Post by Desiree on Aug 25, 2011 20:38:29 GMT
Note to reader: It’s a quickie. I was hoping for a day or two to actually have some awesome ninja style RP, but I’ve been working. So I guess this’ll do. Still quite proud of myself, though.
Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heaven’s door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I’m your puppet master pushin’ proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don’t stop
You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch
x.x.X.x.x[/b]
It didn’t hit you like a wet fish to the face, but you could definitely smell the raging hormones that riddled this small and sleazy establishment. Dusky pink walls suffocated you like large body guard as you walked through the dark hanging doorway, your feet meeting with the blood red carpeting that leaked through the entire layout ahead. There were too many small round tables to make it comfortable, yet the bottoms of leering men which sat upon mismatched seats certainly would contradict your first thought. You couldn’t help but feel your nose twitch as the salty stench of sweat raided your nostrils. It was trill and undignified to be here, certainly not a place for women, oh so you would have thought.
As your eyes adjust to the looming lights above, you notice the curvy figures ahead, behind – around you. Each holding that special smile only money could buy, their clothes pretty much left behind as their assets are covered by nothing more than a stark expanse of glittered fabric. You noted their long legs, perfectly smooth and tanned, more so an accessory to the high heels they wore than they were to the lady who wore them. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw one slide down a fifty something year old gentleman, his face tattered with whiskers as his weathered hands tried so hard not to touch the pretty blonde. She was stunning to say the least, but you could easily have given her a run for her money. Though you had no time, not when you could see him just a few feet ahead, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, his palms sweaty with excitement; seated so close and poised to pounce by the main stage. You could see his brown orbs transfixed by the movements of yet another stunning act. You sigh, stepping forward again as you tiptoe around the puddles of booze and spit, ignoring the laughter and comments from the other men...
Desiree took the first seat he could find next to Jamie, landing heavily to his right hand side as she placed her large silver handbag onto the table with an almighty thud.
“What took you so long?”
He hadn’t turned to greet her; instead, his eyes remained solely on the dancer as she spun her body seductively around the pole again, her feet landing her moments later into a teasing stop. Jamie sighed in sheer content as he leant forward on his elbow, propping himself up into a daze. Desiree watched silently, choosing not to take the bait in which he had laid for her. She hadn’t fancied another ‘spat’ with him; especially when it was his fault she was late. Instead, she turned on her seat and beckoned to a waitress to get her a drink.
She waited a while, the music pulsing in unison with the hearts of the men which surrounded her, fast and furious – straining. Desiree looked back over the sea of people she had passed on the way in, a little unsure of how she managed to pass them all without putting a mark on her newly purchased dress. Pink, dazzling; a little too short – just the way she liked it.
She folded her legs into a regal pose, turning on her seat again as she eyes Jamie.
“Look, I could sit here and watch you all day. But I’m afraid after looking at that ridiculous face of yours; I’d have to commit suicide.”
Her words were venom, enticing all the same as they left those luscious lips. She had an accent, but it was hard to say where. Desiree took a long pause, assessing Jamie. Was she still not getting through to him?
“...And since I have a match to prepare for, I’d rather not concede defeat just so you can get your ‘fix’.”
She huffed like a three year old, her toned arms plopping in front of her as she rested her head between the delicate structures of her hands.
“Someone’s in a bit of a hurry. Have you never heard that patience is a virtue?”
A rich British accent purred from behind his thin lips. It would have been sensual, if only his words hadn’t been tainted with sarcasm. He had turned slightly now, allowing Desiree to be a part of his vision as he kept one eye on the new dancer which had just entered. Desiree pouted her lips, something she did often when she was annoyed, her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowing into displeasure.
“Have you never heard of: ‘Tell Desiree what she needs to know about Vortex or she’ll pummel you to a pulp’?”
Jamie only smiled at this, his charming grin leading only to a small laugh as he watched Desiree wind herself up. He’d always enjoyed it, he hated that she always got her own way, so had sought to make sure t didn’t happen whilst he was ‘in charge’ of her. At least until Jack got back.
“There you go, Sugar. Is there anything else I can get you?”
