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Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Oct 1, 2012 11:37:55 GMT -5
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No! That wasn't the only problem. Somehow - she had been unable to say no to the promoter - she had been whisked into this world of nude people. Though, they were simply dancing naked. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. She swallowed hard and crossed her arms. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable...no, this was not Amira's scene. She did not know what to do with herself.
It was as though she had an extra appendage and had to find some sort of task for it, lest it just hang there and laze.
Her legs twitched, perhaps she should just go. She had came in, visited, and the promoter could not fault her for this not being her scene...could he? She heaved a sigh, lower lip dipped in between her teeth and she lightly bit on it. Her hand tapped the bag at her side in rhythm to the music. She was thinking, mind completely tuned out as she tried to formulate some sort of plan. Not that anything was coming to her, rather she just looked ridiculous standing in the middle of the room, staring off into space.
Well...at least there were no trolls at a strip joint. [/style]
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Post by ANYA CHEKOV on Oct 1, 2012 17:43:27 GMT -5
 | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 318px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] CAUSE I FEEL LIKE A ✄ - - BAD JOKE WALK THE TIGHT TO HOLD ONTO YOU. WAS IT REAL? OR A LOVE SCENE FROM A BAD DREAM? I DON'T THINK I CAN FORGET ABOUT IT. YOU, ARE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF WHY I DON'T SLEEP AT Anya had decided to go out and have a bit of fun, even if she was going out on her own. She'd been to this club before and when the promoter out on the sidewalk had declared it to be ladies' night (and therefore fewer gay men clawing her eyes out over the dancers) she was settled on letting loose in here for the night. Luckily she had dressed for the occasion in a simple black shift dress with matching fuck me heels. Her bubblegum pink hair was curled and pinned up to fall in soft ringlets around her shoulders. Glittering golden bangles jingled at her wrists, drawing attention as always no matter where she went. She smiled cheekily to the bouncer, still not over the fact that she was a grown-up and could do grown-up things. And she didn't have to answer to her piece of shit uncle anymore, that was for sure. She wandered on into the establishment, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne filling her nostrils along with a healthy dash of body glitter already clinging to her exposed skin that was clammy from leaving the slight chill of Autumn in New England and entering the slightly different environment of the indoor air conditioning. They kept it chilly so that the dancers wouldn't get too overheated under the spot lights. She liked to give herself mental pats on the back when she recited random bits of showbiz knowledge in her head. The girl was lost in her own little world when she nearly bowled over the other young lady standing in the middle of the room staring into space. She had been walking on autopilot, assuming the crowds would part as usual when she was walking through. She stopped short though just before trampling the poor thing that looked as lost as a lion in the arctic. "Hey, you okay there? I bet this is your first time - I was as happy as a dung beetle in a circus tent the first time I discovered this place too." |
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Post by GIANO MANCUSO on Oct 2, 2012 1:23:30 GMT -5
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t h e s e b r o k e n w i n g s Another day, another dollar. Or, dollars as it might have been. Glitter covered dollars that still smelt like his sweat and the grime off of the eager women's (and occasional man's) hands. Course, you couldn't really think about that when you were concentrating so hard on not losing your grip on the pole and killing someone. So as such, Giano was busy putting his thoughts somewhere else, so that he wouldn't be thinking of all that. His muscles were burning pleasantly from stretching just a little bit before, but he was getting impatient. He wanted to hurry up and get back on stage. Not because he liked this deal or anything, but because it was his last song of the night. Then he could hurry up and get the hell out of this place, shower, and then sleep all of this away until it was time to do it all again. There was one small problem, though. The guy in front of his was taking way too long. It seemed that he had changed his song or something, so Giano had gotten done with his stretching too early. This could prove to be bad; but he guessed it wasn't anything to worry that much about. Sounded like the song was ending. "And now it's time for everyone's favorite man in red..." Oh damn it was time. Just as the last guy strutted by, Giano got into position. "MISTEEEEEEER MAAAAAAGIIIIIIIC!" The spotlight clicks on, and he knows it's aimed at his mark on stage. The music started, the sudden beat pumping through the speakers. Woman cheered. Giano did as he had done a million time before- enough that the regulars knew this was his last dance, and that the best was always last, so they sure as hell should get excited. Usually this excitement spilled over to the newbies so they started yelling as well. Of course he wasn't disappointed. When the beat started to drop he stepped out on stage like he owned it, and be damned if at that moment he didn't. Some of the girls sitting around the Ring faces fell a bit, but in others he could see excitement. Yes, it wasn't often that a stripper came out on stage in a full suit and sunglasses. It would get better, though. A few twists and he had wrapped himself around the big silver pole in the middle of the stage like a pro. One leg wrapped around it, the other kicked out slightly, one hand clung to the pole as he twirled around it, the other tugged at his clothes at his throat. Mid spin, his top was pulled off and flung to the crowd. A moment later he slid from the pole with a certain grace. He moved closer to the edge of the stage and moved his hips in a very... sexual way while undoing his pants. They were soon discarded, revealing a bright red man-thong that didn't leave very much to the imagination. One might wonder if he stuffed the thing. There was a good chance that no one would ever know. And then came the really bad stuff. The stuff that Cherry took hours to write out, but then read over it and was like "holy fuck, this is WAY over pg-13", so she had to edit it out. When the end of the song neared, it was time for the Grand Finale. He stepped off the stage and was quickly modded by a crowd of women, but most of them knew enough to stay a respectable distance away. He worked his way to the center of the room. Looked like two girls were talking. They would do. He eyed the one with the bubblegum pink hair from behind his glasses, then his gaze slid over to the brunette. "Uuuuuuuh ooooooh! Looks ike Mr. Magic has found his assistaaaaants!"
