Raffia Club (Open - Free for all - All welcome )

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome to another machination of an overactive mind.
And yet again, I don't know where it's going.
The setting is a Soho club.
A club more exclusive and classy that its location might suggest.

It's always risky to do a free-for-all, but just jump in on this one.
The scene of a club is not a new idea, but if it appeals, it could be fun.
To start with I've posted a first character employed primarily as "waitress".

My character is a 21 year old student, Anna.
She's pretty worldly and not easily taken in, but ...
She wants to be "discovered" ... as an actress ideally, but dancer, singer, model ... or any career that may lead to fame and fortune.
(She's from a "good" background. Her family would have prefered her not to reject her academic studies, but although disappointed, they're tolerant, from a distance.
They basically let her get on with her "bohemian" lifestyle.
It's probably a phase she'll grow out of and after all ...
She's old enough to make her own mistakes ...

Characters to join in?

Up to you really.

We certainly need a boss. I've left his name and character open.
Staff would be a good idea - barstaff, other waitresses, dancers, strippers, bouncers etc ...

And of course customers... maybe even one who might make Anna an offer she can't refuse.
(Again he could be genuine or ... have ulterior motives for his interest in her ... )
You could be one of Anna's friends visiting the club, an old boyfriend or disenchanted parent...
It's wide open.

By the way - This thread doesn't have to centre on Anna and what happens around her. I'm hoping that enough people join to run confusing subplots and have lots of interesting and illogical tangents.

Join me for the ride!

::ggls::

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Brief introduction

Some people might say that working a club in Soho wasn’t a good career move, but to me it seemed a wise decision. It wasn’t as if it was one of your rough dives that you find in this part of central London. Just up from the West End, the boss prided himself on a better class of client. And it suited me. it was close enough to "home" and the hours were flexible: I could pick up extra shifts or arrange cover depending on classes and … offers.

It wasn’t as if I was missing out on anything!
I’d soon realised that the world of academia wasn’t for me.
The seminars bored me and the essays went undone.
Performing was my passion: acting, dance, singing … an exhibitionist, or maybe an attention-seeker at heart, I basically was willing to do anything – legal - to kick start my career, to get me noticed.

And so I’d continued studying “performing arts” – and grabbing any jobs as they arose. Always I’d hoped for my “big break”. A group of us had cut through Soho for a laugh. We’d been coming home from the theatre one evening. Anyhow, we passed the “Raffia Club” and as a dare, we’d gone in for a drink. We’d expected it to be some sleazy joint, but had been impressed by the tasteful décor, the discrete division of “areas” and far from being thrown out, we were bought drinks, escorted to the luxurious sofas in a discreet corner and finally offered employment.

Although they’d taken the business cards politely with promises to let them know, neither of my friends had fancied the idea of working in a “Gentleman’s Club”. But for various reasons, I’d decided to give it a try. I was employed principally as waitress, but could be called upon to dance when the occasion warranted. On very few occasions I had consented to perform “privately”, but that was purely a “negotiated extra”. I left the stage stripping and pole dancing to the other girls!

So for now I was contented. I had a flat, a series of interesting classes and a high paying job. A job where I had the opportunity to meet wealthy men, men in all lines of business, men of all nationalities. Who knew when I might be lucky enough to meet a guy who could do me a favour or advise me on my next career move?
What more could I want?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Anna Martin

Anna is in the club now, awaiting your requests and offers ...


Come on in ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Brief introduction

Apologies - having trouble with my buttons!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*bumpin' and grindin' all on my ownsome*

It's a shame to make a girl play with herself ...

::Naughty giggles::

Like Anna, I'm seeking your attention!

DM x

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Brandi Franklin

Brandi had only arrived in town a week ago and had taken the first job she could find which was bartender for the Raffia Club. Her qualifications having been bartender at several well known joints had gotten her the job instantly, although at 25 her 5'6, 34C trim figure most likely helped by the look coming from the guy that hired her. She had also promised him she was good at drawing business and keeping them cumming.

She walked in before the club opened with her long thick black hair tied back in a pony tail with leather strap, the short skirt and the almost sheer blouse hugging tightly to her breasts. Having been a bartender for several years, she didn't wear a bra underneath her blouse, not just because she didn't like them, but because it drew customers. Right now, she needed money and the job, and she had to admit, she loved this kind of work.

