|z|.Spoilt.Little.Whore.|z|

["One Taste" Poison]

...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .Come on, tell me what you want from this whore. When the lights are turned down low and the temperature is hot… I’m yours for the taking… Every inch of my body; every ounce of my energy; each breath I take will be dedicated to you. |z|



...I never believed in the devil… But god couldn’t make something as dirty as me....
.Spoilt.Little.Whore.


Sexy black leather of the purest form engulfs this mysterious room. The walls a sickening green, complimented perfectly by the black wooden flooring. A hot, ferocious fire burns effortlessly in the corner of the room, logs placed on it with such care. The wood popping into fragile ash fills the room. The camera slowly pans across the room, picking up certain things. A bottle of Budweiser, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a packet of Marlboro lights placed onto a big black desk, along with some pieces of a paper. The typical big, black leather chair sits comfortably behind the desk… And sitting comfortably in it, is none other then the Co-Owner of the XVI…
…One Taste Poison…

Without looking up from her piece of paper which she scans slowly, she reaches towards the bottle of Budweiser, lifting it gently. Her full, hot red lips wrap themselves seductively over the opening of the bottle, as she tips her head back, filling her mouth with the cold, delicious liquid.

Suddenly; a knock at the door.

Poisons sickening green eyes flick up quickly, hitting the door. The bottle slowly being put to rest beside her. Leaning back on her chair, her white shirt slowly reveals the first few buttons open, her pale cleavage is simply stubbing. She grins, moving her long black hair out of her face, her piercing green eyes shadowed heavily by her thick black eye-liner.


|z| Poison |z|
"Come In. "

There’s a voice that was oddly missed. A vile Texan accent rings through out the room, before shattered blissfully by the opening of the door. A vulgar grin creeps across the sultry face of Poison as her World Champion; Johnny Mental makes his entrance...

She stands slowly as he walks over to a chair which sits in front of her desk. Her short, tight black skirt hugging her thighs and ass perfectly, her black fish-net stockings setting her outfit off perfectly. She steps out from behind her desk. Mental grins, shaking his head, noticing poison has on her trade-mark big black boots still. She walks over to the door, closing it slowly. Walking back to her desk, she smiles at Johnny.

|z| Poison |z|
" Congrats stud. You kicked Conny’s fat ass, and you grabbed the world title at the same time. "

Johnny grins, rubbing his hand over the title which sits so beautifully around his waist. Poison perches herself on her desk, her legs crossed one over the other in an unusually lady like fashion. Poison leans back on her hands, seductively and innocently, pushing out her rather large chest, her cleavage becoming more apparent, as is her black bra underneath.

|z| Poison |z|
" Yall must be very proud. "

Poison winks at Mental. Slowly she slides off of her desk, walking over to the bar area, Johnny turning on his chair to watch.

|z| Poison |z|
" Drink, looker? "

Johnny nods. Poison grins slowly, walking over to him with a glass in her hand, giving it to him. She takes a sip from her glass, walking towards the leather couch, her hips swaying seductively as she walks and simply hypnotizing to any man.

|z| Poison |z|
" I sent my best man after that title.. And after winning many battles to even be sure he was even worthy of gold; he lost to you... "

Taking a sip from her drink again, she stands in front of the fire, looking up at a blood smeared wall. Her chest slowly beating back and forth to her natural rythm.


|z| Poison |z|
" I’m sure any respectable man would be proud of himself, loosing to a man of such..."

