My first night as a stripper.....

[dansemajik]

OOC: this thread is open to men, women, who want to watch, or participate. IT is a strip club, attended by the elite. Jazz is a very pretty blonde, long flowing curls, baby doll lips, classic lines cheeks, and nose. Eyes that sparkle like emeralds. Her story follows....



IC:
Here I was, In this pit of a town. No cash. My asshole boyfriend took off with every penny I had saved. I had slept in a doorway last night and wasn't looking forward to sleeping in another one.

I walk down the street, wondering what I was going to do for dinner tonite. I stopped in front of a door, reaching into the pocket of my faded jeans. I pulled out .85 cents. I wanted to just sit down on the sidewalk and cry. I hated this. I was strong. I was intelligent. How had I got myself in this situation?

Suddenly, the door I was standing at opened up. A huge burly guy came out. He was dressed in a shiny black suit, with very thin pinstripes. He smelled expensive. His hair was dark almost black, His eyes, were black. His eyes travelled over me, slowly, as if inspecting me. "You." he said. I looked around to see who he was talking to. "Hey, you there, girlie" He said again. I put my finger to my chest and said, "Me?" "Who else?" he said. He waved my unasked questions aside. "You dance? I need a dancer for tonite. I pay you $500.00, plus you keep your tips." I just stared at him, my eyes narrowed. I sure could use the cash, but something was up. that much money meant you did something besides dance. "you want me to dance, for $500.00?" I asked. He nodded and took me by my elbow and escorted me into the building. It was dark, lots of tables, dark red carpeting on the floor, a huge stage in the middle of the room, a bar surrounding the stage. It dawned on me. He wanted me to "DANCE" strip. "You see? I need a girl for tonite." He looked at me. I couldn't breathe. "Yes. I can dance. I will dance for you tonite."

He nodded. "I am Marco, you are?" I shook his hand and told him my name. "Jasmine, my friends call me Jazz." He looked at me closer. "How old are you Jazz?" "18" He nodded and pointed me to the dressing rooms, "the other girls are in there. They will help you. Have fun tonite" He pushed me off towards the far wall, and I made my way slowly into the dressing rooms. I opened the door, and found myself in the midst of chaos...Bright lights, several girls sitting around makeup tables, in various stages of undress. "you must be the new girl" one of them said, "have a seat. We'll get you fixed up."

"there is a private party tonite, and Toni walked out. The party is for a rich guy who likes his girls blonde and beautiful. I think you will do well. We have two hours to get you presentable. You watch us, and then you will figure out how to do this kay?" I was more terrified than I had been my entire life.

 

[ManOSafety]

Jeff

I had just gotten out of the shower and was trying to figure out what to wear tonight. The party was supposed to be something special, but I didn't know exactly what was going to happen. Deciding on the dressy casual look, I pull on a pair of khakis, a mock turtleneck and a blazer, figuring I can always ditch the blazer if I need to.

Driving downtown, finding the address on the invitation, I look around, wondering if this is really the right place. Not too sure, I decide to sit in the car and wait to see if someone I know shows up.

OOC: Oh yeah, a description...33, 6'2", 205, fairly athletic build, brown hair and deep, brown eyes, once described by an overly romantic girlfriend as teddy bear eyes. Attending a friend's party and never been to a strip show.

 

[mfucker]

IC: Candy, 26, 5'7, 36DD-24-36

I've been around the business for more than half a decade; I was pretty hot in the scene, I still am probably. There was a time when I would be requested for every night.

Jazz the new girl kinda reminded me of my past; youth radiated from her sweet face. Mine had left me long ago; been in the business for too long.

I snubbed my cigarette and walked over to her, extending my hand in greeting. She was a shy girl, and after we got the formalites over and done with, I probed a little about her life.

Dumped. Penniless. Stuck in a strip joint. Sounds all to familar. I told her not to worry about tonight; men don't really care about how well you dance, it's your body that matters. She had a great one.

My show was scheduled just before hers; I told her to watch me carefully. I had my ways to get extra tips.

 

[catlover]

frank

i sat in the dark in the strip club, getting my eyes focused to the dark while i checked out the talent on the stage and sipped my apple juice.

