[seize] the day. [ali]

[Beau]

Now that Beau was hardly caught straying from his work, it was the odd night when Beau had a chance to hit the club, or bar for a drink. Since he was working two- maybe three- days a week, he found his schedule all closed up. Especially with his younger cousin, whom constantly needed to be driven to New York City and back, Beau was usually exhausted by the end of the week. Because Bridgette had a modeling contract for a rather large firm in the city, Beau was too often hassled to drive her out- her parents had made it too clear for her to never be let out, unless in the small town, alone. It was too pleasing for Beau; often, he confiscated her Maserati because he found her to be grounded, only when he wanted to drive around the flashy sports car.

When Bridgette had realized that Beau had dressed to hit the bar, it was only natural for her to plead to tag along. It would’ve been perfectly fine if she were in Canada- eighteen was the legal age. But, this was America, and he shook his head with a nasty grin. She had put up a fight for her car keys- but only when Beau had threatened to burn her Prada, Gucci and whatever brand-name clothing she wore and tie her up to his quad and drag her through horse manure, she caved in and handed the keys over. Figuring he may as well be nice, he left a bit of cash for her evening meal, and headed out for the bar, happily climbing into the expensive Maserati for his nightly transport.

Donning his designer tee, marble-sized diamond earrings and brand new knuckle tattoos, (“Marlboro”) he was rather confident that he was looking hot tonight. Of course- he was hot every other night, but tonight he was on his game. He pulled up too a screeching halt in front of the club, turning off the ignition after a rather arrogant roar of the engine. He climbed out, greeted with a hearty clap to his shoulder, and was let in after Beau handed a hundred-dollar-bill to the bouncer, none-too-suspiciously. Of course, he didn’t find it necessary to pay each time he was permitted inside, but because the bouncer had been looking particularly bored tonight, he may as well offer a few drinks after his shift.

Like every other visit to the club, Beau was greeted loudly. Several of the dancers halted their routine to wave to him excitedly, (Beau was their best customer) and the bartenders waving their bottles of whiskey, while regulars voiced their offers to buy him a drink. He waved off most of them, shaking his head with a friendly grin. He didn’t need their charity; hell, Beau was the one paying the charities around here. No sooner than he sat his lovely bottom on a comfy seat next to the cat-walk did a bartender bring him his usual glass of whiskey, smiling with unnecessary warmth. He thanked her kindly, and turned back to the exotic dancers.

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Aliana had never done anything like this before, yet she found herself in the back of the strip club. Well this was a shocker to the senses. She would never have thought she would ever be doing this, but upon arrival many of the girls had convinced her that she had the perfect bod for it. And what the hell, it was amateur night, so who cared? She stood, shivering lightly in her scanty outfit, which was a naughty school girl one, to be precise. She wore the outfit good, I must say. The red, black, and white plaid pleated skirt, with the white unbutton blouse that showed a red lace under garment, then the three inch kitten heels pumps.

Ali’s hair hung down her body in a beautiful water wave that only waved slightly like as if it were beautiful golden waves crashing down upon the sand. Her make up was not over done, nor was it under done, but rather relatively perfect. She looked quite amazing for a stripper, rather classy if you will. Her blue eyes were piercing through the coal black eyeliner that had traced her lids. Her rhasberry rhapsody lip gloss made her lips shine, making them appear more full than they already were. She couldn't lie. She loved that lip gloss.

Now it was her turn. The girl walked onto the stage as jazzy, funky music began to play. He hand grasped the pole at the end of the cat walk. Her body moving around it, looking as if she were as graceful as a butterfly. Those legs: tanned and muscled from long days of riding. She looked utterly hot, and there wasn’t a man… or woman in the place that would not admit that. She knew how amazing she looked, course, Ali always looked amazing. her high priced clothing, her slender, yet built body, and her gorgeous features made it easy, and she loved that as well.

It had been a few weeks now that Ali had been riding Helter, Beau’s prized possession, and they were doing well. Already Autumn was getting better times on the horse. He was already building a better muscle build on his hind end from the ruthless Dressage and Western Pleasure training. Not many times had the stallion tested her. He had given up on that, but she still never let her guard down. She knew better since the first time she had placed that tight little bottom on his back, her guard she never be let down on him.

But now, Ali lifted herself up into the air, tangling her legs around the pole and letting herself flip down backwards, slipping off the shirt. As she came down, she stepped out the skirt. And, I’ll tell you, there wasn’t much to the matching thong that was red lace as well. She glanced down, just for a second. She panicked. Her whole body tensed but she did not loose her smirk. She had to keep it. Her boss, sat right there. Right there in the front row. Ali turned, moving back to the pole, her body moving again even more easily to the music. She knew that she must remain calm.