The waitress had just come in time, her striking body breaking between the pair as she placed down a large cocktail, her pose exquisite when she pulled herself up again, a round tray held in front of her like an innocent school girl. Desiree shook her head, eyeing Jamie as he tipped her a fifty and waved her on.
Jamie sat there for a minute, his hand around his scotch whiskey which he had ordered earlier, watching the liquid dance just as beautifully as the women he had been watching all evening. Smiling in his own little world as he contemplated his words.
“There isn’t a lot to say about him. He’s six three, has dark brown hair and can time travel apparently.”
His lips met with the burning taste of whiskey. Desiree couldn’t help but gawp. Is that really all he had after all this time? The things she herself could have actually found out about him by just looking at the runt? Her eyes rolled.
“Is that it? Really!?! And you get paid how much to read some fucking teen queen magazine to find that out!?! I could have known that when I entered the ring with him! CLEARLY - UNPREPARED!”
He sat back with a shrug, clearly uninterested with the entire topic as he placed his small tumbler down, his large hands freeing his now empty prisoner as he leant back to enjoy the show – the real reason he had come here. Desiree shook her head, her body shaking steadily with the anger that had been building up inside her ever since he had interrupted her meeting with “Ultra” Jack Cool backstage. He had a tendency to do this a lot, show up, make out he’s some Godly prince and then totally screw everything up in the process. Why on earth Jack trusted him of all people to sort things whilst he was away was beyond her reasoning. She could only guess at a glance that he had something on Jack that made him a force to be reckoned with. Either that, or Jack was secretly gay and he was doing the old thing of ‘getting down on the boss to get to the top’.
“Jamie. I need more. Surely you have something in that bone head of yours that might help?”
He didn’t answer here, it was as though her words had dissipated into nothing more than a breeze which tickled his ear.
“JAMIE!”
Desiree’s voice strained over the loud beating of the music, her voice almost shrill to be heard as she tried to grapple Jamie’s attention once more. Nothing. She sighed to herself, her body slumping into the back of her chair as her eyes began to wash over him again. His chiselled jaw housing that same smile which most found charming, his eyes warm with what most would perceive warmth, only to find out that it’s nothing more than lust. His dark hair, the way it ‘flopped’ perfectly into place as his face drew but a short stem of stubble. She hated everything about him and more.
“I don’t know why I waste my time with you.”
Her words had come almost silently under her breath as her hands reached for her drink, knocking it back in one almighty gulp before slamming it back down onto the table she had been wasting herself at. She reached for her bag, grasping it like a witch’s ‘claw’, jumping to her feet; her heels taking the force like a soldier would a gunshot as she began to walk away. Desiree couldn’t help but look back to see if he had even bothered to notice her leave, her sapphire eyes trailing back the path she had just trod, only to realise he was putting one dollar bills in the pants of the stripper which had just walked onto the stage. Desiree’s eyes glowered.
“As if he would!”
It would have seemed as though she turned back quicker than she had left, her face blank, but kissed with a flush of red as her heels stomped the dirty red carpet. Men from all around her had stopped looking at the display of females which had been writhing between them, their eyes suddenly taken by the beauty which they had made them surprised not to have seen earlier, their mouths agape as they saw her fling that small silver bag toward Jamie, just missing him by mere inches as Desiree jumped up onto the table he was sat at. Her legs propelled her forward, her adrenaline keeping her steady as she flung back her hair, a cascade of rippling gold unfurling; smiling that oh so devious but sexy smile that only porn stars wish they could have as her hands grappled with the long silver pole Jamie had been so keen on earlier. She didn’t have to wait long before there was a new stream of music, one which had been poisoned with fast, steady beats. Desiree didn’t waste any time, her hips began to shake like a Latino dancer, her assets joining in with the fun. She flipped her hair back and forth, her feet moving wildly as she bent down toward Jamie, her breasts catching his eyes immediately as she placed her hands gently around his jaw before pushing him away cruelly.
