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Tweak says, ""I want my moneeeeeyyyyy!!!""

Vala Rush (_shimmer_) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-04-03 11:58:00

Thursday
Who?: Vala and Doc
What?: er...lapdances? *grins innocently*
When? Thursday, later in the evening
Where?: Temptress, a strip club

The day started out fairly normal for Vala. Rolling out of bed she made her way to the small kitchen that her apartment had. Starting a pot of coffee, she flipped on her TV and moved into the living room to start working out. After working out for a good twenty minutes, she stretched out her muscles while she walked back over to her coffee pot. Pouring herself a cup, she added two teaspoons of sugar to the hot bitter liquid before drinking it down.

Heading back to her bedroom she pulled out a pair of bellbottom pants from her closet, placing them on the bed. She pursed her lips in thought as she looked over her tops. Finally she settled on a pale pink peasant top, and laid it on top of her jeans. Pulling her underwear out of her dresser drawer she laid them on top of her clothing.

Going into her bathroom she turned on her shower. Disrobing she stepped into the stream of warm water, giving a mental sigh as the water cascaded over her body. Vala took her time in the shower, washing her body off, washing her hair, and did her shaving for the day. Cutting the water off, she stepped out, toweled off and wrapped the towel around her slender body.

Going back into her bedroom, she put on her underwear and shirt before she turned back around and went back into her bathroom. She quickly did her hair, gelling it and making sure that it wouldn’t frizz out too much before she started on her makeup. Her makeup was light today, and what she’d need for later she placed into her makeup bag. Vala picked up her makeup bag, and a few other items from her bathroom sink. Walking back into her bedroom, she laid the makeup bag on the bed beside her pants.

Kneeling down she pushed up her dust ruffle, and pulled her bag out from underneath her bed. Opening it, she made sure she hadn’t left anything inside, before tossing her makeup bag inside. Rolling her shoulders she pulled open another drawer, canting her head to the side as she looked inside. Her eyes scanned over the various costumes, and lingerie she owned. Some of it she’d made herself, some of it she’d bought or had bought for her. Wore the school girl outfit last week, wore the black number last week too…hmmm. She thought to herself, smiling a little as she started pulling out items and tossing them into her bag. The outfit she’d picked out was a layered piece, easy on and easy off. It was neon orange in color that would shine nicely underneath the lights on stage. Vala wasn’t doing a fully nude show that night, just topless, plus whatever lapdances she got paid to do. The outfit consisted of a bra and thong, over them she’d wear a midriff bearing shirt that tied in the middle near her dress with long sleeves that belled out at cuffs. The skirt that would partly cover up her thong had a thick band of material at the waist, and from there it flared out into fishnet that jagged at the edges and barely fell to the tops of her thighs. She wouldn’t be wearing shoes, as per usual, so she didn’t bother with stockings of any sort.

Grabbing up a matching garter she tossed it into her bag as well. She picked out another outfit for after she did her show, plus her jewelry for that night and put them into her duffle bag before zipping it up. Turning back to her dresser, she picked out her jewelry for the day. She put the large silver hoop earrings in her ears, the slim silver chain with the cross pendent around her neck, and her various silver bangles on her arms. Pulling her pants on quickly, she glanced at the clock, letting out a small breath before she grabbed up her bag from the bed. Going back into the kitchen she flipped her TV off, grabbed a mug of coffee for the road, turned the coffee pot off and grabbed a baggie full of green substance, papers, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes from a drawer in her kitchen unzipping her bag and stuffed the baggie, lighter, and pack of cigarettes down in it. Making sure that everything was off in her apartment, she started out to the community center.

Once there she signed in, and started off to her ‘classroom’. Greeting her students, she smiled and started off where they’d left off two days ago. She ran through a few signs, handed them some handouts on new signs that they would need to know by their next meeting and then dismissed the class. Glancing at the clock on the wall she hurried down to the local spa, checking in on time for her waxing appointment. After the painful Brazilian wax she grabbed a bite to eat at her favorite deli, and started to Temptress.

The strip club she worked at wasn’t one of the nicer ones on the strip, but the staff that ran the place was some of the nicer people she’d worked for. The place was reasonably priced, and the girls there were all clean. That was what really mattered to Vala. It was still early, but a few of the early birds had already started trickling in. They wouldn’t be packed tonight, it was a weeknight after all. She gave a wave to the DJ as she weaved her way through the tables on the way to his booth. Unzipping her bag, she reached down into it pulling out a CD case, smiling at him she held up four fingers. She grinned as he nodded at her, and she made her way to the back. Nodding to a few of the girls, she sat her things down at her dressing table before she started getting ready for her show.

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docjordan
2008-04-03 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Having had such an eventful, exciting day staying by the ship in Hawaii while the rest were getting shot at, massacred and he could only hope DOA, Doc slept in. Of course none of them had been dead, sadly. Neither had many of them been hurt, which made him happy because it was less work for him to deal with. Well, not that he minded work. It was just working on people that were still well enough to talk, bite, scream and kick.

So yes, he had slept in. Until about 7 am. Then he had gotten up, taken until 8 with his shower which could have been all grooming himself or it could have been stroking his ego. Only the tiles would know. He then spent the rest of the day doing a few physicals, lab work, and studying what he wanted to in between the television and microscope. There were just a few things that Doc didn't want to admit he liked doing. Torturing people, and watching soap operas. Sometimes. Soaps could get highly annoying really quick, especially the medical soaps. Those were just ridiculous.

Musing to himself, his booted feet propped up on the corner of his desk, leaning back in his chair, chewing on the end of his pen and watching the wall with dark eyes. He smiled as the ship landed. Vegas. Strip clubs, howling people, slots, drinking, loose women and free cocks. Yeah, it was his kind of town.

Closing up his office he took another shower. Trading in his lab coat for a pair of Wranglers and a midnight blue button up shirt. He kept his boots though, he loved his boots. His shirt he left open, not much for the beholder to imagine what lacked or didn't lack on his chest. He slid on a gold chain, the silver and gold serpents wrapped around the staff glinted against his skin. His college ring was slipped on his right hand, a watch on his right wrist.

Stepping off the ship he smirked, "Hell yeah." Making his way to the strip he soon found himself at a few slots. Losing more than he won, he pulled himself from them. Going to the tables he played a few hands of blackjack and won back all he had lost on the slots. He called it quits on gambling.

He was itching for a little action now. The little woman with a few too many gray hairs that had sat beside him at the blackjack table had wanted him bad. He swore he could still feel her claws in his thigh. She had been wet too. Doc smirked and rolled his shoulders, it was easy to get a woman to come from across the room with an extra hand or two. Right beside him though was a little challenge. He had done it though.

"Temptress." It looked small enough. He stared at it, glancing back down the strip. He smirked, "Yeah." Striding in he picked a table two back from the stage. Sprawling out he gave a wink to the waitress, ordering a drink and lighting up a smoke. He loved strip clubs. One could get lucky, then again one could find a challenge. This looked like one that might present a challenge.