Thread: Turf War  ~Psychoteddy and Nightmaregoddess~

Delila drowned herself in the beat of her newest club, Sins Line. Of course the beat had changed since she moved in. It had been a metal club before, but she had renovated it and transformed it into a vibrant rave joint. Her whole body swayed and popped as the intense trancetechno music vibrated it's way through her soul. She had her own VIP booth, but she preferred the dance floor, the strobing lights, the dancing lasers, and the writhing bodies of the club patrons wrought havoc on her senses and gave her near orgasmic pleasure. She really had to thank her minions for taking this district, Sins Line had amazing acoustics, and there were nearly a dozen brothels for her to toy around with. She couldn't remember the name of the gang that ran it before, it didn't matter really. It was hers now, and once her Jack O's, Reapers, and Iron Hooves dug in there was no rooting them out. She simply enjoyed the ambiance, bouncing and grinding against the clientle, casually searching for a 'partner' to enjoy after she was through dancing. A barely audible shout caught her attention. One of her lieutenants was calling her out. She swore to herself and wove through the crowd, her inhuman grace carried her past them like water through a sieve. What is it Bol? I was enjoying myself. She said as she passed her Iron Hoove second in command, and headed for her private booth, which was a balcony hanging over the stage. The balcony was piled two to three feet high in all places with pillows and cushions, so she could lounge wherever she wanted. She dropped into a thick pile and turned to her liuetenant, taking a moment to admire his splendid form. Her Iron Hooves were all Horse demons. Their bodies were vaguely humanoid, save for thick, powerful calves that ended in large hooves and their heads, which looked exactly like a mortal horse's, save for glowing eyes and a much longer mane. His whole body was shredded with powerful muscles, and a large bulge of fur was all that hid the thick phallus that lay beneath. So? What's so important? She asked, laying back and stretching out. The Reaper scouts have some interesting news M'lady. The leader of the gang that owned this district....she has been sighted. Somehow she slipped by the Reapers when they tried to catch her. Delila yawned. You are boring me Bol. Send the Jack O's to kill her. Bol clicked his tongue in what she believed was a irritated manner. Well then let me interest you. The backdoor bouncers were just found beaten senseless, both Jack O's. That got Delila's attention. Not many people can take out two Jack O's without making a commotion. I would say it's safe to assume that the woman is here, possibly looking to assassinate you. Delila laughed. As though it were that easy. So few people could take her that in all reality her gang was mostly so she didn't have to do anything. Perfect! She sat upright quickly and wiggled her way over to Bol. She hugged his waist and petted his sides. What does she look like? She practically purred as her fingers danced over his muscles. U...um.....we don't have...a definite description. But we know she...has red hair...and looks quite young for her skill... Delila bit her lip and curled her fingers into his crotch hair, wrapping her fingers around his testicles. They were heavy and had a pleasant smell, she new this quite well. Excellent Bol. I knew there was a reason I keep you around....go and watch the floor for me... She gave him a playful squeeze. I will let you know when I find her.....then I want you to invite her up.....and Bol? Y...yes....my lady.... She smiled at him, then squeezed his left testicle just firm enough to draw a grunt from him. Don't ever click your tongue like that at me again....kay? She let him go and he backed away. Yes....yes my lady.... She turned away from him and scooted to the rail of her balcony, and started sifting through the minds of her guests....searching for a very special guest indeed....