The Burlesque Lounge

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A fun place for fantasy and a drama free enviroment please!

Anyone is welcome to perform or watch and enjoy the performances at the Burlesque Lounge. Pole dancers, belly dancers, fire eaters, poets, singers or other random yet sexy performers are wanted.
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The rules are:
1.) Post a picture of your character.
2.) Tell us your stage name and a brief introduction. (this can change each time you visit, be creative and have fun!)
3.) Post a performance! Feel free to use a youtube video or just write it out.
4.) Feel free to tease and entice guests. There are rooms available should you wish to use one for the night.
5.) Slutty, wanton behavior is approved of and desired but not required. Feel free to just drop in and watch a show!
6.) Stay in character everyone. No talks of anime or video games, I'd like to keep it all srp here as much as possible please
7.) Please be polite. This isn't a place for arguments or drama.
8.) Most important rule - HAVE FUN!

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Crystal Divine

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Her name fits her like a glove. Crystal Divine. Crystal because she sparkles under the lights like pure ice dripping with the heat of sensuality. Divine because that is just what she is. Unusually lovely, a goddess of seduction in the way she moves, her hips, luscious and curvy, subtle sway of a woman who knows her body and how to use it to make people weep with envy. And her voice, pure bluesy sex resonating in a throbbing, pulsing vibe that brought a hush over the room along with some hungry groans from her admirer’s.

The red curtain draws up slowly revealing a blonde beauty draped over the bar glittering in her gold dress.

This is what Burlesque is about. A performer’s ability to make their follower’s twitch in their seats, ache and wantonly rub thighs together as they are drawn into the midst of a sensual seduction. A riveting opening night was important. It set the standard and would make people talk about it the next day to their friends. Success was imminent on making it a smash. Hopeful new performer’s would be calling tomorrow, wanting a moment in the spotlight, and they would get their chance to prove their worth.

But in this moment it was Crystal's time to shine. And shine, is exactly what she did.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Angelique Fatale

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In one of the smaller lounges a sultry pole dance had the room entranced. Angelique Fatale’s moves were fatal to the weak of heart and to the strong, well, she made them weak with want. To see her crawl across the stage like a cat stalking it’s prey was enough to make your mouth water. When you seen her thighs grip the pole and own it, you could see on their faces they wished they could become the pole. She was so in tune with her body and the way she could wrap herself around the tall silver pole she looked as if she were making love with it, starting with a slow tease and working herself up to a wild fuck. Yes.. That’s what Angelique did.. She made you think she was in the mood to make love.. But by the time her sensual dance was over you knew she was dirty, a bad girl wanting a good fuck. No the kind of girl you took home to meet your mom, she was the kind of girl you tied to your bed and made her beg you treat her like the dirty little whore she was.

In her mind, the pole was her lover. Her body, the instrument of her craft, was well toned and caramel in it’s hue. As she teased her lithe body along the long, cool slide of silver she lifted her body up and twined her legs around it, grinding her hips to the pole, lewdly parting her thighs and purring as she slide down, her mound rubbing just enough to put a wicked grin on her face. Looking out into the crowd she blew a kiss and jumped up locking her thighs and hanging upside down, sliding down slowly, knowing the men watching were envisioning her sliding down their pole, naked, wet, fucking them so good and when she seen those looks, those tell tale twitches in their seats, their dicks hardening, she knew she was doing her job well. A room full of squirmy men and women made for a very heavy pocketbook. And that made for a very happy Angelique. It also made for a very horny Angelique. After all, she really was a dirty little slut. That’s why most of the girls didn’t like her. She wasn’t shy about sex, she embodied it, owned it, lived it. Fuck all the little prudes that were looking for love. Angelique was just looking for the next amazing fuck.

 

[Light Ice]

As far as the Lounge was concerned, he was the piano. If the girls were the face of the place, he was a part of the soundtrack. Faceless. On the few occasions one of the girls had a need for him they'd found him not by his look, he doubted very much half of them could pick him from a crowd of the joint's patrons, but rather by the Ricca and Sons Baby Grand that he was attached to.

