For the money and the thrill

[U luv Isabelle]

I moved to Las Vegas when I was 15 years old. I was from a small southern town and all I knew was small town living. To have to move so suddenly because of my fathers job depressed me so deeply that it hurt who I was. I cried and cried until finally, the tears dried up. This happened for months. School started and immediately I was singled out because of my DD breasts. Girls called me a slut and said that my titties were fake. My gorgeous blonde hair was very long and my eyes a sad blue. I was the new "slut" in town according to my peers.

So obviously I was very popular with the guys. They all wanted to get with the new, hot, sure-thing. The thing was, I didnt know this was being said about me. So when I went out with a guy, I had know idea he was telling everyone he banged me on the first try. Upon finding this out, I decided to drop out.

My parents had no objections as long as I studied to get my GED. And so I did. I took some time away from school and got my drivers license when I was 16. I got a job as a waitress on the other side of town where nobody knew me. So time went by. 2 years passed and I turned 18. My life was completely different than when I first moved here. I now loved it. I had a loving boyfriend, great friends and I got my GED.

From there I went on to nursing school and got engaged. Thats when things got weird. I decided to go for my bachelors in nursing but to do so I needed money. My fiance wasnt going to get a job until he finished his PHd. Things between me and him became cold. We both wanted to pursue our education but I was the only one who was willing to go part time and get a job. So I quit altogether. I took a job making just enough to get by. He lives with me still and we are engaged, but in my mind its over. My day job is at a cleaning service but thats not how I make my money.

I know what you are thinking. This is Las Vegas, I'm either a prostitute or a stripper. But, no. Im a waitress at a swanky strip club and the more I get groped the more cash I stuff my bra with. This is the life my fiance does not know about. I get to see beautiful women give lap dances to horny guys with hard cocks and make money doing it. The more I watch, the hornier I get and the closer I get to doing amateur night or even give lap dances.

OOC- I need people of both genders. Ladies can be strippers, waitresses, customers. Men can be bartender, bouncer, customer.

Give a little background of why you are at the strip club (it does not have to have a lot of depth or be as long as mine). Once we get a few people we will just see where it takes us.

 

[karnelman]

OOC: Bob Jenkins, 6’ 2”, 225lbs, longish brown hair, full beard, hazel eyes, around 40. Full time bartender, sometimes bouncer.

IC: Another day, another bar, at least this time I was moving up instead of out. This gig actually is pretty good; a swanky joint with really hot stripers and nice waitresses. The tips were pretty good too. Last place I worked the girls looked like they had been pulled form the gutter. The patrons that liked to look at that kind naked hardly ever tipped the bartender. Here at least I was getting a cut of what got stuffed into girl’s panties as well as commission on each drink I poured. With drinks going for ten bucks a pop, I was doing better than I had done in years. My new swanky apartment was the perfect place to take a date. If my biceps weren’t enough to impress them into fucking me then that view of the Strip would usually do the trick.

Of course life hasn’t always been so good to old Bob. I started out dirt poor in a Podunk town in western Maryland. Seemed as long as I was there all I could do was find what ways I could to get into trouble. It was mostly petty stuff, but it was enough to keep me in and out of the state juvenile detention center for several years. After I got one of the hick local girls pregnant senior year, my parents threw me out for good. I wasn’t about to marry the stupid little bitch and be saddled with her and a trailer full of kids for the rest of my life so I took off. I managed to bum my way around the country for a few years doing whatever I could to get by.

That was until a judge in Kansas gave me the choice of boot camp or a year in the state pen. I had never been much for discipline but I hated the idea of some big muthafucker using my ass for a pussy more than I did having to salute some asshole officer. Turned out the judge did me a favor. The Army somehow managed to kick some sense into me. I got a high school diploma and grew up a whole lot in the four years Uncle Sam owned my ass. Still though with all that talk of the great training you get in the military, the only thing I really learned was a bunch of ways to kill a man. I left the Army with an honorable discharge, about five thousand dollars, a fit body and these biceps.

