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Post by vagus32000 on Oct 28, 2008 9:18:12 GMT -5
Adam Vagus paused outside the entrance of the strip club and gazed at the front of the building. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do and had to wonder at Crapgame suggesting this place. She hadn't just suggested that he go to a strip club but had all but demanded that he go to this one in particular. He couldn't help but wonder why she was so adamant.
Sighing he walked in and took a seat at a table in the middle of the room. A pretty young waitress with a cute smile came up and took his order, root beer as usual. Crapgame had discovered his drinking and had chewed him out about it. Why it was any business of her's whether he drank or not was still beyond him but he'd giving his word so he had no choice.
As he waited for his drink he watched the red headed girl on stage remove her clothes and shake her stuff at the crowd. She was pretty but nothing to get excited over, at least in Adam's mind she wasn't. Not as good as he had. Did he really have her? Did he really hold her heart? Did it really matter to her that he had loved her? Somehow Adam didn't think so, if it did she wouldn't of left him.
The waitress handed him his drink and gave him a little smile that Adam returned. No reason not to be polite even though he was hurting. He took a sip and looked back at the stage. The red head was walking off and a new girl was coming on. "Why did I even come here?" he asked with a sigh.
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Post by amelie on Nov 3, 2008 10:38:07 GMT -5
Amelie was upstairs in her apartment that Rafael let her stay in for free - getting ready for work. She stood at the mirror and shook out her hair, wearing it in loose wavy curls tonight. She turned sideways, smoothing out her ultra short plaid skirt, adjusting her black top.
She liked to look good, make sure her clothes looked right, even if she wouldn't be wearing them shortly.
Satisfied, she tugged on her black heels and turned to face the mirror once more to apply a red lipstick over her full lips.She smiled at herself - Knockout.
She made her way quietly down the stairs which led to the back office. She had to pass through it to get to backstage. She was Kiara's replacement - she watched through a slit in the curtain that was hung in a semicircle on the circular stage - the audience only saw half of the circle as it met with walls on both sides, but the stage was really circular and Amelie stood on the back half of it now. Kiara was pretty, redhead, and young - but she didnt get the high traffic hours yet. Amelie did. She was the big business bringer here and she knew it.
Still she didn't let it go to her head. She was all attitude on stage and in bed, but in day to day life - she was a sweet girl, just trying to make it in life a day at a time. Stripping had been a part of her world since she was a young girl - her mother used to bring her here. Amelie had grown up with it - to her the whole club scene was normal and she had no shame in what she did.
Kiara finished her expose and returned behind the curtain. She nodded at Amelie as she passed her to go to the dressing rooms the other girls used. Amelie would go on in 5 minutes. The lights in the club got a little dimmer she saw through the curtain. There were quite a few people there.
One man sitting alone caught her eye - she could always pick out the reluctant ones. He had an expression on his face of hurt, and something else she couldn't place - but he sure seemed uncomfortable and she could almost here him wondering why he was there. She smirked - it was these customers she tried to focus on, make them feel better about whatever was going on in there lives. Make them forget - if even for an hour - whatever troubles they might be having. Let them have fantasies - sometimes fantasy was better than real life.
Time to go on. Amelie slipped easily onstage as her music began.
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Post by vagus32000 on Nov 3, 2008 15:43:25 GMT -5
Adam watched as new girl came on, she was very beautiful he had to admit. Nice black hair, porcelain skin, she was like a goddess of beauty. Like Emiste, he thought. That forbidden and unwelcome thought caused him to look away and swear. "Don't think of her ya dumb ass," he whispered to himself. "You have ta get over her someday might as well start now. Ya can't wallow in self pity forever. Be a man and conquer her memory."
He looked back and forced himself to look at the dancer, ta watch as she strutted her stuff and shook her money maker. He watched every move she made but when she started removing her clothes he looked away again. Such a body, reminded him of..... NO!!! Don't think that! She's gone and will never return! She never loved you, NEVER!! She used ya and abused ya! All ya were ta her was a smelly mutt who was good in bed! That's IT! Nothing more!
He looked back at the woman and saw that she was naked now aside from her heels. He groaned at the site. Wow, such flawless beauty he'd never seen before. She was perfect, perfect in every way. Perhaps....no, not now. Maybe later but not now. Right now he just wanted ta sit and drink. "However I when I get back I'm gonna give Crapgame a raise. She sure knew how ta pick strip joints, but how did she know such a hottie was working here?
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Post by amelie on Nov 4, 2008 11:51:15 GMT -5
Amelie loved to dance. Sometimes she forgot there were people watching her as she worked the stage. And the stripping part came easily - almost naturally. It was just skin after all - everyone had it. Some was just better than others.
But tonight was not one of those nights. She had picked out the person she would dance for tonight, and there was no forgetting he was watching. Although he seemed quite reluctant to. What internal battle was plaguing him? In the dim lighting she couldn't really make out his features, but the way he shifted in his seat and looked away from the stage were huge indicators of some source of uncomfortableness.
Well she could fix that.
Clothes off, strewn about stage, she flung her short skirt at a nearby table for her own amusement as she finished her dance and prepared to walk off stage. Rafael didn't care if his strippers sturtted about offstage. In fact he encouraged it - better PR, better business - and fun for everyone.
So half naked, retaining only her thong bikini and her bra she made her way to the bar. Sometimes she wondered at her comfort level with being nude in front of so many - but it really didn't bother her. It was a natural state - nakedness - and really, what was there to hide?
She leaned against the bar, her hair spilling over her shoulders and laying in contrast with her light skintone. She faced the man she had singled out and smiled slightly towards him as she raised her drink to her lips.
