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

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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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[info]docjordan
2008-04-04 07:13 pm UTC (link)
Jordan had made himself quite comfortable, propping a foot up in a chair near him. He smiled at the waitress that brought him his drink back, two menu's and an ash tray. Of course one menu was to order the risque food served in the bar. The other, well the good doctor perused over the pictures of the ladies.

It was then that a certain familiar song came on. It was one that always stirred images in his mind of erotica, got his heart to beating a little faster, the blood pooling slowly in his groin. The song was cruel to him indeed.

Putting the menu down he flicked his gaze to the stage. The girl wasn't butchering the song either. His cig made it's way to his lips, taking a long drag he slowly let the smoke slip from his lungs. Watching her through the steady stream of light smoke from his own lips, he smirked. She was pretty, and seemed to be a higher beast of prostitution compared to the other girls.

The image of Dr. Muraki and Tsuzuki made him lick his lips and shift a little in his chair. His gaze stayed steady on the girl dancing. Taking a sip of his drink he watched her walk off the stage as here number ended. Motioning to one of the girls as she got through giving a rather stressed lap-dance, he pulled out a wad of cash. Growling and pushing her ass away from his groin, he flipped out a hundred dollar bill. "Get me the Cruel one." Jordan smirked and stuffed the bill in her underwear, giving her a gentle tap on the ass.

Leaning back in his chair he settled again. Putting his smoke out he pulled another from the pack. His lighter flickered in the dark of the club. He didn't pay any attention to the girl on stage now, she was nothing. His mind played the song over and over again in his mind, the images from the AMV and from the girl's dance flickering behind his eye lids.

It wasn't that he wanted the woman. No. It was that he wanted to know her drive, the meaning of the song to her. He smiled, taking another long draft as he waited. Flipping to her page in the menu, he read over the few stats that they gave on her. Rolling his eyes he closed it, blowing the smoke out before downing what was in his glass. He hadn't bothered putting his money back. He would let it be known that anything with him would be well worth their while.

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