My last duty station had been Fort Huachuca, Arizona, right in the middle of the useless desert. But since I had no other place to go, I just headed into Tucson. I managed to get a job tending bar in some tourists trap place that was supposed to be an authentic western saloon. It was about as authentic as Disneyland. That job didn’t last long. Guess I wasn’t the cowboy type. I spent the next few years slinging drinks in a couple of joints in Tucson’s seamier areas. Finally I decided that I was going to die if I didn’t get the hell out of that town. So I cleaned out what little I had in the bank and stuck my thumb out on the ramp to I-10. I bummed around the southwest, tending bar from Phoenix to LA for five years before I finally settled in Vegas. There is always plenty of work for good bartenders in Glitter Gulch. Seems I worked in about every kind of place Sin City had, from swanky strip hotels to the seediest of North Vegas nudie bars. Sometimes my mouth got me in trouble; sometimes I just got bored. One time I got fired for fucking the owner’s daughter on the bar after closing. I guess the army didn’t completely straighten me out. Anyway, I like this new place and I plan on staying a good while.

 

[angelique127]

Jessica Ryan- exotic dancer

I had only been working at the club, here in Vegas, for about a week. Before that, I had danced at a club in Dallas, Texas, where I perfected my craft. I was more or less new to dancing, but with my good looks and nice fiqure, I managed to make lots of money. I went by my stage name, Angelique, onstage and off, for various reasons. Most of these had to do with my past...never in a thousand years though, would anybody back in Luxury, South Carolina, ever imagine that sweet, little ol' Jessica Ryan, a preacher's wife, would ever dare to get up on a stage and strip off her clothes for a roomful of strangers.

Of course, Vegas was thousands of miles away from small town, Luxury. I doubted that anyone would recognize me anyway...although, I was a natural blonde, I owned several wigs, and could be a brunette one night, and a redhead the next. Besides, with my new identity as Angelique Du Pont, and socail security number, I hoped my past wouldn't catch up to me. I had a new life, but in spite of my carreer, I didn't allow anyone to get to close...no dating the customers, was my number one rule, and I followed it to the letter.

I prepared myself in the dressing room, slipping into my black stockings, garter belt and heels, underneath a red, silk dress that would soon be discarded after the first song. I even donned a little red and black trimmed hat in my hair, which was piled high on my head.

Happy hour was about to begin...

 

[karnelman]

Bob Jenkins

Even tough I got all the opportunities I could want to watch the dancers shake their hot bodies from the comfort of my workstation, I liked walking around backstage occasionally on my breaks. I found it both interesting and amusing that a dancer that would happily shake her pussy in the face of some drunk idiot while strutting along the top of my bar, would be so damn shy backstage in her panties. Not all the girls were like that, of course, just a few. Then there was the new girl, Angelique. She seemed to enjoy teasing me every chance she got. Even though I was due to start pouring for the happy hour crowd, I hung around and watched her get ready for her first dance of the evening. It was sometimes more erotic watching the dancers get into their slutty costumes than it was seeing them strip off in front of a room full of slobbering fools. Someday I was going to get her hot ass into my penthouse, even if it meant using the one piece of information I had that she didn’t want anyone at the club to know. She didn’t know I knew who she really was and I frankly didn’t care about her past, but if I needed a bit of blackmail to get a taste of her hot little pussy I could deal with that. I wondered what little Jessica Ryan would think when I told her a story about a drifter from South Carolina I met while watching a little amateur stripper in a club in Dallas awhile back.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

OOC
Jason Williams, 34 yr old Englishman, in Vegas for a week long convention, staying in the Luxor.
5-10, sandy hair, brown eyes.
Recently split with his long term lover, who could not cope with his long hours at work.

IC
After eating in the Excalibur, I returned to my room, and freshened up a little, before venturing out. Shaving as close as possible, and adding a little cologne. I was not sure what the evening might hold, this being my first time in Vegas, but I was as ready as I could be, for anything.

The man controlling the cab stand, under the Sphynx, asked me where I wanted to go. Not quite sure, as I knew little or nothing of Vegas yet, I asked if he knew of a good strip club, hot, but not cheap and nasty.

"leave it with me Sir, Y`all wont be disappointed, trust me on that."

I had heard that tips were the thing here, so I slipped him $5 as I got in the cab, and before I knew it, I was stepping through the doorway, of what looked like a luxurious place to me. Of course, this was Vegas, and luxury seemed to be the norm here, as far as I could see. Noticing the big guy behind the bar, I spoke to him.

"Excuse me my good man, could I possibly have a cold beer please?"

