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Post by mw on Jan 16, 2010 22:22:03 GMT -5
 OOHLALA!
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[/font][/size][/center] it was a long night. a long damn night. roe lets a sigh sift out of her peach plump lips, as she brings the eyeliner pencil run under her calm violet eyes, and leans forward to dress her round face for the daily rounds. bahh. the usual shit. she can hear the dj excitedly narrate who was on stage, who was next, and etcetera etcetera. pressing her breasts together in a clean lingerie bra, the young woman finishes up her costume, and zips up a piece from behind. a maid's costume was the attire for tonight, and it usually was. everyone else was usually fantasy characters, such as a sexed-up snow white. still, it brought in some cash, and rowe liked it either way.
hearing her name, the innocent, horny french maid she rolled her eyes, slipped on her white beret, and strutted out to the main stage to the excited crowd. hearing the pumping bass and rhythmic jazz, the young stripper had to get herself pumped, despite the usual air about her. closing her eyes, and grabbing hold of the pole, roe slipped her leg around the cold piece, and swung around to the cheers of the bar patrons. in a matter of at least.. ten minutes, she had showed off her breasts, lean dance moves, and flexibility as the grubby customers cheered on.
as time went on, and on.. she had successfully showed her stuff, skin, and enthralled a few guys. all in all, she made some good cash, and that was obvious as she fished some billifolds out of her breast cracks, and lingerie straps. feeling the pats of some of the usual veterans of the strip bar, roe sighed softly, and sat at her small booth with her robe. setting the money aside, she stifled a yawn, cracked open a small can of an energy drink, and took a steadfast sip. a few more hours to go.
leaning forward to examine her make-up, she was about to clean it off when suddenly, one of the security escorts tapped her on the shoulder, smiling calmly. a customer wan's a priva'e boo'h wi' you, gal.. which propelled a sigh, a tussle web of her violet hair, and the costume being slipped right back on. with her bimbo attire on, and her nearly double-d breasts bouncing for all of the damn men to see, roe walked across the smoke-filled atmosphere to the private booths.
with curtains covering most of the area, and a round booth with a small table, for her or drinks, roe couldn't help but be nervous. she hadn't donea private booth in a while, and in the last one, she had been groped rather fiercely. coiling a sigh in her lips out, she pushed the curtain aside, and stepped in to say hello, then.. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by aijou on Jan 18, 2010 4:46:58 GMT -5
 ( what's going on the floor? i love this record baby but i can't see straight anymore )Italy was a place no one in their right mind wouldn’t want to explore and discover the secrets of. And Aijou was the type of person that simply had to know the secrets of everything – so it was only natural that she would go out to wander most of Milan for the better part of the day. School hadn’t been an issue since it was the weekend, and she could forgo homework for a while. So, she’d gotten lunch at the Galleria Vittori Emanuele, and explored the Duomo before getting bored and heading off into the less favourable parts of the city, sure that she would find something fascinating and simply out of this world there – it was where the commoner people lurked, after all. It wasn’t like Aijou was expected to know how they lived way down there. Along the way, she’d almost-literally frolicked in the Parco Forlanini, chasing butterflies and very nearly disturbing the passerby and more normal residents of the city. Hadn’t they ever seen a girl chasing the pretty flying things? Surely it had to be a fairly normal sight for them (obviously not.)
Even so, the girl had to admit that she hadn’t expected she would stay out for quite this long. After finding herself in several less-than-favourable situations, Aijou had tried to find a way out of the downtown part of Milan and pick her way back to the Academy. Evidently, since she was still in downtown, stranded on the corner of a shabby street, she’d failed miserably – and was utterly lost, too. It didn’t help that the lights and everything else looked alien to her. Strange people kept passing her by, one or two she’d swear she’d seen before. Most of them were rather shabbily and suspiciously dressed, too; and not all that expensively at all compared to her clean, fresh white blouse, the upper chest part fashioned in a slight puffy style, similar to a baby doll dress, with sleeves that reached her elbows. The collar dipped beneath her collarbone, and from the hem, two strands of fabric crossed in front of her neck and behind, while a small white bow tied in front of her chest. Overtop her shirt, she’d quickly thrown on a thin, not-very-warm grey jacket with white trim. Her lower body was clad in simple jeans and black socks and dress shoes, and her entire outfit wasn’t that warm at all.
