It was a moderate sized strip club in some dark place of the city. The place wasn't that bad, just dark, red light, sex, prostitutes, you know? One of those places. A buff bouncer stood at the door. Neon lights. A moderate size parking lot. Front door in, left size was to leave some important things. Right side in was the bar, able to fit around 10 people. Across from the bar where were the actions at. Stripper poles, couches, sofas, coffee tables. Some with their booths. Some in the middle. Waiter/waitress would carry the drinks to the table. To the far right side of the bar would be curtained, for further...entertainment if anyone wished.
Off in a corner booth had dark purple curtains. It was currently opened but it had sort of secluded private area. Not for having sex of course. A patron who had her corner all to her self. She was quite known in the club. Allie they called her. Never gave out her last name. Lab coat, backpack, books, and notebooks would scatter all over the place. A laptop in front of her. Earbuds. Pencil, calculator. A few closed container drinks and an ice bucket. A few known to not mess with her. Several just consider her awkward, but hey, money is money.
She wore a low cut sleeveless shirt. She wore no bras. A yellow jacket that extended only between waist and stomach. Gold color earring. Black jeans. Black running shoes. She had red hair, tied back into a ponytail A pink heart drawing under her left eye.
Off in a corner booth had dark purple curtains. It was currently opened but it had sort of secluded private area. Not for having sex of course. A patron who had her corner all to her self. She was quite known in the club. Allie they called her. Never gave out her last name. Lab coat, backpack, books, and notebooks would scatter all over the place. A laptop in front of her. Earbuds. Pencil, calculator. A few closed container drinks and an ice bucket. A few known to not mess with her. Several just consider her awkward, but hey, money is money.
She wore a low cut sleeveless shirt. She wore no bras. A yellow jacket that extended only between waist and stomach. Gold color earring. Black jeans. Black running shoes. She had red hair, tied back into a ponytail A pink heart drawing under her left eye.
Flare was a Russian Panda who knew English, and was staying in the Usa after her mother went missing so she could get a better job and easier pay, however the first place that seemed like it was worth it, was this strip club, having applied a few days ago, she is on her first day as she is On call after a certain veteran stripper got sick, coming into the place she'd go to a pole really close to the patron in the back and ask* "Excuse me miss, would you like me to dance for you ?" *she had Soviet Russian Emblem Panties and Bra, she may live in America now but all of her clothes were from the mother land* "I hope you don't mind my species" *She said climbing the pole and looking at the patron waiting for a yes of some sort*
(Continued from PM. Bold text copied from another writer and taken from the group PM. Edit: Ivy now tells me she expects to disappear after a job or something in a few days. So skip her.)
"You're pretty! And charming, and sensuous as well!"
"How long have you been pole-dancing?"
Berry smiled, with her eyelids lowered as she took the customer's compliments. She heard that sort of stuff all the time. She was a professional. It made her feel warm, but she felt was used to that reaction from her dances.
"Thanks!"
She rubbed the customer's left shoulder as they walked, blue and white nails brushing gently against her.
"I've danced for a year or two. Before that I was modeling. Mostly overseas." Zlanka, aka "Berry Amber", had an accent that was between Slavic and Mediterranean. She grew up in a small Barnicean village near the coast.
"Would you like to dress-up yourself, before having some coffee?", the customer asked.
Zlanka wasn't sure if she meant coffee at the club or elsewhere. She defiantly was not free to leave the business. She was at work and there to make herself and the club money.
She figured she meant elsewhere, because Berry had indeed already dressed before leaving the stage. A piece of leather wrapped around the outsides of her breast like a scarf pulled taut to her outsides. It wrapped around her neck in a collar. Her neckline, cleavage and belly button were exposed as the straps curved to meet at her hips. They crossed and were attached by a few buttons. (As seen on profile page)
"You want to buy me a drink?" She looked Ivy in the eye. "Girl, I drink long island ice teas." The stripped restrained the urge to chuckle, just because it wasn't her reaction. Instead, her eyes narrowed and her lips widened as she restrained a grin. "Did you enjoy your time on the stage?"
"I always loved some nice music and a dance, as devious they could seem.", Ivy said in a mischievous tone.
"Well you went a little longer than I wanted to up there", she said in a bit of a huff. "But the crowd liked it. Maybe you should apply to work here."
A waitress arrived and looked at Ivy, "Would you like to buy Berry a drink?" A strip club was definitely not a free place to hang out, unfortunately.
Berry did like the customer and already started to hope she'd apply. Customers would always be at a distance. Berry wished she was closer with the other dancers. She'd love to work with a new dancer.
"You're pretty! And charming, and sensuous as well!"
"How long have you been pole-dancing?"
Berry smiled, with her eyelids lowered as she took the customer's compliments. She heard that sort of stuff all the time. She was a professional. It made her feel warm, but she felt was used to that reaction from her dances.
"Thanks!"
She rubbed the customer's left shoulder as they walked, blue and white nails brushing gently against her.
"I've danced for a year or two. Before that I was modeling. Mostly overseas." Zlanka, aka "Berry Amber", had an accent that was between Slavic and Mediterranean. She grew up in a small Barnicean village near the coast.
"Would you like to dress-up yourself, before having some coffee?", the customer asked.
Zlanka wasn't sure if she meant coffee at the club or elsewhere. She defiantly was not free to leave the business. She was at work and there to make herself and the club money.
She figured she meant elsewhere, because Berry had indeed already dressed before leaving the stage. A piece of leather wrapped around the outsides of her breast like a scarf pulled taut to her outsides. It wrapped around her neck in a collar. Her neckline, cleavage and belly button were exposed as the straps curved to meet at her hips. They crossed and were attached by a few buttons. (As seen on profile page)
"You want to buy me a drink?" She looked Ivy in the eye. "Girl, I drink long island ice teas." The stripped restrained the urge to chuckle, just because it wasn't her reaction. Instead, her eyes narrowed and her lips widened as she restrained a grin. "Did you enjoy your time on the stage?"
"I always loved some nice music and a dance, as devious they could seem.", Ivy said in a mischievous tone.
"Well you went a little longer than I wanted to up there", she said in a bit of a huff. "But the crowd liked it. Maybe you should apply to work here."
A waitress arrived and looked at Ivy, "Would you like to buy Berry a drink?" A strip club was definitely not a free place to hang out, unfortunately.
Berry did like the customer and already started to hope she'd apply. Customers would always be at a distance. Berry wished she was closer with the other dancers. She'd love to work with a new dancer.
Allie was quite content with the dance, yet also distracted with her work. It was natural. She was just here for the mood. Not the dance, the lust, or the sex. Any employees that stayed long enough know she had five rules. No sexual touches, no sex, no is a no, cuddle is allowed, and conversation is best. For it, she will pay the person the time for it.
Anyone who had troubles with a customer would just say they got taken by Allie. She didn't mind. Still pay for the company. Perhaps she is lonely? Or...is there more history to this.
She continued to work on her lab report. Half paying attention to the dance, half on work.
"Oh. No. Thank you. I'm busy at the moment" Allie replied back at her.
Anyone who had troubles with a customer would just say they got taken by Allie. She didn't mind. Still pay for the company. Perhaps she is lonely? Or...is there more history to this.
She continued to work on her lab report. Half paying attention to the dance, half on work.
"Oh. No. Thank you. I'm busy at the moment" Allie replied back at her.