 

[x-willow-x]

Mercedes Rivera

Born in Las Vegas, I was a born entertainer. I started playing the guitar at age seven and was singing before that. I was a rocker, something rare to find in Las Vegas among the flashy lounge singers and showgirls. I played a couple of gigs a month, usually, and made pretty good money. People seemed to like me because I was something fairly different than what you would normally find in Vegas. My family owned a hotel, just off the main drag in Vegas. Obviously it was nothing like the Ritz or a Hilton, but it was fairly large and well-stayed in. I lived there with my parents and younger sister, though we were all spread out across the hotel. I performed there occasionally, though my father didn't really approve of my music.

My rebellious stage that I went through when I was about 16 showed. I was tattooed and pierced, though not vulgarly. I had Jimi Hendrix's guitar tattooed on my lower back, and the "Leo" zodiac sign on my right shoulderblade, along with a couple of small stars on each of my wrists. My ears were each pierced a few times, as was my tongue and bellybutton. I had shoulder length black hair with long sweeping bangs that usually covered one eye. I still looked like I was seventeen, though I had been 22 for about seven months now. I was short, about 5'4'' and very slim, which partially accounted for my young stature.

I had been to most other strip clubs in Vegas, and none of them got the rave reviews that this place did. I had been referred here by one of my friends who talked about the guys that went there. Though, what few of my friends knew was that I enjoyed strip clubs for the ladies as well as the men.

As I walked in, happy hour was just getting started. The place was nicer than many I had been to and had many attractive men, as well as women. I walked to the bar and flashed the bartender a smile. "Can I get a martini, skip the olive?" I had hated green olives since childhood and always had to ask to have it left out.

 

[karnelman]

As soon as I had gotten back behind the bar I could tell it was going to be one of those evenings. My first customer a Brit had obviously mistaken me for someone else as he seemed to think I was his good man. I sure has hell had never been mistaken for good and I wasn’t anyone’s man. However, I kept my mouth in a smile as I served him a very overpriced beer. Next some thin little chick sauntered up to the bar with a smile that would have melted a fucking glacier. She ordered like she knew what she was doing, but even without the metal in her ears and the hair covering half her face she didn’t look anywhere near twenty-one. That confident shit might work with the dolts tending bar in one of the dives out on East St. Louis Ave., but here she better have at least a damn good fake ID if she expected to get served.

“Well sweet thing, I will be happy to splash some gin in a fancy glass for you as soon as you show me a picture of yourself on something that says you are a lot older than you look,” I said still flashing my happy bartender grin.

As I moved closer to her and waited for her to produce an ID, I realized she was a lot pretty than I noticed on first glance. In fact she was pretty damn sexy and a nice change from the usual made up broads I dealt with. I decided that even if her ID was a bad fake she would get her drink, though I kind of hoped she actually was over twenty-one. No way I would hit on a kid but if she was of age, she was fair game.

 

[x-willow-x]

“Well sweet thing, I will be happy to splash some gin in a fancy glass for you as soon as you show me a picture of yourself on something that says you are a lot older than you look,”

I rolled my eyes slightly, but obliged. I handed him my completely legitimate driver's license. "I know, I look seventeen, but as you can see, that's me on that little piece of plastic right there." As he studied my ID, I studied the extremely attractive bartender. His muscles rippled beneath the fitted shirt he wore and his beard and unruly hair made him even more attractive to me, despite the fact that he was obviously much older than I was.

He handed my ID back to me and nodded, seemingly satisfied. I relaxed slightly and put the card back in my small purse. "So, how about that martini?" I said with a slightly flirtatious tone.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Being somewhat unimpressed with the surliness of the bartender, and the prices, I decided to leave.

 

[karnelman]

She probably didn’t think I caught the way she rolled her eyes at being carded. Having tended bar for so long there wasn’t much I didn’t catch. Turned out she was definitely over the age of consent.

"So, how about that martini?"

She went from eye rolling to flirtatious in a blink of an eye. It had been a while since I took a tumble with someone her age. I wondered if she knew any tricks to match her rock n’ roll look and attitude as I fixed her drink. I hoped she would hang around while so I could get a chance to see if the flirty attitude might go anywhere. However, right then having served her the martini I had other thirsty customers to serve.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique exotic dancer

The bartender, and sometimes bouncer, Bob Jenkins had come backstage while I was getting dressed. Some of the girls seemed upset by this, but it hardly bothered me, because it paid to have the bouncer look out for you. My first night here, Bob had removed a rather intoxicated gentlemen who was not only obnoxious, but groping me every chance he got. He was warned once by Bob, but he didn't stop his inappropreiate behavoir. Big Bob took care of it, of course. Besides, he was an attractive guy, with all those big muscles and kind of reminded me of Luke Lacombe...the love of my life !

