Age of Destruction [Sam][M]

[tanya saoirse holden]

Tanya Holden was damn well near numbed inside and out, her master had allowed her for her own sanity and his a night out. She had discovered something that had upset her greatly and though her master Allan was as tough as nails at the best of times, he was also kind and respectful of her because she was always truthful to him. He had never once attempted to force himself on her, understanding that she was in love and wanted more than anything for only Leo to be the guy to touch her.

Of course that was when she had believed Leo to be a slave, a gentle kind, caring slave who loved her in return. Yet daily she had heard so many things about him. At first she denied them, thinking they surely couldn't be about the same guy. There had to be another Leo Bailey but there wasn't. His entire story about having the same owner had been all bullshit, a means to get her to his house and into her panties. Well it had worked, big fool that she was had fallen hook line and sinker. Her head throbbed as she walked into Crush.

She didn't normally go but her morose face about Allan's home was not wanted, so he had sent her out to have a few drinks. Tanya went of course but having never drank anything alcoholic before wasn't sure if she should even start now with the condition her head was in. Yet once at the bar, she asked for a beer. Waiting to see if they would card her, she was amazed instead to find the bottle slammed down in front of her. She paid, eying he bottle for a moment before drinking straight from the neck.

The taste displeased her greatly but right now she wanted to find herself at the end of a bottle. Her heart felt bitter, torn, battered and bruised. She had never given it up so easily, had never given her heart before and now as she drank the cold beer swore she never would again. Leo Bailey had hurt her and hurt her badly. Propping up the bar was not her plan for the night either though, so taking her bottle she weaved her way nearer the dancefloor, placed it on a nearby table and headed out to dance herself silly.

[samuel julian o’malley]

Sam had decided to take the night of from study and go to crush the local nightclub. Sam texted his friends to see if they wanted to come but they returned with a no saying that they had other things to do, which was a shame too though that didn’t stop Sam for he was always ready for a drinking session at crush. Grabbing his keys after he had a quick shower and a change of cloths, Sam found his wallet and made his way out of his dorm ready for the night ahead whatever it may bring though he knew something would happen, with Sam there always was something.

The trip on his bike didn’t take that long except that he stopped at McDonalds so he could have a bite to eat. Experience had told Sam one thing, food before drinking did wonders and water helped at the end of the night as well. All this added to not having a sore head in the mornings though it took Sam a bit to figure this one out and then there were night where he couldn’t give a darn about the headaches in the mornings sometimes he just wanted to forget the week before. Getting back on his bike after his food stop Sam roared down the road, he was cruising downtown now he smiled as he saw crush up ahead.

Sam turned the corner and parked a block away from crush. It didn’t take him long to get to the front door. Sam showed his Id to the bouncer and he was allowed in. Sam made his way towards the bar and ordered himself a glass of vodka and orange to start the night off. Sam knew that he would have to come back in the morning to retrieve his bike. After sculling the drink down Sam placed the empty glass on the bar and made his way out to the dance floor. Sam looked around there were a couple of eighteen year old dancing together and then a twenty one year old. Sam was checking out the potential, his eyes soon laid upon a girl dancing by herself with a bottle in her hand. Walking up to her Sam smiled. “May I have this dance?” Sam asked her.

[tanya saoirse holden]

She hadn't bothered to dress up, wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a black ti-shirt with a little Japanese girl on it and the logo, 'you're just my type' emblazoned in loud red lettering. She could careless that it might give off the wrong signals. It wasn't like anyone would even flirt with her anyhow. Tanya was always a non entity, no one noticed her.
She wished now that Leo certainly hadn't. Feeling the pain shoot through the organ formerly known as her heart, she swallowed another mouth full of beer.

Her copper toned hair bobbed about her back as she danced away, raising a hand here, swaying her hips there. She seriously could careless that she was dancing on her own. When a voice spoke asking her to dance. Tanya stopped suddenly and looked at the boy. The young man, he was definitely older than her. She couldn't even speak, not trusting herself too at that moment. Nodding her head she glanced about her wondering if this was some kind of joke but no one knew about herself and Leo, Leonardo or whatever he called himself these days.

"Sure" she finally agreed not knowing why other than the company would probably do her the world of good right now. The music changed again slightly slower with still with a decent beat to it. Bump and grind time was alive and well in Crush. Her eyes looked horrified as other couples began gyrating so close you'd think they were having sex on the dance floor. About to put her bottle down again or walk away she looked at the guy.
"Music changed, so.. thanks anyway" surely he didn't expect her to dance to this, with him.

[samuel julian o’malley]

Sam looked back at the girl he looked down at the shirt the girl was wearing, he grinned at it. Well Sam liked the girl already well he liked every girl, he smiled at that very thought as he continued to look back at the girl wondering what her name was or if she was a slave or mistress. Sometimes you can spot the difference between them by just looking at the girl but this one looked innocent enough maybe even a virgin he didn’t know for sure. Sam had been waiting for what it seemed forever until the girl spoke. Sam smiled as she said sure, he stepped closer towards her so he could dance with the girl. Sam was a good dancer not great as some people were but he could hold his own, his skills were meant to be elsewhere.