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Post by vagus32000 on Nov 4, 2008 13:06:37 GMT -5
Adam couldn't help but notice that the stripper mostly kept her eyes on him. Any other time he would of enjoyed it. How could a woman NOT keep her eyes off him? He was a stud after all, a handsome stud. Now however it was different, he didn't feel like a stud muffin at all. His heart was heavy with pain and his normally boundless self esteem was nearly dried up.
He watched her end her routine and walk off stage to the bar. Such a tease, he thought with a grin. But then she had it so why not flaunt it? I certainly would if I was her. He saw her look at him and smile slightly as she took a sip of her drink. So she was interested in him, but why? Was it just cause he looked like he had money or was it something more?
"Well, only one way ta find out," he said getting up and walking over to her. Talking to her wouldn't hurt, he talked to women all the time so why not her? Because she reminds me of Emiste but I have ta get over her sooner or later so why not start now? Taking a seat next to her he said, "Can't keep your eyes off of me huh? Why's that, never seen such a hunk before?" He said this with a teasing tone of voice, not one that would make her think he was full of himself.
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Post by amelie on Nov 7, 2008 22:48:56 GMT -5
"Can't keep your eyes off of me huh? Why's that, never seen such a hunk before?"
SO, maybe he was a little more sure of himself than she had given him credit for. Coming over here to talk to her, a mostly nude stripper leaning against a bar...took guts. She smiled at him.
"Seen plenty, thanks." she teased, "But no, you are right, I couldn't." she paused, "You seemed unhappy. Most people's eyes pop out of their skull, you looked away." she stated as she took another drink. She tilted her head to look at him, able to see him more clearly now that he was closer. He really was handsome. But there was something underlying there. Sadness? Regret? It piqued her interest.
She liked mysteries, perhaps he had one. Perhaps he didn't. The question now was did she want to find out? "My name is Amelie." offered.
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Post by vagus32000 on Nov 8, 2008 9:13:01 GMT -5
Adam smiled at the first part of her response but ignored the rest. It was her business as to why he was sad, at least not yet. Perhaps ounce they got to know each other better he'd tell her. Perhaps he'd never tell her. It all depended on whether or not he even wanted to talk about it and so far only his closest friends knew about Emiste.
Absent mindedly he reached for his glass he had left at his table and chuckled when his fingers wrapped around empty air. "Name's Vagus and it looks like I need a new drink." He waved down the bartender and ordered a root beer. "I promised a friend I'd never drink again," he said in answer to the question he thought she'd ask. He was perhaps the only one here who wasn't drinking the hard stuff.
"So Amelie, you do this full time or just on the side?" he asked as he waited for his drink. "Bet ya make a ton of money either way. A beautiful woman like you probably is the main attraction at his joint." Getting his drink from the barkeep he thanked him and took a sip. "Ah, the drink of the gods," he said. "You finished for the day or do ya soon have ta head back on stage?" He was kinda hoping she was finished, he wanted ta talk some more.
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Post by amelie on Nov 11, 2008 13:46:53 GMT -5
Amelie smiled at him as he ordered a root beer. Could tell alot about a man by what he drank. Root beer to her represented "something that's more than it seems." It was hard to explain - but she found people often drank things that represented them in some unconscious way. Root beer was more than what it seemed because it wasn't beer at all it was a soda, but it was a unique kind of soda. She wondered how this fit with this man who called himself Vagus. Another piece of the puzzle....
She took a sip of her LIT - her drink of choice - it fit her, in accordance with her theory. But she wasn't about to tell anyone why - she was still waiting for the one who could figure it out. She might love that person...
"Nice to meet you Vagus. And no, this is my full time gig." she paused, eyeing him, wondering what he thought of that. Then wondering why she cared. Most guys just wanted in her pants - he seemed to want to talk. More mystery.
She suddenly felt odd standing half naked next to him. She found that unusual - maybe because by this point most guys would have been slipping her money, or making suggestive comments, or drunkedly trying to feel her up.
But he was root beer, she reminded herself, and realized she had no idea what to expect from him. He wasn't the typical customer.
She concluded that was what was making her feel slightly awkward.
She realized she'd paused for a moment too long, and took a sip of her LIT to hide that and her moment of awkwardness. Continuing to speak after she had swallowed, "I'm done. I get prime time spot, the other girls get the rest. And yes, Rafael keeps me around because I bring him so much business." she said bluntly. She usually did one performance a night. The rarity of her made her even more of a business-bringer. Rafael was a good business strategizer - he'd used her mother the same way. The other girls were cheap entertainment, Amelie was the spotlight.
"So, why are you here?" she asked, blunt again. But that was her. Not nosey - just blunt. If he told her it wasn't any of her business, she'd just shrug and change topics.
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Post by vagus32000 on Nov 14, 2008 23:03:17 GMT -5
Adam nodded when Amelie said that this was her full time job. "Girl's gotta make money somehow and I heard that this pays VERY well. Can't blame ya for wanting the money." This was the truth, Adam had nothing against strippers. He was a big fan of the female form, especially when it was unclothed.
And yes, Rafael keeps me around because I bring him so much business." she said bluntly.
"I can see that," Adam replied with a smile looking around at all the stares they were getting. Some seemed pissed that he beat them to the punch. Others couldn't believe his luck. If luck's what ya wanna call it, he thought. He was still unsure of whether or not this was a good idea. He could still see Emiste in his mind, self pitying guy that he was at the moment.
"I'm here because a friend of mine told me ta come here," Adam said looking back at her. "Ya might know her, she's a young blondie by the name of Crapgame. Wicked with a switchblade too. She said I'd find what I wanted here so I came."
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