Millionaires ( open )

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OOC: This roleplay is about an infamous stripper named Vonne [ Von-E ] Zine at an exclusive dollhouse called The Roger’s Club in Las Vegas and the private couplings with the men and women associated with her work there as an exotic dancer. Anyone can join this thread and all sexual themes are allowed excluding bestiality and scat. If you would like to join, please note that you can only roleplay as a visitor to the club. Possibly in the future, I will open up another position for a stripper after so many people join up.

IC:

Name: Vonne Zine
Age: 18
Status: Single, 5’10 and weighing 125, Vonne had long legs that she kept a light bronze from the local tanning booth. Her stomach was crunched into a 4 pack as well as an ass that could lift a brick with it’s toned firmness. She has long, chestnut hair with golden blonde highlights that is baby soft and easily run through with her fingers. Her blue eyes are captivating, especially as she lines them with a layer of smokey black before any set. Her lips are as juicy as Angelina Jolie’s while her attitude is more like Demi Moore in Striptease. Her sets consist of outfits that she personally makes herself and music that she remixes to fit her style of dancing, wild, sultry, and unique. She prefers to high rise thongs to low and always insists on wearing lacy, satin BLACK lingerie as she hates latex and will only wear it for the highest paying customer.
Backstroke: A beautiful Hawaiian Tropic bikini model turned stripper, the then Vonne was actually named Amanda. She was one of the prettiest girls in her whole high school, let alone the most beautiful of her class. In school, she was preoccupied with her boyfriends and socialite atmosphere, and she forgot to pay attention in class, which made it hard for her to do much after high school. She enrolled at the local community college, but her mother was as poor as ever. Her father was a deadbeat. After an amateur wet tee-shirt contest brought in the dollars for Amanda, she decided she could make her living from her body and pursued it vigorously, joining all of the amateur contests as well as signing up for the Hawaiian Tropic contest. She spent three months in the competition and won 1st place, getting a contract for this and that, but as it were to happen, she had a blowout with the photographer of the calendar that landed her canceled. After that, she was never allowed back in the competitions with her real name, so she changed it to Vonne Zine and found herself at amateur strip nights more than anything else. She brought in the most money on those nights in Las Vegas. That was when Furthing Rogers offered her a job at his very exclusive club, a paradise amidst paradise that was little known to those who were not high rollers. She jumped at the offer of being showcased at such a bar, where she would finally be stripping for those who could afford to pay her bills and then some.

Roleplay:


The music was about to start, and Vonne was given her one minute warning. She looked at her facial features in the light of her dressing room. The mirror showed her eyes highlighted by the dark liner and shadow, bringing out the crystallized ice of her deep sapphire hues. Her black lipstick was glossed to a brimming glitter along her coral lips. She looked so very like a dark fairy that night as she wore an angel’s costume consisting of large Wings like a Victoria’s Secret Model would wear on the runway. She tried to tell herself that was what she was preparing herself for, the flash of cameras and a simple walk down a platform over millions of eyes, whose only focus was how she looked and not what they were gonna get from her sexually. Standing, her ass clenched with the black latex thong running in up and over her hips, in between the lips of her womanhood, and then there was the bra, pushing up her natural 36c breasts to where they creased in an abundant exploitation of her chest. Perfectly rounded mounds that bounced as she catwalked to side stage were apart of the reason that she was so popular as they were not scarred by plastic surgery or stretch marks, a real blessing that almost made Vonne believe she was destined for this sort of work. That was always her worst nightmare.


The delectable brunette stood in her mesh stockings stretched like her tight tan skin against her legs, ending in leather pointed heels that raised her up 6 inches more than she already was by her own tall height. Swallowing, she was always just a little bit anxious before a set, and her pulse rose along with a slight glisten on her brow. Wiping it away with the touch of her finger to her brow, Vonne received her cue that the music was starting, a pounding bass beat with techno beat laced into it’s rhythm. She waited through the introduction, ready to sashay out just as the girl’s voice started to speak. Once the breathy voice started with, “I like the innocent type, deer in the headlight, rockin’ me all night, flexing his might, doing it right, keeping me tight, taking a bite out of the Peach tonight.” By the spoken word of tonight, she was at the end of the stage and all eyes were drawn to graceful moves, luxurious kicks in the air and rolls of her hips matched with the movement of her shoulders back and forth. Her head swung low and around, shaking her glossy locks out of the loose bun that had been keeping the captive. Any man with a dick ignored their beers and cigarettes for THIS show, she mused as she danced, expertly moving around the stage to give everyone a peak. With the release of fog to across the floor of the platform, three poles were brought up. As the cheers and whistled showed their approval for naughtier showcase, it was time for her to bring out the whore that she pretended to be on stage.....

