James let himself be pulled into the back rooms of the Club, the woman in front of him, Miranda, gleefully tossing aside her shirt as she did so. "So, Linda is cool with us having fun between shows," she repeated what she said earlier. "As long as we clean up after ourselves," she spun and winked at him.

He smirked back at her, putting his hands around her waist and pulling her close. She accepted his draw, and put her arms around him, kissing him. After coming up for air, she leaned back just little to speak properly. "So, ready to prove you're as good as you say you are?"

"You know it," James smirked, letting Miranda go. She stepped away from him and started to bundle her hair up behind her head as she headed further into the storage area. She stopped in front of a cabinet that looked like any regular place to store things and pulled out two drawers.

In them were knives of all shapes and sizes. "So I'm told that the green handles are 'safe'," she said, holding one up and flipping it in the air. "They'll go in, but they won't hurt." She set it down and pulled one out of the other drawer. "The red ones are there to hurt," she examined one such knife before setting it down, "while the blue are erotic, for the pleasure," she displayed one for him.

"Got it," James noted. Miranda took about ten steps away from the cabinet and James, then spun to face him, bare chested and with an expectant smile. "Practice shot," he said and pulled a green-handled knife from the cabinet and threw it at her.

And missed. It went past her and they both looked behind her as it clattered to the ground.

"Performance anxiety?" she suggested.

"I was thinking a backdrop might be nice," he replied.

"I'll grab one, you get the knife," she told him, and not even a minute later, she had a curtain behind her to catch any misses and he had a line of knives ready to throw. "Ready!" she announced as she posed for him, one hand in the air, another on her hip, and a provocative twist to hips.

James threw a knife, the same green one as before. This landed in the shoulder of her arm at her side. "oof," she said as she flexed the shoulder. "I barely felt that at all!"

"Feel this then," James tossed the next knife underhanded, a blue handle that buried itself in her left thigh.

"Ah! I did!" Miranda said as she wiggled her leg, the knife quite stuck in it. "That ran up my leg," she licked her lips. "Keep going!"

James tossed a blue handle at her, which missed and was caught by the sheets behind her. "Leave it," he said, "I'll get it later if I want it."

"OK!"

Next was a green knife which he aimed carefully and it hit her stomach, above and to the left of her belly button. "Ooof," she commented as he readied the next knife, which was blue handled and she barely had any time to react before it hit her in the right breast. "Aahhhh!" she moaned in pleasure as she looked at the tool inside her, one hand going to massage the tit with the knife in it, the other going for her loins.

"Don't go crazy on me," James taunted her as he threw a green knife at her, pinning her hand to her chest. "We've got fun to have."

She looked up at him with wide eyes, demanding eyes, and with her free hand, pulled off her bottom, stepping out of it. "Fun?" she asked as she sat down on the ground, laid back and raised her hips, legs open. "Go for a bullseye!"

"Already?" he asked and threw a blue knife, landing perfectly in the offered target.

Miranda stiffened as she orgasmed, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming. James strolled up to her and pulled the last knife out of her, causing her to collapse on the floor. "You like that?" he asked her.

"Fuck. Yes." She said between gasping breaths.

"Yes to a fuck? How can I say no to that?" James asked rhetorically and started to pull knives out of Miranda. She helped him along, even licking a blue knife for his edification. He leaned over her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. "Anything else before I stab you?" he asked.

"Only that after you've stabbed me enough," Miranda told him, "I have an offer for you."

So he stabbed her once, and she definitely enjoyed that, loving every moment of it. But after a few shots, he leaned back. "Got something else for you," he said as she was still under him.

"What?" she asked, breathless.

"Actually, first, your offer?"

"Oh, that? Sure. Culinary crew. You want to do the Halloween thing?"

He thought about that. "Sure, why?"

"Oh, turkey carving," she told him. "I can tell you more later. Now, what do you have for me?"

"This," he said and with both hands, drove two knives into the sides of her head. One was blue, touching her brain, and the other was red, doing the same. Her passion went [i]wild[/i] and he enjoyed it deeply before he pulled the two knives out. "Like that?" he asked once she had recovered.

"Oh yes," she said, "You'll do. Now," she added, "there are other knives in other drawers," she told him. "Some longer. Some not. We have some time. Want to play?"

"Isn't that what we're doing already?" he asked as he pulled off her.

"No," she said as she laid there for a moment before standing up and following him to the cabinet, showing off all the tools of the trade. "That was foreplay."