My first night as a stripper.....

[mfucker]

Candy:

'Looks like you want him pretty badly; don't see anything wrong in that myself,' I laughed.

'Do what you think would catch his eye, he's a hard one though.' 'But that's the thrill of it girl, go get him.'

I pecked Jen lightly on the cheek, my hands inevitably creeping up under her breasts as I caressed her gently.

I smile at her again, before turning to head for the changing room.

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian

Drinks. I thought to myself.

I left Marco standing like a rock, and headed towards the bar. Maybe it was because I wasn't paying much attention before, or maybe it was because I was slightly "excited" by Jazz's show, but as I approached the bar, I realized that the lady bartender was in fact quite an attractive lady. A little on the older side admittedly, but hey, all the more experienced!

Rebecca was also sitting at the bar, her long slender legs crossed as she surveyed the the area, sipping quietly on her coffee. Always the diligent one Bec was. She's been on my father's right hand for as long as I cared to remember, and that was the reason for it. Or one of the TWO reasons. She was, like all my father's female employees, absolutely breathtaking.

I smiled as I approached her, and she smiled back. Even as niaeve as I was, I knew she wasn't all THAT happy to see me. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, at the same time reaching around behind her, coping a feel of her firm ass.

"Hey there gorgeous." I winked.

OOC: Just trying to stay in character, so I'm gonna be COCKY all the way. Hope no one holds it personally against me. Ha ha.



[Edited by Tyriel on 10-16-2000 at 01:35 AM]

 

[ManOSafety]

Jeff

Taking the two drinks, a JD on the rocks for me and Sebastian's martini, I turn and try to find him again. I'm still a little out of sorts, since realizing that the party is being held at a strip club. The name the pretty bartender gave for Sebastian's dad kind of threw me too, I didn't realize that Sebastian was Family.

Seeing him at the other end of the bar, talking to a real looker, I head that way, trying not to stare too hard at the girl dancing. Wow, she's pretty hot, but it just doesn't seem right to stare, y'know.

"Hey Sebastian, here's your drink." He barely takes the time to acknowledge my presence, turning back to the woman he's talking to. He is such a jerk.

After standing there a moment, unsure what to do, I give up and head off to a table towards the back, sitting down, sipping at my drink and peeking at the young blonde dancing. Even though it feels strange watching her like this, I find that I do like it, in fact, I find that I'm starting to get turned on by the way she moves and the way she looks.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Don Vesuvius

My eyes never stop scanning the room - missing nothing as they examine every nook and cranny. Rebecca is sitting at the bar - she puts up with the kid's grab ass stuff - she is one of the few people I trust. Someday, this organization will stand on its ear when I name her consigliore (counsellor). They always underestimate women, and especially that one. Despite the looks, she can be as deadly as a puff adder.

Glancing at the stage, I begin to watch the stripper. She is inexperienced, but she has a "body to die for." Chuckling to himself at his humor, he settles back in his chair.

 

[dansemajik]

JAZZ

I am dancing up on the stage, with only my thong on. The music is winding down. I am not sure what I am supposed to do from this point. I smile and wave to the crowd and go towards the dressing room. I didn't think to ask how many sets I was to do this night. I put on the robe that was handed to me, and go out to find Marco to ask him what he wants me to do next. He hadn't been too clear about the job description. I see him standing next to this guy dressed in Armani, thick dark hair and wonderfully flashing dark eyes. I am wiping my face with the towel, and I say to Marco. "Hey, I wasn't sure what all you needed me for tonite. Do you want me to do another set?" I noticed several of the men in the room were looking my way. I couldn't figure out what the big deal was. Marco took my arm and led me away from the group. "You don't ever come up like that. Not to Don Vesuvius Di Braggio." I blinked, not sure what he meant. I was from the Mid West for God's sake....I pulled my arm out from his grasp. "Look, I am sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect. I just need to know what now?" I put my hands on my hips and pressed my lips tightly together. I waited for an answer.

 

[Indika]

Rebecca Rossi

OOC: Tyriel - be as cocky as you want baby!! Playing a character is part of the fun!!