A little harmless flirting never hurt no one, anyhow...I was a southern belle, after all.

I listened, and heard the opening notes of my first song. The DJ introduced me and I walked onstage, pulling on my elbow length velvet gloves and immediately twirled around the pole.

' She's totally committed to major independance,
She's a lady through and through.
She gives them quite a battle, more than they can handle,
She'll bruise some, she'll hurt some too !

But ohhh...they love to watch her strut.
whoa....they do respect her but,
they love to watch her strut.

Although I didn't remove any clothing during my first song, I did reveal plenty of leg and a glimpse or two of of my silky, red thong...

 

[karnelman]

Bob Jenkins, Bartender/Bouncer

I winked at Angelique as she grabbed the pole and started to strut to her stuff as her song said. Somehow I was sure the bruises that lady gave were not the painful kind. Most of the guys at the bar immediately stopped drinking and started drooling when Angelique took the stage. I loved when one of the hotter girls started their act; it gave me time to catch up on my waitresses’ orders and to generally take a look around the room. I always liked to have the lay of the crowd, so I could spot the trouble before it started. After all, I couldn’t have my girls being pawed by some drunken conventioneer.

I had three trays of drinks filled for the waitresses in no time and could take a minute to watch the Angle on stage remove some the clothes I had not long ago watched her put on that sexy body. Always vigilant, I kept one eye on the show and the other on the room. I noticed one of my favorite waitresses come rushing into the room. I guess she had arrived late for her shift. I always wondered why with her looks and those great double-D’s she wasn’t on stage instead of dealing with the ass pinchers. Hell of a lot easier to make the big bucks shaking your stuff than pushing booze. I also wondered what it would be like to have her long, silky blond hair wrapped around my cock. But one night when I drove her home she told me all about her brainy fiancée. Though something in those blue eyes told me there was more to the story, I figured as long as she insisted she was engaged, her and I would just be friends.

 

[scribe_m]

I get to see beautiful women give lap dances to horny guys with hard cocks and make money doing it. The more I watch, the hornier I get and the closer I get to doing amateur night or even give lap dances.

Ericcson entered the club, his beige business suit slightly out of place. Sitting at one of the tables, he waited for his mates, who had travelled with him on this business trip. Unfortunately, he realized that he might be in the wrong place, but he realized it quite a few too many minutes later. Flipping down his cell phone, he sighed a bit, but realized that the scenery wasn't exactly bad here. He found a good place near the stage, and sat down to eye the view. The attractive woman approaching him obviously worked here, but as a waitress, or as a dancer? Faking his way, he smiled at her, as he waved a twenty-dollar bill.

OOC: Or let me know if you'd like a duet for amateur night with Angela. And do PM me some of your f/f pictures.


Scribe.

 

[x-willow-x]

Mercedes

Almost immediately after the bartender had served me my drink, the show started. I sipped my martini and watched the stage approvingly. I wasn't as obvious about my attraction as the drooling, horny guys were, but I watched the girl on stage and enjoyed it. Her song choice fit her dance moves perfectly and her long legs were certainly a pleasure to look at.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique exotic dancer

As the first song ended, the second and much slower song started. A lone bright red light was shining down on the stage, and a mist rose from the smoke machine...

'When you wake up, do you look in the mirror ?
Who do you think of, does he look like me ?
When you make love, do you say that it's forever'
Do you think twice, or is it touch and see ?'

With my back to the audience, I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on my red dress. Holding the silky materail to my breasts with my gloved hands, I twirled around on my heel, facing the customers. I let my dress fall to the floor, and stepped aside, and leaned against the pole, with my eyes closed...slowly I sunk to my knees, still covering my breasts.

' I don't wanna touch you to much baby,
Making love to you might drive me crazy.
I know you think that love is the way you make it,
I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it.

Love bites, love bleeds,
it's bringing me to my knees...

I was lying on my back now, twisting and rolling about the stage, parting my legs every so often, showing off my tiny little red thong. Turning over, I got on my hands and knees, and with my almost naked butte in the air, began thrusting back and forth invitingly...being so close to the edge, I saw a man stand and slip a bill into my thong. I gave him a seductive smile and gripping the pole, I stood up again, shaking my ass to the music....

Love pleads, love dies,
it's no surprise !
Love begs, love bleeds, it's what I need.

