Burlesque: A CYOA role play

[GrayOldFart]

The mirror before her was cracked down the middle ...much like her life. Over the P.A. system, a deep male voice announced the departure of her bus in just five minutes. She looked down at the ticket, then back up to herself, turning a bit left, then a bit right to review herself; she liked what she saw but wondered, Would they?

To begin:

• What's wrong with her life that is causing her to leave?
• Where is she leaving from? Where is she going to?
• Describe her physically. I actually prefer a non-celebrity photo as well as a description. (Maybe some model pic from the internet.)
• What background/skill is she taking with her to the big city? What is her goal?
• Her first lost doesn't have to be an essay, but please touch on each of these so I know what was to head.

Feel free to post to her boarding the bus and being on it for several hours. I will have a character on board approach her at some point.

 

[Sexy_Lena]

Emily was born in Kansas farmer's family and lost her dad at the tender age of 12. He had a huge debt that he couldn't bear anymore and committed suicide. As the only child she helped her mom slogging in what remained of the farm to make ends meet. She had to be strong for her and the only place she would vent herself was the Internet. She had a nice page where she posted her stories, songs, pics and made friends.

She remembered the day when she left home. Emily just wanted to leave her old life behind and celebrated the morning of her 21th birthday at bus station waiting for her trip to San Francisco sipping coffee and eating a muffin. She dreamed of the big city and bright lights.

Emily was good looking country girl, she had a beautifully toned and sculpted body thanks to the years of farm work. She stood at 5'6" with emerald green eyes and long wild blonde hair that went halfway down her back. She was by no means a beauty queen, but she turned boys' heads and had all the boyfriends she wanted.

She wore red and white checkered shirt, a pair of very short raggedy denim shorts and light slacks. It was unbuttoned and the ends were brought tightly together and knotted under her creamy breasts, displaying a very acceptable amount of cleavage.

 

[GrayOldFart]

"I'm Cliff," the man said, dropping into the seat next to Emily without asking. He looked to be barely out of his teens but his confidence spoke of a man who had been out in the world for a decade already. He spoke quickly, barely leaving enough space between the words and sentences for his neighbor to even consider getting a word in edgewise. "I heard you talking to the driver. Going to The City, huh. I've been there a lot. Practically live there. Got friends. Got friends there? If you don't, mine'll like you. They like everyone. Get you started there, they will."

He shoved his hand out to her as if he'd only just now sat down and wanted to introduce himself. "Didn't catch your name."

OPTIONS:

• Tell Cliff to shove off. He'll hesitate and ask if you want to visit some, but if you're persistent he'll leave and leave you alone ... until you step off the bus, that is.
• Turn away ignore him. He'll continue rambling on ... and on ... until you make another choice or ten or fifteen minutes pass. Sorry. He's persistent.
• Take his hand, introduce yourself; he'll start asking you questions. Imagine the questions a guy would ask of a pretty girl on a bus, and feel free to write him asking and her answering. (Don't have him make any offers for the arrival, though. He might a nice guy, or he might be a snake; you don't know yet.)
• CYOR (Create Your Own Response): If I don't give you an option you think she would have taken, create your own, but make sure you don't take my characters reactions out too far.

 

[Sexy_Lena]

The large bus lurched slowly out of the station. She looked around the bus and sat comfortably with her thoughts to herself. After a few minutes of drifting past the old buildings of the small town they engaged the long highway. She looked through the window at the arid landscape when a young voice cut trough her reverie. He tried to make small talk with Emily. She tried to answer him with short phrases or sentences and not carry on a long conversation with any answer. Emily felt his leg pressing against hers and she looked down to make certain she wasn't accidentally crowding him, intending to move over and give him a bit more room.

"Didn't catch your name."

"I'm Emily," girl replied. She looked a bit confused.

Emily leaned forward and pulled a CD player from her bag. She put on some headphones and clicked the unit to listen. Cliff realized that his conversation with her would have to wait. She listened to music and lightly hummed with tunes keeping the melody in her throat as they zipped along the highway. Gradually she drifted off to sleep with the music still filling her ears. The CD player had fallen from her open fingers and lay wedged between the seat and her thigh. Her head was held up only by the glass of the window. She was most definitely asleep.

 

[GrayOldFart]

The bus lurch as it climbed the curb, jostling Emily awake. Over the PA, the driver announced, "San Francisco, folks. Those not disembarking and continuing on to San Diego are asked to remain seated until..."

The driver's words continued ... and the only reason Emily could even hear him was because there was no longer any sound filling her ears via the ear buds. Following the wires down to her lap, she didn't find the CD player. She didn't find it between her thigh and the seat either, nor in the adjacent seat -- the one Cliff apparently had vacated -- nor anywhere within sight.

The bus jerked yet a second time, coming to a full stop. The aisle instantly filled with people eager to head for their cars, their awaiting relatives and friends, the bathrooms, or just the vending machines.

And just as her fellow passengers were departing the bus, so was her CD player ... and, after she looked into the overhead storage compartment, her bag!

