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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 16, 2006 22:43:02 GMT -5
Bryna delai smiled as her music started and she walked out, wearing a short robe over her less then modest under garments. The spot light came on her and a couple other girls as they began their routine.
This was Bryna's job of course, a dancer at the club where she had met Aras. She moved her body suggestivly to the music, she was the lead girl tonight. Removing her robe as she swayed to the music she revealed some shiny blank undergarments.... that is a Bra and A thong.
She spun herself down one of the poles next to the stage and walked up to one of the hooting, drooling, men. She moved in front of him seductivly, then returned to her position on the stage, turning her back to the crowd and loosening one of her bra straps, sliding it slowly down her shoulder, shaking her hips as she did so, hair swinging as she bobbed her head.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Sept 17, 2006 23:20:10 GMT -5
Hidden in the mass of people in front of the stage, Aras Paolini stood near the back of the crowd. His face was screwed up with grim frustration and disgust, angry that anyone would want to condemn their life to being a slutty dancer. Violet eyes watched the beautiful girl's fluid motions, and he snapped his head away from the heavily lined and powdered face that seemed to draw men in as easily as a raging river catches the interest of someone who had been in the middle of a desert for a week.
"Why are you all here?" he asked, hardly raising his voice. He did not expect an answer, and was sure that nobody would pay attention to him when they could look at the girl on stage, now bending down low to hungry cheers. "Just to see what you can't have? Admire the fake beauty and let yourself be swallowed by lust?! You're pathetic, all of you!"
Aras lifted his palm for a waiter to come and give him a beer, sulking in the backdrop of the strip club. He didn't know why he was here, aside from wanting to appear normal every once in a while, actually be a Human being instead of a lifeless, revenge-seeking fool. Maybe this was his lie, as well as the prostitute on stage's, and perhaps the other men's as well. Maybe this was their escape to pretend to be something they just weren't, without anybody knowing or caring. Was it so wrong, when looked at from that angle? Was it so wrong to go to a bar to get sex and pleasure so you can live someone else's life for once instead of your own?
With these new words and a beer clouding his common sense, Aras shoved aside the other men as he got close up to the stage, lifting his hand to the girl to bring her closer. His hands grazed her hip, and he was desperate for her to be focused on him, just him.
It was repulsive.. But maybe this would be his sanity until his conscience caught up to him...
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 17, 2006 23:44:19 GMT -5
Byrna was now topless, she had tossed her top aside by now. She felt a smooth hand rub against her hip, she glanced down, bobbing about to the music. It was Aras. She smiled coyly, then danced away. She gave him a look, implying he could meet her back stage.
She ran her hands down her gorgeous legs as she approached the curtain, turning around, her thumb in the back of her thong. She walked behind the curtain as the music ended, then peeked her head out and tossed it onto the stage.
The red head slipped a shiny robe over her vuluptous body and walked over to her dressing room to remove her stage make-up, then to apply her regular make-up. She smiled. Today had been fairly successful. I even got a tip... She thought, pulling a 20 out of her clevage.
She smiled as she heard a knock on the door. Now who on earth could that be? She thought jokingly to herself. "Who is it?" She called in a sing sog voice.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Sept 17, 2006 23:53:03 GMT -5
"Hey sexy," he said huskily, sliding open to the door to stare at Bryna Delai lustfully. "You did great out there babe. You're so gorgeous.. Why'd you want to meet me back here?" His eyes flickered up and down the hooker's slender frame.
Stepping closer to Bryna, Aras reached out a hand and stroked her cheek, thumb running along her cherry lips. He thingyed his head to one side, examining her. This was not the first time they had met backstage, but adrenaline still pumped the Human's veins at how breathtaking she really was.
"What do you wanna do tonight? I'm up for anything.. And you? Anything you have in mind..?" he trailed off suggestively, smirking at her, his hand still cupping her cheek. "Your pick baby. Your pick."
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 17, 2006 23:58:36 GMT -5
Bryna smiled seductivly, walking towards Aras and draping her arms over his broad shoulders, leaning into him. "I don't know... oh the choices." She said, pondering.
Well... lets see. There's always the usual, then again we could just go out... oh. Choices Choices Choices. She thought cheerily. Bryna took in the sweet smell of Aras. It had a hint of Beer. "ooh, someones been drinking again now hasen't he." She said flirtatously, her arms still draped over his neck. She decided her to voice her previous thoughts.
