Let's Play!

Victoria slowly drifted over to set aside Lot ( as she didn't take up much room), resting her head upon his shoulder.



" Lot darling, I'm much more interested in rummaging through your liquor cabinet, may I?"



She purred faintly in his ear, resting to him.

Lot cast Elizabeth a sideways glance.



"You make it sound like screaming and anarchy are a bland, everyday occurrence." And that's what it was as everyone else was up and scrambling around, trying to figure out what was going on. Lot's eyes drifted to the door as Anna stumbled in from the hallway, white as a sheet. He sighed. "Only if you pour something strong for me too." I'm going to need it. The black-headed girl was shrieking at the top of her lungs.



"THERE IS A THING! I SAW IT! IT... IT WAS GOING TO KILL ME! RIGHT THERE IN THE BASEMENT WITH ITS BEADY LITTLE EYES STARING AT ME..." Of course, this was only causing the others to panic significantly more. Lot sighed, knowing that he should probably do something.

Victoria glanced to her master, smiling and kissing him lightly on the cheek while people were busy being freaked, heading towards the cabinet and mixing first her pomegranate martini on the rocks ( Which is AMAZING) and the making her master's a bit stiffer drink *Insert your favorite choice here, as their are alot*, walking over and handing him his glass with ease, placing herself back at his side. ... women kind of unimportant.

Lot downed the whole glass - yes, glass, not a shot - of Johnnie Walker Black, leaving an ice cube and only a drop or two of the whiskey. He sat there for a minute before giving a slight grin to Elizabeth and handing her the empty cup.



((I would like to point out that this glass isn't like one of the taller ones. It's one of the short little fat ones.))



The man stood up, cleared his throat and spoke quite loudly.



"WOULD YOU ALL JUST GET A GRIP?!" It served its purpose as everyone stopped screaming, just kind of freezing. Lot took the moment to afford a winning smile.



"Now... Anna, what happened." She, however, had not quite run out of frenzy.



"There was a... a thing. Downstairs. And it was... staring at me." Lot laughed as though she were merely a child afraid of the boogeyman in the closet.



"First, I would like to comment that it is terribly rude to intrude on your host's personal space, my dear. Next, there are a lot of 'things' in my basement. It is rather dark and I am refurbishing a bit. I wouldn't doubt if you saw some of the little dolls I found last week. Perhaps you even accidentally knocked one over." The woman shook her head vehemently, despite his cool and sweet tone.



"No. No. No. No. It wasn't. I saw..." Lot clicked his tongue.



"Now, now." He stepped forward to her, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "Oh my. You feel warm to me. Does my hand feel cool to you?" The girl seemed disoriented.



"Wha...? Yes, but that doesn't matter. There is a thing.... a creature." Lot sighed softly, cutting in easily.



"There is nothing in my basement except for some old heirlooms. I go down there all the time, so I am sure I would have noticed. Come now, you aren't looking very well. I think it would be wise to go see a doctor." The girl just kept shaking her head and Lot looked pointedly at a set of his guests, who dutifully escorted Anna out. "I am so sorry, to have to ask but... Due to the circumstances, I'm afraid out meeting will have to be cut short."

Politely, Victoria escorted the rest of the guests out, bidding them goodnight, shutting the door as the last one left. Smiling, a bit devilishly at her master, she walked over and stood before him, returning to sip at her drink. Not saying a word, looks clear enough as she casually drank, looking him over.

Lot just looked at her for a minute.



"Gah! I hate them all." He rubbed the bridge of nose and then swiped up the HIGHBALL GLASS and stalked off to pour himself another.

" noticed you laid claim to me. Thank you."



Victoria purred softly, following him.



" I don't like that pea flinger."



she informed him simply, watching him as she moved to kissing him softly.



" Sorry if I have caused issues with her for you though, master."

Lot gave her a brief kiss, tasting the fruity concoction on her lips and then pulling away so that he could drink some more.



"No, no problems. I just told you. I hate them all."

" Well, I was there, and I'm still here. So, no worries. I'm forever at your whim, my master."



Victoria purred softly, watching him drink, smiling softly.



" I'll warn you, alcohol is not nice to me though, it makes me worse then a walking flirt machine..."



She said, already getting minorly giggly.

Lot swirled his drink, watching the ice go around and around before he took another swig of the fiery liquid. He didn't even bother to look up at her.



"If you don't want that, then you should probably stop drinking. Me, however..." He finished off the glass. "...alcohol could do a little more and I wouldn't argue." And he poured another glass.

" Well, I need to know whether it's worth it to drink or not. I mean, if it would be put to use, fine. If not, I'll stop while I'm mellowed, but not over whelmed by other things..."



Because, for some reason, she didn't see her master liking her sleeping with someone else because she was drunk and horny.

Lot downed yet another glass, leaving just about one more left in the bottle. That was one thing he missed. He missed how good just a little bit of alcohol felt. Now it was the only thing he ever put into himself... well, other than the necessary. And he had to put a lot for just a little return. And he hated the day after - loathed it. But then again that came from the whole not being about to digest food thing.



"Have you been trying to plan this? Drink a lot so you can say that you did once? If that's what you're after then you're about to get lucky. Just skip the alcohol." He put down the bottle and stepped closer, apparently not as temperant as before*.



((*edit for typo))

Victoria looked over, shaking her head.



