"Ohh... Ohhh Yah!" The Patrolman moaned and thrashed about, his hands grasped the head of
the hooded figure kneeling before him. What began as a burglary arrest was now building into the most intense sexual experience of his life.

It only took him 30 seconds when he felt himself reaching the point of no return. It was happening so quickly, but the building pleasure felt like an erupting volcano. He'd never felt anything like this... it was like every inch of his body was a super sensitive sex organ and it was somehow being stimulated all over.

"Ohh! OHHH! YAH! I'm..... ARGGGHHH!!!" Quickly his organ wet and throbbing leaves the warm orifice of the hidden figure and it sprays across the hidden face. The guard's body was vibrating and tears streaked his face as streams of his essence poured out; copious,
thick and in such volume the man was sure to be dehydrated following the encounter.

After an explosion that seemed to last for minutes, panting heavily, he collapsed on the corner, barely having the energy to remain conscious. The hooded figure stood, pulling back his hood and removing a small rag to wipe the release from his face. His face remained expressionless as he tossed the rag onto the semi-conscious man. "I believe the matter of my crime has been settled?"

The weak guard simply nodded and passed into a deep sleep and the man raised the hood over his head again and began walking away leaving the man weak and partially nude, drained from the encounter. "Works every time..." He whispered to himself as he walked down the dark street he approached several what appeared to be night clubs. "I am parched; I suppose a drink would be in order."

He entered one at random, stashing his recently acquired funds within his cloak and approached the bar. "Whiskey... Neat. And leave the bottle." He handed the bartender a large bill, tossed back his hood to reveal his long, luxurious hair and delicate beautiful features. He paid no attention to those now staring at him as he nursed his drink.

As he turned around to look on the entertainment, he jumped slightly as the stage went up in flames. Then he noticed what was on the stage slinking like a cat ready to pounce, the "cats" features were gorgeous. Both primal yet seductive. He had to have him to hear that scream and moan beneath him as he was ravaged without mercy, without even thinking the man realized he was rubbing himself through his pants.

Finally the pretty boys dance was over and he stepped off stage. As soon as he passed to leave his wrist was grabbed "my name is Thomas, what's yours?" the kid stopped and whipped his wrist out of Thomas's grip. "Gabriel, not that it's any of your business, ya know you're not allowed to touch the dancer's right?" the boy took a step back and looked him up and down as if just noticing him.

Thomas could tell Gabriel was nervous but he couldn't tell why, surely someone who worked at a dive like this was used to advances so he had to ask "What's wrong? Don't you like the way I look?" as he said this he continued to palm his crotch. That knocked Gabriel out of his trance "no you look fine I suppose if you go for that type of look… you just make me nervous… stay away from me ok." With that he walked away leaving Thomas to think on that most races even kalamaro couldn't sense that he was an elemental but somehow this brat could. He got up to follow the boy home.

It was uneventful following the little chippy home; however near the end of the walk he almost raced in like death was right behind him… well he was right in a way. Thomas decided to go back to the club to finish drinking… he would have to learn more about that kid.