Suddenly however the music changed to a slow tune but it still had a beat to it, though Sam didn’t have a problem with the music change the girl seemed to have a problem with it. Sam watched as everyone was dancing to the new change of the music though the girl had decided not to dance with him and began to walk away. Sam turned back towards the girl and looked at her for a moment or two. “Hey wait.” Sam said to her. Sam approached the girl and smiled back at her. “What’s up? Why did you chance you’re mind?” Sam asked her hopping that she would answer back.

[tanya saoirse holden]

With the change of music came a change in her mood, her soul. No longer did she feel quite so confident that what she wanted to do would work. Could she really blot Leo from her heart? Could she really have a few drinks and forget him so easily? She didn't know, especially as she had never drank before. Tanya sighed heavily looking up at the boy before her. He wanted to know the answer to something she wasn't even sure she had the answer too. Why had she changed her mind? What could she tell him, that she was so madly in love with another guy that every other boy paled in comparison? Could she tell him that this guy had been so perfect in her mind, heart and soul right up until earlier that day when she had finally begun to let all the rumors that circulated into her consciousness.

Tanya looked at him, he was handsome and most likely a master. The little beer she had made her brave, made her react and behave unlike she would usually do so.
"The music changed so I thought you would have changed your mind" her voice was matter of fact, not knowing how to be coy, how to be shy and demur, "you still want to dance!?"

It was a statement trapped in a sentence, whatever possessed her to put her bottle down and take his hand was beyond her but she did. Guiding him back to the dance floor where her body melded with the music. Swayed seductively so that half the guys dancing close by turned to take notice, ignoring the girls they were with. Even if the girls were scantily clad it mattered not, Tanya was dancing as if she were inciting some hormonal erotic dance, every boy in the night club was her willing slave at that moment and she was completely unaware.

[samuel julian o’malley]

Sam wondered what was going through the girls head at the moment but he didn’t want to ruin his chance but then something in his mind bugged him to want to know the reason why the girl was being like this and thus he kept on looking back at her waiting for the answer of his previous question. Sam just looked back he wasn’t going to leave the girls sight for the moment though if she wanted him to leave then he would though that plan worked out in theory when he had a few more drinks it would probably change in a blink of an eye.

Finally he listened to the girl speak it seemed like forever till the girl spoke. “Yeah I still want to dance with you. I asked you first didn’t i?” Sam asked the girl. Girls were frustrating sometimes he could easily sway a girl into sex though there were a few girls that didn’t want to have sex with Sam and he couldn’t imagine why, Sam loved sex he thought that maybe he was addicted to it. Sam looked on as he watched the girl guide him back to the dance floor once more, he smiled happy that she changed her mind. Sam placed his hands on the girl’s sides so he could sway with her to the music. Sam continued to dance with the girl he smiled at her a couple of times before he deiced to introduce himself to her. “So what’s you’re name?” Sam asked her as he kept on dancing with the girl.

[tanya saoirse holden]

Tanya turned around as he danced with her, enjoying the feel of his hands on her sides. She rotated slowly so that her back was too him, pressing herself back against him and tilting her head to his shoulder. It was then she noticed the looks from the other boys milling about the dance floor and a thought occurred to her. She wasn't sure if she could implement it but the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do it. If Leo or Leonardo whoever
he was could pretend to be a slave then why couldn't she pretend to be a mistress. The guy didn't know her, he certainly hadn't a clue of her name or anything and the way she was being stared at made it almost viable.

She had always been the one people walked past, the one people just didn't see so she was amazed by this decided difference. Moving her face just a fraction so that it was close by his she told him her name or a variant of her name at least, much like what Leonardo had done to her. Well if it was good enough for the gander it was certainly so for the goose.

"Anya, my name is Anya" turning herself around once more she let her arms trail around his neck, not sure where she was
taking this or how far she was willing to go, all she did know was that she needed to wipe Leo from her heart and mind. He was everywhere, relentlessly pursuing her dreams and thoughts. Without thinking the consequences through her mouth brushed against Sam's. Soft and yielding against his mouth as if she was a well practiced kisser when she had basically only kissed one other guy.

[samuel julian o’malley]

Sam was wondering what was going through this girls mind right now, she was going through a couple of mood swings first she wanted to dance then she didn’t want to dance and now she does want to dance. Sam just couldn’t understand this girl, not one bit but one thing was certain the girl was pretty. Sam watched as the girl rotated herself slowly so her back was too him, he didn’t mind this position hell he didn’t mind at all. Sam just fell silent as he waited for the girl to say her name to him though of course he wasn’t worried about the girl’s name he only asked so he could make some small talk with her and having a name was a plus it meant that you could move on the conversation not only that he would know her when he met her again, well if he meets her again.