The men from the club had gathered now, keen to see what this young woman could bring them as she jumped up onto the pole, her legs wrapped around it like an anaconda and it’s pray as she gently descended into a slow spin on the floor. She stopped with a graceful shudder, her legs spreading wide to show her agility as she leant forward on her chest, her body meeting with the cold surface of the stage as she eyes a group of men before her. She holds her smile, slowly pulling herself forward before spinning onto her back, her legs dancing freely into the air. She takes but a second to glance back at Jamie. She could see his curiosity, his eyes boring down into her very flesh, yet – he still had an air of disinterest. Desiree shrugged it off, though. Suddenly, her legs drop down, her body lifting itself freely into the air as she comes to her feet once more. The men ring out a chorus of cheers as their eyes have a flash of her underwear, her dress coming a little loose from around her breasts. She runs, pouncing onto the pole once again, her legs pushing her to the top as her body slinks around it’s smooth metal exterior, her hair only to become a beautiful waterfall as she slowly turns herself upside down, her arms hanging free as she suspends herself above the crowd. Another chorus of cheers echo in the club as Desiree gently grabs the metal shaft once more, her body slowly coming back down to earth as she lands in a graceful heap to the floor.
As the music is replaced, Desiree looks up once more, her eyes scanning the sea of men as she tries to look for Jamie, her mind suddenly racing to see where he may have gone. She jumps down, grabbing her bag a long the way as the men try to grope her, grasp for her attention for even one more moment. She can only pull away, ignoring them as best as she can. Only to turn sharply at the feel of a familiar hand her upper arm.
“That was some show there, maybe you’re in the wrong business?”
Jamie’s eyebrow arched in an inquisitive manner, his eyes burning with the question he so wanted to hear ‘yes’ too. Maybe with this woman he’d be able to open his own strip joint and watch women dance around all day without having to pay. Instead of being a duty manager for a wannabe wrestler. Desiree only smiled back; a short smirk is all it took as she started off for the exit again.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet.”
If it’s a show the want, it’ll be a show they’ll definitely get. A woman without cause or reason is dangerous, but one with ambition and determination is something to be feared. Things may not be set in stone, things may not be known about each other – but the unpredictability of it all makes it all the more sweeter, makes her want it more. Makes your blood her elixir.[/center]
Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heaven’s door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I’m your puppet master pushin’ proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don’t stop
You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch
x.x.X.x.x
It didn’t hit you like a wet fish to the face, but you could definitely smell the raging hormones that riddled this small and sleazy establishment. Dusky pink walls suffocated you like large body guard as you walked through the dark hanging doorway, your feet meeting with the blood red carpeting that leaked through the entire layout ahead. There were too many small round tables to make it comfortable, yet the bottoms of leering men which sat upon mismatched seats certainly would contradict your first thought. You couldn’t help but feel your nose twitch as the salty stench of sweat raided your nostrils. It was trill and undignified to be here, certainly not a place for women, oh so you would have thought.
As your eyes adjust to the looming lights above, you notice the curvy figures ahead, behind – around you. Each holding that special smile only money could buy, their clothes pretty much left behind as their assets are covered by nothing more than a stark expanse of glittered fabric. You noted their long legs, perfectly smooth and tanned, more so an accessory to the high heels they wore than they were to the lady who wore them. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw one slide down a fifty something year old gentleman, his face tattered with whiskers as his weathered hands tried so hard not to touch the pretty blonde. She was stunning to say the least, but you could easily have given her a run for her money. Though you had no time, not when you could see him just a few feet ahead, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, his palms sweaty with excitement; seated so close and poised to pounce by the main stage. You could see his brown orbs transfixed by the movements of yet another stunning act. You sigh, stepping forward again as you tiptoe around the puddles of booze and spit, ignoring the laughter and comments from the other men...
Desiree took the first seat he could find next to Jamie, landing heavily to his right hand side as she placed her large silver handbag onto the table with an almighty thud.
“What took you so long?”
He hadn’t turned to greet her; instead, his eyes remained solely on the dancer as she spun her body seductively around the pole again, her feet landing her moments later into a teasing stop. Jamie sighed in sheer content as he leant forward on his elbow, propping himself up into a daze. Desiree watched silently, choosing not to take the bait in which he had laid for her. She hadn’t fancied another ‘spat’ with him; especially when it was his fault she was late. Instead, she turned on her seat and beckoned to a waitress to get her a drink.