"Hi Anna, I'm Brandi, so are we expecting a busy crowd tonight?" I asked the girl when I came in and started setting up all the mixes and glasses I might need for the night.

 

[amon_darknight]

Hope you dont mind me joining, this thread sounds interesting.

Nathan Daniels

Height: 5’10”
Weight: 167
Age: 24
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brownish Burgundy
Build: Good shape, works out a lot. He is cut but not to buff, more slender.
Occupation: He is a Detective for the police force in the city.

IC

Nathan lets out a long and stressful sigh out, as he looks to his desk with all that paperwork on his desk and he pounds his fist to his desk. He shook his head at the thought that all this work would take him the whole month to finish. He was working way to much and he needed a little time off. He was getting a lot of stress and not enough fun in life now. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he felt the bags under his eyes and took a cigarette from his pack and lit it up and started to smoke it. Just than the captain yelled for Nathan to get his over worked ass in the office and Nathan just shook his head and walked in and sat down before his captain.

Nathan- “What do you want boss? Are you going to yell at me for smoking in the office again, give me a break, it is a 5 story ride outside, I am stressed and overworked, and I have not had a vacation in 5 years.

He looked to him with stress and sleep filled eyes and wished in his mind for a vacation. His whole body was dead to the world cause he was so tired and stressed out and he did not even care about the busts anymore, he just wanted some fun in his life.

Captain- “Look Nathan, you are stressed and getting burned out and you have a lot of money saved up. I am going to give you a break; you can have a month off to get your head rested and your body rejuvenated. I have seen a lot of cops burn out in my day, but you are one that I don’t want to see go up in flames. Here take this card and go and have a good time, they will treat you like a king there. And don’t take your gun with you in there either, you are on vacation and you don’t need it. Have a good time and cut back on the smoking.

Nathan looked to the captain and had a shocked look on his face, he sat like that for a few minutes and the Captain had to walk over to Nathan and make sure he was still awake and than he saw something on Nathan’s face that he had not seen in years, it was a smile. He jumped from his chair and started to cheer in joy for himself. The captain only sat down and drew his gun on Nathan and looked to him. Nathan looked to him and stopped jumping for joy as he saw the gun drawn on him.

Captain- “Look Nathan, go and have a good time and don’t worry about work for a month, you are the second most paid detective here other than me and I am in charge. I order you to go and have a great time and relax. No cop work at all, just relax and have a good time or I will shoot you myself. Now do you understand those orders?”

He put his gun back in his holster and smiled to Nathan.

Nathan- “YES SIR!”

Nathan runs out of the office and gets his jacket and runs to his car and jumps in and starts the engine of his 67 Chevy Stingray covered in a nice coat of dust and dirt. He revved his engine and drove off as he looked to the card that his captain gave to him and smiled as he read it. “Raffia Club” he smiled and drove to the place. He listened to some classic rock as he drove and saw the place was coming up a half hour later. He drove up to the valet parking and flashed his badge and the valet attendant let him park there. Nathan would only stop and look around. He got out of the car and walked inside after flashing his badge to the bouncer and walked in after explaining that he only wanted to check it out, the bouncer happily agreed. Nathan walked around and saw the place was really fancy and high class, he saw beautiful girls dancing around and even saw they danced very provocatively, what kind of club was this. He looked around and saw that there were rich high-class people everywhere spending a lot of money here. Nathan was glad that he was not only a well paid detective, but he had a lot of money invested into real estate, where he made a lot of money from. He saw all and liked what he saw, he would be back and he would have a good time here. He walked out and shook the hand of the bouncer and told him he liked what he saw and he would be back to have a good time. He drove off and was happy that he found a place that he could have a good time and be normal and not a cop. He would be back tomorrow night and he would bring a lot more money.

 

[PerceivedAsReal]

New name, New face

OOC:

I'm not new to role-playing, but I'm new to this particular flavor of it. As such, I'll be introducing a character who is very much like me, and when I get the hang of it, he'll either stay and play, or exit and be replaced by someone more attuned to the story, depending on how things progress.

IC:

He was not a pale man, though you wouldn't have known it to see him that night. From the expression on his face, the pallor wasn't the result of the cold night air, either. Thick, but not round, he approached the bar with a rapid, even pace, a slight glistening visible on his forehead.

"A phone," he hissed at the bartender. "Mine's gone all to hell."