So it would make sense that she was shivering while hugging herself, her red eyes flickering about the unfamiliar scenery. She didn’t like how the strange people were staring at her at all, like she was a piece of meat, or something – what the hell, did they want to mug her? Aijou hadn’t brought her purse with her, having not expected to buy anything; just a bunch of spare change in her pocket. Surely no one would try to beat her up for a few meagre handfuls of change, right? A shudder ran through her, and the red-haired girl decided that she’d better move, and quickly turned left down the street, feeling more and more paranoid by the second. It was dark, it was cold, she was far away from the Academy, as far as she knew – and she was lost. So it only made sense that she’d have to get some directions, right? Maybe a ride, too – but not from any of these gross, disgusting people. They were creepy enough as it was – imagine riding in the car with one of them!
Curious eyes stumbled upon an interesting-looking building, rather large and colourful, with the letters “HOLLYWOOD” sprawled across it. Hollywood…? Red eyebrows raised at the sparkling proclamation above the large double-doors. Isn’t that in America? She leaned back on her heels, musing as to how an American city could be moved to a – what was this called again? A “club”? – in Italy, before abruptly coming to the conclusion that such a place must have knowledgeable people. Maybe a friendly person or two that could help her get back to Stella Fiore before the curfew? So, rather earnestly, she reached out with a pale hand to grasp the handle of the door, and pulled, quickly stepping in to get away from the cold. What fell on her eyes next was a grossly fascinating woman that appeared to be dancing with a pole; the brief glimpse Aijou had caught before quickly averting her gaze, face flaming, was that the woman – or girl? – had been wearing something similar to a Snow White costume.
”Eh? You loo’in for someone?” A heavy hand was suddenly placed on her shoulder, and the girl jerked, whirling around defensively, an angry yell on the tip of her tongue before she was suddenly face to face with a very strange man, who still managed to look somehow friendly. She felt dizzy relief, and began to speak, ”Uh, well, sort of, nya. You see – “ Before she could even finish her sentence, the man’s hand had taken up residence at her lower back – too low too low too low! – and she was being propelled in the dingy, weird club, toward what appeared to be a curtained booth. ”I know, I know – you want Rowe, right? I’ll ge’ ‘er for you.” The red-haired girl couldn’t even reply and suddenly found herself in the booth, sitting at the table, with a suspicious-looking drink in front of her. A quick sniff confirmed that it contained alcohol, so she warily pushed it away, taking in her predicament. She’d walked in a strange club called Hollywood, seen a nearly naked woman on a stage – she was still getting her flush under control – and now the strange man in the club was going to get someone called “Rowe”, whoever that was. Well…maybe they could help her?
Humming, the girl idly kicked her legs back and forth, the thought that she could probably easily leave never occurring her. Curiously, she leaned forward, gaze on the liquor in front of her, and took a tentative sip; a burning sensation ran down her throat, and she coughed violently, disliking the taste. Almost a moment later, she heard a quiet voice say, ”Hello, then…” The voice was pleasant, had a Scottish roll to it, and was obviously that of a woman’s; earnestly, Aijou snapped her head in the speaker’s direction, about to greet them, only to be met with –
Oh dear god. Face flushing again, Aijou snapped her gaze in other direction once more, breath sticking uselessly in her throat. She’d caught a glimpse of a maid’s uniform and purple hair this time, not much else to begin with – not that she even wanted to see anything else! Just the brief flicker of the visual was enough for her to see that the other had not been wearing nearly enough. Although, she supposed she should reply. ”I didn’t – I mean – nya, I don’t – “ She sputtered uselessly, feeling her face heat up again, and literally flailed her arms in turmoil, not caring whether she looked like an idiot in front of the – the – the – she couldn’t even say the word in her head, it was too absurd. Aijou took a deep breath, before managing to coherently say, still looking away, ”Are you Rowe, nya? I didn’t want…a…a…whatever it is you do for a living, nya. I don’t understand what’s going on here, nya…” [/b] The last part was said under her breath, more to herself than anything else.
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