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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]_shimmer_
2008-04-05 03:08 pm UTC (link)
Pulling her baggie from her duffel bag, Vala opened the baggie and took a deep breath of the pungent odor coming from the contents. Reaching in, she plucked out some premium bud and began making herself a nice fat joint. Moistening her lips, she licked the paper sealing the cigarette as the slack jawed stripper began talking about a pretty man in the club.

Vala listened with mild interest. None of their regulars were pretty, however some of the tourists that came in there were alright. She’d never really heard the girls talk about ‘pretty’ guys before, and they were all excited about the prospect of going to a back room with this man. She lifted a shoulder good for the girl who got him then. Right now she had a fatty that was begging to be toked, and then she’d start her rounds in the club.

Standing she was about to put the rolled joint between her lips when another girl came into the back room with a harried, and annoyed look on her face. Vala’s brows rose as the girl gave her a pointed look, telling her that a man two tables back from the stage wanted her. She pouted slightly, dropping her hand and was about to ask who with her fingers when the slack jawed girl stated ‘Oh my Gawd!’ Turning her head Vala looked over at Jazzy who’d come to stand beside her. Her best friend smirked, telling her that it looked like she got the pretty one. Jazzy took the joint from her friend’s fingers, waggling her brows at the other and gave her a slap on the ass.

Looks like I got the pretty one, huh? Vala thought to herself, letting out a mental sigh. Nudging Jazzy out of the way with her hip, she picked up her small notebook and pen, just in the event that she’d need them. She eyed her cigarettes for a moment, and rolled her eyes before grabbing them up too. Some of the time the guys wanted to ‘talk’ first, and if they didn’t mind her smoking she’d light one up. Of course there had been times where she hadn’t been ‘allowed’ to smoke. Those bastards just pissed her off though. Putting a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips, she turned heading out of the back room. As she left she heard one of the girls make a rude remark about her, and smirked as she heard Jazzy tear into them.

She let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the club as she stepped out, glancing up at the new girl on stage dancing to ‘Buttons’. Rolling her eyes at the clichéd song, she looked around the club, spotting the man that apparently everyone was talking about.

Her brow rose slightly, oh he was handsome, and the wad of cash he held in his hand didn’t go unnoticed by Vala’s watchful eyes. Smirking as she walked, she gave small waves to the regulars that she typically danced for with her free hand as she made her way over to the man. Vala paused about four feet away from the man, giving him a smile as she placed her cigarettes down on the table. Flipping her notebook open to a fresh page, she started writing. Once done she moved a little closer to him, holding the notebook out with a raised brow at him. Written there in her very elegant, and very clear handwriting was: What can I do you for? Her head tilted to the side a degree as she waited to see what he wanted from her.

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