Thread: A Tangled Web -- (Asylum and the_gladiator)

- Ophelia sat, not at Gunther's side but squarely in his lap. He wouldn't have it any other way. She couldn't begin to describe how much she actually loathed the man she entertained. He was possessive. Extremely so, though that wasn't why she hated him. He was dirty. A criminal beneath the surface, hiding beneath legalities and carefully constructed lies. He was every thing she wasn't. He currently had his hands all over her. Claiming her and as always, making that fact blatantly clear to everyone in attendance. It was worse when he'd been drinking. She'd come to tolerate it only barely, enough to keep the front up. She knew it was only a matter of time before the drink would wear him into slumber. A boisterous round of laughter came from the great Lord Gunther, his large calloused paw clapped against her thigh. She merely tossed her head back slightly, chocolate curls tumbling over her shoulders, dancing almost in time with the music along her arms as a soft laugh of her own slid up the slender column of her throat and danced off of her plush lips. As the laughter died around them, he captured her blushed cheeks and crushed his lips against hers before he started into another round of story telling or whatever the hell he was doing. Truthfully, she was barely paying attention. She'd heard it all before, more than once. As had the others but no one had the stones to check the leader on this. They all merely listened and let him go on. After a moment of the verbal torture, she patted him softly on the chest, flashed him a brilliant smile and leaning forward just enough to let those barely covered, full, silken globes of flesh press against the expanse of his barreled chest.- Gun, darling. -her voice dripped from her tongue like sweet honey from the comb, enticing the listener and drawing the Lord's attention solely to her. His eyes drooping softly already, she seemed to cast an even greater spell upon him when she spoke- Our boys have already heard this one. They've all had a long day and look just as tired as you, perhaps we should spare them the tale this time and get you off to bed, hmm? -had anyone else had the nerve to even approach him as such, there would have been an explosion, a reprimand so fierce it would shake the very foundations but coming from her, his Queen as he called her, it received a glazed, puppy eyed look and a slow, drunken nod. He patted the curve of her ass just beneath her hip and chuckled loudly as he stood. Lowering her feet to the floor, she stood with him, an arm circling around his back to keep him steady on his feet.- My Queen demands my attentions in the bedroom and who am I to deny her? -his meaty hand rose into the air regally, his implied tone and words turned her stomach. She only hoped that the liquor he'd consumed would drag him into sleep sooner rather than later. Save her from another night of having to fake it with him, save her from another night of him actually passing out atop her. Together they turned, he thinking he was leading her when in reality, she was leading him, tugging gently as he nearly collided with several others in their path. She would find him groping her the entire way back to their quarters, she gritting her teeth with each. By the time they reached their destination, his grip had lessened. He was tiring and quickly. His whispered innuendos began to slur, horribly. When they reached the bed, he fell onto it. An arm splaying across it's expanse, one foot still resting on the floor. She stared down at him with disgust as an angry buzz saw of a snore echoed through the room. She sighed and bent, lifting and tossing his still booted foot up on to the bed with the other. He was out like a light and taking up most of the bed. If she'd wanted to lay down next to him, she wouldn't have been able to. Not that she cared though. Leaving him as he was, she turned on her petite heels and stalked from the room and back out into the corridor that housed not only theirs but a few other quarters as well. Lights and music drifted from the far end of the corridor but she had no intention of heading back that way. No. She had a phone call to make. Brice had been a wealth of information. He'd been all to eager to share a little pillow talk, especially when she'd followed through with all the promises her lips and everything else spoke of. She'd left him sated and with a few more bits of Intel to give to her superiors. Now was her chance to pass the information along, while everyone was pre-occupied with the party still under way. She slipped down the darkened tunnel into the quieter bowels of the station and put the call through to the agency, pacing softly in the pitch as she waited for them to answer.-