Thread: The Master and The Student  (Romance / BDSM) (Pazzo x LingeringDesire)

Jackson considered her words... His mind quickly working... She is fishing... The Master thought to himself... She wants to get you alone, and to ask questions she would normally not ask in front of normal people... That means she is interested. She wouldn't have made that suggestion otherwise... The professional thought quickly, and offered his arm to Dash, and then addressed the group directly... Guys, We will meet you at the rides in about an hour. Dash and I will be at the games... He smiled and nodded his head, and then Led the beautiful woman out into the night carnival air. The gaming section of the fair was well lit, with many string of multicolored lights going everywhere high up across the street between buildings, and many sounds of merriment could be heard. many people where here to try their luck, wanting to win a prize for either themselves or someone they were with... Jack was no different, and he smiled. He passed many stalls. Many criers challenged him as he walked, taunting him to try their luck... One of them stood out among all of the others... It was a dunking booth, but not the standard issue bench that would dunk a clown into a tub of water. It was a raised platform, about 5 feet x5 feet square. The booth was rimmed with large industrial speakers blaring out this song. Upon the platform was a rather comical looking character. It was a masked man dancing in a very taunting way to the audience, He was wearing combat boots combined with camouflaged shorts and a black shirt with the punisher logo stamped across the front of it. His mask was a joining of a comical harlequin and a macabre sadist. It was elongated, with half of it painted white, and the other half painted black. The mouth was turned into a cruel smile, filled with pointed teeth. He aggressively moved to the beat of the music, and using a non powered megaphone taunted the crowd that he had yet to be dunked... Stretched across the play area were many tight ropes. Each one with many stuffed animals, a few plush masks not unlike what the dancer was wearing, and numerous other prizes hanging from them... The dancer saw Jackson and Dash walking together, and immediately began flashing at them with an oversized flashlight to get their attention... Hey! You! With the pretty lady! the dancer hoarsely yelled at him through the hollow cone. ... How accurate are you feeling today?! Come impress her with your pitching skills! Win her a prize! Only a buck!!! This guy was apparently making a killing. His attendant was a charming woman in a venetian styled mask and a tricorn hat... her cash box looked to be almost full... Jackson decided to add to it... Jack smiled, and whispered into Dash's ear Alright, this looks interesting, and I think our friend up there looks a little bit too dry... He smirked... Jackson handed he attendant a dollar bill, and in return she handed him 3 baseballs... The dancing figure up on the raised platform thrust his megaphone up into the air, Alright ladies and gentlemen! Check out Mr. Lucky here!... I bet I am still dry after all of this! Whaddayasay folks?! The crowd laughed, and cheered Jackson on. Jackson did not hear them however, and everything became deathly quiet for him... Color faded from his surroundings, and time seemed to slow as his trained mind entered a controlled state of advanced consciousness. He took in a deep breath, and felt the air cool his lungs... Jackson saw the baseball sized red dot about twenty five steps away... He felt the well worn cowhide of the baseball in his hand, and the texture of the red stitching against his palm. He looked up, slowly, and centered himself. He focused himself, and on the target. He perceived everything around him in slow motion... But it was actually his mind working in a quick and efficient manner, a sort of mental overdrive if you will... He wound up, and willed his shoulder and arm to contract, sending all of his energy into the ball, sending it speeding to its target. He felt the baseball roll off of his middle and pointer fingers... Once it was out of his grasp, the world's speed returned to normal, and the baseball sped toward its target, smashing into the red metal dot, and disengaging the safety's that held the platform in place. In one fluid motion, one side of the platform dropped, and the dancing figure fell into the large tub of water, creating a huge splash. The sound system then blared a victory sound, and many flashing lights around the structure went off... The platform automatically raised itself back into position. After a few moments of treading water and swearing, the masked dancer rolled over the side of the tub and out onto the ground, utterly drenched, He walked around the platform and climbed up to it via a ladder to dance on the platform some more... Lucky Shot Mr Lucky!!!! the masked man yelled to Jackson... Well done The masked woman murmured to Jackson, obviously smiling behind her mask. She gestured behind her to the prize ropes, Choose one she said. Jackson looked to Dash, offered her a grin, and his eyes flashed. He murmured You heard the lady, pick your poison...