 

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*pushes this baby up some*

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The call:

The phone in Roger's rings, "Hello Roger's how may I help you?

"Yes, I was in last night and watched the show.
"I have two questions to ask.
"One to the dancers do private shows and if so two how much would it cost to have Vonne do one for me on her night off, for the entire night of course."

'Alll a live one,' the manager thinks then replies, "Yes the do sir and Yes Vonne does private shows on her night off if the money's right
"She's gets $250.00 an hour with a 2 hours minimum and for the whole night it would cost a flat $1,500 paid in advance plus any tip you may give her."

"I'll take her," he says and gives his Platinum card number and says to have her come to his penthouse suite at the top of the Luxor tomorrow night since that's when she's off. "She's to bring all of her toys and very sexy lingere too. Also either thigh highs or garter and stocking and heels.

"She'll be there at 8PM Sir. Thank you and g'bye for now. Let us know if we can serve you again."

 

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She finished the set 1600 dollars richer and bare assed, which was how it usually went for the lady lovely. She made all the money in the club because she knew just how to twist her body and knew which customers would keep on giving--and how to be confident while still needing their money. She took the robe off of the door of her dressing room and brought it around her naked body, chilled from the freezing temperatures of backstage. The men had been gentlemanly tonight, especially the fat mob boss looking fellow down front. He contributed 1,000 dollars to her moneymaker and asked for more, but fortunately for herself, she was not a prostitute and kept her intercourse only to those who knew her away from the limelight of the dollhouse. As the beauty started to clean up her bureau, she could not believe she had completely missed the envelope sitting plainly on top of everything. With mild curiosity, she figured that it was another invitation to strip at a party of some sort, something that she rarely did unless the payout was over 3,000 dollars. This was listed for a private gentleman, only one it seemed, and he had already paid part of it up front. Sighing, she set it down, none more interested than usual, seeing as how it was always the same with private dances and such. They were all cuckold husbands looking for a dirty lay, but they were sorely mistaken when they found out they weren’t paying for sex, just dancing naked around them. That was good enough in her book as she was conceited enough to believe that her body was the hottest of all the dancers at the club.

Stroking her long tendrils, she turned the note over that had been inside the enveloped, finding an address of the Hotel and the suite number, the name: Sir. That was a little different. Usually, the men were rather stupid about giving their real name, always putting down names like McGiver or Brad Pitt. It was always a topic of amusement, but this one was more serious. Sir, she thought, thinking that over. She raised her brows and sighed, already moving on to the next event in her life, getting home and going to sleep--now that her one day off was taken away by whoever the fuck this was. She would make their visit short. Her payout had been good that night, and besides, she didn’t exactly need the money all that bad anymore. She was living a better life than anyone could have guessed, seeing as she saved what she could. She would give him a show and that was all, nothing would change with how she felt towards the male species, dogs, dirty, cheaters, liars, arrogant...

The next night, sharply at 7:55, she made her way to the elevator in a charming little black dress which actually left much to the imagination as it was just low enough to show off some cleavage. The ends of the dress fluttered around her mid-thigh, and her hair was done into classy waves along with exquisite makeup. She looked nothing like a stripper, more or less, a model of some sort, sophisticated and modern in her heels that clicked loudly when she walked across the marble floors to the gentleman’s suite. With a quick motion, she set her jaw and sultry stare forward while holding the back in her right hand with ease. It contained two more outfits, one of pure latex leather with an option corset, and the other made of white satin and feathers, the typical angel or devil routine. It also contained dildos of different sizes, a dolphin ring, and other little pleasuring devices. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be contributing to his voyeurism that night, but if so, she was prepared and ready. Shaking away a piece of blonde from her eyes, she waited for the door to open and view the man she was supposed to be pleasing that night.