Thor - Damn!! I got all excited when you wrote the part about making Rebecca consigliore ... that was killer!! I think I'm gonna have fun with this.


IC - I am enjoying my wonderfully rich cappuccino when I notice Sebastian approaching me out of the corner of my eye. I put on a smile and allow him to embrace me and kiss my cheek. Yep, there go the hands.. "Hey there gorgeous." he winked at me.

"Hey there yourself, you enjoying your party?"

Just then a cute young guy walks up, with a couple of drinks, "Here's your drink, Sebastian." Sebastian takes the drink dismissively. As the young guy walks off I look at his retreating form. Nice ass, nice shoulders ... seems so innocent too ... a little innocence is nice once in a while... (sigh).. shake it off Becca. I think to myself.

Turning my attention back to Sebastian, I say sweetly through my smile. "You might want to remove your hands from my butt now."

"Now, why would I want to do that?" Sebastian grins wickedly at me. I can tell he's had a couple drinks.

Still smiling, I reach around my back as I answer, "Because, they've exceeding the five minute parking limit, and you wouldn't want me to have them 'towed'". I grab both his hands, applying slight pressure in the soft spot between his thumb and forefinger. Not enough to hurt him, just enough to make him uncomfortable. He lets go. Again he winks at me, as if he's doing me a favor ... right.

I pick up my coffee and saunter off toward Marco and Vesuvius. I grin at Sebastian over my shoulder. I walk back to him and whisper in his ear, "Play nice and maybe I'll give you a present later." I may not overly like the kid, but I don't hate him and I had noticed the bulge in his pants. I could definitely find a use for him ... sometime ... maybe soon.

[Edited by Indika on 10-17-2000 at 12:01 AM]

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian

"Play nice and maybe I'll give you a present later."

Well, happy birthday to me. A grin re-emerged on my face. As she whispered, her warm breath with every word on my ear was excruciatingly teasing. As gorgeous as Bec was, and as much as I hated to admit it, she was tough. I looked down at my hand and moved my fingers around, clenching them into a fist a couple of times. Tough. And nasty . Not that I had anything against either of those attributes. Especially not when it comes from a woman of Rebecca's class.

I watched her saunter off in the direction of Marcos and my father, her tight little arse swaying from side to side under her Armani. Exceeded the five minute parking limit huh?... Just you wait... With that, I straightened out my suit and headed towards backstage.

[Edited by Tyriel on 10-17-2000 at 01:34 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Don Vesuvius DiBiaggio

Looking away from the stage as Rebecca approaches, I am reminded what an asset she is. Only 27, but she has been with me since she was 19. Her father, Joe 'Fingers' Rossi was one of my underbosses until he met an untimely end about 15 years ago. The sausage that was made from those hit men (we were having a war then) was probably pretty good. He was married to an Irish woman, but we never held that against him. He was loyal to the family - THAT was what counted. Rebecca was a pleasant surprise. Musing as I remember that day she asked to speak to me, I remember her words, "Don DiBiaggio, I want to follow in my father's footsteps. I am ready for any task Don DiBiaggio." With that - she was only 19 or so at the time - she knelt and kissed my hand. I decided to give her a couple of small jobs, and the rest is history.

With a small smile, I lift my hand and indicate that Rebecca should come and sit at my table.

 

[mfucker]

Candy:

Jen's obvious sexual attraction towards Don was apparent, and Jazz's sexuality was really getting to me. For the first time in a long while, I started to feel the familar tingling between my legs - for a while I even thought that nothing could excite me anymore.

I heard the music die down; her act was over.

Something came over me at the moment, and I decided to go on stage; for an act that nobody would forget. We've all been allowed to strip, but that was usually the limit. I was going to go beyond it, just for today.

I picked my favourite black lingerie - bra, panties, stockings, garters. Putting on my silk grey blouse, I push my breasts up slightly, admiring my glorious mounds. Lastly, I put on a short skirt that barely covered the top of my stockings before slipping into my 5" pumps.

I sauntered towards the stage, ready to take it by storm. This was probably my last chance.