She waited a while, the music pulsing in unison with the hearts of the men which surrounded her, fast and furious – straining. Desiree looked back over the sea of people she had passed on the way in, a little unsure of how she managed to pass them all without putting a mark on her newly purchased dress. Pink, dazzling; a little too short – just the way she liked it.
She folded her legs into a regal pose, turning on her seat again as she eyes Jamie.
“Look, I could sit here and watch you all day. But I’m afraid after looking at that ridiculous face of yours; I’d have to commit suicide.”
Her words were venom, enticing all the same as they left those luscious lips. She had an accent, but it was hard to say where. Desiree took a long pause, assessing Jamie. Was she still not getting through to him?
“...And since I have a match to prepare for, I’d rather not concede defeat just so you can get your ‘fix’.”
She huffed like a three year old, her toned arms plopping in front of her as she rested her head between the delicate structures of her hands.
“Someone’s in a bit of a hurry. Have you never heard that patience is a virtue?”
A rich British accent purred from behind his thin lips. It would have been sensual, if only his words hadn’t been tainted with sarcasm. He had turned slightly now, allowing Desiree to be a part of his vision as he kept one eye on the new dancer which had just entered. Desiree pouted her lips, something she did often when she was annoyed, her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowing into displeasure.
“Have you never heard of: ‘Tell Desiree what she needs to know about Vortex or she’ll pummel you to a pulp’?”
Jamie only smiled at this, his charming grin leading only to a small laugh as he watched Desiree wind herself up. He’d always enjoyed it, he hated that she always got her own way, so had sought to make sure t didn’t happen whilst he was ‘in charge’ of her. At least until Jack got back.
“There you go, Sugar. Is there anything else I can get you?”
The waitress had just come in time, her striking body breaking between the pair as she placed down a large cocktail, her pose exquisite when she pulled herself up again, a round tray held in front of her like an innocent school girl. Desiree shook her head, eyeing Jamie as he tipped her a fifty and waved her on.
Jamie sat there for a minute, his hand around his scotch whiskey which he had ordered earlier, watching the liquid dance just as beautifully as the women he had been watching all evening. Smiling in his own little world as he contemplated his words.
“There isn’t a lot to say about him. He’s six three, has dark brown hair and can time travel apparently.”
His lips met with the burning taste of whiskey. Desiree couldn’t help but gawp. Is that really all he had after all this time? The things she herself could have actually found out about him by just looking at the runt? Her eyes rolled.
“Is that it? Really!?! And you get paid how much to read some fucking teen queen magazine to find that out!?! I could have known that when I entered the ring with him! CLEARLY - UNPREPARED!”
He sat back with a shrug, clearly uninterested with the entire topic as he placed his small tumbler down, his large hands freeing his now empty prisoner as he leant back to enjoy the show – the real reason he had come here. Desiree shook her head, her body shaking steadily with the anger that had been building up inside her ever since he had interrupted her meeting with “Ultra” Jack Cool backstage. He had a tendency to do this a lot, show up, make out he’s some Godly prince and then totally screw everything up in the process. Why on earth Jack trusted him of all people to sort things whilst he was away was beyond her reasoning. She could only guess at a glance that he had something on Jack that made him a force to be reckoned with. Either that, or Jack was secretly gay and he was doing the old thing of ‘getting down on the boss to get to the top’.
“Jamie. I need more. Surely you have something in that bone head of yours that might help?”
He didn’t answer here, it was as though her words had dissipated into nothing more than a breeze which tickled his ear.
“JAMIE!”
Desiree’s voice strained over the loud beating of the music, her voice almost shrill to be heard as she tried to grapple Jamie’s attention once more. Nothing. She sighed to herself, her body slumping into the back of her chair as her eyes began to wash over him again. His chiselled jaw housing that same smile which most found charming, his eyes warm with what most would perceive warmth, only to find out that it’s nothing more than lust. His dark hair, the way it ‘flopped’ perfectly into place as his face drew but a short stem of stubble. She hated everything about him and more.
