|Where'd you get your body from?|

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"I have no idea where Alisha put the shoes. I left before her shift was over," Bryn told her boss again. Her patience had come to a grinding halt; the run in her lace stockings wasn't helping the mood. The golden shorts she dawned were reflecting strobe lights and making the faces of eager customers even more unappealing. She made her way through a crowd of unpleased men, one even pulled on her toned thigh. She pulled quick at his touch, like a mouse stealing Munster cheese for the twentieth time from the same trap.

The whistles before she got the dressing room were her normal calls. A sense of adoration always came to her when entering the Pandemic club. In the back she saw a new girl, with striking asian features. Her eyes squinted as she looked at Bryn. It was important to fake a smile and try to be a warm face in such an uncomfortable place to most.

She applied M.A.C. eyelashes with small feathers attached to the outer corner of the lashes. The glue tonight was being a predicament, but nothing Bryn couldn't overcome. She applied a Chanel red lipstick starting in the middle of her lips. After application she heard her call to the stage. In spiked blue heels, she went forward.
The stage from the lights was overheated and her curled long bangs fell quaintly in front of her left hazel eye. Slow music that was a cross between a love song and a trance came over with deep base from several corners of the club. Stepping on stage with the confidence she built, Bryn smacked her colored lips and started to the left of the t-split stage...

[Beau]

Of course, it was almost routine for a single man to hit the clubs, whether it be the strip clubs or just plain old dance ones. And, knowing Beau, he made his trips almost religious. With such frequent attendances, Beau had slowly learned that strip clubs were even an awesome place for business meetings. It wasn't exactly the model meeting place, but it was almost known, to all and men and women, that an aroused man was an easy one. They could be twisted around your little finger, kneeling down to your every demand as they attempted to control themselves, rather than thinking over the business proposal.

After a successful meeting, Beau lent back in his chair as a scantily-dressed waitress took his order for a drink. Within minutes, he was delivered a small glass that was filled halfway with whiskey. The smell was warming, the taste of it even more. At the first sip, Beau's body was instantly warmed and his mouth filled with the rich, strong taste. Propping his feet up on the lit catwalk, Beau rested his hand and glass on his stomach, awaiting the troupe of half-naked women to start their dances. Before he even brought the glass to his lips for another swig, the call sounded and music started.

The first woman set platformed foot on stage. An eyebrow raised at her appearance; makeup galore. However, the harsh stage lights probably washed even the most toned, tanned woman to shit. Her eyes were exotic looking- perhaps it was the feather or other heritage that attracted Beau to it. Whatever the hell it was, Beau dug it. Sticking his two fingers between his lips, he whistled loudly. The shrill sound rose above the heavy bass, even the music in general. After he did so, he joined other drunk, horny men in his appreciation by banging on the stage, along with several other men. Oh, he loved it when he was allowed to be a dog.

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I couldn't wait for the night when you lit up my life.

The techno back-beat was making hip-shaking tantalizing. Her shorts' cuffs were slowly riding up but she continued jousting her hips in every which way while bending down to adjust a strap on her heel as she flashed her signature smile. Sleazy, some people considered it. It was simply what she did best.

Her eyelashes were heavy and as she headed upward in her performance; she noticed the guys' casual reaction to such a teasing sight. The smoked room was beginning to squeeze at her lungs even though she wasn't unfamiliar with smoke herself. For some reason tonight it was thicker, more indulgent to her heaviness in breath. The beating of stage synchronized with the tunes in the background.

The guy to the right of the stage with his short-stacked, empty glass was banging harder than the rest of the crowd, it appeared anyways. Her eyes crinkled in the corner as she gave him a more genuine smile and quickly tossed her head in fury due to the bongo-drum and the mixed electronic beat mixture. She kicked her heels a few times and grabbed onto a lit pole as she swung around the room got hazy. Her body manipulated the pole, not the other way around.

[Beau]

Beau didn't have much liking towards the music. Of course, there wasn't much else to dance to, and it was expected from a club to play repetitive beats and such. Ignoring this, Beau grinned and waiting for the show to start. Feeling in a rather good mood, Beau comfortably sat back in his seat and removed his jacket, exposing his multi-colored arms and a black muscle-shirt, one that seemed to show off each contrast of his muscles. Adjusting his black and white cap, he continued to smile as the woman passed him on her way to the pole, with a rather teasing smile.

