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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 20:54:58 GMT 1
Aly was in the back part of the club, straightening her hair and picking out her outfit for the night. She had settled on some very tight jeans and a lacy corset that would be easy to take off and also tempting to play with. She sighed at her reflection before putting on her mask. She really wasn't in the mood to dance tonight, but she had to. Mom had just had treatment, and she needed help to pay the bills.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 21:10:02 GMT 1
Christian sat in a large arm chair in one of the secluded rooms of the club, a large whiskey in one hand and the other sinking his nails into the arm of the chair. He had paid big money to get his own private strip tease. What would it look like for a man who had just won his custody battle to be seen out in the open in a strip club? Not good he guessed, but he was feeling lonely and needed a little release.
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 21:14:52 GMT 1
Just as she was about to walk to the stage, she was called back by the manager who told her to go to room five first, that someone had requested a lap dance and since she was about the most expensive girl, it must mean he had paid good money. She nodded, hoping that it wasn't another asshole who wanted to take off her mask. Running fingers through her straightened hair, she walked into the room with a seductive smile.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 21:28:24 GMT 1
Christian slid a grin across his face as the unknown female slipped into the room. Finally they shell out a hot one, he was tired of getting those regular boring looking girls that he wasted his money on. He brought the bottle to his lips to take down a healthy measure, patting his lap to give her instruction to get started.
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 21:34:34 GMT 1
Oh no. Chris. Christian Tait. She could not do this. She couldn't. Not with her friend, the only male friend she really had. "I.." Her voice slipped a little, but she quickly covered it up with a seductive, husky tone. "Hi. What are you looking for tonight, babe?" Lapdance was just one option. She kissed people, though that was about as far as she usually went. Sometimes they tried to force more on her though.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 21:58:22 GMT 1
"I want the works love.." Christian murmured, not noticing her little slip up. There was something familiar about this girl though, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Not that he really care anyways, not with his alcohol induced brain. "Come now. Daddy hasn't got all night.."
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 22:06:52 GMT 1
Aly nodded, biting her lip, but in a seductive kind of way as she moved in front of him, toying with the laces on her top. "Do you want to take it off" Luckily she had enough control over her voice to make it sound just a little different, but by the smell of Chrissy he was drunk. She didn't have the luxury to snap at him and tell him off, and just smiled, getting closer. "Or do you want to help me with my zipper..." One hand slid down her waist, to her hip.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 22:17:57 GMT 1
Christian leaned forward as the woman moved in front of him, his eyes wide with excitement. Both were good questions and both would most likely leave him happy and wanting more. But which did he want first? He reached out to play with the strings of her top, sucking in his bottom lip as he thought of what would happen if he tugged on it just a little harder. "Hmm..I think you should do it for me.."
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 22:21:41 GMT 1
"Alright baby.." She went to sit down on his lap, taking one hand and bringing his fingers to her mouth, sucking on one of them as she toyed with the straps a little, slipping one of her spaghetti type thingies off of her shoulder, tilting her head a bit. "Kiss my neck..." She knew Chrissy liked a bit of domination sometimes.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 22:31:29 GMT 1
Christians face flushed with arousal as she sat down in his lap only to suck one of his fingers into her mouth. Now that was hot. It was like she knew him and what he liked, and domination was definitely a turn on for him. He cocked his head to the side to follow her orders, swiping his tongue across her neck once before attacking her with his lips, one hand coming up to cup her breast through the corset.
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 20, 2008 22:38:59 GMT 1
Oh that felt good. It felt actually good which was odd because it was a guy underneath of her, kissing her and licking her, and still...well it was Chrissy, and that really said it all. Her emotions were just a little messed up because he was her friend and he knew her. Only he didn't know it was her and her thoughts weren't making much sense. She undid the laces on her corset, leaving it still on but with a little more room for him to play.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 20, 2008 22:55:42 GMT 1
There was still something about her that confused him. The taste. The taste of her skin on his tongue, he had tasted it before. Several times actually. But his mind was working too slow to put two and two together. "God you are hot.." Christian purred, feeling his way down her chest to her jeans and then back up again to open the corset the rest of the way. "What's your name beautiful?"
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 21, 2008 4:36:31 GMT 1
"A-" She cut herself off, smiling and giving him a kiss. "Natalia" She had a bit of a foreign accent from living in the states for so long, and she used it to her advantage whenever she was at the club. Yeah, she was still Aly, but with straightened hair, a lower, more seductive voice, an accent...and the mask that she would never take off. Ever.
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Post by Christian Tait on Mar 21, 2008 13:54:21 GMT 1
Christian wasn't really listening for her answer, he was too preoccupied with kissing his way down her newly exposed chest. "Mmm.." He hummed, hands gripping her hips a little too tightly only to push her to the floor a second later. He hadn't really been thinking when he did it. "You call this a lap dance? Get up and shake it, whore"
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Post by Aly Norwood on Mar 21, 2008 16:41:24 GMT 1
She gritted her teeth, very much tempted to get up and slap him for the comment. Instead she smirked, getting to her feet gracefully and placing her hands at her hips.She knew she needed the money, but it was -her- money, and she wasn't going to be treated this way. "If you can't behave then there's the door, sugar. The least you can do is be polite."
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