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Tweak says, "I don't know or care"

spinrightround (spinrightround) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-17 11:14:00

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!status: complete, ^date: october 30 2003, character: alicia spinnet, character: theodore nott

Rated NC-17 for sexual situations
Who: Alicia Spinnet (disguised) and OPEN
What: A vision
Where: The Honeypot Strip Club
When: Sometime before 1am, october 30, 2003

She's totally committed
To major independence
But she's a lady through and through
She gives them quite a battle
All that they can handle
She'll bruise some
She'll hurt some too
But oh they love to watch her strut
Oh they do respect her but...

For some reason, Alicia never felt so free as when she was on the stage, a mask hiding her identity, a glamour over her tattoo, and her favourite thigh-high boots slipped over her legs like a second skin. She was in one of her standard costumes, not that the men ever minded. In the end, the outfits were more for her than for them.

She strutted down the stage in a confident manner, turning her head to smile at the men down below. She stopped by the edge and focused her attention on the one man there, her tongue lasciviously licking along her lips as her fingers deftly undid the buttons on her trench coat. Within moments, it was flung away to reveal the leather shorts and corset beneath.

In time to the music, she shimmied down onto her knees, her hands caressing her body through the leather, thrusting her breasts up and out so they would heave just so...

When suddenly, behind the man appeared her very worst nightmare. There were her parents and all of her closest friends, Angie front and center, and they looked at her with shame and accusation, obviously seeing through her disguise.

She fell over onto her hip, her body trembling all over in shock and humiliation. What were they doing there? What-

And just as suddenly... they were gone.

Yes she still couldn't move, so shaken was she by the sight. A shaking hand rose up to cover her mouth as tears fell through the mask.

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spinrightround
2011-10-23 02:55 pm UTC (link)

She made a purring sound as his tongue slid along her skin. Oooh, he was quite fun - she was beginning to wish she'd met him outside the club, if only so she could grab him and shag him proper. But he was a client, and she was a dancing fantasy. There were some dancers who had crossed the line - always with the exchange of several galleons - but Ally had yet to do so. Not because she hadn't been offered, but because she feared that once the line was crossed, she wouldn't be able to go back.

And there were times like this that she really wanted to cross the line, if only for some proper satisfaction.

She gently pushed her chest into his hands, encouraging his touch, and began working her hips even more over his arousal. She alternately ground and circled, using her pelvis to bring him to the height of pleasure. She ignored her own needs - there was still a long night of dancing ahead for her, after all.

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fiadornott
2011-10-23 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Now Theodore wouldn't have been able to pay her, even if it were a possibility. Such an option didn't cross his occupied mind. He was just then and there.

He had let out another unguarded moan when she had started moving her hips once more. He moved one of his hands to her hips to steady her and guide her to the most promising spots, through the motions that just worked for him.

His mouth had found its way to that abandoned breast and it licked and teased her soft and supple flesh where it could. Only stopping when she just finally hit that spot and time where he felt all of the tension he had within himself release in one fell swoop.

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spinrightround
2011-10-24 12:22 am UTC (link)

She bit down on her bottom lip as her breast received his attention, and when it stopped, when his body reached its peak, she smiled in satisfaction and placed an affectionate kiss on his cheek.

Then, professionalism settling in, she leisurely rose from his lap and went to retrieve her boots. She gave him time to recover as she put them back on, zipping them up one at a time, before finally moving to retrieve her satin robe.

"One tiny favour," she said, allowing him one last look before closing up the robe and tying the sash. "My boss doesn't like for us to give freebies - no matter how deserving," she added with a wink. "So if he ever asks... you're a paying customer. Sounds good?"

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fiadornott
2011-10-24 01:32 am UTC (link)

It took him a couple of minutes to collect himself enough to respond to speak. In that time he watched her gather her things. He wondered at how much of the person behind the mask actually enjoyed their encounter and how much of it was an act. If she didn't at least enjoy some of it, she would've been a better liar than he was. Another thought passed about why a would person persist at a job where they were permanently at risk for shame--if that were something that they feared above all. He could closely identify with some aspect of that, except that he was sensible enough to quit when his fears were close enough to being realized.

He nodded at her request. "I doubt I'm here enough for him to ask, but should that ever be the case, I'm fairly sure that I am a rather apt liar," Theodore said, finding his footing once more. And checking that she had gathered all of her things and put on her robe, he held the curtain open for her. He can be decent and respectful if he wanted to be, after all.

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