Ceasing his mad hammering on the stage, Beau sat back to down the rest of his straight whiskey. The woman hadn't done too much, save the bending-down-part (he whistled then, shouting his approval) and approached the pole. By now, Beau had already ordered another drink, whiskey, and waited patiently. As the woman's body contortioned about the pole, Beau caught himself leaning on the edge of his seat, jaw dropped in pleasure as he watched. He'd also notice he completely ignored the waitress, who set his liquor down on the table, turning on her heel to walk away angrily.

His hand closing around the glass, Beau brought the drink to his lips. He didn't take his eyes from the dancer for too long- maybe to answer his phone once or twice or something. When he looked up, men always whistled as the woman pulled of a spectacular, sexy move. Setting down the drink, he stuck his fingers in his mouth once more, whistling loudly. Noticing the other men toss their dollar notes on the stage, Beau reached into his back pocket to see whatever cash had been crumpled in there. Pulling out a few, slightly weathered hundred-dollar bills, he tossed them on stage with an encouraging, "YEAH!" of a shout.

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Bryn had come accustomed to the showers of bills that poured on stage as she began to dance. Reaching down to pick a few up to stick in her shorts, she noticed that the large bills were coming from one side of the stage. To encourage the cash flow, she stuffed a few in, dragging the bills across her stomach as she casually slipped them into what seemed like skin-fitted shorts. She smiled and tossed back her dark locks and went to the left side of the stage where she started out.

The suspended smoke in the air had started to sooth rather than irritate her. She spiked heel, a gold star buckled one, was still coming undone... and it looked unprofessional to stop in the middle of a performance to fix a stiletto. She threw her hands in the hair and moved her body in motions of a circular hourglass. An old man tried reaching her, but batting her eyelashes and walking back to the left she avoided such machismo behavior.

Glasses of fruit accented alcohol were being passed about. She almost wanted one herself. Her dance session, lasting nearly twenty minutes was almost over. The beats were slowing as she lowered herself to the flat black floor. By rolling and snatching bills, she smiled at the men with such a hunger in her eyes. A hunger not for sexual tension, but for the money. She used a pole that probably wasn't so clean to pull herself up and headed back to the dressing room.

In the back the asian girl was trying to push up her breasts with a corset top but it wasn't working because she couldn't hook it by herself in the back. With an understanding smile, Bryn stepped behind her, and with steady hands proceeded to seal her up. The intermission music came on and Bryn awaited the money which is collected by a bouncer and brought to the back. When she saw Danny, the six foot three inch man come towards her with her earnings she smiled and hugged him. They'd been mutual friends for almost three years now.

Parched as she was, taking off those dreaded heels she walked out to the bar and ordered herself a screw driver. Checking her lipstick in the glass she gazed over the club wondering who might come up and try to persuade her of devilish things.

[Beau]

Being rather used to the strips and clubs on the drags, Beau leant back into his chair comfortably, resting his hands on his stomach. After a few moments, he rubbed his nose gently, careful for the lovely closed-bead ring that protruded from one of his nostrils. He was slightly bored by now; the dancer's moves were none too special at the moment, to Beau anyhow, and quite frankly, he was getting slightly bored. His whiskey glass was a quarter full, left alone on the glass table on his left. More concerned with the alcohol level in his system, he let the drink be for now.

A sudden movement caught Beau's eye. It was close to him- so close it made a soft smirk appear on the male's lips. The woman had kneeled in front of him, taking his slightly crumpled bills and dragging them over her body. It was tantalizing- he bit his lip and raised a brow as she stuffed the money smoothly into the waistline of her shorts. His attention caught, Beau realized he'd been leaning slightly forward, arms resting on the metal chair, and sitting close to the edge of his seat. With a spontaneous toss of her hair, she was off to the opposing side of the stage.