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sexy stripper time
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Post by CAMERON ROXTON on Oct 2, 2012 3:11:24 GMT -5
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It wasn't the usual crowd however was there ever an actual usual crowd? All the women screaming, hollering, drinking and more or less having a good time was a little akin to the scene he was used to back in the big apple with one minor detail missing. The overwhelming lack of males present in the buildings. In fact the only males that were present were the ones working; bouncers, promoters, dancers, himself. This specific ladies' night was special in the fact that no other men were allowed entry. Usually when he would work there would be those who like to play for the other team but not tonight. Apparently there was a hen's night or a birthday or something, he had no idea, the only thing that mattered was that he was getting paid a little extra for tonight. Whilst not an admirer of the male body, he wasn't homophobic, allowing him to expertly manipulate the songs to suit the movements of the men going the full monty (or at least as close to it as possible).
Glancing up to see the current dancer finishing up and walking backstage, he prepared the next song. It wasn't the first time he was working a strip joint, nor was he a full time worker there but he was experienced. In fact, the were but only a few places Cameron hadn't DJed before. Some locations of course were more preferable than others; that one gothic vampire club did creep him out a little especially when they set off the sprinklers filled with what he assumed and truly hoped was just tomato juice or something; however he wasn't picky with where he had to work. He took what he got, a lesson and personality trait he picked up from when he first started all those years ago. Not being picky was also needed especially if he were to continue DJing in a town such as Stony Brook. He liked the town though it didn't exactly have the whole New York nightlife but who was he to complain? He was making enough money by DJing to pay the bills and get by without having to get "an actual job' as some would say. Urgh no, he would refuse to work with all his might. DJing wasn't work, it was an art that got you paid. Cameron had made it his life decision to forever remain a DJ even when he's 80 and in a retirement home, he was still gonna pump up the music as they reminisced about the good ol' days.
"And right on time Mr Magic Giano shows up." Cameron thought to himself as he pumped up the next song instantly as the man in red "Mr Magic" appeared on stage. Cameron actually knew the stripper in real life, Giano was actually someone who lived two doors down from him in their apartment complex. The first time he actually realized their connection he was surprised. It was interesting to have a male stripper neighbor and the two actually managed to become friends. Having worked together a couple times already, he knew what to expect from the crowd. Like the man on the pole, Cameron himself was also an expert at working the crowd even if no one at all was paying him any attention. Cuts and scratches here and there in the right places really made an impact even if they were subtle, a little bit of DJ magic at the right moments and atmosphere just raised that little bit more.
As Mr Magic stripped down to his man-thong, there would be quite a few men that might become dejected and overly self conscious about their little one. Not Cameron though, he didn't lose. Well it's not like it matter or anything but it was a self image and ego thing. Continuing to expertly maneuver the turntables, Cameron knew the routine by now as he got the music ready for the whole grand finale that was but a moment away. Maybe he had been DJing too much at a male strip club.
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Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Oct 2, 2012 3:32:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 480px; background-image: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2m5gjtu.jpg); height: 600px; padding-left: 80px;] I WANNA MAKE, enough money to run my life, from the top of a mountain in the dead of night, it'll be you and me and a couple of dogs, and the rest of the world can just move on, cos I got what I want & I got what I need & there's nothing in this world but you for me.
Amira had been so far lost in taking in all of the excitement around her, that she did not notice the girl as she nearly collided into her. No, it wasn't until words were spoke that Amira turned to face her, eyes wide as she talked. Her head tilted as she registered the words, and suddenly she found herself laughing. "You're cute!" She meant both physically and the way the woman was speaking, but she did not have time to elaborate, as screaming suddenly overtook the room.
Her hands jerked up instinctively to protect her ears. Her gaze searching for the cause of the racket, and only when the man walked out did she drop her hands. A wary glance at Anya was given.
