The Burlesque Lounge

Her wetness was hot and quite apparent as his shaft slid along her slit, the pesky fabric of her underwear preventing any further probing. He decided then that they had to go. Without a word his lips changed course; a fiery trail of kisses, licks, nibbles, firm bites and warm breaths exhaled against her skin. First her neck and collarbones, followed quickly by both breasts, the silken flesh of her stomach and waist. His hands slid over her hips, curling into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs, peeling them away from the stickiness of her cunt. His eyes danced with hunger and joy at the sight of her arousal, and no sooner had he tossed her underwear aside than his mouth met her wet lips. Probing at her with is tongue, he growled against her pussy, savoring her essence.
 
Arching against his mouth she sighed his name as white hot tendrils of fire followed his wandering mouth. He was sinful in the way he teased down her body, errant licks and bites made to make her moan. Her eyes drifted closed, lifting her hips when he tugged her panties down, knowing her shiney folds were bare and open so intimately to him.

For a moment she was nearly embarrassed lying there like that. Thighs spread, cunt dripping, her aroused scent so apparent when only moments before they'd been having their first real converstation at the bar. Then his mouth sealed over her slit and his tongue made itself at home there, licking and growling as he explored her. Fingers dug into his hair and hips lifted to his mouth rocking with each stroke of his wicked tongue.

"Oh fuck yes!" Crying out as she writhed under him. Her honey coating his face as he took her, savored her and made her completely aware of just how hungry he was for her. She wouldn't last long if he kept this up. Already she felt like she was hanging on for dear life, nearly tumbling over the edge.
 
He filled his hands with the wonderfully soft flesh that made up her ass, cupping her cheeks and holding her still as much as he could while she undulated beneath him. His tongue ravaged her clit with fast laps, his breath blowing like a warm breeze across her mound. Her moans were escalating and the sound was music to his ears. He knew she was building toward a crescendo, but he wanted to feel that in a different way. Sucking at her clit, pulling it with his lips and teeth before releasing it, he moved back up her body with a similar trail of random kisses and nibbles. When he reached the lips on her face, he slammed down against her, feeling their teeth clack together behind the kiss, his tongue still coated with her juices as they embraced.

The head of his cock was poised at the entrance of her sodden cunt. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, boring down into her with the intensity of the moment. He thrust his hips against her, impaling her on his length in one smooth stroke. He felt the tightness of her envelope him, and a deep groan shook his vocal cords, echoing into the room.
 
She felt ravaged, the way he sucked hard on her clit, tongue expertly licking and teeth using just the right pressure to make her melt like butter. Her body so tender, arching against his mouth as he kissed his way up her dips and curves until capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. The moment he thrust inside of her she locked her thighs around his waist, lifting and rolling beneath him riding the waves of passion they shared.

Tasting her essence on his tongue was intoxicating, sharing such intimacy aroused her even further as his body moved in to hers. She could feel every muscle, every hard, throbbing part of him as he took her. Their mouths melded together as her hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his sides, wrapping around him and sliding up and down his back. It was so good and she was so wet for him that he was pumping in and out of her tight little tunnel easily. Her dark chocolate eyes stared into his until her entire body tensed up and her sharp nails dug into his back, eyes slamming shut as she lifted her hips hard against his and shattered. Her orgasm was like a runaway train and she had no control of her body as he took her over the edge bucking wildly.
 
Her waves of orgasm broke over him, and he just kept going. His thrusts had just begun to pick up speed, his tempo causing his balls to sway like a metronome, slapping wetly against her ass. The muscles of his arms bulged with strain as he supported himself over her, pounding his hips down into her even as she screamed and moaned in pleasure. Her inner walls gripped at his cock and tried to slow him but he just kept driving on, feeling his rhythm grow faster.

A smile crossed his lips, devious and coy at the same time. He stopped, his cock half-buried inside her, and leaned back until he was kneeling at the foot of the bed. His calloused fingers took hold of her thighs, running down to her knees, slipping over the firm muscles of her calves, securing a grasp around her ankles. He brought them up and together, feeling her pussy become even tighter from the pressure. His tongue flickered out like a serpent's tasting the saltiness of her skin, trailing along her ankle and the tops of her feet. Pushing her legs up toward her head, folding her body, his hips slammed forward again, his prick burying in to the hilt.
 