She turns around, her eyes dragging over every single inch of this masterpieces frame. She grins, raising her eye brow slowly.

|z| Poison |z|
" Talent... "

Johnny looks over to her. Poison turns back to her wall, sliding two fingers across the blood, speaking as her eyes survey it’s every quality.

|z| Poison |z|
" .. Convict, obviously not respectable… Was extremely pissed off… “

She turns around, a sick smile spreading onto her beautiful face. So slowly and gracefully, she walks forward... Her hips swinging, her long raven hair teasing her alluring face as her eyes never leave those of Johnny's.


|z| Poison |z|
" Do you know how… happy… It makes me to know, how easy you made it look and how pathetic you made him feel?... Him feeling completely worthless… and nothing more then a dog, was the best feeling I’ve ever had….well, when it concerns him, anyways… "

Mental raises an eyebrow, slightly confused. Poison chuckles sinisterly, walking back to her desk.

|z| Poison |z|
"As I walked down to that ring, Mr Mental, to congratulate you on becoming our first World Champion… I didn’t pay him no mind. My eyes were locked onto you, I was smiling for you. He was confused… He was, dare I say, hurt… by the thought that after that battle I wouldn’t go down there and comfort him… He felt as much as a loser as he should have."

Johnny continues to drink his drink. Poison grins, sticking her tongue out, gently licking the blood from her fingers...

|z| Poison |z|
" That moment there, looker… The moment the officials hand hit that matt to end the match, I realized that you were capable of destroying him so simply and he was no beast at all. "

Poison takes a sip of her drink, reaching over her desk for her packet of cigs. Her knee resting upon her desk top, her skirt slowly riding over what little bit of thigh it’s covering, revealing the top of her stockings and the end of her suspenders. Grabbing the pack, she takes one out and lights it up, throwing the packet to The Prince of Insanity.

|z| Poison |z|
"…I gave him that nickname, but I couldn’t have been more wrong... "

Perching herself on the edge of her desk again, she takes a drag of her cigarette, blowing smoke into the air before her.

|z| Poison |z|
"He just loved the hype… He loved the feeling that he was unstoppable and that he was insane. "

She leans forward, making sure Johnny can see her cleavage as she slowly takes the packet of cigs from him and places the ashtray on his lap.

|z| Poison |z|
" But we all know you have him beat in that department… don’t we Johnny? "

The Manic Machiavellian looks the Champ up and down, biting her bottom lip softly..

|z| Poison |z|
" ‘So… Now I’m wondering what other departments you can top him in..."

She grins, continuing to bite her bottom lip lustfully, her eyes undressing mental.

|z| . Just remember what I said. |z|

[/b]

[MorningStar]

Leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, Mental flips open the pack and pulls out a slender cigarette. Hurling the pack onto the desk, he rummages in the pocket of his combats for a lighter, flicks the wheel quickly and draws hard on the flame. Eyes never leaving the bulging curves before him, his grin remains wide and knowing as he exhales slowly. For a moment he continues spinning the wheel on his lighter, sending sparks flying., then his slate grey eyes flicker upwards, meeting those sickening green orbs with a stare to match her own...

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
Y'know... I just can't figure you out, Poison...

Unfolding his legs, he pushes himself upright, his mesh shirt pulling tight against his chiselled frame, drawn taut by the belt around his waist. He glances down, allowing himself a flattering eyeful of cleavage. For a moment he stands there, staring lustfully, before tearing his eyes away and turning his back to her. Step by oh slow purposeful step, he heads towards the door...

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
What is this, Poison? I know you well enough, and I know it's not just because of this belt... you're not like those whore's out there who throw themselves on their back just because I'm carrying this... so what is it? Was it just because I beat that lapdog of yours into the ground? Because I stripped away his manhood, and left him broken, lost and without the object or desire? Or was it just because I made him scream? Well... I suppose it doesn't really matter. Either way...

He reaches out for the handle, pauses, then drops his hand an inch lower, twisting the locking mechanism and trapping them both within her office. With a malicious grin he turns his head, eyes alight and wild.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
We don't want to be disturbed, do we?