One hand fished in his pocket as he tugged the leather glove from the other with his teeth. He slapped the bar with a distinct cracking sound. He moved his hand to remove his other glove, revealing the mess he'd made of a small wireless phone.

"Please...a phone. Quickly. And a shot. Whatever. Top shelf."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome all to The Raffia Club

So nice to see so many players and a balance of experienced and "newbies".

Thank you all for playing along.

Looking forward to it!

{{{huggs}}}

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Anna

"Hi Anna, I'm Brandi, so are we expecting a busy crowd tonight?"

Anna smiled handing Brandi her most recent drinks order and perched on the stool as Brandi pulled out a glass, shaker and the necessary ingredients for the named cocktail.

”Hi, Brandy! Yeah … it usually starts slow on Friday evenings and then gets busier and busier… usually goes quickly enough and though it’s hard work, it’s fun…”

She giggled.

”Well… I like it … “

Anna stood up and fluffed out her lil’ flare skirt.
The material swished as she walked, giving a provocative glimpse of the red g-string beneath. Barely coming to mid-thigh, it left little to the imagination.
Anna caught Brandi’s eye and grinned.

”You get a lot of orders like that. Big impressive cocktails.
But the more professional guys just order plain hard liquor.”

Ann adjusted the red bowtie at her neckline, then flicked back her riot of ash blonde hair leaning forward and whispering confidentially.

”I think you’ll find some guys just try to hard, if you know what I mean.
The real classy guys are much more … subtle… “

Anna sat back and watched Brandi shake up the concoction.
She eyed the girl appreciatively watching Brandi’s breasts pressing against the sheer blouse as she shook the shaker rapidly.

”I think you’ll do very well here… “

She commented as they exchanged a knowing look and then turned back to “business”.
Brandi poured the cocktail decorated it and placed it on the tray.
Then Anna took the tray and with a wink moved to sashay across the club, picking her way carefully between the tables arranged nearer to the bar.

Discretely she placed the cocktail mat and laid the drink on top of it.
She eyed the customer, but gauged that he did not wish to be disturbed, so she merely gave a warm smile before turning, tray in hand and making her leisurely way back to the bar.
Her hips swayed as she walked, but there was no point in wasting one of her more provocative moves. Plenty of time for that later.
She cast her gaze over the more private booths and around the tables set up near the dance floor and stage.
It was still very quiet.

Anna continued on her way, back to the bar.
Carefully she handed the tray to Brandi, then turned moving to stand casually at an empty table flickinging through her tiny notebook, which she drew out of a white stocking top.
All the time she ensured that she kept an eye on the club’s “guests”.
Although they seemed to be taken care of for now, she knew that the Raffia club prided itself on efficient and discrete service.
She was expected to almost anticipate a customers needs… to be at his table even as he finished his drink.
And if he had other … needs.. requests … Anna would always be on hand to steer him in the right direction … to the dance floors, the stages, the more private rooms …

The club had class, but it catered for a variety of tastes and interests …

 

[amon_darknight]

Nathan

Today was Friday, the first official day of his month long vacation. He slept in late and than he picked up his handgun and cleaned and loaded it and he slipped it in the holster. He looked in the mirror and thought that he was going to have to clean up and get ready for the club tonight. He showered and changed for the club and he put on a black button up shirt and a black sport jacket and slacks and to top it off a red tie. He also had a black with a red trim zoot suit hat he put on. He looked himself in the mirror again and he looked down to his left ankle and knew he had his piece on and he knew he had his badge on him as well. But tonight he was not a cop, he was Nathan Daniels, and he was on vacation. He splashed on some fancy cologne on and than ran down and got in his car and drove to the store to pick up some smokes. He sighed as he thought of work again, he started to go to the club and he parked his car in the valet spot and threw the keys to the valet person and he walked to the bouncer and nodded his head as he let him in, Nathan walked to the bar and saw the bartender was rather attractive, he than walked to a booth where he sat down and looked around. He saw so many classy people here it was amazing, hopefully he would be able to fit in.

 

[Azalea]

Kim Lewis

29
5'4"
dark, wavy shoulder-length hair
dark eyes
dancer

IC
My show was still over an hour away, so I figured I had little time to get a drink and size up the room incognito. I sat at the bar dressed in a conservative jacket and skirt, my hair pulled back into a rather prim-looking ponytail. I was pretty sure no one would realize later that I was the woman wearing stiletto heels, a red sequined thong, and little else.