Amiyah timidly held out her hand for Duchess to shake. She had soft hands. Duchess was also stunningly beautiful, a beauty that would make a majority of girls envious.

"Tonite's my first nite,actually. My name's Amiyah," She told Duchess, grinning. Smiling was always one of her good traits.

"Well, hello Amiyah, I'm Duchess, head bartender," Her smile was very beautiful, as was the rest of her, "Ahh, first night... those are always the killers." She said with a wink as she picked up some empty glasses

Well darling, just keep your head up, no matter what, don't take shit from any of the girls and if they give you any trouble, let me know.." Duchess smiled and tossed the glasses in a bin under the counter.
 
"Well, hello Amiyah, I'm Duchess, head bartender," Her smile was very beautiful, as was the rest of her, "Ahh, first night... those are always the killers." She said with a wink as she picked up some empty glasses

Well darling, just keep your head up, no matter what, don't take shit from any of the girls and if they give you any trouble, let me know.." Duchess smiled and tossed the glasses in a bin under the counter.

She smiled at Duchess-those eyes of hers she could stare at for days.
She laughed at her comment, and nodded.

"I will...thanks for the offer. How long have you been working here?
 
She was panting from it, her carmel toned body rippling and quivering under him as her orgasm rolled through her. Her body stayed tight like that as he kept fucking her faster, harder, unrelenting as he pounded her. His smile was wicked, devious even when he slowed his thrusts and teased her thighs while he moved her body until she was bent nearly in half.

It was like he unleashed then, riding her hard and deep, making her scream for him. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping, the wet sounds of her cunt taking him and their heavy, panting breaths. Fingers dug into the sheets, holding on tight as he took them both to new height's. Her animalistic growls and pants blended with his, their own sex sounds making hot sultry music. Reaching for him, her hand delved into his hair and she jerked him down to her mashing their mouths together as her body bowed up against him.
 
This was primal music they were making. It was humid, it was the sound of sweat dripping and the fluids of love and lust pooling in molten rivulets. The pounding rhythm of his thrusts met the growling purrs she emitted, her body bent like a harp as she pulled him to her, smothering his mouth with hers. His hands released her ankles, letting her legs splay out to the sides, still curved up toward her head. His hands seized her tits, kneading them harshly as his hips crashed against her. His body tensed like an over-tuned string; one pummeling thrust, driving his cock to the root into her velvet tunnel.

He came like a volcano, the spurting jets of his seed like magma inside her. It would be hard to describe the noise that came from his throat, short of the word: primal. It was a melody of it's own, not a groan, not a moan, not a roar. It transcended that.

Finally his vision cleared, and he stared down at Jaz, panting and sweating, residual moaning escaping her lips every few moments.

"I think that's what they call 'making beautiful music together'," he said. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he slid his softening length from her, shuddering as the cool air of her room blew across his glistening cock. He propped himself up on one arm as he lay beside her, still hearing the tune of a wonderful song that he couldn't place.
 
She smiled at Duchess-those eyes of hers she could stare at for days.
She laughed at her comment, and nodded.

"I will...thanks for the offer. How long have you been working here?

Duchess could only grin, "Oh, seems like forever... I'm not really sure anymore, you know how sometimes you enjoy a job so much you don't really count the days, weeks or years? Well, this is that job. Believe me, you love what you do and time will fly."

Seeing that most of the girls were leaving for the second set, Duchess tilted her head toward the stage, "It's almost show time luv, you better get going."
 
Duchess could only grin, "Oh, seems like forever... I'm not really sure anymore, you know how sometimes you enjoy a job so much you don't really count the days, weeks or years? Well, this is that job. Believe me, you love what you do and time will fly."

Seeing that most of the girls were leaving for the second set, Duchess tilted her head toward the stage, "It's almost show time luv, you better get going."