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian

Apart from briefly brushing by another stripper on her way out to start another act, backstage was about as exciting as watching paint dry... All the girls must be working the floor. I shoke my head disappointingly, and took a sip from my whiskey glass. I was beginning to become a little impatient. Surely, but SURELY, there must be at least one good looking slut out there who'd play with the birthday boy ...

I let out a frustrated sigh and headed back out to the floor.

 

[Guest]

OOC: Just have a moment to post....just to let you know my presence is still here...

IC: I watch the antics with only half interest, as I keep the drinks flowing freely. The boss's kid still had some growing up to do....but that Rebecca would teach him to play nice, I figured, as I watched her gently but firmly remove his groping hands off her body...I smile at that, and turn to fill yet another drink order from one of the waitresses.

 

[dansemajik]

Jazz

Marco explained that I was to do two more sets. So I head back to the dressing room. Looking toward the stage, I see Candy up there. I slow down to watch her danse. I was in awe of her talent. It was pure and refined. Mine was raw, and rough. I would love to be able to danse like she dansed. I went to the dressing room and stood just behind the curtain, watching and learning...

I smiled, and went back to find something else to wear for my next set. I shook my hair loose over my shoulders, to fall down my back in a cascade of blonde curls.

I dug in my back pack again, and pulled out a black bra that went with my black thong. The bra pushed my breasts up to create impossible cleavage. I found a cowboy hat, black, and a black leather vest that zippered up the front with a black leather micro mini, that velcroed shut. I went back to the curtain and watched Candy danse.

I looked out at the crowd. I saw Mr Di Biaggio, and the crowd of important looking people around him. I had not known how naive I was until a few moments ago. I was just a dumb sexy kid from no where. I didn't want to be a stripper when I grew up, but the money that I was being offered was incredible...

My next danse would be incredible. I would make it so.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[mfucker]

Candy:

Out on the familar dance floor once more, I felt the way I did when I first came on. I scan the floor; see a few familar faces cheering me on.

The moderately fast music comes on, and my body sways in sync with it almost as if it was second nature. My hands start to roam my body, sliding along the curves of my body to accentuate them.

I walked to the edge of the dance floor and bend over, my cleavage for all to see. I turn around quickly, teasing the crowd, before bending over once more, this time pointing my round firm ass at them, my short skirt riding up to reveal the top of my stockings.

Straightening up, I walked back to the centre of the stage and flashed a sexy smile. I knew what was on the minds of most men on the floor - they wanted to see me naked ASAP.

I turn towards backstage for the last time; I see Jazz looking on earnestly. I'm glad she was an earnest learner; after this act there was probably nothing else I could teach her.

I turn back to the crowd, and close my eyes, letting my hands do the work...

 

[dansemajik]

I had the feeling that I was born to this. Watching Candy out there, I thought she looked a little lonely. I walked out in cowboy boots cowboy hat and black leather. I stood next to her, hands on my hips, "You want some company darlin'?" I asked in my most western accent. I began swaying to her music, and I flipped the zipper of my vest. I looked keenly at her and unzipped it just a little bit. I wondered if she would take the hint and finish unzipping it for me? I dansed close to her. I noticed the silence on the floor, I felt as if all eyes were glued to the by play on the stage. "If you want me to leave, just let me know....you just looked sort of lonely, and I think these gentlemen deserve a real show, and I think between the two of us, we can give that to them." I raised an eyebrow and kissed her softly on the cheek.

 

[ManOSafety]

Watching that first girl dance, furtively or not, was pretty exciting I thought. I wasn't really sure what I was doing here or what I was supposed to do in a strip club, but I stayed at my table as I looked around.

Another girl, well, I guess I should say a woman, a little older than me, came out on stage next. She's wearing a sexy gray blouse and extremely short little skirt. The way she shows off her body, bending over and revealing a great set of tits, then turning around and showing off her ass almost made me forget the first girl, when there she was.

Both girls were on stage now, the first girl dressed sort of like a cow girl and swaying next to the other girl. Her hand goes to the zipper of her vest and she starts to slide it down before stopping and looking at the other girl dancing and saying something to her...