" No, I've wanted to leap on you for a while, master. Alcohol makes it worse. I've been in alot of trouble from getting drunk.... Managed to control myself then, I wouldn't if I could help it now."



she informed him, setting her glass down and moving to her master without hesitation, kissing him again lightly.

Lot wasn't quite so gentle with his kisses. There was a sense of... almost a hunger or wildness to them. Whether he was venting frustration, or showing true colors, or something else, that was what ruled him now. In the back of his mind, however, he did note how strange her drink tasted against the aftertaste of his own.

Without thought she shifted where she stood, letting her master come at her as he wished, holding to him as she felt the force behind his kisses, carefully kicking off her shoes. carefully her hands worked over his shirt now, undoing and removing it with ease.

Lot's hands pulled back the memory of motion, and they easily found the zipper hidden in the crease on his pet's side, loosing it easily. He kicked off his own shoes as he stepped forward again. There was little choice Elizabeth but to step back.

Stepping back, feeling her back brush against the cool wall, she wormed slightly to give herself breathing room, kissing down her master's neck as her hands fiddled with the rest of his clothing, currently wondering if this was possible to do, while standing...

It seemed that Lot was intent on proving so as he slipped off the rest of hers. Either that or he was too impatient to walk across the room to the couch



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Panting slightly as she now rested to her master after the deed was done, Victoria didn't move as she let him support her weight, eyes half closed as her mind and heart were racing.

Lot held her with 'surprising' ease, his own chest rising and falling more rapidly than before. After a minute or so, the man stepped a few steps backward and plopped into the chair, taking the girl still in his lap. He half-shut his eyes and let his head rest back against the back of the chair, though his he never let go of her.

After a few moments, Victoria smiled as she moved in her master's arms, kissing him softly, nestling down tight to him.



" Not too tired master?"



she fished softly, eyes wondering up to him, still panting slightly, reaching for her glass and sipping at it slowly.

Lot picked up the bottle this time and took a swig straight from it before flashing an almost evil grin.



"Never." Once you get in that gutter, it is awfully hard to climb out.

Smiling charmingly back up at him, she nestled in his arms, sipping at her drink, letting her heart rate calm down, biting her lip now and again as she openly looked him over, alcohol starting to take some hold as she casually informed him how he actually looked hot.

Lot gave another laugh, his own body relaxing some as he finished off the bottle. Thank goodness.



"I try."

Victoria smiled at him, eyes sparkling with mischief now, fingers starting to slowly tease him.



" Oh, I know. I'd like to try again.... and again."



She purred, setting down her empty glass.

Lot seemed quite content with the idea as his hands ran over Elizabeth.



"You artist types - have to get it just right." Would you like a little mustard with your horndog?

" Oh, it's so much more fun that way."



she replied, moving to kiss at his neck and chest, fingers continuing to play over him ( I'm sparing certain details for you.) .

Lot liked it.



((So am I.))



And he liked it for quite some time.

*Ahem approximately 4 hours or more later*



Smiling, covered in sweat, looking to her master, chest still rising and falling rapidly, she moved to nestle tight to him.



" Pringles. Pringles... Once you pop... you just can't stop."

Lot looked at her through heavily lidded eyes and just laughed.



"Yes you can. Sleep. Food." His eyes drifted away to a very large rip in the couch. Huh. Oops?

" ... Alright, but perhaps we should move to a bed?"



She asked softly, kissing lightly at his neck... She'd wanted to suggest his bed, but she thought that might be crossing some invisible line. she'd enter his bed when he was ready for that. If ever.

Lot groaned as though told he need to do chores or something.



"Fine. Fine. You go eat something. Maybe pick a bed. I'll just stay here."

" I'm not leaving your arms unless their coming with me, so couch it is."



She replied simply, nestling down closer, eyes closing.

Lot's breathing was already slowing.



"Isn't someone indecisive?" It was soft though, as he started to drift off.

"Only when it comes to you."



she informed him softly, eyes closing as she drifted off.

~~



When Lot woke up, it was with a yawn and a stretch. He glanced down at the girl on his chest, ignoring it and sliding out from underneath her. His eyes brushed over the stray clothes and slight damage to the furniture, but he just left the mess there as he walked off towards a bathroom.

Feeling her master move, Victoria stirred as he slid from her, a look of sleepy confusion on her face as he left her. Brain fighting to understand, Victoria fussed to herself for a bit before wondering to her room, cleaning up and then crawling right back into her bed, pulling out her newer painting and sighing inwardly. He really was messing her head up pretty damned well. The attachments sex could bring out in a woman. ..... The loyalty.... he had her a more devoted pet/ now, then ever.

After nearly falling asleep standing up in his hot shower, Lot came out. He had barely yanked on a pair of boxers before crashing on his bed (sideways and all). The helicopter was still strewn out carelessly on the floor. Yup. This pet thing entailed a lot more than he remembered.



Ilford crawled out from under Elizabeth's bed with a curious expression.

Victoria looked down at her little friend, smiling kind of oddly.



" Since you can't talk. I'd like you to know, your owner is a manipulating weirdo who is either inconsiderate, or in denial."

Ilford stretched his body up, climbing right into bed with her and coiling up. The look that he gave her was almost human. It seemed questioning. It seemed to almost say 'or both'?