I enjoyed dancing at the Raffia. It was fun shedding garment after garment, hearing the encouragement of my sudience as I provocatively revealed my body while undulating all over the little stage. The crowd here was not the rowdy type.....they had their fun, but they were not as loud and boisterous as some of the rooms I'd worked. Many of the customers here were proferssionals, well-heeled, educated, and they just wanted a little pleasure at the end of their day. I enjoyed turning them on, and loved watching their eyes on my body, desire for me building with each thing I pulled off and tossed aside.

I had been propositioned after my show many times, but had never accepted more than a drink and conversation....well.....maybe a friendly kiss and fumble or two in a dark booth, but nothing more. I had been pretty badly hurt by my last man, and felt edgy about taking on another, even for just a night. It had been months since I had had sex, though, and with the type of dancing I did....well, I had to admit I was starting to feel the need for a little affection. As I sipped my drink, my eyes wandered over the crowd, wondering if there would be a proposition from any of them tonight. I felt a bit more vulnerable than usual, and wondered what I would say if the right man asked me for a little "company."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Brandi

“You sure have made a mess with that, it hardly looks like a phone.” I said to the man who just sat down at the bar. It was obvious he was very distressed and as making our customers happy was our main concern, I reached under the bar and grabbed my own cell phone.

“Here you can use mine, just don’t walk off with it.” I said smiling and teasing him. I turned around and reached up, taking a bottle off the top shelf. I quickly poured him a shot and set in on the bar in front of him. “Hope this suits your taste, anything else you need, just let me know.”

I moved down the bar, taking other orders, and saw that it was getting quite busy. I smiled at Anna as she made her rounds, bringing me orders left and right.

 

[Azalea]

Kim

As Brandi made her way towards the bar for orders, I bent close to her and asked, "Do you recognize that man in the booth there, the one with the rather unique hat?"

Brandi turned and saw the man I was inidicating, his red hat and tie making a sharp, natty contrast with his black suit. His head was turned, so he didn't notice us looking his ay.

"I don't believe I've seen him before, Kim, " she replied, and then winked slyly. "Why, do you plan to dance for him especially tonight , sweetie?"

I blushed a little - yes, even a stripper is capable of blushing sometimes - and I smiled, but didn't answer. Brandi laughed softly, her eyes twinkling, and she said, Good luck, Kim!" and off she went to serve her customers before I could answer back cleverly.

I suppose I did plan to dance for him. I found him rather mysterious, and wanted to know more about him, but would wait to dance and see his reaction to my show before attempting to engage him in conversation.

Looking down at my watch I realized it was time to go backstage to my dressing room and get ready for my performance. I had make - up to put on, not only on my face, but also a glittery body cover that I used to help my naked body pick up the lights and shimmer a bit. As I finished my drink and walked to the stage door, I couldn't help but steal another glance at the black-suited, red-hatted gentleman. I found myself hoping he enjoyed my show. I decided to wear the black lace thong with the irridescent spangles on it tonight.

 

[NomDePlay]

Rick walks in ...

OOC: Thanks to all in advance for your kindness to my newbie self in this activity ...

IC:
I had seen the club countless times before - from the outside, anyway. It was one of those places guys like me used to hear about from the wealthy men I served drinks to night after night. They would sit there, in their neatly tailored suits, smoking expensive cigars, and tell each other half-truths about the women they 'spent time' with at Raffia. I didn't believe all of what I heard, but it was enough to make me wish that I could find my way into the place.

Then, one day, I walked into the bar, ready to open, and found out that Jack had died, and left me everything - including a rather healthy sum of cash. I owned the bar for three days - just long enough to throw Jack a wake worthy of his popularity and his generosity. Three days later, the bar was sold, and a very sizeable amount of money had been invested in my name. Most of them had been very solid, long term investments - but, after much research and investigating, I managed to acquire a small part of the Raffia Club. Tonight, I would have the chance to visit the club I of which I had become a silent partner.

I stopped on Saville Row, and picked up the new suit I had commissioned for the evening. A dark silk, it had been custom made to fit my athletic frame. I wasn't one of those skinny, 'we've had money forever' guys; I had played a fair game of rugby in my day, and had both the thighs and the bad knees to show for it. Buying suits had always been a hassle for me; trying to find something that would fit my shoulders and arms AND also accomodate my thighs was - or rather, USED TO BE - such a problem that I usually went for denim and a sweater. But not tonight ...