She said little as the man began his routine and stripping, her head tilted to the side as she watched. He was stepping down from the stage and Amira turned to face the pink haired girl. "I couldn't imagine trying to get my leg up on that pole. I like dancing, but am not that flexible." She was about to introduce herself to the girl when she realized that the near naked man was heading towards them.
Lets just say that Amiras face became several shades of red. That was probably the most she had seen of a mans body. However, it wasn't just that. The dj voiced something about being assistants for something. Rather then jump at the chance, like several of the woman around them obviously would have done, Amira just looked back and forth between Anya and Gi.
Dear god, what had she gotten in to?
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Post by ANYA CHEKOV on Oct 2, 2012 18:59:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 318px; background-color: #f5f5f5;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] CAUSE I FEEL LIKE A ✄ - - BAD JOKE WALK THE TIGHT TO HOLD ONTO YOU. WAS IT REAL? OR A LOVE SCENE FROM A BAD DREAM? I DON'T THINK I CAN FORGET ABOUT IT. YOU, ARE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF WHY I DON'T SLEEP AT
Anya would have blushed at the odd compliment if she were the same girl she'd been three years ago. Now she took it in stride and offered a smile in return as well as a "I love that top!". Her vocal response, however, was lost in the immediate uproar of the other women around them as a new song began. Apparently their star attraction was coming out - the one that the men and women had been all but depressed about the first time she'd come because he was home sick with a cold. And the time after that she'd left early with a migraine and because she'd been elbowed in the face by an overexcited customer in front of her. She'd worn her heels tonight for more than one reason - to see over the crowds and to avoid another mishap such as that. When the other girl's arms flew up Anya flinched automatically, scared to death that it was going to happen again anyway despite her precautions. But her hands just clapped up over her ears as her wide eyes flicked back and forth over the room trying to find the reason for the screaming. Anya's heart skipped a beat as she slowly realized this girl was either lost or had been tricked into coming and she tried her best not to die of laughter right then and there. The poor thing looked scared to death. So much for that happy dung beetle business.
She resisted the urge to loop her arm through the girl's and lead her to the front and center of the main stage but as she lowered her arms and cast a terrified look at Anya she knew she just wasn't ready for that quite yet. So she stood and watched the lanky and quite beautiful specimen of sinewy masculinity glide gracefully on his obvious prop of choice, the pole. She couldn't help but to smirk at the fact that he was wearing a full suit and not a fireman's trousers or police uniform like most of the other exotic dancers here did. She certainly admired his style. She watched, entranced now, as he made his way down from his catwalk and snaked through the crowd with fluid movement, replying to the brunette's awed observation, "You could probably take a class if you were really interested. I wouldn't mind him teaching me a lesson or two.."
Then, it was as if her prayers were answered as the man arrived at his destination, right in front of the two of them. She offered him a cheeky smile and a wink then let loose a nearly feral whoop as he deemed them to be his assistants for this number. Mr Magic, right? she thought, struggling to remember what his stage name was. So as not to lose any of her sudden burst of bravado, she grabbed Ami's hand and thrust it into the air with hers much like a champion tag team after a victorious K.O. round in the ring.
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Post by GIANO MANCUSO on Oct 7, 2012 19:17:22 GMT -5
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t h e s e b r o k e n w i n g s Giano couldn't suppress a smirk. Seemed these girls were ready. Well, one of them at least. Now that he was up close, he could see that the little brunette looked like a deer in the headlights. Must have been a newbie. He would take it easy then. Break her in gently. He tilted his head and tried to meet Cam's eyes, a quick nod to the DJ. Yeah, Cam was a good guy. It had been kind of awkward meeting, and recognizing him, in the hallway one night after work, but he didn't seem like a flake or anything. So it was cool. His signal sent, he hoped that the man had caught it so he would change the song to something a little... gentler. That way he wouldn't traumatize the poor thing. With that done, he stepped around them and pulled out a chair, then sat it down firmly in front of them.
"Are you ready?" He kept his voice low, just so they could hear him over the thumping music. A small twinge pulled in his lower back. Not a good sign, but he ignored it; he hoped that it wasn't because he had did his stretching early. If it was... that would prove to be very bad. Like, going down into a blaze of glory bad. Let's hope he wasn't on either of these young ladies laps when that happened. If it happened. Oh god please don't let that happen.
Why did I never apply myself in school? The thought floated through his head as he positioned himself, waiting on whichever of the two ladies would be the brave one and sit.... not like the other would get away that easy or be excluded that is. He knew how to worm two in at once for this. There were whispers and sighs from the jealous women around them, their hungry eyes zoned in on the trio on the floor.
TAGS: mikki, cheese, jessi xxxxxxxxxx WORDS: l o t s
sexy stripper time
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