Feeding Talent (closed)

[musicankane]

Jake Clark stood on stage of The Bloody Mary pub, microphone in his hand. He smiled softly as his last joke didn't quite hit with the audience the way he had hoped. He was a stand up comic, well he wanted to be. Every night he worked on his material and looked up anywhere he could get on stage with an open mic night.

Tonight was about par for the course. He had developed a long skit about losing his virginity and the weirdness of having that first experience with a girl. Yet it was a work in progress, the material was better than when he had first started, but there were still moments that should get big laughs and yielded nothing instead.

Tonight, nothing seemed to work. Little more than chuckles emerged from the dark crowd. And finally he said his goodbyes to a pitiful round of aplause. Bummed, Jake made his way to the bar quickly and ordered a shot of Tequila and a Jack Daniels in a Coke. The sooner he could drink this memory away, the better.

The bartender slid his drinks toward him and gave him a sympathy smirk. "The went...okay." She told him sweetly. Jake looked at the soft blonde who was too pretty to be behind the bar.

He shrugged, "Okay the same way a train wreck is okay." He muttered chugging the shot. "Thanks for the sentiment though." He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "I just need to rewrite the stuff. I believe there are good jokes there, I just set a better way to set them up."

She nodded and moved away. "Sure."

Jake watched her go and turned his back on the bar to watch the next act coming onto the stage. "Just a little luck and I'll be on my way, you'll see." He said to himself.

 

[RPgirl2016]

Camille "Cami" Carlton
Images: Dressed; not so much so.
Apparent Age: Late 20s
Actual Age: Yet to be divulged
5'10", 142#
36D-24-34
Dark brunette hair
Hazel green eyes

Camille had been sitting alone at the end of the comedy club's bar for two hours. No one other than the bartender had paid her any notice. She was what a Star Trek fan might have called cloaked. When desired, Camille could make herself practically invisible to those around her. Not invisible as in some guy looking for a seat would accidentally sit in her lap; but more like she was just a fixture in the room to be ignore, a lamp or juke box with an Out of Order sign upon its face.

Tonight, she only wanted to two people to notice her: the bartender, and her Donor. And she had only determined who latter would be after he'd come to the bar to speak to the former. Camille had caught Jake's act and caught his conversation with the bartender. He had high hopes for his comedy career, which was good. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to make it without help.

Fortunately for Jake, Camille was about to offer that help. Unfortunately for Jake, that help came with a price.

After the bartender departed, Camille adjusted her stealth mode, allowing only the comedian to take notice of her. Jake was watching the next comedian and occasionally glancing around at the audience's reaction when he suddenly caught sight of Camille out of the corner of her eye and looked directly her. She noted his reaction, then glanced at the bar stool next to him as she rose and asked, "May I?"

She didn't wait for an answer. Typically when she asked to sit next to a man, Camille didn't receive a negative response. She moved to the stool next to which Jake was standing and sat in such a way that her bent knees before her pressed against his groin. She knew she was touching his personals. She knew that he knew she was doing it intentionally.

"It's not your material," she began, letting him know she'd heard his earlier conversation. "It's your confidence level." She shifted her knee a bit, moving it against his crotch noticeably as she leaned in a bit closer, just inches separating her breasts from his chest, her face from his. "I can help you with that if you would like to get out of here and get a room."

 

[musicankane]

Jake never thought himself a particularly ugly guy. He stayed in decent shape, though he certainly did not have a six pack, his face not terrible though not great. Certainly there was nothing about his rugged lack of good looks that warranted this woman to appear beside him. Hell, a woman even half as good-looking as the beauty suddenly sitting very close to him would be too good for him.

The woman now sitting in the very close bar stool, with her knee casually pressing to his groin, was far beyond beautiful. She was a walking wet dream, light eyes, dark hair, big tits, flat stomach, she checked every single box in the ultra-hot survey. Jake stood rather frozen for the moment as he looked at her. This was not the kind of girl that came up to him like this. Not even to borrow a five dollar bill, or swindle a drink out of him.

That meant there was only one thing she could be, especially as she teased him about finding a private room somewhere.

Jake found the situation so absurd that he broken into a grin and chuckled. He shook his head and reached down to push her knee out of his crotch. "That's very sweet of you to say. I don't know if you noticed though, but I am a bad stand-up comic. Nothing about that should scream 'Deep pockets' to you." He said gently. "I mean I am sure you are fantastic, but definitely out of my price range, so I thank you, but..."

Jake turned to the bar and killed his Jack and Coke, before setting a bill on the check settling his tab. As he pushed away form the bar he glanced back at the beautiful woman beside him, and trembled a little as he felt his balls tingle at the mere thought of what she had offered him. "You have a nice night." He said.

 

[RPgirl2016]

"I mean I am sure you are fantastic," Jake complimented, "but definitely out of my price range, so I thank you, but..."

Camille smiled at the comic's insinuation. It wasn't the first time her very forward approach had led to such a misunderstanding, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

He told her as he prepared to leave, "You have a nice night."

"I'm not a whore," she said bluntly. That stopped him long enough for Camille to slowly stand -- again putting her body very close to Jakes -- then added with a devilish smirk, "In fact... I'll pay you!" She reached into the little purse hanging from a strap over her shoulder and withdrew a key card. She slipped it into his shirt pocket, patting it against his chest suggestively. "Room 1414. Give me ten minutes to... prepare for you."

She studied his face for a moment, her gaze dropping for a moment to his neck. She could sense the heat of the blood pumping through it, and it made Camille draw a deep breath of hungry excitement, her chest rising noticeably before the comic. When she looked back into his eyes again, she said bluntly, "A thousand dollars... fuck'n'suck. You'll be back down here quick enough to catch the last act."

She turned and walked away, her ass swinging dramatically...



Ten minutes later, Camille was comfortable on the couch, hoping Jake would walk through the door...

She was so hungry.