The Things We Do to Hide From Ourselves
*Who: Yax & Evan... oh and some other drunken assholes
*When: Holidays (sorry it's early... Sophie's impatient ;P)
*What: To try and make amends
*Why: Because she'd pissed at him and he doesn't seem to like it
*Rating: NC-17 for sexual and violent themes (Strip club & Drunk Guys)
"Ah there you are Vixen, you have 5 minutes before you're on." Came a man in his mid-twenties, sounding as if he was out of breath looking for their instant main event. Who would have guessed that she would be so successful? And it was all because of her figure and flaming red hair; drunks just couldn't get enough... what a compliment...?
"Yeah, whatever." Selena gave the guy the finger as she swigged back more of the fiery liquid from her flask, wanting to kill whomever thought that that name was a good idea. It was just plain lame. Finally getting up she pushed him out of her way and went back to the line up waiting for the 1:30am show to begin and anticipating when she could finally retire for the night.
The music began and Selena became an entirely different person, singing and dancing in public and being very skantily clad. She used polls, stairs and the other girls on stage as props for her 'show' and collected various notes in the strangest of places considering what all was covering her. Bye the end of her set every girl but her was completely naked and do whatever to themselves, each other and the drunken baffoons in the audience. Selena was at the front slowly taking the zipper of her top down the short distance for the rich party that sat there until one of them tried to touch her. She shook her head and zipped it back up before backing away and finishing her last number for the night, disappearing in a cloud of smoke as the rest of the girls collected money for their laps dances and no doubt promised and practised sexual favours; one girl was already on her knees in front of a random stranger as he waved a 20 note above her. Selena wouldn't do it. She entirely refused and so far it hadn't been demanded of her. She brought men back without having to bare all in hopes that she would the next time.
When Selena emerged again she was in a new little, more permanent, outfit meant for wondering around the floor as men would give her more money and buy her drinks and such. Unfortunately this part of the job was also mandatory. Without the protection of the stage, which sometimes wasn't any protection at all, there had been a number of pointless bar fights over her the summer before. Who should be able to buy her a drink? And so on and so forth. Selena had caused a huge fight after that one as she let both men buy her a drink and then gave them to the other and walked away.
Selena was almost out, almost free and good to retire after nearly half an hour of faking shot after shot, when a very drunken man stood in her way, slobbering over himself about how great a fuck she would be. He also happened to mention his whale wife and crabby little six year old brat. Selena told him to go home and walked around him only for him to grab her. She easily twisted out of it a threatened to call security, which were really no better than him, and started climbing the stairs when he almost yanked her down, twisting her ankle. Her fist came hard against his face, making him fall down the stairs his nose gushing blood but he was too far drunk to exactly notice the pain and just got back up and came after her again.
*When: Holidays (sorry it's early... Sophie's impatient ;P)
*What: To try and make amends
*Why: Because she'd pissed at him and he doesn't seem to like it
*Rating: NC-17 for sexual and violent themes (Strip club & Drunk Guys)
"Ah there you are Vixen, you have 5 minutes before you're on." Came a man in his mid-twenties, sounding as if he was out of breath looking for their instant main event. Who would have guessed that she would be so successful? And it was all because of her figure and flaming red hair; drunks just couldn't get enough... what a compliment...?
"Yeah, whatever." Selena gave the guy the finger as she swigged back more of the fiery liquid from her flask, wanting to kill whomever thought that that name was a good idea. It was just plain lame. Finally getting up she pushed him out of her way and went back to the line up waiting for the 1:30am show to begin and anticipating when she could finally retire for the night.
The music began and Selena became an entirely different person, singing and dancing in public and being very skantily clad. She used polls, stairs and the other girls on stage as props for her 'show' and collected various notes in the strangest of places considering what all was covering her. Bye the end of her set every girl but her was completely naked and do whatever to themselves, each other and the drunken baffoons in the audience. Selena was at the front slowly taking the zipper of her top down the short distance for the rich party that sat there until one of them tried to touch her. She shook her head and zipped it back up before backing away and finishing her last number for the night, disappearing in a cloud of smoke as the rest of the girls collected money for their laps dances and no doubt promised and practised sexual favours; one girl was already on her knees in front of a random stranger as he waved a 20 note above her. Selena wouldn't do it. She entirely refused and so far it hadn't been demanded of her. She brought men back without having to bare all in hopes that she would the next time.
When Selena emerged again she was in a new little, more permanent, outfit meant for wondering around the floor as men would give her more money and buy her drinks and such. Unfortunately this part of the job was also mandatory. Without the protection of the stage, which sometimes wasn't any protection at all, there had been a number of pointless bar fights over her the summer before. Who should be able to buy her a drink? And so on and so forth. Selena had caused a huge fight after that one as she let both men buy her a drink and then gave them to the other and walked away.
Selena was almost out, almost free and good to retire after nearly half an hour of faking shot after shot, when a very drunken man stood in her way, slobbering over himself about how great a fuck she would be. He also happened to mention his whale wife and crabby little six year old brat. Selena told him to go home and walked around him only for him to grab her. She easily twisted out of it a threatened to call security, which were really no better than him, and started climbing the stairs when he almost yanked her down, twisting her ankle. Her fist came hard against his face, making him fall down the stairs his nose gushing blood but he was too far drunk to exactly notice the pain and just got back up and came after her again.