The appeal of the place, for him, lay in how little he was bothered. His fingers flexed the ivory keys, creating the dark jazz rhythm that filled the room's dimly lit confines. It suited the smoky, sultry little sway of Angelique's hips and the wanton, sensual show she put on. Many of the girls gave him a break when they were on stage. They let the speakers do the work for them, pulsing dance beats or bass-heavy rhythm and blues to pace their routine.

But she liked his piano. He imagined it was because the sound was understated here. He envisioned she liked the moody interpretation of the pieces he presented, brooding almost, as a backdrop to her wanton little display. Or maybe she just wanted the men to hear her when she ground against that pole just right, hear her breathing change and the little sounds slip from her.

It was clear she loved the attention.

And that was why they'd never spoken. He didn't. In the little alcove by the stage he watched as she captivated the crowd, made love to strangers through the fabric of their imagination. The explosion of bills that hit the stage when she was on would have been humorous if it wasn't so sudden, so intense, that it stole any hint of laughter away and made him focus on the way she arched her back and beckoned them all in.

He'd worn pinstripes tonight. His hat lay on the bench beside him, a drink on a small darkwood bench table that one of the girl's had kindly set for him. Henry paid the glass a small glance as he bridged into another chord, taking note of the perspiration and melting ice. It'd not be long before she was done and he had a tab running.

It would be one of those nights.

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[xOxCherryxOx]

It was fortunate they had such talented piano player. The softness of the music allowed her to be the star of the show and the music to highlight her, lift her up and wrap around her appreciatively. It wasn't the first time Angelique wondered just how good his hands were when they weren't creating smooth music on a piano. Somehow she just had this feeling he could play a woman just as beautifully. Finding each perfect spot to play and pound into a sweet, hot symphony.

Each time she spun around the pole, her eye would seek out his face, wanting to see if he watched her like the other's in the room did. Looking for a hint of whether or not there was a possible connection there. It was something she did. Especially to the more quiet type, the ones that weren't falling at her feet. She could get that any day. The more challenging guys though, that was something that heated her blood, knowing there would be more of a seduction. Here she was in a black lace teeny tiny bra and panties and her 5" red come fuck me heels and he didn't seem to even notice. She would catch his eye before the night was through. If anything, she was determined.

A few more spins and her set would be over, this turn she seen his head tilt up at her and she took advantage of it. Looking at him in his pin striped suit looking sexy as sin she dropped her bottom to the floor with her thighs parted and slid her hand over her tummy and patted the front of her panties just as the song ended and smiled. The crowd of course loved it and showed her by showering the stage and cat calling her. Retrieving her money quickly, she walked offstage and to the bar, ordering a drink while she stacked her cash, looking out of the corner of her eye at him.

 

[Light Ice]

She was impossible not to notice. The cut of her legs as they scissored beneath her, long and lean, could break a man. He'd watched as they came, suits and ties, from places of wealth where their power had already been cultivated. And then, as though her set took them back to grade school, they melted. Th truth was that a woman like Angie was just plain dangerous to most men, a cobra in a field full of mice. There was enough venom in those rounded hips and perfect thighs to paralyze an entire room full of men. Alone, in the dark? Any single one of them didn't stand a chance.

Her set over, his fingers relaxed, and his piano turned from the black jazz of the thirties to classical. Chopin. Background noise to the conversations and transactions that were going on around him, his work provided a quiet distraction from the bustle. That, of course, and a cover for the way he quietly and quickly drained his drink.

"Need another one, Henry?" a voice asked. It was a waitress, Bella, a slip of a thing with curly hair and bright eyes. Pretty. Not pretty enough to perform. The kind of girl he usually ended up with for the night when the need became too much.

She took his empty glass and he nodded. "Thanks, doll." He said and she flashed him a million dollar smile in reply.

But that wasn't in the cards tonight. He had no desire for her, or any other serving girl's company. Instead, he cast a glance to the bar, surprised to find Angie's smoky-rimmed eyes focused on him through the shifting crowd. He nodded and looked away, to his hands, watching as his long fingers stroked their way across the keys.

She looked incredible tonight.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

She watched Bella take his glass and turned to the bartender and ordered Henry another, slipping the money across the bar and nodding to Bella, telling her she had his drink. The waitress sort of frowned at her, but Angelique, well, she just smiled that knowing smile at Bella and swayed her hips, carrying both Henry's drink and her own.

