Tabitha Dunbar (dead_tabitha) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-29 19:54:00 |
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Current location: | Rockford's |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, tabitha dunbar |
Another Day at Rockfords
Who: Gwen and Tabitha
Where: Rockford's (A Porn Shop and Peep Show.)
When: Thursday Afternoon
Tabitha HATED the early shift at Rockford's. All that she usually got were nasty old men gawking at her, all but drooling on the floor as she danced in front of them. She was just grateful that there was a sheet of glass between her and anyone else, just to make sure that no one tried to get grabby on her. Sure, it paid a little less than her stripping gig, which she did most nights, and she had to fake masturbate in front of people most of the time, but at least there was no touching. And REAL no touching. With a slight sigh, she waited for the curtain to pull up when her next customer came in and put in their money so that she could get started. She hoped that this one would at least...be attractive or something. Might make her 'performance' a little more believable.
Poor Tabitha. When that partition came up? What sight greeted her? Gwen Morrison, sitting back in short denim cutoffs and one of Blake's Red Sox tees, feet kicked up, munching on a bag of Doritos. "Shake that thang, bitch! Quarters don't grow on mu'fuckin trees you know!"
OK, when Tabitha saw Gwen? She just started cracking up. "For you? I'll do it happily," she said. She was already only in a frilly piece of lingerie, a set of bra and panties that were purple with white lace. She leaned only the chair that she had in there, showing her thong clad ass to Gwen as she started to shake it. "So, what does bring you here, anyway?"
"Just got done at the store. Bee's doing homework, I got nothin' to do till this evening, and I am boooored." Gwen laughed, popping a chip into her mouth. "Figured I'd come more or less give you a paid break." She cracked up as she put a few dollars into the machine that kept the partition up.
Tabitha laughed. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it," she admitted, continuing to dance for Gwen. Hey, she didn't mind the dancing part! "Someone nice to look at is a great change from what I usually deal with."
"Well shucks, doll! Always nice to get complimented..." Gwen said with a sweet little grin. "How've you been, babe?"
"Hmm...been OK," Tabitha said, turning around and slowly peeling her bra off. "Getting out more, meeting new people, trying not to sulk as much." Oh, she still sulked plenty, just not QUITE as much. "You?"
"Just glad you're ok. Last time we talked you were so depressed... And HELLO boobs..." Gwen cut herself off, laughing. "And I'm good, really. Starting to plan my wedding a little... Once Bee graduates, we're gonna be all OVER that shit."
"Life's not perfect, but I can do with OK," Tabitha said simply. "Glad to hear that you're good. You gonna send me an invite to your wedding?"
"Of course!" Gwen laughed, as if that had never even been in question. "How often do you get a chance to show people how stuning you really are, after all?" Ok, and MAYBE she was hoping one of Blake's rich-bitch relatives would take a liking to the girl and get her out of this life...
Hmm...that would be nice. Tabitha just had no true faith that she would ever get out of this life. Of course, she wasn't exactly trying, either. What could you do? "Not very often, unless nudity counts," Tabitha said with a smirk.
"NO it doesn't count, doofus!" Gwen laughed, rolling her eyes. "I'm gonna have to take you out and buy you some sweet-ass dress to wear to it. It'll be like Pretty Woman, except you don't have big-ass horse teeth and I don't put small animals in my rectum." Ouch! A Julia Roberts jab AND a Richard Gere jab in one sentence! Score!
Tabitha laughed. "Well, figured I'd ask," she pointed out. "And yes, thankfully I don't have horse teeth. Wouldn't make nearly as much money if I had those...although I suppose that Julia Roberts does take home bank." She smirked. "I DO kiss on the mouth, though."
"And girl? Lookin' like that? If I wasn't taken? I'd be wantin' to find out." Gwen giggled, realizing that, wow... When did Hell freeze over that of the old guard... when did GWEN become the monogamous one? Seriously!
"Well, you guys ever want a threesome, let me know, K?" Tabitha asked as she continued to dance. Hey, Tabitha wasn't necessarily gay...she just enjoyed all types in bed.
"Oh, fear not: if it ever becomes an option? You're like, one of the first three people I'd think of." The blond giggled there, admittedly flattered. "I don't see it though. Me and Blake are both like... insanely possessive."
"I can understand that," Tabitha admitted with a chuckle. "At least from a ideological standpoint. Not sure anyone's been crazy enough about me to be possessive or anything." Not even digging for a compliment or anything. Just the flat out truth.
"Aw, give em time." Gwen grinned, rolling her eyes. "Trust me, you're awesome. Ok, granted, some folks might have a hard time getting past the whole 'masturbates in front of people for money' thing, but still!"
Tabitha chuckled. "Hey, it pays the bills," she pointed out. "Can't knock much that pays off my bills and keeps me fed." Plus, it kept perverts off the street. What more could be asked for?
"Not complainin', babe. TRUST me. Just sayin' people looking for a lifemate MAY bristle a bit at it." Gwen grinned, munching on a few Doritos.
"Admittedly, not quite looking right now," Tabitha pointed out. "Wouldn't exactly knock it if I found someone, though. I'm not hiding the fact of what I do from anyone. Anyone who wants to put forth an effort into me is gonna know up front what I do for a living."
"That'll help you, seriously. At least they'll know what they're in for from the get-go, right? Plus? Hey... at least they know you're open to trying new things..." Hey, fuck off. Gwen was TRYING to help!
Tabitha simply cracked up at that. "OK, if you keep making me laugh, I'm not exactly going to keep being able to dance for you," she told her playfully.
"Dude. Not that I'm knockin' Naked!Tabitha.... but I mostly came here to chat and, admittedly, to make you laugh when that curtain thingie came up." Gwen admitted, laughing.
Tabitha nodded, sitting down in the chair, but not bothering to put any clothes back on. SO! She got to hang with Tabitha AND see her naked. Win/win, right? "Of course, I'd dance for you for free," Tabitha pointed out.
"Ah... and believe you me. If Blake's cool with me getting lapdances and shit? I'm so takin' you up on that. SOON. Come to think of it... I *will* be having a bachelorette party coming up..." Oh no... the wheels? They were a-turnin'.
"Well, I've certainly done more than my fair share of those kinds of parties," Tabitha said with a smirk. Of course, she had also done plenty of sleeping with the groom/whomever she was dancing for, but she'd play nice this time around.
"Dude. I seriously shouldn't find that visual as hot as I do." She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "What're ya gonna do, right?"
"Wouldn't be any good at my job if I wasn't hot," Tabitha pointed out. She knew she was hot...that's just about the only thing she had any real self esteem in. "Just go with the flow."
"Ok, so... valid point." Gwen snorted, finishing off her bag of chips and standing. "Well... I should PROBABLY get going, babe. I gotta get home and tell Blake how awesome this is and how we need to come maul each other here sometime."
"That...would definitely make my work day a lot better than watching the nasty, sweaty men come in here and maul themselves," Tabitha replied with a smirk. Hey, it wasn't like any respectable man came in here. She REALLY needed to quit this job at some point.