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Tweak says, "Forever alone."

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
2011-10-21 03:10 am UTC (link)

She pulled the young man into the booth and motioned him to sit down on the bench that stretched the length of the back, then set to closing the curtain. The moment the cloth descended, all the sound outside was immediately cut off. She then turned, her fingers playing with the sash that kept her robe closed.

"Now, what shall I ever do with you, my 'knight in shining armour'," she said with a feral smile.

The sash slowly came undone, allowing the satin to part and reveal the flesh beneath.

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fiadornott
2011-10-21 03:30 am UTC (link)

"I don't know what you'd do with him," Theodore said in an almost deadpan (the guy had to acknowledge his luck at some point with a slight grin) as he pretended to look for an invisible being within the booth.

"I don't think he's around here, so you'll have to settle with me." He wasn't typically 'knight in shining armour' material, and he wasn't going to lie about it.

When she disrobed, he had just realized how lucky he was. It almost had made up for the disturbing experience of earlier that night, and at the very least was temporarily distracting. Very distracting.

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spinrightround
2011-10-21 03:42 am UTC (link)

She smiled as his playfulness - she always enjoyed when the men had fun with it, rather than sitting with their jaws slack like a dead fish. Then again, that was still better than the dirty men who tried to put their filthy paws all over her body.

She allowed the robe to slip from her shoulders to pool on the floor, and she stepped forward until she could lift her left foot and place it right next to him on the bench. She slowly pulled down the zipper that went from mid-thigh down to the very bottom of her boot.

"I guess so," she finally said as she pulled the material away, then moved her bared foot to the floor.. "White knights are so boring anyway. Something tells me you're far more interesting."

She lifted the other leg to his other side and leaned in as she started tugging the zipper. Her breasts hung, round and full, in his view, and she exhaled warmly against his temple.

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fiadornott
2011-10-21 04:08 am UTC (link)

"Well because what they are is written all over them. Nothing is left to the imagination." Theodore didn't mind too much that little was left to the imagination in this matter either. But she held his attention rather well enough as she was quite interesting.

"Although there are always exceptions to just about any rule."

He looked up at her, appreciating the full view of her breasts and thighs and whatever was in between. He felt the warmth of her breath on his brow, and felt his luck at a more visceral level--she was rather beautiful, after all.

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spinrightround
2011-10-21 04:23 am UTC (link)

The final boot was removed and tossed to the side - she made a mental note of where it landed, as her wand was in there. "Don't worry, I'll leave you plenty to imagine in the future," she teased.

She turned around slowly, rotating her hips in time to music that she only heard in her head, to give him the full view of her body. Then she leisurely walked over and sat sideways onto his lap, her arm sliding over his shoulders.

"Be a good boy, keep your hands to yourself, and... I just might let you touch." Her words were warm, her fingers briefly ruffling his hair before she turned in his lap so that her back was against his chest.

She leaned back against him, her head curling over his shoulder as her hands sought purchase on the bench to either side of him. She slid her backside down his thighs, until she was just about to fall past his knees, then slid back up. Her cheeks, separated only by a flimsy scrap of black material, rubbed against his trousers, seeking out evidence of his arousal.

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fiadornott
2011-10-21 10:31 pm UTC (link)

Theodore wasn't typically one to follow any sort of direction, lest it suit his interests. "I'm not convinced there's such thing as a good boy, but I'll respect your wishes." As much as he wanted to touch...this was one of those times where he figured that there appeared to be more potential if he just went along with things. He wasn't quite sure about the norms in these parts, and expected that it was a what you see is typically what you got deal. And he certainly saw more that he thought he would this evening. Not that this was a bad thing.

When she sought arousal, it was very much there, of course. He reacted to her movements, issuing a moan when she started rubbing against it.

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spinrightround
2011-10-22 12:55 am UTC (link)

She smiled as she felt him, and bit her bottom lip at his moan. There were times like this when she could just close her eyes and let herself imagine she was dancing for the bloke of her dreams. However, not only was she in such a good mood from the cheering charm, but the young man wasn't particularly hard on the eyes, and so she simply allowed herself to revel in the moment.