I handed my card to the gentleman at the door, and he waved me in with a warm smile. As I exited the falling night for the darkness of the bar, I was struck by how attractive the place was. The booths were large, and already mostly filled. The tables, closer to the performance area, were a dark wood, very sturdy, and highly polished. The bar was nothing short of marvelous - a long, solid-looking chunk of the same dark wood, backed by a wall-length mirror, in front of which sat bottle after bottle of superior alcohols. I smiled, lit a cigarette, and moved inside toward the bar.

The place wasn't crowded yet, but it was well on its way to being so. There were several women in the crowd, dressed as stylishly as the men. I moved toward the bar, finding a seat next to a woman in a stunning suit. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing a beautiful face with dark, thoughtful eyes. She sat with her back to the bar, her bare, lovely legs crossed, scanning the room for someone or something. I smiled at her, and asked if the seat next to her was taken; she smiled pleasantly, shook her head, and gracefully motioned to the chair with one hand. I thanked her, and slid into the seat facing the bar, stealing a sideways glance at her one last time before the bartender approached.

The bartender came to a stop in front of me, and almost took my breath away. Dark black hair cascaded to her shoulders, and the red bow tie around her throat drew one's view to the ample cleavage and nipples that pressed against a sheer white blouse. Her smile was raidant, and I could have sworn she was an angel until her businesslike voice wondered what she might provide for me. I looked into her eyes for a moment, then ordered a Glenlivit neat. She smiled, and turned to fix my drink.

This, I murmured to myself, is some kind of place ...

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Brandi

I had worked in different bars and clubs but as the night went on, I had to say this one was very much different than what I was used to. It was a welcome and refreshing relief to see the different variety of cliental, the variety of fashions and I had a good idea I was going to really enjoy working here.

As soon as I saw a new customer approach the bar, I immediately admired his taste in clothes. He looked to be someone rather important, but then as I looked around, everyone seemed important looking. I walked over to him, smiling and noticed immediately the direction his eyes traveled, which made me smile even more.

“A Glenlivit neat it is.” I told him and went to fix his drink. I set it on the bar in front of him. “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know, my name’s Brandi. Nice suit by the way.”

I stood not far from him, making another drink for the lady sitting next to him, glancing in his direction now and then.

 

[Azalea]

Kim

Standing backstage as the oopening bars of my music played, I heard the announcer call out my name:

The one and only, initimitable, exciting, Miz Kimmie!! Give her a warm welcome, ladies and gentlemen!"

At my cue, I strut gracefully onto the little stage, blinking as the bright colored lights first hit my eyes, as I always do, and I proceed to take my prancing walk down to the front, and then side to side, my stiletto heels making my hips sway and grind provocatively as I strut.

I am wearing a closely fitting long jacket, which is tightly laced up with ten sets of laces, which I proceed to slowly untie as I strut around the stage, moving my hips gracefully to the beat, keping my face unsmiling and intense, my lips slightly pursed.

The jacket is designed so that, with each unlacing, the sides are pushed more and more apart by my confined breasts, and slowly my cleavage is revealed, peeking above a matching black corset which just barely covers my nipples.

Once all the laces are undone, I walk to the very front of the stage and beckon a customer close by to help rid me of my jacket.
the delighted gentlemen comes over and I stoop so he can reach my sleeves and tug them off, one by one,.....he also gets a closeup glimpse of my breasts as i turn and take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead before letting him return to his tabel.

The crowd expresses approval and applauds him, as his face reddens and he sits back down. I always try to involve at least a few gentlemen in the audience, whenever a moment presents itself.....audiences always love that and ask for more.


Now my breasts are nearly revealed in their entirety, the corset pushing them up provocatively....they jiggle sexily as my strutting and pelvic motions continue.

When I think I have pushed them long enough, I proceed to the next step....unzipping my very tight, very short skirt, and turning my back to therm, I begin to shimmy it down over my ass....revealed that all I am wearing beneath is a very narrow irridescent black thong. The gasps and sounds indicating their approval spur me on, and I bend over slightyl to finsih shimmying the skirt all the way down to my ankles, and then i step out of it and kick it off to the far side of the stage.