He had this far away look in his eyes when he played. It was something she admired when someone shared their gift as he was doing for them all tonight. His music took him to a place that seemed to sooth his soul and each key was played with such feeling it was almost a dreamy state of being. It was sexy. His nonchalant attitude, like he didn't have a care in the world.

Setting his drink on the coaster, slipping a tip in his jar, she nodded and leaned to his ear "Thank you Henry, you were amazing as always." A soft touch of her hand on his shoulder, reaching to touch his thick hair and appreciate the way it slid like silk through her fingers before she turned and walked away. Slowly. Feeling his eyes on her as she walked backstage with a little smirk of a smile on her face.

 

[Light Ice]

Life had a way of passing on surprises. He'd never been fond of them, really. Henry's life was dictated like his music, according to a plan. Routine. It was though his entire life was based around attempting to draw even the most meaningless events into harmony with the rest that made up his day, playing chords rather than notes. His morning routine, and in fact the way he conducted himself at the Lounge, was so driven by repetition that he had made himself into a bit of an enigma. The rest, artistic and impulsive, had begun to assume him boring. Unexciting. He was quiet, precise, and seldom lingered with the others backstage or elsewhere.

But she surprised him. Delivering his drink in the dim light with her hips sashaying, leaning close so her hot little breath warmed the shell of his ear, playing nice with the help as it were. Angie was a star. She was the kind of woman that drew regulars in by the bucketful. Everyone made money when she performed. Tips got bigger. Waitresses looked prettier. The want she inspired in customers carried over and clouded their judgment to the point where the place came alive, throbbed with some erotic energy that otherwise lingered beneath the surface.

Her small fingers wound through his dark hair, perfectly manicured nails feeling his scalp beneath. She had never, ever, touched him that way. Never looked at him with that glint in her eyes. Calling to him, silently, with the sway in her hips as she strutted away.

It was a trap, of course. The brightest thing he could have done was stay at his piano and carry on, let her spring on some unfortunate man that she would behead after coitus, Mantas-like. For a moment he debated, watching the empty place where she had passed beyond him, and then he rose.

Drink in hand, he made to follow, aware that there was a slim chance of ending well. Aware, somehow, there was a slimmer chance it would pay dividends to try. The impulse was ferocious, though. In the end, he was a man like the others that stumbled over her. She'd known, of course, he would come to her. Hopeful, even, for a taste of what she offered.

But there were things she did not know and that was a small comfort.

It was going to be one of those nights.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Even as she walked into her dressing room she swore she could still smell him. He smelled all man, leather, fine liquor, a hint of cologne, a fresh clean scent.. and sex. God he made her feel like she was in heat! Not that she would ever let him know that. At least not yet. The cat and mouse game ensued. He would find her, soon, and she was ready for him. He was dark and brooding, so fucking sexy she felt her body throb. It would soon cease though, she would have him soon enough.

Her glass on her vanity was damp with a dew of perspiration, her own body was reacting just as her glass did. Her panties were moist, such a slut to react that way but when the crowd loved you, when desire was so thick in the room how could one not get aroused? Usually if she didn't have a man around she would get herself off after a set to relieve some tension but she had a good feeling about Henry.

Speaking of Henry.. Footsteps just outside her door brought a smile on her luscious lips. The door had purposely been left ajar for him as an invitation. One she knew he would take. She had already drawn him in. Perching her hip on her vanity she slowly stroked her brush through the thick length of her hair. Calling out to him. "Henry... come here... don't be shy, I won't bite... much."

 

[Light Ice]

In the room's dim lights she was nearly a shadow, a caramel-skinned dream. Henry was aware, at once, of the quiet power of her seduction. It was as though her slender fingers had sunk into him, hooked within his belly, and twisted until his want for her knotted him up and left him unable to deny just what it was that had brought him here. It was all a game to her. That was clear. A means to an end, meant to thrill her now that the crowd was not hers to command.