She kept her hips moving against him for a couple of minutes, changing from side to side to circling and back again, keeping it rhythmic yet unpredicatable. As she danced, her breathing changed and she let out some very sexy sounds - she did perhaps exaggerate a little in the volume of her sighs, whimpers, and tiny moans, but for the most part they were natural.

Her arms began to ache from holding her up, so she slowly stood up and turned, only to sit back down on his lap, her legs astride his and her hands running up his shirt, over his shoulders and over his back. She pressed her breasts against him, letting out a breathy moan as her nipples rubbed against the material.

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fiadornott
2011-10-22 03:01 am UTC (link)

Theodore wasn't one who typically enjoyed the feeling of being enclosed (as typically indicated by his boggart) but this is certainly different. He had obviously completely forgotten about that earlier, only to re-visit it later when he had a look at his notebook. He was only here and now: something unusual for him (and for most people, for that matter).

He held onto the bench to ground himself with something--as if to remind himself that this was real. He felt as if he were at some sort of heightened awareness, feeling every movement of hers against him, the warmth of her presence, every breath against his skin. It had been far too long since someone--anyone had been that close. That was probably part of the reason he strayed from his usual routine that evening. It filled at least part of that need. But this...was good--more than good... His mind wasn't in any state to pin a word to it. His breath had long before changed to the jaggedness of one who was deeply absorbed in their contact, punctuated with moans and sighs that spoke of enjoyment and arousal.

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spinrightround
2011-10-22 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Her hands gained purchase on his shoulders, her knees finding support on the bench, and she began shimmying upward, allowing her breasts to drag along his chest, and finally along his face, framing it perfectly with her pale flesh. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading over her shoulders as her chest heaved.

She slid one of her hands down his arm until she finally held his hand in hers. She placed it flat against her thigh, then oh so slowly slid it upward. Only once his fingers were cupping her buttocks did she let go.

She looked back down to where his face lay between her breasts and smiled lustily. "Now you can touch," she assented.

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fiadornott
2011-10-23 03:33 am UTC (link)

It still was rather unbelievable--for a moment he had a thought along the line of it being something like the earlier spectre...where it was realistic but completely not real. But he dismissed that thought when his hand was slowly lead up her thigh.

Theodore gingerly retraced the path she took his hand on and then back up again, up some more to her hips and waist, moving past the remaining scrap of material, up to her breasts.

He moved his hands as if they were trying to trace the landscape of her body, carefully reading each muscle and the smooth skin. It was curiousity as much as it was lust above all else--certainly a preferred state of mind for him.

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spinrightround
2011-10-23 03:55 am UTC (link)

She could feel her body reacting to the young man's touch - it was always so much easier when she enjoyed it - and she lowered herself down so that her pelvis was perfectly nestled against his. She rocked against him, her body taut like a bowstring, her shoulders leaning back to give him room to explore to his heart's content.

She took one of his hands and lifted it to her face. Her lips parted and she took in one of his fingers, suckling it gently as her hips moved against him.

She heard a soft chiming in the booth and nearly rolled her eyes in frustration. "We've five minutes left," she announced with a trace of disappointment. "You'd better make them good." The tease was paired with a bite to the finger that had just left her mouth.

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fiadornott
2011-10-23 04:18 am UTC (link)

Theodore wasn't sure of how much time had passed, and seemed at least somewhat surprised that there was five minutes left. He didn't really feel like he could really understand what that meant in one way...but that was little time... He caught her frustration, and tried his hardest not to grin at it because it was something that would affect him too. He wasn't sure whether it was sincere, but she didn't seem that guarded so that may have been the case.

"We'll make the best of it, I'm sure," he whispered in her ear before tracing her earlobe and neck with his tongue. He savoured the saltiness and the scent of her skin before placing his head at the hollow of her shoulder. He moved his hands to her breasts, to knead firmly, and then reducing gently circle her nipples.

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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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