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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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_shimmer_
2008-04-04 01:28 am UTC (link)

Unzipping her bag, Vala pulled out her stage clothes and then proceeded to undress. The girls backstage were their rowdy as ever selves, and Vala couldn't help but smirk and roll her eyes at the whole lot of them. A few of the girls knew sign language, thanks to Vala, and after she pulled on her thongs she talked to a handful of them. She reached in pulling out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. Sitting down at her table, she lit her smoke puffing away as she started putting on her jewelry. Her ankle bangles were the first to go on; after she clasped them she undid the clasp on her cross necklace. She kissed the pendent, and then tucked it away replacing it with a curtain styled rhinestone necklace. Pulling her hoops from her ears, she put in the matching set of rhinestone earrings before she got her ten minute call.

She waved a dismissive hand at the stage manager, grabbing her lotion from her table before she ashed her cigarette and exhaled the smoke from her lungs through her nose. Setting her cigarette in her ashtray, she applied her strawberry smelling lotion on the soon to be visible parts of her body. Finally when she finished with that task and her smoke, she finished dressing and putting on her smoky/glittery makeup. She got the two minute call, and nodded her head at the stage manager. Letting out a deep breath through her nose, she collected her thoughts and fluffed out her hair.

Making her way to the stage, she peered out eyes scanning over the small crowd. There were a handful of regulars, and a few others who she figured were tourist she waited until Jazzy got off stage. She gave a wink and a bright smile to her best friend, and lolled her head back as she took a hit off her own dust. It wasn't all that much, enough to calm her nerves, and make her feel as sexy as she possibly could while out on stage. Not that she didn't already have a high opinion of herself, but that was while she was off the stage.

Her stage name was called, the first few high notes of 'Cruel' by Tori Amos began as the lights went dim and she slipped out onto the stage. She paused at the center of the main stage, not the walkway that went out into the bar, at one of the poles. With her back to the pole at the first boom of bass the lights started coming back up as she slid down the pole, her butt almost touching the ground. Her hands roamed slowly over her body before going to the pole. Her back arched slightly, hips rocking upward as she pushed herself back up using the pole to steady herself.

The bass in the song was perfect for a slow and sensual strip tease. Unlike the other girls she never once dropped to all fours, and crawled around like some animal in heat. It wasn't her style, and plus her real tips came from the back rooms. As she made her way down the walkway, a smirk pulled up her lips as the cat calls came from the regulars. The top she wore over her bra was the first thing discarded, followed by the skirt and soon enough her bra. She still had about a minute of song left by the time she was down to her thong. Her fingers teased the patrons, acting as if she was going to pull them off before pulling a move on the nearest pole. When her song had ended, she didn’t pick up her tips one of the stage crew would do that and bring them back to her. She did, however, grab up her clothes as she passed them and went back to her dressing table.

Sitting down she smiled at the other girls before one of the stage hands came to her with her tips. She gave a nod of thanks, and took the money from him, slipping him a twenty that was in the stack. Counting it she hadn’t done badly for a stage show, but now she had to get ready for whatever private dances she had to give. Tossing her stage clothes into her bag, she pulled out a black satin baby doll number that tied in two places on the front and came off the shoulders. She looked up as one of the girls came into the back after she’d finished dressing, and raised a brow at the slack jawed look on the other’s face.

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