But he did not spite her for it. He admired her. It took courage to take control of your own desires, to be honest with your own needs. In a way the stage was like a drug. They shared that little slice of knowledge and the addiction that came with it. Henry was never under the lights, never the star of their little show. The customers did not come to see Henry.

Yet, after a proper set, whether it be with the poles or Angie's powerful voice as she lounged against his piano, there was a rush of satisfaction. A completion that he had found in only two distinct forms. The ripple of keys beneath his fingers had been the first in his life. Cumming, from a woman's body, had been the other.

"You're a man eater, Angie. If I get out of here with my head on my shoulders I'll consider it a success." The quip was dark, his humor a rough and unpolished thing.

Still, if she looked to see, she'd find his lips quirked in the faint hints of a smile. The wolfish lines of his face had softened some.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

He walked with a swagger. That of a self assured man and while he was not a very talkative man, his actions spoke highly of who and what he was. There was something about his air of cool confidence that got her, aroused her. She was used to men scrambling after her begging for her attention, but this guy, this piano man, wasn't like that. But, he was here now and she planned on taking full advantage of that.

Angelique like the way he shortened her name to Angie. Her stage name was meant to be exotic and sultry, but the shorter form of Angie sounded sinful with his hint of laughter as he teased her.

"A man eater? Oh Henry... what makes you think that hmmm?" She slid her hip off her vanity and sat her drink down. Her strut towards him was confident yet the smile on her face was playful. "I said I don't bite much. Of course, as good as you look in that suit of yours I could be persuaded to do more than just nibble on you."

Lowering her eyes she took his drink and sat it next to hers. His scent had already filled her small dressing room and it was making her ache to touch him. Easily her hands reached up to free the first few buttons of his shirt, sliding her palm over his throat to caress his strong jaw as she tip toed up to brush her full lips to his.

 

[Light Ice]

There was no desire to interrupt her as she spoke. In the confines of the dressing room her voice had taken on a more private, husky hint that he had never heard before. On stage, out there, she oozed sex and seduction. It dripped off her long, lean body and those tight curves and was enhanced by her absolute understanding of just what she could accomplish. Here, though, the projection was gone. There was a sincerity to it. A genuine sense of want that drew him to her, made her lean little body magnetic and filled him with relief when her fingers finally found purchase on his chest.

Henry had not properly kissed a woman in a long time. The waitresses and hopefuls that had entertained his nights had not inspired one from him, not broken down his austere restraint and lured him into something deeper. She did. It was a dangerous attraction, a potent ripple of pleasure that coursed through his rugged frame as she drew against him.

In his arms, she was kept close, trapped so his strong hands could arc down along the sleek line of her spine and trace the body that he had seen, and wanted, for so terribly long.

Their kiss was an introduction to start, a brush of her mouth against his own. She tasted of sweetness and liquor, the dark light of the lounge and sex. Their tongues tangled, soft and slow, giving him the taste of her breath and an awareness of her little sounds as his fingers ran their way along her.

"You're used to getting what you want." He teased against her lips, pale eyes opening so that his stare could find her own.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

When she had first approached him tonight, she had done it with such ease and confidence. Now, with his mouth on her's and his strong arms pinning her to his chest she shivered. In a few moments time span she went from from a fierce jaguar seeking out her next conquest to a purring kitten all soft and melted against him. Most guys pawed at her, eager to get her naked and the deed done. He seemed to sip from her lips like she was a fine wine, something to savor and drink from.

Liquid fire pooled low in her belly. His mouth was wicked, completely sinful and stirring up a fierce desire in her. Somehow she just knew, this wouldn't be an ordinary fuck. Just by the way he held her and kissed her she already figured out, Henry was anything but ordinary.

Angie's dark chocolate eyes were hazey when they met his light green one's. Nodding in honesty, she gave a little smirk. "Maybe I am. I like getting what I want. Tell me though Henry... what is it you want?" Her eyes challenged his playfully.

 

[Light Ice]

What did he want?

The million dollar question, one he'd asked himself a few hundred times throughout the course of the day. Beyond the curtain, beyond the short hall leading to the stage, lay the crowd. Men in suits and sports coats, women in corsets serving drinks. It was as though the world he'd known had been brushed aside by her company, pushed back until they had been curled up alone here.

