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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:55 pm
Alright, no memory lane thoughts. Focus on the here. He glanced back at the rest of the group as Keith joined him once again, seeing the bartender had placed his interest in to chicks chatting away down the bar. Keith was dressed again and.. did he just score a job? As a stripper? He snickered, but held it back as a thought occurred to him. Between.. a stripper and a maid.. what really was worse between those choices? At least Keith was sexy in what he did, while Conor was just a ******** pansy cleaning after some lazy slob. ..Never mind that their room was the worst out of the inn. Still was – hell if Conor was cleaning up that place! He had enough laundry to do. He winced and took another drink – oh, ********, he was thinking like a ma. “Y'know.. Most ******** strippers on stage strip.” Now he looked over at Bela – had they had this conversation before? He was pretty sure someone had said something. Not sure on the answer, though.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:06 pm
 Keith could only grin after what Conor had said. It was true. Strippers on stage should be stripping. "Hey, Blondie. He's right. Or is it you feel too ugly after me? Afraid of the new competition? Counting how many days you have left? Get naked." He said as he glanced at her. Eh, at least he hadn't been afraid of stripping. From the look of it, she was the one who was all talk and no act. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lend it to conor to light it up. How many were there left? Damn, he had lost count with everything that had just happen. Oh well, he would just have to not worry until they were back in their room where he'd be able to recount them all. No way in hell he would be able to sleep if he didn't knew the exact number that were left. Once Conor had lit it, he turned around on his chair, using the counter to rest his arms and grined at Bella. "So, what are you waiting for? If it's money you want, stupid german over there is willing to pay." He turned to give a look toward Hans. "Hey Dude! You want to see her naked too, don't you! Ya going to pay!"
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:20 pm
Hans was about to retort at what the boy said but he blushed and nodded in agreement. "If dein Fraulien vouldnt mind? I do have die money." Hans admitted. "Vell Fraulien Bela?" Hans asked. "I kan pay up front if dein likes?" Hans said as he got up. "Bitte, excuse mich Fraulien." Hans said to the owner Alice.
Hans left the woman and headed up to Bela. He took out his wallet and produced American money, this should be good here in the village? If not he had Deutsche Marks. "Vell? Vant to? I do nicht vant to force you?" Hans said gently. ((Im sick of writing Ich lol so imma play with Hans's bad english for a bit))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:37 pm
 Carly and Matthew looked at the card handed to them, before quickly putting it in their pockets. It was almost an instantaneous movemnt, both doing it at the same time without having coordinated anything. "Well--" Matthew started, but was soon cut off. Hearing the two boy's voices. Were they ragging on Bela? Oh s**t, that could be a problem.
Carly looked at the boys and later at the blond, but turned back to Nanami without a problem. She, unlike Matthew, was unaware of the girl's explosive temper. "Well, that seems lovely. Your the first person to invite me anywhere, you know, besides Matthew here." she pointed with her thumb and laughed. Not noticing Matthew's continued stare at Bela, half expectation and half curiosity. He'd only seen Bela dance once or twice, since he only got the job recently. And he couldn't deny that she was attractive, even with that repellent personality.