 

[Tyriel]

Sebastian

As I stepped back out into the main room, I noticed a silence about the joint. Jeff was sitting at the table, his eyes glued to the stage... I shifted my gaze to follow his, finally realizing what it was that had gotten hold of the attention of every man in the room. Not only was that new Jazz chick up on stage, she was there with another foxy lady... There we go Sebasatian ... I thought to myself. Not one, but TWO sluts at the same time. Every man's fucking dream...I smirked and sculled down the last of my whiskey and headed over to the bar, where Jennika was quietly having a conversation with the barmaid...

I eyed Jennika's fine body - corset, leather miniskirt wrapped right around her tight ass, spiked heels on the end of those long silky legs... God knows why father didn't follow. Oh well. His loss is my gain. .. I thought to myself as I approached her. Which is just as well. After all, it IS my fucking birthday.

[Edited by Tyriel on 10-19-2000 at 06:23 AM]

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Indika]

Rebecca

I stood at the table between Vesuvius and Marco listening to the hearty conversation the boys were having and adding my own witticism's, but still keeping my eye on the crowd. Things had grown quiet, too quiet. I looked up on the stage to see two women, one kissed the other softly on the cheek. I could see that Sebastian's young friend was entranced, and smiled, thinking again how sweet and innocent he seemed. How is it he's friends with Sebastian?? Speaking of Sebastian I noticed him looking at Jennika's legs like a man who hadn't eaten in a long long time might look at a plate full of ravioli. I was a little surprised to see Jennika here... she seemed so quiet at the offices. Of course, I'd heard things, but had never been witness to it.

I decided to go refill my coffee and listen in on the conversation the bosses son and Jennika were having.

 

[Tyriel]

All these women, legs, thighs, breasts, asses and nipples was making me seriously horny. I felt like a starving child outside the window of a pasta shop with plate after plate after plate of steaming ravioli rolling pass, teasing me. (OOC: Sorry, I couldn't resist it. LOL)

Placing my empty whisky glass on the bar, I sat down next to Jennika, my eyes following the act on the stage.

"Having a bit of trouble with my father tonight huh?" I smirked, rolling the silver ring on my right middle finger with my thumb.

"You know, I don't see why though..." a tantalising smile appeared on my lips...

"Father's said a lot of good things about you."

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[mfucker]

Candy:

As my hands reached for the top-most button of my blouse, I was interrupted by a strong western accent.

A little surprise, I open my eyes and see Jazz standing next to me, her hands on her zipper.

Both of us swayed to the music, as I approached her slowly, and slide my hands slowly down her body, approving of her presence on stage with me.

'Not so soon darling; the longer you make them wait the more they want it' I said as her eyes urged me to undo her zipper.

My hands reach for the zipper eventually, but zip it down only enough for me to reach into. My hands roam her naked breasts, cupping it softly. I grinned to myself, thinking how much the men in the floor would like to be in my position.

With my free hand, I start to undo my own buttons slowly, the top most buttons coming off in a flash.

Moving away from Jazz for awhile, I turn back to the crowd in my slight state of undress, and cup my breasts upwards. My bra laces peek through the open blouse, my cleavage showing more than ever. I knew that clothes teased much more than nudity did; and teasing men made me feel good. I hope Jazz would follow suit; I didn't want the tempo of the dance to be rushed too much.

 

[Indika]

Rebecca Rossi

I get a refill on my coffee and overhear young Sebastian say, "Having a bit of trouble with my father tonight?" My ears perk up at this... what would be said about Vesuvius?? I listened intently, but acted non-chalant, they didn't even realize I was standing there listening....

 

[Guest]

Trist, the busty bartender

Absently swaying my own ass with the music, I overhear a voice behind me and over to my right. I don't recognize it, so I look over my shoulder. This is what he sees:

(insert bar in front full of glasses and bottles)

- Trist, the bartender

OOC: hope you don't mind the visual

 

[Tyriel]

The image.

OOC: Reeeooowww...