My movements were graceful, as I spun around the pole, only to kneel in front of the eager men and women, who offered money. I cupped my large, round and bare titties together, licking my pert nipples, aware that the customers were filling my thong with cash...

 

[karnelman]

Bob, bartender

As Angelique’s second song came on and her red dress dropped to the floor, I realized I had been neglecting my customers. Not that any of them seemed to have noticed I hadn’t come around for a few minutes. As for myself, it hadn’t been all that long since I watched the sexy dancer cover her nakedness up; I could stand to miss the dropping of the next piece of clothing. Although, I have to admit I did like seeing her show off those magnificent tits of hers. As I checked around the bar, I found as expected that all the guys were far too mesmerized by the show to be ready to order a refill. I looked toward the young woman who needed ID to prove she was old enough to order a martini figuring she would at least be more interested in drinking than ogling Angelique’s body. To my surprise she seemed pretty interested in the show. Unlike the guys she wasn’t all glassy-eyed though.

So I strolled over to her end of the big mahogany bar, dumping ashtrays and wiping up spills along the way. I didn’t want it to look like I was zeroing on her. No sense in putting her on the defensive. I hoped she was bi and not a lesbian because she seemed like she might be a wild one in bed.

“Ready for a refill?” I asked casually.

All I got was a nod and I quickly made her another, remembering to leave out the olive. I severed it and stood with my side toward her as I gave a quick look back at the stage area.

“She is a hot one and really knows how to put what she has out there, if you know what I mean,” I said with a wink as I tried to make conversation. “Hope I am not intruding on a fantasy, but I seldom get such a sexy lady at my bar. I mostly have to deal with slobbering idiots. It is very nice to find a sexy young gal that appreciates a talent exotic dancer.”

 

[x-willow-x]

Mercedes

“She is a hot one and really knows how to put what she has out there, if you know what I mean,” I said with a wink as I tried to make conversation. “Hope I am not intruding on a fantasy, but I seldom get such a sexy lady at my bar. I mostly have to deal with slobbering idiots. It is very nice to find a sexy young gal that appreciates a talent exotic dancer.”

I smiled up at the bartender and nodded. "She is one talented girl." I said, a note of approval in my voice. "Good song selection, too." I sipped my martini and turned to face him, leaning on the bar slightly. "As for not getting pretty girls in the bar, I don't buy it. They'd come just to have you pour their drinks." I said playfully.

"I understand the slobbering idiots part- I'm a musician and guys mostly come to my gigs to see if I'll strip. Which, not gonna happen on stage. I quite prefer to keep my private parts in private." I laughed lightly and pushed my hair out of my face, studying him more intently. I liked his eyes, a warm hazel color, and his voice was incredibly sexy as well. I knew if this night went like I wanted, I'd end up bringing him back to the hotel with me.

"By the way, I'm Mercedes, in case you didn't catch the name on my ID."

 

[karnelman]

"As for not getting pretty girls in the bar, I don't buy it. They'd come just to have you pour their drinks."

I think I actually blushed upon hearing her flirty compliment. It had been awhile since a hot woman as young as her had indicated that they found me attractive. I am sure this caused me to puff out my chest just a bit.

"I understand the slobbering idiots part- I'm a musician and guys mostly come to my gigs to see if I'll strip. Which, not gonna happen on stage. I quite prefer to keep my private parts in private." "By the way, I'm Mercedes, in case you didn't catch the name on my ID."

I couldn’t help but to laugh along with her. I had seen so many tits and pussies as a bartender in strip joints that I had pretty much forgotten some girls still considered them private parts.

“Nice to meet you, Mercedes, I’m Bob. As for women coming in here for a drink, even if everyone was as kind about me as you, most women are way too intimidated by both the dancers and the patrons to come into a strip club, even a nice one like this place. Excuse me a second, that fellow over there seems to be thirsty…Now don’t run off one me!”

I quickly drew another beer for one of the guys who had taken enough time away from his hooting at Angelique to wave at me like I was some bellhop at the Luxor. Since he was a regular and tipped well, I treated him well even though I was nothing more than the lowly hired help to him. I just smiled knowing that he probably lived in some crappy suburban tract house way out Charleston Boulevard that my condo looked down upon. I refilled a few more glasses and as quick as I could I got back to Mercedes.