The music changes, slowing to a more sinuous tempo, and I remain with my ass to the crowd as I bend my knees, run my hands through my hair, and bump and grind for them. I feel so sexy, standing in front of a room full of people with my thong-clad ass moving for them, my almost naked breasts threatening to spill out of my little corset as I gyrate.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Anna Martin

Anna stood unseen in the far corner as Kim began her routine.
A smile grew broader as she watched her pull forth members of the audience and move so seductively. She glanced round and saw every man and the few women present enraptured. This room would not need working for quite a while, she decided. There was only one thing the clientele in that room were thirsty for and it was being served up for them aplenty already.

Turning reluctantly, she slipped back to the main bar, the place, which was her main responsibility.
The place was filling up now. Expensive suits lined the bar. Anna looked over to where Brandi was moving deftly, her manner efficient and unflustered.
Again and again she had set to supplying the orders Anna had carried to her throughout the evening. They'd been so busy that they'd barely had time to exchange more than a few words and a conspiratorial smile as they spotted an "interesting" newcomer.

Anna turned to look over the room and judge how the night was going.
The atmosphere was restful and yet it was vibrant.
The dark wood and rich upholstery gave the main bar the feeling of a select salon or the lounge of an exclusive gentleman’s club. But what Anna liked here was that anyone could just walk in from off the street. The bouncers kept trouble out, but basically, if you could afford it, the Raffia club and it’s services were there to be enjoyed.

Moving slowly with deliberately swaying hips, Anna crossed the room, sauntering intentionally along the line of discrete booths. She knew that if drinks were needed, most guests who chose the more "reclusive" seating were usually too “occupied” to send or take their order over to the bar. This would give them the opportunity to draw Anna's attention and make their requirements known.

With a practised move, Anna halted and bent over in one swift action in the pretence of adjusting the cute frill on her ankle socks. She wiggled her ass slightly, knowing the flared skirt had ridden up and that there would be appreciative eyes turned in her direction. With a casual air, she then returned upright, ignoring the attention that had been accorded her and pausing only to balance once more on her high red heels she continued to wend her way along the dimly lit alcoves.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Welcome Azalea - great posts! ... wow !

And a warm welcome to NomDePlay!
So pleased you decided to join in ... great first post!
Looking forward to reading more!

Hello again Amon ... long time no write "bro".

And of course thank-yous to PerceivedAsReal
(Another person I haven't shared a story with yet)
and DDE (you know I love your writing already DDE!)

I sooo hope I didn't miss anyone out!
This will be so much fun!!

Anyone who is interested in joining in... please do!

The doors to The Raffia Club are wide open to staff and guests alike, experienced and newbie.

And so ... I'll stop breaking into this thread and let the party continue ...

{{{{huggies all}}}}

DM x



[Pic is a little illustration to help you imagine Anna]

 

[Master Pelle]

Bad days for Jerry Lanween

OOC: Hello! This posts seem to be interesting so that I decide to join here. Here is my character.

Name: Jerry Lanween
Age: 23
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 159
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black ponytail
Appearance: He is pretty slender young man who don't have much hair on his body. He look little strange but same time he have charming look.
Occupation: Freelance Photographer

IC:

Jerry has a real bads days. He tried to sell the picture of his female nude models to one of the popuplar porn magazine but they where never satisfating of his picture because thy said that his picture where not good enough and his nude models don't look hot. But not only that, his girlfriend have break him up because she used to see him surround of naked models in his studio and think that he screw one of them, but Jerry never did because he was very lojal to his girlfriend. Even still Jerry tried to tell her the truth but she never believe him. Now Jerry feel very depressed because of his bad days so that he decide to take his car to the club that he was there for five mounths before he meet his girlfriends.

Jerry drew off to the club and hope that club could cheer him up again. He wore his favorites clothes that include; White jacket, blue shirt, white pant and black shiny shoes. By his appearnce he look like a swinger. He have take with his real pro camera equipment. When he reach to the club he closed his car while he took with his instant camera that he could put inside his jacket pocket.

He walked inside the club and he see many customer who is looked at Kim who was striping. He would like to stand there and stare at her who she strips but he feel pretty depressed so that he want to take some drinks. He walked to the bar and take a empty seat.
"I like to have a whisky!" He order the bartender while he still look pretty depressed.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Brandi

I pour the man a whiskey and place it on the bar in front of him. I can't help but notice he looks really down.