"Well, there's the usual. Then again we could just go out tonight. What would you prefer?" She inquired, gazing up into Aras's deep, violet eyes.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Sept 21, 2006 0:11:01 GMT -5
"I said," Aras growled, dipping the redhead down in his arms, a hand fiddling with the tie on her robe. "Your pick." He raised his eyebrow, smiling. He grinned at her, waiting for her decision.
A prostitute and a revenge-bitter buisnessman. He knew perfectly well that she slept with other men for money, but he had to accept that into their crooked position. It was simply her life. They were an odd coupling, but Aras couldn't stay away from the addicting drug named Bryna Delai.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 21, 2006 0:21:28 GMT -5
Bryna smiled. "Hmmm... let me think..." She said coyly. She felt her robe slowly loosen, little by little revealing more of her body. "Weeeeelll....." She said, loving the Aras's reactoin everytime she stalled her decision.
She smiled. "I think I like the usual." She said, loosening the top of her robe to reveal a large clevage, her chest just barely covered by the silk robe. She laced her arms artfully around Aras's neck, giving him a passionate kiss.
It was true Bryna was a prostitute, but it was also true Aras was the only man she truly cared for. The others were just walking wallets. She let the robe fall slowly off her shoulders, still artfully hiding her D-Cups.
She paused. "We don't have to rent a room... this dressing room does have a lock you know." She said seductivly, eyeing the nearby couch.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Sept 21, 2006 0:27:27 GMT -5
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Aras mumbled into her hair as he arched her back. He lifted her slender form and rolled her onto the couch, spreading out on the cushions
But the truth was that he never paid any attention the dancing, as much as Bryna. She was beautiful, even if it was fake. There was a little something under there, and Aras loved the shine of her personality which cracked through.
Aras leaned back and pretended to fiddle with the buckle. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, glancing over at Bryna.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Sept 21, 2006 0:32:43 GMT -5
Bryna leaned forward and unbuckled Aras's belt, pulling it away and moving onto the zipper off his pants. She smiled, moving her body against his attractivly. She leaned in, kissing him passionatly, shoving her tounge into his mouth.
"Mm..." She mumbled, pulling off his shirt. "Aras...." She breathed between kisses. She rubbed her hands along his shoulder, and paused.
"You know... I think I may want to go out instead tonight..." She said in a innocent tone. She knew this would drive Aras crazy, and in all honesty she wouldn't mind going out and partying. She hadn't done that in awhile.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Oct 5, 2006 23:46:39 GMT -5
"Whatever you want babe," he replied absently, fiddling with his hair as he reached for his coat. He slid it on and turned to Bryna before licking his lips and flipping away, laughing slightly. "Come on, anywhere's fine."
He stepped into his shoes and twisted the knob on the door, patiently waiting for the girl to be ready to go out on the town with him. What a blast they would have.....
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Post by Bryna Delai on Oct 5, 2006 23:51:47 GMT -5
Bryna smiled, a little disappointed. She had hoped to get Aras all protesting, but going out would be fun too. She slipped into a black halter dress that wrested about three inches above the knee, her hair artfully pulled back into a pony tail. Slipping on some heels that made her legs and ankles look absolutely gorgeous, she laced her arm into Aras's and leaned against him.
"Lets go!" She said cheerfully, squishing herself ever so slightly against Aras's muscular form.
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Post by Aras Paolini on Oct 7, 2006 0:18:40 GMT -5
Smirking down at the little showgirl clipped to his belt, the Human snaked an arm around her waist and held it in place firmly as they strolled out onto the street. His violet eyes gleamed confidently as they scanned the streets to find the familiar blinking lights of a club that they usually went to.
"Where are we headed love?" Aras muttered into her ear, kissing it as he waited for an answer. He was mainly looking for action, but showing off the beautiful prostitute was a good way to start a great evening, to put it in a G-rated way. "Anywhere's great."
Anywhere with the presence of Vincent Gozaboro mysteriously absent, that is.
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Post by Bryna Delai on Oct 7, 2006 0:34:59 GMT -5
Bryna smiled. "Lets go to our usual club, okay? I'm sure Bernie will be happy to see us." She said cheerfully. Bernie was the bar tender at the club a few blocks from the Moonlight. She prevered not to go where she had just danced for a bunch of hooting men, that usually ended up with some buisness, which she didn't mind, but she wanted to spend some time with Aras.
She strode into the club, leanding her head on Aras's shoulder. "Hey Bernie!" She said in her usualy cheerful voice. She knew Aras would be pleased by the number of jealous looks that were directed towards the couple.
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