A thin blonde danced listlessly, acting as tho she was about 3/4 asleep, as the music pounded in the air. soon the dance was over and the announcer made some comment about getting her over for a table or a couch dance. She did come by my table but i wasnt ready yet - i wanted to look at the rest of the inventory first

Then the announcement was made for the next dancer, a girl named Jazz. Out came a cute young girl that acted as if this was her first time on stage. She lost no time in losing her clothes, and really danced quite well. Soon she was down to a G string, with her very nice tits swaying to the music as she swung around the pole. At a break in the music, she stood with her back to the audience, bent over to sort of touch her toes, showing off a very curvy and luscious ass. She straightened and unfastened the clasp on the side of her garment, and it fell to the floor. Completely naked, she turned and faced us with a very nice smile. The music began again and she danced across the stage, ending up on the floor with her legs in the air and spread showing us everything. I couldnt wait for her to come to my table so i could get a table dance, or even better yet, take her into the VIP lounge for a special dance up close

[Edited by catlover on 10-14-2000 at 02:38 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: Cat Lover. Do you even read the threads before you start writing? You CAN NOT create what my character or anyone elses is doing. You may write for yourself. This is a private party. Not just open to the public. You are welcome to remain, but you must let others write for themselves....If you can't maintain, you will be asked to leave once again.


IC:I shook Candy's hand. She made me feel a little more comfortable. I had a studied creative danse my entire life, but I didn't know how to strip. "Candy, I will need your help. How do I take my clothes off while I danse? What do I wear out there?" I could feel myself close to panic. "Whose the party for anyway?" I asked her. I wondered if a drink would help me any. I saw a bottle of Jack Black sitting on one of the tables, and started to grab it....

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian DiBiaggio - The RICH guy.

OOC: Sebastian is son to one of the most influencial crime heads in the city - Nicolas DiBiaggio. The DiBiaggio family's interests extended far and wide, from casinos, to prostitution, and drug trafficking (of course, behing the guise of a "legitimate" business). Tonight was Sebastian's 21st birthday, and his father has decided to throw this "party" for him.

Sebastian is of course of Italian lineage, and it certainly showed in his features. Short black hair, dark eyes, and tall (6'0) and atheletic (150lbs), a result of hours of training with his personal trainer. His dad was never one for weak-links. Tonight he's dressed in a tailor made black suit, a silver/ grey shirt and a matching tie...

IC: I took a sip of the whisky, and swished the golden brown liquid around in my mouth, allowing everybit of the taste seep through into my palette and tongue. I licked my lower lip and smiled as the next girl came out. She was a petite girl, blonde, with deep gray eyes. Her strip was quite an act, stripping right down to her white lace thong.. I turned to face Dad, there was a peculiar look on his face...

"You know this lady do you father?..."

"Yes, son, in fact I do. Jennecka Winters her name is... one of my secretaries at the firm."

I smirked.

"Neat. I didn't think you liked mixing your two ... eh.. businesses together. Or pleasure with business for that matter."

"Never you mind."

I rolled my eyes at Dad as I saw one of my friends come through the door... It was Jeff. I excused myself from the table and went to greet him.

(OOC: By the way, sorry ManOSafety, I just realized that you were still in your car supposedly. But I couldn't think of a way of getting you in unless someone else arrived. So can we just say you got sick of waiting and came in anyway?)

[Edited by Tyriel on 10-15-2000 at 12:19 AM]

 

[R Nitelight]

Tom Bates

OOC: Tom Bates. 29 years old. Five-ten, one-seventy. Brown hair, brown eyes almost hidden behind thick coke-bottle glasses.

IC:

I walked up to the bank teller and handed her the withdrawal slip. The pretty teller flashed me a friendly professional smile as she processed my transaction.
"Five hundred dollars, sir," she said. "Would you like that in twenties, or....
"Singles," I said. "Nothing but singles."
The teller flashed me a puzzled look, but complied with my request.
I stuffed the thick bundle of bills in my inside-jacket pocket. I smiled at the thought of all the fun I would have tonight when I went to the strip club.

[Edited by R Nitelight on 10-15-2000 at 05:14 PM]

 

[dansemajik]

I looked at the out fits that hung on the rack...

I looked at the clothes I had to chose from. I knew I couldn't go out there in my jeans and leather jacket. It would be hard to get out of the jeans...So I looked at the violent colors, the feathers, the sequins, and finally stopped. There in the back, sort of pushed beyone all else was the outfit I would wear out ont that stage. I was told I had another 45 minutes to get ready. I pulled the hanger out. It was a black dress, mid thigh in length, split up to the hips on both sides. The dress was clingy jersey with some silvery threads woven thru it. the straps were spaghetti thin, and it would be simple to remove it. I dug in my back pack, and pulled out a black silk thong.