As it was with so many other things in life; the best answer was the shortest one. He wanted her. To see her. To drink her in. She was beautiful. Stunning. The lines of her body against his own enough to make him rampantly hard, ferocious and sudden in the intensity of his want. He kissed her again, drinking her up before parting, laying his lips to the corner of her mouth before he slipped her from his arms and twisted her around, pulled the full curve of her ass against his hips and trapping her until her back was crushed to his chest.

Free, his hands slid up her bared belly. It teased along towards her bra-clad breasts, down over the arch of her feminine him.

"This wasn't about what I wanted." He answered, his words a low rumble against the curve of her ear. She'd feel the heat of his breath against her neck, the hardness of his body tight to her own. There was no escaping his arms and the way they had wrapped around her. "You need to get fucked tonight, little girl."

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

She seen heat in his eyes, no, not just heat, fire burning bright and it slid through her like tendrils of heat licking over her body. His dark, rugged looks with that stubble on his chin was enough to make a woman weep. There wasn't time for much more though as he tightened his hold and molded his mouth to her's again taking her breath away. Soft, supple hips nudged against his lean ones, seeking him out, grinding him, showing him point blank what she wanted.

Suddenly she found herself turned and back slammed against his rock hard chest. Gasping when his length pressed the softness of her bottom, she couldn't resist rubbing against him, feeling the dampness spread against the thin lace of her panties feeling him hard for her, so hard she nearly started to beg him to fuck her.

Hot hands learned the curves of her body, she watched them move over her warm skin and shivered when he whispered in her ear. He had to know what his hot breath on the slope of her neck would do to her. Her quiet piano man was as much of a tease as she was she thought with a smile. "Mmmmm, you are so right baby, I need to get fucked, fucked by a real man that know's how to treat a dirty girl like me."

 

[Light Ice]

Baby, she had said. A pet name. A definition. It was the siren's call to the weaker of men, a context meant to assert that she was still guiding their game. A few moments ago and she'd have been right but the dynamic had shifted. Things had changed. The lusty, sultry little grind of her hips against his had given rise to the parts of Henry he kept smothered away. It'd green lit the rapid transformation that it bestowed on him. She'd left him devoid of hesitations in a few short minutes, prisoner not to her sinful needs but his own. An important distinction.

"I'm not your fucking baby."

She would feel his breath against her throat, the shift in his words. Flat and low, without the casually playful cadence he'd had before. His dick was steel against the cheeks of her ass, grinding through the fabric of his slacks into the softness as his hand lifted to suddenly claim her dark mane. The silk of her hair spilled from between his fingers as he bent her across the vanity, allowing her the cruel glimpse of the game she'd stumbled into.

Her gorgeous features partially veiled by her dark hair, pieces that had escaped the fist he kept wound within it to control her.

-SMACK!-

The sudden sound filling the room, the abrupt impact of his massive palm against her round ass rocking her up onto her toes. It was brutal from the beginning. The kind of strike meant to leave a large, angry mark for her to remember it by. It send the sharp tremors of sensation ripping through her, pain and pleasure, and echoed as her other cheek took its own brutal strike.

He spanks her brutally in her own dressing room, without apology or explanation. Each strike more solid than the one before, the cadence steady and slow, designed to make her anticipate each clap of his palm against her hot flesh and to give her a chance to try and brace herself against his onslaught.

"I'm your fucking daddy, princess."

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

"I'm not your fucking baby."

It was incredible how quickly his voice and his demeanor changed. The throb of cock against her bottom as if it were calling to her, ready to demand of her. Fingers dug into her scalp, tugging her hair and holding her bent over, pert bottom high in the air perched perfectly for his hand to crack down on it sharply making her yelp. Her thighs bumped hard against the vanity from the force of the blow and she swore she felt her honey slip down the inside of her thighs. God she was such a slut for a controlling man.

The next smack seemed even harder, god how her ass burned. There would be bruises tomorrow, thankfully she was off work. If this was just the beginning of the night she may not be able to walk tomorrow, or sit for that matter. But this, this was more than she had dreamed of, more than she'd expected of him but she loved it. Fucking loved it.