Bela gaped, but she stood up to the challenge. Even if blondie wasn't paying, she'd dance, just to shut those two up. "Y'know..." she imitated Conor, "Teens are usually at home playing video games and wanking off to the internet." she replied acidly, watching as Hans approached. "Keep your money, the look on those two faces will be enough." she said with a cold edge, not meant for Hans, though. "But I'll need one of you to start up the audio, I want the song to be a surprise!" she smiled maliciously, her eyes seemed to glint. Though nobody was close enough to see this, except Hans. "Something fast, though. No time for 'slow a** music'!" she called, imitating Keith, walking further onto the stage. She loved twisting their words up. Bela stretched her arms and legs, which were sure to get a work-out. (Heh, I just wanted Bela's dance to be a solo post. Without Carly or Matthew butting in. ;D)  
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:35 pm
Bela didn't even look to see who started the song, it could have been anybody; Hans, Keith, Conor, Matthew, Elizabeth, or Alice. She was sure neither of the other women were the ones who would stand up and start up the music, that redhead or lonely brunnete. And as the music started, she could only smile, recognizing the song immeadiately. Oh, the irony! Bela started slow, like in any seduction. Her hands were on her hips, palm on each side of her waist. She moved her hips in a sensual manner, before whipping her head back and giving them that infamous 'come hither' look. Hands descending down her smooth and creamy legs, bending down with incredible flexibility. And just as the music started up fast, she snapped back up and turned toward them. Throwing her hands up in the air, a mischievous smile on her face. Lowering her left, brushing her other arm as she did so. Being a tease, she danced a little as she unbuttoned her shirt and threw it offstage. Revealing her lacy black bra, which held her perky breasts. Real, by the way. Never missing a beat, she shook her torso to the rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth. Her boots didn't allow her much use of her legs, just yet, anyway. And with that, she turned to the pole, moving her hips seductively as she walked over and predictably jumped onto it. She grabbed on tight, making it look effortless. Kicking her leg forward, a move which highlited her boots and thighs; her leg in general. Before gracefully sliding down a little, where she twisted herself upside down. Mocking Keith with his own move, really. The flirty blond then swung her legs back, landing with a soft thunk; since the pounding music drowned out most. She righted herself with a little effort and strutted around the pole, before hooking her hands into her skirt and sliding it down and off. Throwing it in Hans' direction, uncaring. She rubbed her body a little as she rocked her hips down to the floor, kicking her leg up with a lot of flair as she fell back onto her hands. Finishing off with the previous 'come hither' look, once again. This time, directed at the cocky teenager. She was sure he wasn't being seductive in his dance, but she was. And with that movement, the music died and she was left shining in the light. A light sheen of sweat covered her body, making her seem all that more shiny. " How was that?" she asked, a small proud smile spreading across her face.
(I know, I suck. But I got so bored of just waiting for anybody to post or for me think up something sexy, so here it was. xD)
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:09 pm
He set his glass aside, partly because it was empty and he wanted another, but mainly to slouch forward in his seat and study her from below. To compare the two..? Nah, he couldn't do that. Too many differences in style, appearance, outfit.. He shrugged and leaned back again, twisting his seat around towards the counter. “Eh, she's okay.. Never expected much from a hick stripper anyway.” He raised his voice so she could hear him and listened for a reaction, though the disappointment or hurt pride would be expected. His eyes were on Matthew though as he raised his hand a bit, pointing at his glass with the other, “Jagerbomb! Don't waste any ******** time this time, man. Supposed to be working.” He instructed and slid the cup over to the bartender's side, turning his gaze onto Keith. What did he think? He knew they both thought she was doable, but the dance..? It was more of a challenge to him than anything.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:41 pm
Yeah, she moved good. Yeah, she was sexy. Yeah, she knew how to attract men. But really, what else could you expect from an old slut? Or perhaps she was a whore. Whore would be better. At least she would be getting paid...
Keith frown all during the dance, studying her. He wasn’t doing it because he was interested in her. Well, he was, but only in her naked, not her getting naked. No, the reason why he was looking at her, was to be sure to know all her moves and be able to use them against her. However, a big disappointment came when he realized that the way he moved, and the way she moved were totally different. That had probably something to do with the fact that she was a woman while he was male. Also, from the look of it, so were their styles. The way she moved, she was seducing people into looking at her, making them want her. She was a teased. Keith, on the other hand, was more rough and cocky. People wanted him because they couldn’t get him. That was the difference between them. Costumer would want Bella because she made them want her, while they would want Keith because he would make them know they wouldn’t be able to get him.