I then sat on one of th stools and began piling my hair loosely on top of my head. Curls cascaded down my back from the high pony tail I had gathered. I borrowed a strip of black sequined ribbon from one of the other girls, and wrapped it around the pony holder. Then I began painting my face. Deep gray eyeshadow, thick black liner, made my eyes look larger, and more blue. I applied blush to my cheek hollows, bringing out the natural shadows. Then my lips. Blood red lipstick, no need for liner, my lips were nearly perfect. I dusted some glitter powder over my shoulders, and chest, on to my stomach and the tops of my thighs. I pulled the dress over my head. My breasts were a C-cup. Nicely shaped, perky, firm. I was not real tall, but my legs were long and slender. My ass Was firm, and high. I looked good...I turned to Candy, "Well, what do you think?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Don Nicholas 'Vesuvius' Di Biaggio

OOC: I play older bosses really well..lol Don Nicholas has ruled the city with an iron hand for over 15 years; he took over after 'Big Hammer' Carella met with an untimely accident. I own this joint and dozens like it throughout the area. Oh, my nickname, 'Vesuvius' is a recognition of my explosive fury when I am displeased. Many have found that the term 'swim with the fishes' applies to them if they cross me. I'm a bit heavy, about 5'10", 50+, cold expression, and blue eyes - odd for an Italian.

Glancing around the room - missing nothing, I see my manager, Marco, and several soldiers watching the room and the door (can't be too careful). My only son is a bit wild...headstrong, but when he learns the business he will make a worthy succcessor. Watching Jenneka strip was quite a surprise...although she had done several 'private' shows in the line of 'work.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 10-15-2000 at 07:24 PM]

 

[Guest]

Trist the busty bartender.

OOC: I'll play an older busty bartender. My stripper days are long over..... Mid 40's, blonde hair 36D 26 36, still in great shape for my age. Name: Trist, wearing a black leather mini skirt, and tight black top showing off a lot of cleavage.

IC: I busy myself behind the bar preparing for the evening show. Lots of beer cooling in sinks of ice, and making sure all the booze is well stocked. Can't be running out of anything at a party such as this.

The girls that'll be waiting tables are in, preparing their banks, and helping me prepare.

 

[Indika]

Question

Could I play a "right hand woman" to Vesuvius? I'd love to play a bad ass bitch, but also get in on some action... If so, I'll post a description, etc.

 

[dansemajik]

To Indika:

Just jump in, I guess you'd have to ask Thor personally if he would like a female right hand...I have yet to see Thor back down to a challenge....Enjoy, and Well Come.
Danse

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian

I greeted Jeff and gave him a hug. He almost seemed a little... reserved... about being at a strip club. I laughed and slipped a tenner into his blazer jacket, and pointed out the bar to him.

"See that blonde bitch behind the bar over there?" I pointed over at the busty bartender, "get over there. I think she might have something for ya. A few drinks maybe." I laughed again and gave Jeff a gentle shove in the right direction, and turned to head back to the table.

My father's eyes were still glued to the Jennika.
I smirked once more. Father has always had great taste in women. I walked up behind my father and placed my hands on his shoulders. The expression on his face remained the same, his eyes still following Jennika's captivating curves.

"RrreeeoowwwW!! Heh. Isn't she a bit of a fox." I said. Still no reaction. I arched my left eyebrow and pulled a note out from my pocket and waved it around over my head, whistling at the stripper and gesturing her to come over... Father was gonna have some fun if it was the last thing I did.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Guest]

OOC: CelestialBody, don't you mean sebastion, not jeff? jeff is sebastion's shy friend that just arrived.

 

[Guest]

Re: Sebastian

"See that blonde bitch behind the bar over there?" I pointed over at the busty bartender, "get over there. I think she might have something for ya. A few drinks maybe." I laughed again and gave Jeff a gentle shove in the right direction, and turned to head back to the table.

Shaking my head, as I overheard the bosses kid refer to me as a 'bitch'. Stupid kid, I think. Nothing makes my blood boil more than some rich spoiled kid that thinks he owns the world. The boss wouldn't stand for such disrespect, if he overheard it that is. I watch as one of young Sebastion's friends approach the bar.

"What'll ya have?" I ask. When he tells me what he wants, I busy myself in it's preparation. When he tries to pay me with the ten spot his buddy gave him, I waved him away. "First one's on the house, per Mr. Don Nicholas 'Vesuvius' Di Biaggio himself."

I wait until that sinks in, and he sticks the bill back in his pocket.

"By the way, you tell your young host, that's MS. BITCH to him." Poor Jeff's eye's popped out at that, and I knew he wouldn't relay the message. Too bad, I think. I'd love to have seen Sabastion's reaction to that.

Jeff turns to join his friends, and I busy myself with more orders coming in.

 

[R Nitelight]

Tom Bates

I picked a table close to the stage, gave the waitress a fifty, told her that that should cover my two-drink minimum, and then told her to go to hell. I didn't want to be bothered with continual come-on's for overpriced drinks. I didn't come here for the booze. I didn't come here for the ambiance.
I came here to look at the girls.

 

[dansemajik]

"Up next, Never before seen at Neon Lites...Jazz!!"