OPTIONS:

• Drop and cry. (Don't be proud; I do this sometimes.)
• Wait for everyone to get off and go look for help. (You won't get any. "Sorry miss, but the bus line is not responsible..." yadda yadda yadda.)
• Assume Cliff was involved and look for him. You WILL find him if you search, hitting on a still in her teens girls by the vending machines, but he won't have your bag or CD player.)
• Accept the loss and ... figure out what to do next.
• CYOR.

 

[Sexy_Lena]

Emily sat in the bus station in tears. Her bag was stolen. How could she have been so stupid! She lost all her money, her cell phone, everything, GONE!

"What am I going to do? " she thought. All alone in a strange city, no money to pay for her hotel.

Soon the sun sank below the horizon. She did not know what she was supposed to do so she just walked down the street and wandered past the glass showcases. Since it was the last lingering days of August, the summer still held sway over the weather and it was warm sultry night.

 

[GrayOldFart]

As she wandered about the downtown area, the neighborhood began to become as figuratively dark as the day was literally becoming. The safe, active, clean commercial center gave way to neighborhoods of storage facilities, dingy brick apartment buildings, and dirty, rubbish filled streets.

An intersection ahead seemed better lit, but once she reached it, Emily realized why: this was the heart of the town's Red Light District. Up and down the street were Adult Book and Video Stores, Live Sex Shows, Hourly Hotels ... and both hookers and the men -- and women -- propositioning them.

"Hey, baby, how much?" a man asked from a passing car. Similar comments would follow her for three blocks.

"Keep moving, bitch," a woman in full body spandex growled. Similar comments to this, too, would follow her.

Emily looked down at herself and realized that there was a reason she was being treated as she was; she looked similar to the women selling themselves up and down the street. A sexy, sculpted body, her shirt tied to boost her ample breasts -- which in the lowering temperature and the wind surging down the boulevard was causing her nipples to harden -- and raggedy denim shorts over tight slacks that highlighted her curves.

(OOC -- I hope I interpreted your description from Emily's first post correctly.)

OPTIONS:

• A whore gets into her face and a cat fight breaks out. You write it for about a minute, then I will interject.
• A pimp steps up and propositions her with, "Hey baby, don't know you, but you're in my Girls' work area ... unless ... you want to be one of my girls...?"
• Cliff suddenly appears, being all friendly, asking where she's going, yadda yadda yadda. He doesn't have any of your stuff. He occasionally trades familiar barbs and greetings with the hookers and street people.
• She hurries onward, stepping into what appears to be a dark doorway but is actually a:
  • Strip club. The bouncer will open a door, point, and say, "Second door on the left. Talk to Billy. He does the hiring.
  • Adult book and video store. The Manager will say politely, "Keep your business on the sidewalk, girl."
  • "Burlesque" ... only ... the show is a even a bit more risque than in the movie (although not a bare breasted strip club). The man taking tickets will shove his hand out and say, "Fifty bucks."
  • Sleazy motel. The man behind the glass will say, "Second floor, room 2B is open. I take the money from the Johns ... give you half. Check outs at noon."
• CYOA

 

[Sexy_Lena]

Emily went over a bridge across a canal and down past the first hookers. The clicking sound of Emily's heels punctuating each step she took in the heavy night air. She looked at those cheap whores in their heavy make-up, skimpy clothes and saw how many there were. They looked at her very angrily. They obviously thought she was competition.

Emily never heard about Red Light District and hardly even knew where she was. No doubt she had lost her way. As she made her way down the street through the harsh shadows cast by the street lights and head lights of passing cars, she felt the cold air breeze across her exposed flesh, arousing her nipples. Her golden-blonde locks poured down her back and over her shoulders, making her look like a Barbie doll. Her knotted shirt barely holds her ample breasts in place. They bulge up and outwards pressing together to form a nice, deep valley of cleavage.

As Emily got to the corner she almost immediately was greeted with cat-calls from passing cars. She pretended not to notice and hastened her step. More than once she felt the gaze of men on her, wandering exactly what they must be thinking. Emily was not ignorant of her beauty, and knew that many men would love to use her body for their lust.

Emily crossed the road to avoid making eye contact, not out of any sense of pity or disgust but because she did not want those watching to mark her as a newcomer and a possible target. She looked up and noticed it was strip club of some kind. There were no women in the windows though. Emily breathed with relief as she steeped inside, the cool night air brushing her glowing cheeks.

"Second door on the left. Talk to Billy. He does the hiring," said the bouncer, opening the door.

Taking into account the fact that she needed money, it was not so bad offer. Emily said nothing, just passed through the corridor and opened the door.

"Hello! May I come in?" she asked coyly.

 

[GrayOldFart]

The man behind the desk didn't even look up, instead continuing to stare with a disapproving look at the screen of a laptop whose speaker was emitting a Top 40 dance song. He grimaced, groaning, "Really...?"

He tapped at the computer, silencing it, then looked up to Emily. He looked her over -- inspecting her every facet -- for a long moment. He spun the lap top to face her and tapped at it again. A woman in a thong and bikini top barely large enough to hold in her ample curves was dancing ... and it wasn't pretty.

"Can you dance better than this fish floppin' about?"