Beau didn't dare take his eyes off the show by now. He'd been caught unaware, and he didn't feel up to missing any part of the remaining act. He was sitting comfortably; straight in his chair, a finger idly tracing the outline of the whiskey glass's rim. He'd noticed through the dance that a part of her shoe seemed to bother her- after attending several 'shows,' Beau could easily pick apart mishaps to added moves. Oddly enough, Beau didn't holler for the dancer to fix it- rather, he felt sympathy. With heeled shoes of that height, Beau couldn't imagine the skill needed to pull it off.

Before the dancer's gig was up, he reached into the crevices of his pockets to pull out several more bills, not checking to see the dollar value or their state. He merely tossed them up, waiting for the woman to return and flaunt her goodies for his generous pay. When she didn't, the man was slightly disappointed. However, he showed his graditude, among several other men, by an applause and a few more head-splitting whistles. It wasn't too long before the interlude music came on, and the crew came to collect the dancer's pay. Without realizing it, Beau had been tenderly sipping his drink all the while, and his whiskey had run out.

Standing tall, Beau turned towards the bar. He had no use of the stage now- the next dancer would take several more minutes to get her stuff ready. He started towards the bar, his lips peeling slowly into a smirk when he saw the familiar head of the previous dancer. Well- back of the head for now; besides, it was all he'd really seen for most of the show. He waltzed up beside her, ordering himself his final glass of alcohol. He stared ahead as the bartender prepared his drink, clearing his throat loudly. "That was some show." He rose his eyebrows slightly before throwing a side-long glance in her direction.

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Smacking her lips trying to enrich the color on both sides, she smiled. "Public shows are supposed to kept at a minimum, but thanks." It could only be hoped he understood what she was saying. She rarely did private shows, rarely had to. Bank could be made enough by using the body inherited by her mother. Tossing her hair which was getting caught in her gold chain, she showed off her small-framed shoulders. Delicate and poised; considerably shorter than her stage presence she stood next to the man at a whopping five foot four inches.

Her honey blonde strands were picking up a strobe light which began to go off south of the bar. Kevin must have finally found a plug in. She noted in her head, annoyed that he was so slow to comprehend what the boss always told him to do. Her gold shorts glowed with the lights, and she heard the melodramatic tones. They really did need better intermission music.

Customers were lining the bar, and Kevin was having a hard time keeping up with drinks. He was new, and stalled due to the light fixture. She took a quick swig from her drink and smiled at the atmosphere. The horn dogs of the place were so shallow and simple. She looked down to notice money still in her shorts, and she hadn't paid for her drink. Grabbing a ten and smirking, she laid in on the bar, not even paying attention to an elderly regular staring at her.

[Beau]

Beau kept his eyes forwards, but heard the faint smack of lips as the woman applied her makeup. He subliminally rolled his eyes. As if she didn't have enough on to begin with. He grinned at her comment, chuckling deep in his throat. "I have no use for 'private sessions.' Or prostitutes, if that is what your getting at." His tone light and sarcastic, he propped an arm up on the bar and rested his chin in the flat of his large palm. He was still smiling to himself. Silly girl, he thought. If he were to get a 'private' show, he would've picked someone who did a much better job.

When his final drink came, Beau whipped out his leather wallet. Several crisp bills were neatly placed inside, all of rather high value. Ignoring the somewhat cheap price of the alcohol he was served, he slid a hundred-dollar note across the bar. "No change." He shook his head, waving off the confused looking bartender with a simple wave of his hand. Pulling out a bar-stool, he sat himself upon it and sipped at his drink as though he were royalty. He stole a sidelong glance down to the woman, who appeared much shorter without her heels.

He cleared his throat once more after downing another sip of the tantalizing liquid. "Must've been a good night for you," He rose a single brow, bringing the glass to his lips once more, taking a much smaller swig. He'd noticed the lovely wad of cash in the waistline of her shorts. "Hmmmmnnn?" He smiled thoughtfully, leaning on the bar staring down in his whiskey. Somehow, he needed to make this one last. He winced slightly as the blinding light of the strobe reflected off the wall of liquor bottles, straight into his precious chocolate-colored eyes. "Tacky lighting," he scowled under his breath.