“So, what we were talking about? Oh yes I think it was something about your private parts and stripping. No interest in trying out the pole? You know a hot girl like you could make more than the president, most of it tax free. If it is the slobbering idiots that worry you, I would always be here to protect you!’ I said with a smile and a wink trying to add my best Sean Connery suave to my cheesy patter. “Then again I do enjoy private shows. You said musician, right? Where might I catch your act?”

 

[x-willow-x]

Mercedes

“So, what we were talking about? Oh yes I think it was something about your private parts and stripping. No interest in trying out the pole? You know a hot girl like you could make more than the president, most of it tax free. If it is the slobbering idiots that worry you, I would always be here to protect you!’ I said with a smile and a wink trying to add my best Sean Connery suave to my cheesy patter. “Then again I do enjoy private shows. You said musician, right? Where might I catch your act?”

I grinned. "Sorry, no interest in the pole. But, thank you for the offer. Besides, I can't really dance. I'm much better at rocking out with my guitar than trying to be alluring and sexy." I pushed my hair back out of my eyes and took another sip of my drink. "I play wherever I can get a gig. Mostly run-down punk clubs and coffee houses. My parents own The Bellezza, so I sometimes play there. My dad doesn't really like my music, though. He calls it undignified and trashy and untrue to my heritage. He thinks I should be playing the Spanish guitar and fixing quesadillas in the kitchen of the hotel."

I smiled at him sweetly, realizing I was ranting about my family. "Sorry," I said, blushing lightly. "What do you do when you're not protecting the innocent strippers and tending this amazing bar?"

 

[karnelman]

"I play wherever I can get a gig. Mostly run-down punk clubs and coffee houses. My parents own The Bellezza, so I sometimes play there. My dad doesn't really like my music, though. He calls it undignified and trashy and untrue to my heritage. He thinks I should be playing the Spanish guitar and fixing quesadillas in the kitchen of the hotel, "Sorry," I said, blushing lightly. "What do you do when you're not protecting the innocent strippers and tending this amazing bar?"

“You don’t strike me as a quesadilla chef, but I would bet tonight’s tips that you can set a rock n’ roll stage on fire. As to what I do when I am not here, that pretty much depends on what company I manage to find myself in; you know Vegas, always plenty to do. On the rare night I am off, I like to hit the clubs and check out the local music scene. If I manage to open my eyes while the sun is still up I keep a four-wheeler out at a friend’s place in Overton. There are some nice secluded spots out in the valley of fire to ride. Seems lately though I am spending a lot of time enjoying the view from my new place. I moved into a condo in that new building across from the Stratosphere. Nothing like being able to look down on old Stevie Wynn.”

I quickly made a sweep around the bar offering refills as more of Angelique’s clothing hit the floor. Then I fixed Mercedes another martini without asking if she wanted a refill. Only this time I used a bottle of South Gin from my private stash, not the well brand.

“Here you go babe, try this one, on me. I think you will find this gin very tasty.” I said as I slid the fancy martini glass in front of her.

I casually took the one she was sipping out of her hand. When I did our fingers touched for just a moment. I gave her a wink and wondered if she felt the spark too. Suddenly I found myself wishing that I didn’t have so many more hours until quitting time. I was already picturing making love to my sexy new friend with the lights of the strip below us.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique exotic dancer

The third and last song of the set blasts out of the sound system. Joe Walsh's guitar opening with a talk box fills the room. Angelique, clad only in her thong, stockings and heels, begins shaking her ass, holding on to the pole...


' Tell us what you're gonna do tonight mama,
their must be some place you can go,
in the middle of the tall drinks and the drummer,
their must be someone you know.
God knows you're looking good enough,
but you're so smooth and the world's so rough
you get what ever you chose.
Oh no pretty mama, once you started wearing those shoes ! '

By the second verse, she is once again on her back, her legs split wide, but this time her finger pulls aside the thin materail covering her pussy, showing off what they really want to see...giving them a glimpse of heaven ! She rolls away, her body writhing about, crawling on her hands and knees, holding the crowd spellbound as she does. Angelique arches her back, scissors her legs, going through all the motions, with a pouty, but naughty expression on her face. She sits up and sucks her manicured finger, the eyes closed, pretending to be sucking something else...

As the song ends Angelique scoops up the many bills littering the stage into her hat. Next, she will work the crowd, dancing from table to table, available for a private lap dance, in a quite and exclusive corner...