 

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Sir:

He answers the door himself having given his valet the night off. Opening it he looks down at her from his 6'5" height and smiles, "Good even Vonne, would you come in."

His hair is styled and black and grey at the temples and he has black, black eyes and an athletic and fit seeming body under the imported Egyptian cotton shirt that cost at least 200.00 and we wearly obviously custom tailored trouser and handmade loafers.

He stands aside as she enters the closes and uses the remote in his pocket to double lock the doors for ensured privacy as he takes her arm and leads her into a sumptious living room with a glass wall that over looks the city and all of it's lights.

"If you wish you may put your bag in the bedroom," he says pointing to a door and as we have all evening and night why don't we relax a bit and talk."

 

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When her eyes looked over him, finally meeting with his own eyes, she sensed he was different just be the way he wasn’t already half naked with a bottle of beer in his hand, ready to fuck her if she gave the word. Looking around, she had been in plenty of places like this before, but that had to be the best view she had ever seen. She stared at it, almost enjoying the look of the city in the light of this penthouse. At his words, she suddenly remembered where she was and let out a breath of renewed reminder as to that she was a stripper for a living and that she was here on a house call. When had she brought herself this low? She kept her chin up, never letting her thoughts seep through to her face, which was firmly set into a look of placid discontent. Upon coming back into the living room, she stood there for a moment, wondering if he wished for her to sit next to him or across from him in the chair that was placed next to the loveseat sofa. She chose the chair, crossing her velvety smooth legs over each other, strategically placed towards him and tried to look a little bit happy and relaxed. This situation seemed so different than others, and she could not help but grow sad all of a sudden that the two of them had to meet under this condition...It would not allow for her to give all that she could to him, but she did not even understand why she was having this thought growing inside of her head after meeting the man just a moment before. Couldnt’ help it, she was drawn to him for some reason.

Her nipples perked to attention as the icy AC blew right onoto her upper shoulders and bar back as the dress crisscrossed across it in black spaghetti straps, showing that was in fact not wearing a bra. The thong was riding far up into her crotch for it was a thing g-string, made to reveal no pantylines under such a precious dress as the one she wore. She licked her lips and brought her eyes to his, smiling a little as their eyes held each others, she almost felt like she was 16 again, which only made her smile even more. She passed it off as first timer nerves and said in a modest tone, “What would you like to start off with tonight?”

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir:

"Why to know what you'd like for dinner and if you'd like a drink Vonne.
"The bar's well stocked so you may have just about anything you wish, including coffee, tea, juice or a soda," he replies quietly his eyes never leaving hers and hardly blinking. Just looking at her and into her eyes.

 

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She didn't know if she could make small talk for the rest of the night, especially over dinner, she had just been expecting to come here and dance. The last she held an intellectual conversation during one of her private couplings was, well, never, actually. She stood and walked to the bar, mixing herself a drink with vodka, rum, and some other juice inside of it. With one swig, she automatically felt a little bit better. Turning to him and finding him still looking at her, she was used to being stared at but not in a way that made her uncomfortable. She could usually handle whatever type of man came her way, but this one seemed content to just look at her. Well, she guessed that she would like something with pasta to eat, "I guess some sort of Italian dish...if you can make that." She arched her left brow and smirked, thinking that he would probably say no and call for room service, like they all did. She was always so difficult with the men that she visited, they paid her to work them mentally and physically, blow their minds. It was such a great job.

Taking a step towards him, she finished the drink and placed it on the table as she stood looking down to him. She tilted her head to the side and was somewhat curious, "Or were you wanting me to try and cook for you? Is that what you brought me up here to do?"

 

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Sir:

"Actually I enjoy cooking Vonne," he says looking up at her, not at her swelling breasts, but into her blue eyes. "How about either spagetti or lasgana? I have sauce and the ingredents to it's a matter of you choose the pasta type you'd prefer."

"Oh and I'll have an Old Forrester bourbon and ginger ale in a tall glass with a lot of ice please. Nice of you to ask what I'd like to drink," he says rising to his feet and looking down into her eyes again. "Tell me which you prefer and I'll start the pasta as you make and bring me my drink Vonne."