Sam continued to dance with the girl, he kept his hands on her sides as he moved to the music, he smiled when he noticed the locks of the other boys. Sam just glared back at them as he gave them all the look of she’s all mine so you better back of’. Sam thought insanity that this girl was a mistress because a slave wouldn’t possibly be out here on the dance floor dancing so erotic like this girl was right now.

Sam thought to himself that he had to step up a little bit if he was dealing with a mistress and sometimes mistress were a little bit harder to get sex from than slaves. Finally the girl spoke and revealed her name to be Anya. Sam smiled at her as she turned around again, feeling her arms trail around his neck Sam looked down and smiled. “Nice name Anya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Sam replied to Anya.

[tanya saoirse holden]

Tanya did not know where her nerve came from as her lips continued to move over his. She clearly remembered the touch of Leo's lips on hers, how his tongue tangled with hers and how amazing it felt. She wanted to erase that memory, felt she needed too. How his hands touched her and how she had learnt to pleasure him. All had to be wiped from her body and soul so that she could survive the heartache he had caused her. How could he tell her he loved her and yet be lying to her so callously?

She would never understand boys, never wanted to any more. Her hands tightened around him as her body pressed closer to his. She had not nearly enough to drink yet which was a damn shame, because she seriously didn't think she could do this without some kind of enibriation. Her body pressed closer to his, so now he could quite clearly feel her perfectly round breasts pressed against him. Her mouth was hungrier now for more of him, her tongue dipping inside his mouth and playing with his own.

All her actions screamed that she was a mistress, how or why would any slave behave so wantonly in public. The thought that Allan might be a round startled her for all of two minutes but Crush was hardly a place he would frequent. Pulling back from Sam she smiled up at him and walked away, straight up to the bar and ordered herself a tequila. She had never had one before but she had heard plenty that it was supposed to be mind blowing and that for sure was what she needed. Knocking it back after paying the bar tender she slammed the empty glass down on the counter. Ordering another bottle of beer she turned to look at the dancefloor and smiled at the figure approaching her.

She did not see the bar tender putting her open topped beer on the counter, not did she see another hand reaching over and spiking her drink. Reaching back her hand she picked up the beer and knocked some of the cool liquid down her parched throat, before raising it as if in a toast to Sam when he came near her.

"I fancied a drink" she grinned, "you looked good out there on your own."

[samuel julian o’malley]

Sam was trying to figure out the girl, she was so a mistress he could tell a slave wouldn’t be out here throwing herself onto the dance floor. A slave would be tending his or her master a mistress now not here dancing the night away. All these and more gave Sam the idea that Anya was a mistress which was great it meant that he could have some fun maybe the girl had some slaves for them to have fun with. Sam hadn’t lied to the girl if she wanted to know he would tell her that he was in fact a master but she had never asked and Sam never asked her that question but he could tell that she was a mistress without asking her. Sam kissed her as her lips came to his own.

Maybe he could get the girl to come back to his dorm for some fun hell he needed some fun even though he had slaves he was giving them a break tonight, they could do whatever they wanted really he didn’t care but if they dated or break any of his rules that he had placed he would punish them without question, his two slaves knew what he wanted from them.

Sam felt her hands tightened around him and her body pressed against his own, tonight was going to be good he knew it already. Sam could feel Anya’s breasts against him as he kissed her back the girl was fun. Sam looked back at her as she pulled back from him, smiling he wondered what was up again. Sam however watched as Anya got herself a drink well two drinks really. “Vodka and orange thanks.” Sam ordered. Sam skulled it down and ordered himself a beer like Anya had done. Sam returned to the dance floor and waited for Anya. “Same here.” Sam replied to Anya.

[tanya saoirse holden]

She wondered had she gone too far, should she just turn around and leave now while she still had some semblance of pride within her but she was a slave and what right did any slave have to owning any pride? Her thoughts went momentarily to Leo and she fumed, saw red and downed more of her drink before following him out to the dance floor.

Her body writhed and contorted like a primal yet graceful Valkyrie dancing to some ancient tribal beat. Every male eye in the nightclub stopped to watch her, her hips swaying and her perfect pert ass sashaying to each beat. Her eyes seemed almost hypnotic as she moved closer to Samuel, placing a hand on his hip and sliding it around to the back pocket of his jeans, as she moved closer and closer to him. Her body pressed against his, Tanya could feel every inch of him. Her mind seemed a little fuzzy at that point, she felt buoyant, free and unbelievable erotic yet did not have enough experience to do anything with these feelings of hers. Unintentionally her hips swayed slowly so that her clothed mound rubbed against his groin. Her lips hovered over his but her eyes stared straight into him; seeing yet not seeing him at the same time.

"Get me out of here" she whispered before she bit her lower lip, a nano second passed as her eyes now watched his mouth and then unable to stop the tidal wave that was washing over her she kissed him hungrily.

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