 

[x-willow-x]

“You don’t strike me as a quesadilla chef, but I would bet tonight’s tips that you can set a rock n’ roll stage on fire. As to what I do when I am not here, that pretty much depends on what company I manage to find myself in; you know Vegas, always plenty to do. On the rare night I am off, I like to hit the clubs and check out the local music scene. If I manage to open my eyes while the sun is still up I keep a four-wheeler out at a friend’s place in Overton. There are some nice secluded spots out in the valley of fire to ride. Seems lately though I am spending a lot of time enjoying the view from my new place. I moved into a condo in that new building across from the Stratosphere. Nothing like being able to look down on old Stevie Wynn.”

"Wow," I said, impressed. "Sounds nice and secluded. I, unfortunately, still live with my family. We are all spread out across the hotel, though. And I try to not be there as much as possible, because my parents like to make me work. I do get to play at the hotel, sometimes though, which is good 'cause, hey, free publicity. But my mom and dad approve of my music even less than my...erm...body art." I rolled my eyes, then doing a perfect impression of my mother's high-pitched heavily-accented Spanish voice. "A respectable young lady should not be on stage playing rock and roll music. She should be trying to find a nice, young, Catholic boy to marry and have babies with." I laughed lightly.

“Here you go babe, try this one, on me. I think you will find this gin very tasty.” I said as I slid the fancy martini glass in front of her

I smiled as the alcohol was creating a very warm buzzing sensation in the pit of my stomach. Of course, that warm sensation could have been created just as well by his quick, fleeting fingers on my own hand. "So..." I took another sip of the martini. "Do you have anything exciting planned for when you get off work tonight?" I gave him a mischevious look, lightly licking the few drops of alcohol left on my lips.

 

[karnelman]

"So..." I took another sip of the martini. "Do you have anything exciting planned for when you get off work tonight?"

I was very pleasantly surprised that such a sexy young woman seemed to be interested in finding something exciting to do with me. Of course I knew exactly what I would find to be exciting later and it had to do with having her legs wrapped around me with her naked thighs squeezing me to get my cock deeper inside her. But it remained to be seen if she would stay interested until my shift ended.

“Got no plans yet but as far excitement later that most likely depends on whether a rocker girl I recently met would like to hang out at my bar until my shift is over. In that case I could be persuaded to offer her look at the coolest view on the North Strip..oh and we could catch that view from the private hot tub on the balcony,” I said in my best wanna fuck me tone. “Damn, speaking of shifts I see I got work to do. They always get real thirsty when Angelique comes off the stage.”

I quickly checked on the bar patrons and filled the waitress’s orders. As I was doing so I managed to call Angelique over and ask her to give my little rocker chick a passby, maybe shake her tits real close. Once the orders were caught up I signaled the other bartender that I was taking a break and returned to Mercedes.

“Hey I just got lucky, got a fifteen minute break. Care to sit at a table with me and have another drink?”

I had already drawn me a beer and fixed her another martini. I wanted to get her to a table where Angelique would be able to come by to collect the c-note I offered her.

 

[angelique127]

Angelique exotic dancer

Angelique was about to work the bar when the goodlooking, buffed bartender called her over to ask a favor. She smiled, agreeing, of course...he was trying to impress a very young, but very beautiful, if not an exotic thing ! Besides, Bobby was known to tipp the dancers quite generously.

Making my way past the mostly male patrons sitting at the bar, I ignored them and the comments they made. I slithered proudly by the young woman and gave her an inviting smile, and a wink...hoping that they both would come to my favorite, glass top table, complete with a brass pole in the center...

Couples were my specailty....

 

[x-willow-x]

"Got no plans yet but as far excitement later that most likely depends on whether a rocker girl I recently met would like to hang out at my bar until my shift is over. In that case I could be persuaded to offer her look at the coolest view on the North Strip..oh and we could catch that view from the private hot tub on the balcony,”

I smiled mischeviously at his tone. "Well, in that case, I might be persuaded to stick around and drink these fantastic martinis until a certain burly bartender is done with his shift."

I knew the night was going to end well no matter what when I saw him talking to the dancer who had just gotten off the stage, Angelique, he called her. She then passed by me, flashing me one of the flirtiest and sexiest smiles I had ever seen.

“Hey I just got lucky, got a fifteen minute break. Care to sit at a table with me and have another drink?”

"That sounds great," I said, taking the drink and following him to a small table in the corner. The tabletop was glass and had a pole jutting out of the middle of it. This looks promising... I thought as I took a seat at the table.