"Hey there, can't be all that bad now, can it?" I ask him, smiling at him and leaning over the bar a little, with the first few buttons of my blouse open.

"Why don't you enjoy the show for awhile, have a few drinks, and just forget about your problems for now. By the way, my name is Brandi and if you need anything else while you're here, just let me know." I tell him, hoping to help cheer him up. I then stand back up glancing around to see who needs more drinks.

 

[Azalea]

OOC: DeliciousMaiden, thanks so much for your encouragement! In a little while, after more folks have had a chance to enter into the fun, Kim willl continue to strip!

 

[Azalea]

Kim

After gracefully undulating my thong-clad ass in front of the crowd and loving the sounds of appreciation, Isignalled with my wink to Josie the lights tech, and he softened the colored spots. The music changed again, and my gyrations turned me to face the audience again. I swayed to the music as I began unfastening the tiny hooks and eyes holding my tight corset together. Slowly, my breasts spilled out over the corset, and before long I could hear gasps as I removed the garment and tossed it aside. I now stood before them wearing only the irridescent black thong, brief as it was, just barely covering my closely trimmed bush. Some exotic dancers wore nipple covers, but I chose to be bare my breasts completely when I danced.

My movements now became quite openly provocative. I parted my legs frequently, running my hands along my inner thighs and across my groin, pursing my lips as I followed the rhythms. Sometimes my hands would cup and lift my breasts, as if I were presenting them to a lover. At this point in my show, I often lost myself in what I was doing, in a way making love to my own body but in front of a roomful of appreciative strangers.

As my dance ended and the spots rose again, the room erupted in applause, as always, and I blew kisses to the crowd and stutted proudly off stage. Josie smiled and handed me my dressing gown, saying, "You knocked 'em dead tonight, kid!"

"Thanks, Josie, I was feeling good tonight, Hon," I replied and gave him a litle peck on the cheek. Josie was a good sort, a friend who never tried to take advantage of his job and always treated the performers with respect.

As I entered my dressing room to change and cool down a few minutes, I ran over the audience in my mind. I wondered if there was anyone interesting enough to have a drink with. Then I remembered the man in the red hat.....I hoped he wasn't occupied already.....

 

[amon_darknight]

Nathan

He looks around at all the people in the club and he shakes his head at the thought of how much money they must have and spend here on drinks and women. He started to think like he was a cop again, but he quickly shook that thought away from his mind as he heard his Captain yelling at him in his mind. He heard the waitress approach him and ask him if he wanted a drink.

Nathan- “Yes I will have a strong 7&7 on the rocks.”

The waitress nodded her head as Nathan handed her a ten-dollar bill as tip and she walked away to the bar. He heard the music start and the DJ’s voice announce that the beautiful Miz Kimmie was coming out. He saw her dark wavy hair sway as she danced around with a lot of skill and talent and saw how she teased the crowd and she was amazing at what she did. The dress she had on was so mind catching; Nathan could not take his eyes off of her. He took a cigarette from his case and lit it up and started to take drags from it. He saw her perfect breasts jiggle in the bright lights and they memorized Nathan and he shook his head to bring him back to reality. It has been a long time since he has had a woman friend and the only reason was because of work. But she was etched into his mind now. He saw her dance end and the waitress brought his drink and he told her to buy a drink for Miz Kimmie and put it on his bill. He tipped her another ten dollars and smiled as he sipped his drink and took another drag from his cigarette. He kept his cool and noticed that he had caught Miz Kimmie’s eye and he smiled at her. He wondered if she would come over and talk.

 

[Azalea]

Kim

Sitting at the bar after her show, surrounded by the usual patrons who wanted to meet the well-known "Miz Kimmie," Kim tried not to stare at the red-hatted gentleman in the booth. She could not have explained exactly why she felt drawn to him. It was a matter of "vibes"....she had a strong feeling that he would be an interesting companion for the rest of the evening.

Then, Brandi came over and ordered Kim a drink courtesy of the gentleman in question, and Kim turned to him and smiled. He was indeed looking at her, and she slid off the stool, took polite leave of her fans, and walked over to his booth.

"Thanks for the drink," she said, and sat across from him. he was quite debonair and handsome in his contrasting black and red, his hat sitting jauntily on his head. She settled back against the padded seat and smiled, sipping the drink he had bought for her.
"I don't believe I have seen you in the Raffia before this evening. Did you enjoy my show?"