“I don’t know why I waste my time with you.”
Her words had come almost silently under her breath as her hands reached for her drink, knocking it back in one almighty gulp before slamming it back down onto the table she had been wasting herself at. She reached for her bag, grasping it like a witch’s ‘claw’, jumping to her feet; her heels taking the force like a soldier would a gunshot as she began to walk away. Desiree couldn’t help but look back to see if he had even bothered to notice her leave, her sapphire eyes trailing back the path she had just trod, only to realise he was putting one dollar bills in the pants of the stripper which had just walked onto the stage. Desiree’s eyes glowered.
“As if he would!”
It would have seemed as though she turned back quicker than she had left, her face blank, but kissed with a flush of red as her heels stomped the dirty red carpet. Men from all around her had stopped looking at the display of females which had been writhing between them, their eyes suddenly taken by the beauty which they had made them surprised not to have seen earlier, their mouths agape as they saw her fling that small silver bag toward Jamie, just missing him by mere inches as Desiree jumped up onto the table he was sat at. Her legs propelled her forward, her adrenaline keeping her steady as she flung back her hair, a cascade of rippling gold unfurling; smiling that oh so devious but sexy smile that only porn stars wish they could have as her hands grappled with the long silver pole Jamie had been so keen on earlier. She didn’t have to wait long before there was a new stream of music, one which had been poisoned with fast, steady beats. Desiree didn’t waste any time, her hips began to shake like a Latino dancer, her assets joining in with the fun. She flipped her hair back and forth, her feet moving wildly as she bent down toward Jamie, her breasts catching his eyes immediately as she placed her hands gently around his jaw before pushing him away cruelly.
The men from the club had gathered now, keen to see what this young woman could bring them as she jumped up onto the pole, her legs wrapped around it like an anaconda and it’s pray as she gently descended into a slow spin on the floor. She stopped with a graceful shudder, her legs spreading wide to show her agility as she leant forward on her chest, her body meeting with the cold surface of the stage as she eyes a group of men before her. She holds her smile, slowly pulling herself forward before spinning onto her back, her legs dancing freely into the air. She takes but a second to glance back at Jamie. She could see his curiosity, his eyes boring down into her very flesh, yet – he still had an air of disinterest. Desiree shrugged it off, though. Suddenly, her legs drop down, her body lifting itself freely into the air as she comes to her feet once more. The men ring out a chorus of cheers as their eyes have a flash of her underwear, her dress coming a little loose from around her breasts. She runs, pouncing onto the pole once again, her legs pushing her to the top as her body slinks around it’s smooth metal exterior, her hair only to become a beautiful waterfall as she slowly turns herself upside down, her arms hanging free as she suspends herself above the crowd. Another chorus of cheers echo in the club as Desiree gently grabs the metal shaft once more, her body slowly coming back down to earth as she lands in a graceful heap to the floor.
As the music is replaced, Desiree looks up once more, her eyes scanning the sea of men as she tries to look for Jamie, her mind suddenly racing to see where he may have gone. She jumps down, grabbing her bag a long the way as the men try to grope her, grasp for her attention for even one more moment. She can only pull away, ignoring them as best as she can. Only to turn sharply at the feel of a familiar hand her upper arm.
“That was some show there, maybe you’re in the wrong business?”
Jamie’s eyebrow arched in an inquisitive manner, his eyes burning with the question he so wanted to hear ‘yes’ too. Maybe with this woman he’d be able to open his own strip joint and watch women dance around all day without having to pay. Instead of being a duty manager for a wannabe wrestler. Desiree only smiled back; a short smirk is all it took as she started off for the exit again.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet.”
x.x.X.x.x
If it’s a show the want, it’ll be a show they’ll definitely get. A woman without cause or reason is dangerous, but one with ambition and determination is something to be feared. Things may not be set in stone, things may not be known about each other – but the unpredictability of it all makes it all the more sweeter, makes her want it more. Makes your blood her elixir.[/center]