”Meh, not bad. I’ll admit old men would love you. Could work better on your beat. You went off a couple of times. But yeah… I’ll have to give to you. It really show that you’ve been doing it for a long time. A very, very long time. He turned around and finished his own drink. That was his way of telling a compliment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:58 pm
Matthew had watched her with an amused smile on his face. She never rejected a challenge, did she? Oh, huh? Oh, right! He took the boy's glass to make his drink again, the 'Jagerbomb'. In a few minutes, it was done. Sliding it back at the teenage looking boy. When he looked over, Bela had disappeared from the stage. Oh! She was right there at the bar, in her bare undergarments. Oh lord... what was she doing?
Bela had slid over to the bar, next to the boys. Sitting in her bare panties on the bar-top, being a tease. "You know, you never took your eyes off me," she whispered to Keith, kicking her legs out again. "And neither did your friend," her eyes slid over to Conor, who was just receiving his Jagerbomb. "But, that's normal. I always get that reaction." she said hotly, poking the side of his thigh with the tip of her boot. Just being friendly. Besides, honestly, his a**-y attitude kinda turned her on. She was always sought after, but he outright challenged her. She always loved a challenge. And she was sure this boy was over 15, because she had some morals and she abhored sleeping with minors 15 and under.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:17 pm
Hans had taken a chair and turned it around, so that he could straddle it while he watched the girl, Bela strip. Yes a lot better, more sensual, Hans loved sensuality and curves. Her shirt he had caught and held onto for a bit as his eyes watched her every move. There was finesse to Bela's display.. though he was a bit disappointed she hadn't gotten fully naked.
When she finished he went back to the bar and back to Alice. He ordered another drink, just a vodka with orange juice. He offered Bela's shirt back to her.
"Maybe dein und Bela schould habe ein strip off zsometime?" Hans smiled to the boy, Keith and the blonde, Bela.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:16 pm
Eh, at least she wasn’t some p***y… well, actually yeah, she was. Keith chuckled at his own immature joke before pointing his glass at the bartender. What was his name again? He didn’t remember. Nor did he care to ask. From now on, he’d be… Jude. Yeah, he looked like a Jude. And Bella would, obviously, be Blondie. As for his boss… She’d be Boss. Hey, it was either that or Oneye and he didn’t feel like getting fired right away. Not until he would have found himself a sugar daddy or some rich married guy he could blackmail. He returned his attention to Bella, smirking at her. “Hey, I had to make sure you weren’t going to back off from the challenge. Besides, I already told you, I got a thing for MILF.” Was that getting old? Probably. Did he care? Not at all. He took a drag out of his cigarettes before giving a dirty look at the German. Now that he was an employe there, could he ask the bouncer to kick him out? ”Dude, I thought I told you to learn to speak. If you can’t talk, at least spit some cash. Tip her if you enjoyed it. Gosh, what am I saying? ******** tip me! I got naked, she didn’t! “
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:39 pm
"I vill cut out dein tongue if dein does nicht sctop ztouse remarks boy." Hans glared at him. He took out his wallet anyhow and went up to Bela and Keith. He handed Bela some and then shoved some more over to Keith. Both had gotten a substantial amount for tip, hell it might as well have been full on payment for the shows. "Refine ze technique und dein could haben all die Frauliens droolingt." Hans added with a smirk. He couldn't get too angry when he was getting drunk. But this night wasnt going as planned.
Hans sighed and went back over to Alice. "Ist been vonderful Fraulien." Hans said as he took Alice's free hand and kissed the back of it. "Aber i ztink ist time fur mich to turn in." He said gently as he released her hand. "Aufveidersehen.. ach ztat ist gutbye." Hans smiled before he paid is tab and headed out. After all he didnt need his niece getting worried and coming after him. -exit Hans-
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 9:50 pm
Both complimented her? Well, that was like winning an Emmy! She should be proud! He watched her slide over to them and grinned as she continued with the ego. He was going to respond, but, his attention was on the fact that the guy had slid a glass towards him! Just like – no, stop it, stop it. He could take the glass without imagining.. those things. Well, really, it was a small town and in every flick.. it was normally a small town. But, no, drawling and strutting about like him could wait for when he was smashed. And that would take quite a bit.. Despite his youth, he was better at holding his alcohol then – well. He wouldn't go so far as to say he was better than Keith, but he was better than.. that German guy, he bet. The slut.. all of the sluts. Probably the bartender. He took another drink contently, concealing his excitement with a glance over at the German guy. ..Was he talking? He pursed his lips and frowned as Keith answered the guy.