Spinning gracefully on the ball of his foot he srides back across the room, lifting his glass from its place on the arm of the chair without so much as breaking stride. Just before her he slows to a stop, his grin wide and confident as ever. Tilting his head almost mockingly, he raises his glass, then drains it, arching back with arm in the air. Releasing quickly, he leans forward, slamming the glass on the table beside her, bringing his body mere inches from hers. His hand rises as his head drops, leaning in towards her. Gently his finger traces the collar of her blouse, running down the plunging neckline. Further down it goes until it finally reaches the straining top button. With a simple flick of his finger he pops it, the blouse opening another inch.

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
I know what you want, Poison. I know exactly you want need... Pain...

The hand slides further, another button unfastening without almost a pause. So close now, his voice is low and husky, his warm breath brushing her neck...


<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
...Destruction...

Lower still his hand creeps until the final button gives way beneath his sensual hand, the blouse popping open to reveal the umblemished skin and bulging black bra beneath. his hand slides back up, a fingernail tracing up over the navel and stomach, between her breasts and up over her shoulder...

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
...Suffering...

He eases himself forward against her, pressing his chest against hers. His free hand slides behind her back, pulling her against him. His other hand continues its ascent, nimble fingers twisting in her hair, pullling hard and yanking her head back. His head snaps up, eyes consumed with the fires of lust, corners of his mouth upturned in a malicious smile as his slate grey eyes bore into hers...

<|?|> The MorningStar <|?|>
... And ecstasy. I can deliver on all these where your so called Beast failed, and will fail again. Believe it, Poison... I NEVER fail...

(All on You, Toots...)

["One Taste" Poison]

...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .Play into my hand, my little puppet. Everything from this point is pure deception. We do unto others, before they can do to us… And from this point.. The destruction begins..|z|


With a lustful whimper, Poison squirms under The Morningstar’s bitter touch.. She grins, biting her bottom lip, leaning forward. Her body presses hard against his, her chest gently caressing his masculine frame. She whispers softly, her luscious lips level with his ear.

|z| Poison |z|
" I was hoping you’d say that... "

She pulls her self quickly to the edge of the desk, her hot, sexy body pressing hard against the champs, her lips gently making their way down his neck.

Slowly she picks up the bottle of JD that sits beside her, lifting it up.. Leaning back slowly, she pours some into her mouth… then slowly pours it over her body. Her white shirt sticks to her body, her lace bra getting soaked as the delectable liquid trails over every curve and inch of her body slowly. Poison smiles, leaning her head back, her long black hair brushing against her bare lower back..

Johnny puts his hands on Poisons petite hips, pulling her body harder against his, their bodies pulsing with adrenaline; every last heart beat countable, as they share this moment together.

He leans his head in closer, slowly trailing the tip of his soft tongue against her collar bone, tasting both the spirit and Poisons lust in the same mouthful. Grinning evilly, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting Poisons as slowly licks her top lip, her silver tongue stud glimmering in the light of the room. Johnny smiles sinisterly, eyes edging over every burning, passionate, dripping part of this Enchanting Sirens body. Poison grins, noticing the lust filling up within Mental’s eyes.

Grinning evilly, she slowly slides her hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down hard into a slowly painful, passionate kiss. Her warm, wet, pierced tongue sliding over his gently, teasing it softly… Slowly, her fingertips edge their way down his body, caressing it’s every inch, every muscle and heart beat which grace his spectacular body filling her head with even more lust then before. Sending his nerves into a frenzy, her gentle fingertips edge their way down his body, taking her time, knowing damn well it’s sending this man crazy. Slowly, they trace his zipper, feeling every last piece of metal sting her soft fingertips as she bites his bottom lip sensually. Johnny takes in a harsh breath as he pulls away from the kiss, grinning slyly as the devil before her.

Poison raises an eyebrow, in an almost challenging fashion as she slowly tears down his zipper. Her pale hand with black nails gently finds it’s way his belt… She strokes it gently; looking up at the Champ as she slowly unfastens it, placing it neatly on her desk beside her. Sliding her hand gently under his mesh shirt, she grins, biting her luscious red lip gently, unfastening the button on his combats.


|z| .Play Me. |z|

[/b]