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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 20:25:47 GMT -5
(Can you name the song that inspired the first paragraph and the title?)
It was Friday night, and I needed a cold beer. I put on a pair of jeans that fit just right, and hopped into my rental car. Turning the radio on, I drove to the address my friend's gave me, and smirked when I saw where I was.
"Looks like a strip club~" I said to myself as I parked the car. Sam and Jamie were waiting for me inside the club, sitting at a table right by the stage.
"Hey, Luca! You made it~" Jamie yelled over the music, smiling. He was the only bearer out of the three of us. Sam was a giver, like myself.
"Nice place you guys picked." I smirked even wider. Then, a new boy came on stage. He had close-cropped brown hair and bright, sapphire eyes. He had a slim but toned body, and was dressed in nothing but a speedo. I had to supress a growl in my throat as I realized he was my mate.
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 20:44:34 GMT -5
Ryan grabbed the pole and waved to the men, his eyes bright when he saw their cash. Twirling around and wiggling his ass a bit, he eventually dropped to his knees and crawled across the stage. picking up a few dollars here and there.
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 21:50:22 GMT -5
Sam looked at me when I growled, a worried look on his face.
"Is he..."
"Yes. That kid is my mate." I stood up, and pulled out a wad of 100 dollar bills. "Hey. Kid! If you come with me, you can have this."
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 22:01:29 GMT -5
Ryan raised a brow but crawled over to that side of the stage. On his knees, he began dancing on the side of the stage, body gyrating. He wasn't going anywhere, but he'd shake his ass for a hundred.
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 22:07:41 GMT -5
"Nope, not good enough." I smirked, and started counting the bills. "There's 5000 here. Do you want it?"
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 22:17:07 GMT -5
Ryan frowned momentarily before sliding off the stage and moving up to the man, dancing on him. Shoving him into the chair, he went on to give him a lap dance, ass grinding into the man's groin.
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 22:20:02 GMT -5
"I want a private show, if you catch my drift. Do that for me, and you get all this money plus 5000 more."
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 22:24:39 GMT -5
"What kind of private show?" Ryan asked, stiffening. "The most I do offstage is lap dances, pal. If you're talking more then you can fuck off."
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 22:41:39 GMT -5
"Relax. If I wanted a hooker, I'd go to a brothel. I just want a little private show. Deal? Ten thousand for say, a thirty minutes?" That should be enough time to convince him to leave with me...
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 22:44:41 GMT -5
Ryan paused and stared at the man. "Come on," he said, leading the man to a back room. Pushing him into another chair, he began to do his usual routine. Grind, twist, roll the hips, repeat.
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 22:55:05 GMT -5
I looked into my mate's eyes. "Listen, kid. What you're doing is amazing and all, but I need to tell you something. The reason I brought you back here, is I need you to leave, with me. You're my mate, the other half of my being. You are mine as I am yours, and we can't live without each other. Please, I need you to come with me."
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 23:07:54 GMT -5
Ryan scoffed. "Yeah, like I haven't heard that before. Look, big guy. Just enjoy the dance and pay me me my money."
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 23:32:18 GMT -5
"You don't believe me. Well, what if I told you I wasn't lying and can prove it?"
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Post by ode on Jan 24, 2011 23:34:15 GMT -5
"I'd tell you you're a freak and have two minutes to get out of here before I call in the bouncers," Ryan siad, moving away from the man.
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Post by Lizzy the Fluff Master on Jan 24, 2011 23:40:34 GMT -5
I focused on being fish-like, and next thing I knew, my legs had melded together and turned into a fish tale.
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