I heard the deep baritone announce me, and some music started, bluesy stuff, heavy on bass, and sax. I blew my breath out, and shook my hands at my side. "Jeez, what have I done?" I said to no one in particular. I glided out from between the closed curtain, my body automatically responding to the music. The beat and the soul drifted thru my veins, giving my body its own music. I grabbed one of the bars, and began doing pelvic rotations, while arching my back, one leg wrapped around the bar, I twirled around it. My pony tail flying out behind me. the dress riding up, revealing the black thong.

The music picked up a little, indicating time for me to take it all off....I kept dansing as I lowered one strap at a time, I lowered the dress from my chest, my breast jutting out, my nipples large and erect. The lights danced off the glitter on my body. I did a shimmy, and the dress fell to the floor. I was dancing in just my thong. I had no idea who was out there, I saw no one. I just hoped, I was earning the money Marco had promised to pay me...

 

[Guest]

A new girl came out, and there was hootin' and hollerin'. She was very pretty, and I could tell she was green. But the boys didn't seem to mind, which was important.

Hell, as she started to take off her clothes, I started to get hot.....almost forgot to fill the next drink order. The Boss sure knew what he was doing when he hired newbies....

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Don 'Vesuvius'

OOC: Jump right in Indika, I can always use a right hand or left hand..LOL.

I noticed Jenneka motioning to me with some annoyance. "Who the fuck does she think she is waving to," I think, darkly. "I'll take care of her later. I'm the one who waves people over, not the other way around." Settling back in my chair, I look back to the stage, attracted by the music. That one is tasty and tender, but it's the kid's party. I'll just sit back and watch the fun.

 

[Tyriel]

I realized who he was standing next to. Smiling coyly, I walked back toward the dressing room, motioning for Vesuvius to follow.

I watched as Jenneka raised a finger and seductively motioned for my father to follow her into the dressing room. Well! I thought to myself. That was easy. Maybe the old fella has still got a little charm about him after all.

As the bluesy music filled the air, a young girl stepped onto the stage, dressed a clingy black dress, which attentuated every curvature on her body. I unconsciously held my breath as I watched her routine, following her every move, blood red pouty lips, piercing green eyes, and her long slender legs. Every little movement was a tease. I ran my fingers over my chin and looked around for Marco. He was standing in the corner in the darkness, arms crossed, completely captivated by the show on stage as well. I wandered over next to him and questioned him...

"Marco..." My eyes never one left the new girl on stage. "Who the fuck is that?"...

"Jazz. New girl. You interested sir?"

I took my eyes off Jazz for a brief moment and turned to face Marco, a grin appearing on my face.

"What do you think??" I said sarcastically.

[Edited by Tyriel on 10-15-2000 at 07:45 PM]

 

[mfucker]

Candy:

Jazz was doing fine. Ok, she was fantastic. I've watched many strippers do their act, and usually from a professional perspective. But there was something about Jazz's moves that made me stir; I haven't felt like this before.

Turning away from the stage, I went backstage to clear my mind. I was either going to let this pass or make sure Jazz would remember for the rest of her life.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Indika]

Rebecca Rossi

OOC - Thanks for the warm welcome.

IC - Rebecca Rossi, sometimes called The Closer, because I always finish the job ... whatever it is. I'm the only woman who has worked my way up through the ranks. Quickly I might add. At the age of 27, I am the first woman to stand beside Don Nicholas "Vesuvius" Di Biaggio. I've earned his trust and I intend to keep it. Half Italian, Half Irish, I have long auburn hair and green eyes, but unlike most redheads I can tan. Standing 5'9", and weighing 130 lbs, I may not appear intimidating, which may be why Vesuvius has called on me for so many "high profile" jobs. I have a special technique that I like to call "The Fuck and Shuck". Hey, they all died with smiles on their faces ... the fat, disloyal pigs.

Tonight the Boss is holding a special party in his son, Sebastian's honor. Now, that kid could learn some class from his dad. He's gorgeous, but he knows it. And he's cocky which could mean trouble for the business. But, he's the bosses kid, so I smile nice and let him play Grab Ass once in a while. In honor of the special occasion I'm dressed up nice. I'm wearing an grey linen Armani suit, which has been tailored to show off my ample curves, with a black leather maillot underneath. The skirt has a generous slit up the left hip.

I walked through the room making sure there was noone in the room that might stir something up tonight. I approach Vesuvius to give my report. "There's a gentleman sitting close to the stage, who's not on the guest list. He gave the waitress a fifty and told her to get lost. I don't think he'll cause any trouble, looks to be here strictly for the pink. I'll keep an eye on him, but I recommend letting him stay. It would raise too much suspicion to throw him out."

"Good thinking Rebecca. Why don't you enjoy the party a bit. You've earned a break."

"I think I'll just get some coffee sir." I walk over to the bartender, a very beautiful blonde woman and ask for my coffee. "Cream and sugar please."