Her eyes began to water on the next strike, even more on the next. But as bad as it hurt, her slutty little cunt betrayed her and continued to slick down her thighs. A dripping mess getting her ass beat in her own dressing room. Tears slipped down her cheeks from the bruising pain and from surprise, suddenly feeling like a chastised little girl. Punished for behaving badly.

"I'm your fucking Daddy, Princess."

She came up on her toes again with that last smack and whimpered, gripping the edge of the vanity and looking into the mirror at him, straight into his eyes. "Fuck yes you are Daddy. I'm gonna be such a good little whore for you tonight Daddy.."

 

[Light Ice]

"Prove it."

A challenge. Dark. Certain. She, a sultry vixen, is tugged from that vanity by a flex of his sinuously muscled arm. He drags her off it like a doll, rips her right down until she collapses on her knees at his feet. The tremendous effect of her on him evident, painted in the way his breath has turned husky and his entire body seems coiled, wound too tight. Every muscle on edge, bristling, as his eyes burn down his suit-clad frame to the scantily-clad angel below him.

It was impossible to know what she had seen in him, what little glimpse she had taken that had revealed to her what lay beneath his otherwise calloused exterior. They had never spoken at length, never shared drinks after a show together. They had parted, went their own ways, maintained a relationship that was professional if not a little cool.

And now he was tugging his zipper down, aware of the loud buzz of it's teeth as his fly drew open. There was no restraint now, none left had he wished to hold back. The great length of his dick was freed from its confines and allowed to fall free, smooth flesh bobbing rampant infront of him and landing along the entire stretch of her pretty face. His dick was larger, heavy and hard. Hard for her.

Hard for this.

"Suck it, little girl."

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

On her knee's she was confident, cocky even, she knew she was good. She had brought men to their knee's with her talented tongue. Daddy would be no different. Her hands went to her hips, a good girl didn't need her hands, it was all about the mouth, hot tongue and relaxed throat. She would make him proud or choke to death trying. She never backed down from a challenge.

Thighs tightly pressed together and pussy clenching she leaned her head forward, eyes wide as she stared at the thick meat before her and licked her lips. God if she had known, had even had a clue just how evil he could be and just how big his cock was she would have been on her knee's for him a long time ago. Her sweet little mouth drew him in and suckled softly at first, moaning over the length of him as she captured his scent, his taste and the very essence of him. Pure sensual heaven.

Relaxing in to it her little purrs throbbed over his dick as it swelled in her expert mouth, pulsing as she sucked him. Her hands moving from her hips to slide up his thighs and grip his muscles, thrilling in the way they rippled and tightened. Grabbing on to his ass and pulling him toward her, encouraging him to fuck her mouth, use her like she knew he wanted to. Looking up at him as she swallowed his big cock and choked a little, raking her nails over the lean cords of his stomach. Heaven, this was fucking heaven.

 

[Light Ice]

Sensations ripped through him, surged up through his body until Henry found himself wrestling for control. Restraint was a luxury now, something lost, as the dark-haired siren to whom he'd so humbly played worked his prick into her mouth with voracious certainty. For a long moment it was as though his orgasm would come without beckon, simply urged from him by the bob of her head as they remained in her dressing room's dimly lit confines.

It was pure luck that he grounded himself, that the hand in her hair abandoned it to find the cool surface of her vanity and take hold.

His body bristled under her touch and he bristled under her stare, provoked by the knowing glint in her eyes. It took time to reclaim his breath, to force the desperate gasps for air she'd pulled from him to settle into ragged pants. It was then, and only then, that he reclaimed his grasp on her hair and jerked roughly back, forcing her chin to lift and her mouth to open wide.

"Pretty little cocksucking slut, aren't you?" Filthy words rumbled from within his chest as his eyes pierced her own. "Time to get fucked, princess."

The pet name was mocking as he slammed his lean hips forward, plunging that hot meat into her tiny mouth and choking her mercilessly on his fat dick. Spit and precum leaked from the corner of her mouth and down her chin, his flesh shined as he rocked his hips back and gave her only a precious instant to gulp down air.

And then he was fucking her. Brutally. Pounding her little throat with his big dick.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Princess.

