can you do it?! I... I gotta be back here before the crowd starts comin' in!" - he grunted, one hand now insistently groping her huge melons. God damn he WANTED to stick it in her. Not helped by the fact his wife was a frigid fucking cunt who would't give him the time of day unless in a PERFECT mood, most weekends. The rest of the time, she was a neurotic wreck. "No worry... I expert! You now be good boy, and come with me or I hurt you!" - she mock-ordered him, kissing his neck, as she half shoved him toward the restrooms down the hall. He pretended to 'resist' for a moment, then faked a resigned chuckle, letting her lead him into the men's restroom. *** Inside the main floor, a number of fluffers were lounging around the various sofas and tabure's, sipping root beer and chatting, passing the time, or making out, while Jaxo, a chubby middle-aged man, busied himself polishing glasses at the main floor bar. To his mind, the lounge was emptiest before a big party, when most of the staff still needed to arrive first. He grimaced in some disgust, at the sight of three fluffers... eating and rimming... each other down the aisle. As well-paid as this job was, the sheer level of sexual... degeneracy... on display, often threatened to make him sick. "What the fuck's this world coming to... ? Nothing's sacred anymore. Not even one's shithole." - he thought, averting his gaze firmly. Yet, judgemental as he was, saying no to the kind of salary he had here, was out of the question, especially given his... track record... in more reputable establishments. Simply put, it was either this, or work in some cheapass dive, for maybe 1/10th the money. Whatever else she was, and she was a filthy, irredeemable whore, in his view - Esquilline Dark was generous to her staff, and didn't look at personal resume's too closely. Yet there was something about her... something that gave Jaxo the ever-so-subtle creeps. She was too... perfect. Too immaculately graceful. Too supremely confident in herself. And her eyes... he never felt comfortable looking her in the eyes. Jaxo subscribed to the saying that 'eyes are a window to the soul'. Yet whenever he looked into Dark's deep, mesmerizing, black onyx ones, he felt... like there was nothing there. No... person. No... humanity. He couldn't explain it. But he didn't like it.

Anyways, I'm up to get things started of that's ok?

I did like the starter though. Change a few things, and we can start from there?

It's fine. It just threw me off because it made it look like you wanted me to play all women lol

To be honest, I wouldn't classify myself as "good with advice," but in my opinion, it's sort of a "you get better with practice" sort of deal.

I appreciate the feedback and will admit I'm still sorta new to story writing so all criticism is very welcome! Any advice or tips that you can give me to grow ? ( also just so you know I kinda just made that on the fly as like a teaser for a idea but when it comes to actually roleplay or being involved in the story I'm ALOT more thorough and detail oriented )

Up until now, I've just kinda been lurking (as I personally am one of those types who prefers more plot with smut as a side dish rather than smut being the main course...and I'm bad with smut, but that's another story), and I don't mean to say this in a bad way, but the starter you posted was, for lack of a better word, lacking. Like, there's a little background of Xavier and his family situation preventing him from lusting after anyone with boobs and a pulse, but little else outside of that. Keep in mind this is just my viewpoint as a third party looking in. I, once again, don't mean it in any rude way or saying your writing is bad.

Oooooh my bad , yeah I was just trying to throw an idea out there and see whether or not it fit the scenario, anything you would change or add?

For everyone checking out the colony and are curious about the club feel free to indulge in your own topic or start a story ! We are all here because we are in the mood so why not share whats on your mind or your fantasies amongst the club and create some magic!

Oh, I was confused because I have my own ocs

If you wanted to yeah like I said I was just brewing us up a starter haha

Was I meant to play Xavier?

* passion for " woman " and love lol

... Xavier was the Mc and he is straight lol

Um...I said I play mostly straight guys?