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Title: Have some composure, where is your posture. [[1/?]]
Author: myusedromancex
Rating: PG13 - NC17
Pairing: Jepha Howard // Zacky Baker
The Used // Avenged Sevenfold
Category: Slash.
Description: One of the filthy men seems to be getting a bit worked up about the whole thing, placing a 20 dollar bill between his disgustingly white teeth, in a crewd invitation if nothing else.
Dedication: xdieromantic. _superherogirl_. jackslapchear. _ohthehysteria. bibbles_11. simplykay.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
'Jay! Jay, get the fuck out here.' I smirk when I am called for, adjusting my dark shirt, the tiny mesh holes on the sleeves showing off my tattoos nicely. It was an almost eery as the greens and blues seemed to glow through the thin fabric.
Running a hand through my hair, I stepped out of the small room and into a much larger one. One filled with dim lights, dimmer music and enough men to keep anyone busy. Swaying my hips lightly, I took myself from one table to another, offering a smile to the guests for tonight.
Some will be back tomorrow, others will never return. But it doesn't matter. All are just pieces of an impossible puzzle. The only important thing is that I make sure these perverts have a good time tonight, ensuring there will be food on the table tomorrow.
I smile as I spot young group of guys, all sitting together and sipping on their drinks. I see this as a promising investment, waltzing over and asking the boys if they are enjoying themselves. The response is a wink and a few nodding heads. A grin plays on my lips as I sway slowly the music, matching the beat with slight movements of my hips.
My dancing becomes a bit more evident and a few cat calls are thrown my way. One of the filthy men seems to be getting a bit worked up about the whole thing, placing a 20 dollar bill between his disgustingly white teeth, in a crewd invitation if nothing else. My grin doesn't fade as I dance my way closer to him, sliding into his lap and grabbing the bill between my own teeth, tugging it from him slowly, looking his eyes.
A see a spark dance behind them and his mouth pulls into a satisfied smirk, his large hands moving up to roughly claim my hips, dragging me against him. I do my best to play it up, letting out a seemingly convincing moan, the vibrations darting up my throat. I pluck the bill from my teeth, dragging it down my chest slowly and slipping it into the front of my pants, smiling at him.
He seems to think it was pretty amazing as he lifts his hips to pull out another 20, pushing into down the front of my pants as well, his hand lingering a bit longer than necessary. His friends elicit a low humming 'ohhhh' when he does so, the way teenage boys do when one of them does something considerably 'daring'.
I slide off of his lap slowly, blowing him a kiss, his eyes following my hips as I slink away. Easy fourty bucks. Fucking chump.
I wander away to see if I can find another rich, frat boy jerk. The ones with the fat heads and the 'I'm not a fag!' outlook. But everday I see them in here, getting their rocks off to half-dressed men. Seems pretty straight to me. .
I roll my eyes at the thought as I pass another table, this one claimed by just one man. He is looking in the direction of the bar, sipping on his drink. I am suddenly curious as to why he is alone. As I ponder through a list of personal theories, he looks over. I freeze.
I was stolen away by the boy,
the boy with bright green eyes.
x-posted like your mother.
Author: myusedromancex
Rating: PG13 - NC17
Pairing: Jepha Howard // Zacky Baker
The Used // Avenged Sevenfold
Category: Slash.
Description: One of the filthy men seems to be getting a bit worked up about the whole thing, placing a 20 dollar bill between his disgustingly white teeth, in a crewd invitation if nothing else.
Dedication: xdieromantic. _superherogirl_. jackslapchear. _ohthehysteria. bibbles_11. simplykay.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
'Jay! Jay, get the fuck out here.' I smirk when I am called for, adjusting my dark shirt, the tiny mesh holes on the sleeves showing off my tattoos nicely. It was an almost eery as the greens and blues seemed to glow through the thin fabric.
Running a hand through my hair, I stepped out of the small room and into a much larger one. One filled with dim lights, dimmer music and enough men to keep anyone busy. Swaying my hips lightly, I took myself from one table to another, offering a smile to the guests for tonight.
Some will be back tomorrow, others will never return. But it doesn't matter. All are just pieces of an impossible puzzle. The only important thing is that I make sure these perverts have a good time tonight, ensuring there will be food on the table tomorrow.
I smile as I spot young group of guys, all sitting together and sipping on their drinks. I see this as a promising investment, waltzing over and asking the boys if they are enjoying themselves. The response is a wink and a few nodding heads. A grin plays on my lips as I sway slowly the music, matching the beat with slight movements of my hips.
My dancing becomes a bit more evident and a few cat calls are thrown my way. One of the filthy men seems to be getting a bit worked up about the whole thing, placing a 20 dollar bill between his disgustingly white teeth, in a crewd invitation if nothing else. My grin doesn't fade as I dance my way closer to him, sliding into his lap and grabbing the bill between my own teeth, tugging it from him slowly, looking his eyes.
A see a spark dance behind them and his mouth pulls into a satisfied smirk, his large hands moving up to roughly claim my hips, dragging me against him. I do my best to play it up, letting out a seemingly convincing moan, the vibrations darting up my throat. I pluck the bill from my teeth, dragging it down my chest slowly and slipping it into the front of my pants, smiling at him.
He seems to think it was pretty amazing as he lifts his hips to pull out another 20, pushing into down the front of my pants as well, his hand lingering a bit longer than necessary. His friends elicit a low humming 'ohhhh' when he does so, the way teenage boys do when one of them does something considerably 'daring'.
I slide off of his lap slowly, blowing him a kiss, his eyes following my hips as I slink away. Easy fourty bucks. Fucking chump.
I wander away to see if I can find another rich, frat boy jerk. The ones with the fat heads and the 'I'm not a fag!' outlook. But everday I see them in here, getting their rocks off to half-dressed men. Seems pretty straight to me. .
I roll my eyes at the thought as I pass another table, this one claimed by just one man. He is looking in the direction of the bar, sipping on his drink. I am suddenly curious as to why he is alone. As I ponder through a list of personal theories, he looks over. I freeze.
I was stolen away by the boy,
the boy with bright green eyes.
x-posted like your mother.