Amiyah listened intently-she loved to listen,and Duchess had a voice that she could listen to for days. She tried to focus on it, memorize it.

She nodded, slowly, although she didn't want to leave. " I suppose. I guess, I will...see you around then?" she said quietly, not moving from her chair.
 
Amiyah listened intently-she loved to listen,and Duchess had a voice that she could listen to for days. She tried to focus on it, memorize it.

She nodded, slowly, although she didn't want to leave. " I suppose. I guess, I will...see you around then?" she said quietly, not moving from her chair.

With a nod, Duchess smiled at the pretty girl, "Of course, I usually leave until well after the show. Drop by, we can talk some more." Of course, talking was going to take place...and who knew what else...
 
With a nod, Duchess smiled at the pretty girl, "Of course, I usually leave until well after the show. Drop by, we can talk some more." Of course, talking was going to take place...and who knew what else...

Amiyah smiled, biting her lip,occasionally playing with her tongue ring-a small cherry.

"Great. I'll see you around...Duchess."

She slowly gets off the chair, and can't stop smiling as she walks into the hallway and into the dressing room to change.

She sits at her small make up desk, studying her face. She finishes her make up and hair, and decides to put on

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for the next set.

When the music comes on

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She enters a whole new world, swinging her hips and throwing her hair.
 
Tina Smith, 28, finds her way into the lounge and takes a seat a little ways back from the stage. Eying the goings on around her she notices very few people are here....just the way she likes it. The woman on stage, however, has her full attention.

This looks like it could be entertaining.
 
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Dave Alders, an average young guy, stepped out of his car and walked a block to the club. He'd never been before, but he was interested to experience it. He had heard that they often get new girls in who were quite talented. In fact he had heard all the girls working there were talented.

Once inside he heard the music playing. He got himself a drink and wandered around, trying to decide where to sit. That was when he saw the attractive girl on stage. He approached, eyes glued on her dancing form. He got up to the stage and took a seat. He got comfortable and watched the performance. Her swaying form was almost hypnotic. He didn't notice much around him and even the music sounded faint. He sipped his drink and took in the wonderful sight before his eyes.
 
Amiyah continued her dance, loving every minute. She certainly hopeed Duchess was looking, although she would never admit that out loud.

Her body moved perfectly in time with the music, loving the catchy beat and how all eyes were on her.
 
Tina spots the waitress and orders a drink. A red headed slut. The jagermeister in them also gets her a little loose. She goes back to watching the woman on stage, sipping the drink that has been placed in front of her. She has always loved the way a woman's body moves, and she was no disappointment.
 
Amiyah finished the dance by going into a slow split, her skimpy outfit nearly tearing at her flexibility. It was another reason the boss hired her. She was one of the rare ones and each time she did aything the girls didn't like, she was reminded of it.

The song ended slowly, and to many disappointments, Amiyah rarely stripped, despite many protests. She couldn't handle it. She was here to dance,and dance only. The only time was she made to strip was when the boss required her to do so, showing all of her dark chocolate skin.This was the first time here, but she was sure it would come up sooner or later.

She stood up, taking a quick bow, gathering her money, going to the bar for once again another drink.
 
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The girls were on a break and Duchess found the bar busier during these times with everyone wanting a drink. She did her best to keep up with the orders and as head bartender, she didn't disappoint.

Duchess loved her job, she got to dress in her skimpiest clothes, which were not her norm, and she got to meet different people every night. Most were here to see the girls, sure other had different intentions but there were a few that just wanted a drink...

"Hey, what can I get you?!" She yelled out at the next costumer as Taio Cruz's 'Dynamite' blared on the speakers since the band was also on break.

It was another maddening night tonight, the crowd was lively, the drinks never stopped and the girls didn't disappoint. It was a typical Saturday night and for Duchness, the fun never stopped.
 
It was another maddening night tonight, the crowd was lively, the drinks never stopped and the girls didn't disappoint. It was a typical Saturday night and for Duchness, the fun never stopped.