Such a dirty little name when it dripped from his lips. More like a little fuck doll than a princess the way he talked to her. Cock sucking slut, princess, whore, names that made her so hot she had to slip her hand between her thighs and rub her soaked slit while he fucked her mouth and turned her into a choking, dripping slut for him. His precum was sliding down her throat and low growls made her sound like a wild animal as she tasted him.

He got her to the point she thought she'd pass out from lack of air before he pulled from her and let her gasp and choke for air. Sinful little slut that she was she just stared him in the eye and licked her lips before he took her mouth again and made it his. Trying to concentrate and keep her throat relaxed wasn't easy when at the same time she was trying to get off.

Her hand came up to his stomach and her nails dug in and marked his flesh just as she came, a mess of a crying, choking princess with tearstains down her cheeks. Her body shook and she moaned with her mouth full of him, eyes never leaving his face as he broke her, choked her, and made her cum for him without even touching her.

 

[Light Ice]

His balls tightened, every muscle screaming, every nerve in his body weeping for him to give in and let his hard prick pour its prize across her ruin of a face. The vision of her cumming was ferociously intense. The vision of her with her make-up running, her soft eyes full of tiers and want, and her lips slick and pouted around his dick was something else entirely.

Henry jerked that fat dick from her gorgeous mouth and took it in hand, feeling the steely hardness of himself and indulging in the ache that her mouth's absence brought. With one hand buried in her hair while she panted, her thighs trembling against her climax, he began to beat that thick dick across her cheek. Smacking it wetly against that perfect skin, letting her feel that ferocious weight as he taunted and toyed with her.

"Nasty little slut came for Daddy before he told her too, didn't she? Just can't help herself when she's sucking his big hard dick. Well, be a slut then, princess. Go on and bend over for Daddy. Grip your heels with those little hands and wait like a good little whore."

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Taking in air when he pulled from her lips, thankful for a moment to drag in lungfulls of precious air and lick some of the slickness from her lips her chocolate eyes were near black with passion. Surprise made her gasp when he slapped her with his cock but her naughty little hand kept rubbing her swollen clit.

All the things he said, were so true she couldn't even deny it. It drove her crazy having him take her like that and use her so perfectly. On shakey legs she stood before him, slowly turned and looked back at him, tossing her long satin hair over her shoulder as she bent over and grabbed her ankles with her thighs parted for him.

Faintly she could hear the sounds of the bar, people talking, music playing, just outside her door. And here she was. Bent over like a whore, cunt dripping and makeup stained down her cheeks, bruises forming on her ass, ready for him to take her. Shove his thick cock in her tight little hole and let him see how good of a girl she can be.

"I'm ready Daddy, your little whore is ready for you to fuck. Fuck me hard and fast, use me, please...." Her voice needy, wanton, dripping with sex.

 

[zydrate]

Felony Banks

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She wasn't the new girl...but all the other dancers treated her as such. She was quiet, she was super nice, sometimes taking shit she didn't need to.

Felony Banks hated confrontation and usually instead of standing up for herself in arguments, hell, she preferred to avoid them all together which is probably why some of the girls took advantage of her.

But that was backstage. When she was up on the stage, it was a whole different world. She was confident, sexy and damn good. Tonight, instead of being one of the backup dancers, she was going to take the lead because of the other girl calling in sick.

Even though she was sure the audience would be focusing on the other sexier girls, she was going to do her best. Give her best performance yet.

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Crystal Devine

Another day another dollar, she thought as she fluffed her hair and touched up her ruby red lips. The music was already thumping in the lounge and it served to pump her adrenaline, prepping her for the rush she always felt when she went on stage.

Standing, she did a little twirl and grabbed her hat, setting on her blonde curls and smirking in the mirror. It still amazed her how she transformed when the costume was complete. Her inner bad girl was exposed and frankly, she loved it and this place, that was helping her blossom into a performer.

Humming a few bars, doing her vocal exercises she waited at the doorway for the other girls to join her and wait for their intro. Confidently striding on stage and taking her place she exuded attitude in the way she strutted, such that you'd never know she'd grown up a shy farm girl and had made it to the big show.

I need a tough lover....