“Dude, how the ******** did you understand that?” He didn't know if he should be amazed or not, but the guy almost spoke in gibberish as far as he was concerned. “All I got was he.. I dunno, do you want.. a dime or some s**t? And.. uh..?” He drifted off, not really getting much more than that dime bit. He had guesses, but it didn't make much sense.. Why would the stripper work for a dime? He shook his head – well, the German was gone. He turned his head back towards Bela and smirked cockily up at her. Now he would reply to that bit of pride she threw at them. “Always? We had to ******** convince you to strip and you didn't even finish.” He pointed out with a hand motioning to her bra and panties, “Probably always ends in disappointment too, huh?”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:33 pm
Bela didn't even say thank you, as Hans handed back her shirt and gave her her pay. She rolled her eyes at Keith, expecting nothing less. What was with men and their mouths? Did spewing s**t out of it the only talent they have? Why did she always like the cocky ones?! She slipped her arms through the sleeves, one by one. In a deliberate fashion, she flicked her hair out from under the collar at the back of her shirt. She didn't seem bothered in the least, sitting there in her shirt, panties and boots. " I'm just that good, ya know?" she teased Keith, a smirk on her face. With Keith it was competitive, but with Conor... he was just derogatory. She didn't like him. And in a flash, she lifted her boot to his face. She wasn't aiming to kick him, far from it. She was too far to reach him. In any case, she was pointing at him with the heel of her boot. " Y'know, city slicker..." she drawled, " You'd best learn to watch your words, especially when your behind enemy lines." she lifted her eyebrow condescendingly, a malicious smile tugging at her lips. It wasn't like she was going to enforce this, but she thought the huge bouncer could. She leaned to Keith then, " I really don't like this b***h," she motioned her head to Conor, her leg also making a small movement. And with that, she pulled her leg back and jumped off the bar top. " But I suppose you can stick around. Even though, I still think Alice made a huge mistake." she laughed, obviously quite amused. He was her co-worker? Bah, prepostorous! She strutted over to pick up her mini-skirt, deliberately bending down to get it. As soon as she righted herself, she continued her little show. Passing by Alice, giving her a look. And with that, she went upstairs and into Alice's room.
[Bela exits]
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:56 pm
 ____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ Dear God. Did they ever shut up? Alice almost regretted hiring the kid, until Bela started her dance. Well... this would be more than entertaining. Sorta, it could backfire and give her more work than she needs. Whatever-Ha! Bela looked pissed. Not that she didn't see it coming. Then again Bela was almost always pissed. It was how they comunicated anyways. Hansel proved to be a man like any other- who stopped to kiss her hand farewell. Odd. Well actually corny but... What can you do? He paid well. Plus, she got a free drink. Now that Bela was off, Alice looked over at the two boys and shrugged slightly. "He can be here I suppose, but not to antagonize my other employees. Unless we want those tips to tilt in a certain blond's direction" warned the owner before standing up. "Other than that, you start tonight. Properly."
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:06 pm
Keith grinned a bit. She had just practicably admitted that he wasn't half bad, which, coming from Blondie probably meant he was damn good. And she called Conor a b***h. That was just hilarious. He didn't think anyone but him had called Conor a b***h before. Sure, he was one. He was his b***h. But hearing it from someone else? He just had to look at his friend and laugh a bit. "Dude, she just called you a b***h" He said between two chuckles. His attention was then brought on Mia. Oh? He was to start that day? Fair with him. He finished his drink in one swing and stood up. ]"Come, we're leaving. I need to get into better... clothes. And I need other underwear." He said to his friend before leaving.
-Exit Keith-
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