Amiyah smiled as she retrieved her money, after the dance was done. She loved to dance-it was in her blood, and the money was a nice perk. Though she didn't know any of her pretty places.

She saw Duchness at the bar, pretty busy with all the guys-and girls they had to tonite, and she smiled, hoping to keep her busy, maybe even help her a little company, and even help out. She could always take drinks away and take orders. She liked to be helpful with things as much as she could, even though the girls STILL didn't like her.

She walked up, her bright pink bra and panty gaining attention against her dark skin. She sat on the stool near the end, smiling.

"Hi. Long time no see."
 
Grand Re-opening Tonight!

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A fun place for fantasy and a drama free enviroment please!

Anyone is welcome to perform or watch and enjoy the performances at the Burlesque Lounge. Pole dancers, belly dancers, fire eaters, poets, singers or other random yet sexy performers are wanted.
The rules are:
1.) Post a picture of your character.
2.) Tell us your stage name and a brief introduction. (this can change each time you visit, be creative and have fun!)
3.) Post a performance! Feel free to use a youtube video or just write it out.
4.) Feel free to tease and entice guests. There are rooms available should you wish to use one for the night. ;)
5.) Slutty, wanton behavior is approved of and desired but not required. Feel free to just drop in and watch a show!
6.) Stay in character everyone. No talks of anime or video games, I'd like to keep it all srp here as much as possible please :)
7.) Please be polite. This isn't a place for arguments or drama.
8.) Most important rule - HAVE FUN!


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A few of the performance area's.

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She wasn't the new girl...but all the other dancers treated her as such. She was quiet, she was super nice, sometimes taking shit she didn't need to.

Felony Banks hated confrontation and usually instead of standing up for herself in arguments, hell, she preferred to avoid them all together which is probably why some of the girls took advantage of her.

But that was backstage. When she was up on the stage, it was a whole different world. She was confident, sexy and damn good. Tonight, instead of being one of the backup dancers, she was going to take the lead because of the other girl calling in sick.

Even though she was sure the audience would be focusing on the other sexier girls, she was going to do her best. Giving her best performance yet.
 
Arielle had a job to do. Maybe not the best job in the world, but a job in deed. Her passion for dancing made her keep at it 5 nights a week. The pay was good, even if she did have to do a bit of booty shaking to stay where she was.

The girls didn't like her. At all. She was friends with a few, but most of the girls working here were petite as all get out and not worth her attention either. They were her for the money and guys only, and didn't mind if they created drama in the process of doing so. She tended to stay away from them, and focus on herself and how she could her last performance her best. Being a perfectionist that she was, she always found a flaw or some move she could perfect.

She got dressed, her outfit causing some of the girls to stare and be envious. She rolled her eyes slowly, not giving a damn as she stood up, dusted shimmer powder on her bare parts and glided a bit of pink lip gloss on her lip as a finishing touch before going out and Dipping it Low.


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A hundred drinks. A thousand. I've roamed these halls and watched these girls too much, for too long. Not long enough. Outside it's all rain and my jacket tells the tale. My suit has beads of summer water across the lapels and shoulders and a passing girl brushes them off with a flirty flick of manicured fingers. She's pretty. They're all pretty. They're all so pretty that I'm becoming numb to it. Lace stockings. Corsets. My eyes brush over their softly-curved bodies like they were furniture as I cut my path towards the bar.

My stool is unoccupied. It's mine now. I own it.

And I own my tab. Settling with a spread of hundreds from the clip in my back pocket. They don't ask me where I get my money and I wouldn't tell them. It's crisp, though, and draws the eyes of those nearby. It's enough for the girls. It's enough for my tab. A Bombay on ice slides its way into my hand. I feel the glass in my rough fingers. I feel the cold of its potency. I feel the weight of its promise as I lift it and the perspiration soak my heavy palm.

They weren't whores in the traditional sense. They were whores in the same sense that I was a whore. That you're a whore. That everyone is a whore. We all have a price. It might not be in cash but it's there. The best that we can do is to set our principles in a place where that price might not come into play because, and I promise you this, when it does we'll all find out the hard way what it feels like to be bought.
 
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