She knew ramaining calm would be hard since she worked for the man who was sitting right below where she stood half naked. Ah, but the show must go on. Ali slipped up and up, and up onto the pole, then swirled her back down in an amazing show of grace. However, the ooglers did not see it that way. They were just impressed by her physique, which, was not surprising. The whistles, the shouts, the murmurs, they were all for her. How lovely.

[Beau]

Ah, Amateur Night. Beau’s favorite night of them all- he got to see wannabe dancers strut whatever stuff they had. Usually, it didn’t end too badly- but there was the odd dancer whom accidentally smoked the back of their heads on the pole. But of course, as the crowd, Beau and the others were expected to overlook this, although the occasional onlooker grimaced and “ooh’d” at her painful and embarrassing move. Beau cackled at some parts, under a stiff hand of course, when he had seen a few of the dancer’s excruciating expressions. It was a dick move, but it was too funny to not let a small chuckle out at. It was even funny how they looked graceful managing it.

With a sheepish grin as the last dancer walked off in a sexy saunter, he’d figure having a go at it. Beau already had, once before, but he’d been so wasted out of his mind that he didn’t have the faintest memory of it. The only reminder was the polish on his hands and tee shirt the next day, and the odd amount of lip-prints along his stomach and chest, all the same color as the dancer’s lipstick. The only thing that he was afraid of was if he’d given his number out to the women- he hadn’t answered his phone for the next five days afterwards. Beau wasn’t willing to do private shows quite yet, anyways.

Finally, the lights had dimmed slowly, and a waitress brought him another generous glass of whiskey. He was a regular; by now, each bartender had known he enjoyed a cup every now at then. Turning to face the cat-walk after his nod of thanks, he held the cup and took a sip of the strong alcohol. He gave a soft smirk when the girl took her turn- it was like she was all too confident, and had actually done this before. With her powerful walk, she seemed like she owned the stage. Beau would admit- he enjoyed seeing this in a girl. Despite her walk that would’ve better suited a school bully, she was almost more graceful than the actual pros. This was tough to accomplish- even when you were clad in towering pumps.

Slowly, Beau’s eyebrows furrowed gently. That backside- he’d seen it before. Hell, he’d seen it many times before. It looked rather familiar; but then again, he’d glanced at so many that by now they should’ve been tell-tale. With a slow sip of his whiskey, he leant comfortably in his chair and watched with a comfortable smirk on his lips as she grasped the pole like it owed her money, and began straddling it vertically. Only then, he realized why the ass was so familiar. Whatever color Beau had immediately drained from his face, but the smirk was still plastered onto his lips. It looked like she had done the same, ceasing her actions momentarily and continuing on like she hadn’t caught a glimpse of her own employer.

To be fair, Beau sat and endured her dance. After seeing all the other women, why shouldn’t he stay for her? Perhaps his excuse could’ve been he was there to root her on, although he wasn’t too sure if that would be acceptable, because he’d been drooling the first few minutes. Conspicuously, Beau stuck his index and thumb into his mouth, whistling piercingly above Ali’s chosen music. Within minutes, Beau stood clutching the whiskey, and strode towards the barstools. He had watched too long- by now it should’ve been considered inappropriate. He shut his eyes tightly, taking a generous swig of his drink. He couldn’t stop thinking about how incredibly gorgeous she was beneath her clothing, and that was a bit over the line for Beau.

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Ali finished her dance like she knew she had to. Looking down at the money on the stage, he did not bed to grasp it, she merely left the stage. She had only done what she had done to have some fun, and she had been pear pressured into it. She was as good as fired, she was sure of that. What kind of employer wanted a stripper to be working their horses. How professional. She now moved back bind the scenes and pulled on a robe, tieing the strapped around her waist she moved towards the bar. This was a bad idea, she knew ti was a horrible idea. But she did it anyways.

Ali had never done something like that before, and apparently she was quite good at it. Seeing how all the men hadn’t stopped cheering, yet there was only one man she had focused on, and that was Beau. That ear-piercing whistle had only driven her to perform better, shit. Her boss had seen her naked, and that hadn’t even gotten into bed yet. Well was that peachy. She had found dancing up on that stage rather exhilarating, either way. But, she didn’t think it would become a habit. No, definitely not. It was probably a once a month thing, or maybe a once in a lifetime thing?

She now moved into the seat next to Beau, waiting for the ‘tender to walk over. She smiled up at the girl. ”I need a shot of tequila with lime.” her voice was soft, some what sensuous, and she turned to look at Beau. She smiled at him. ”Surprise?” She said with a sheepish smirk. She knew he had enjoyed what he had seen, hell, what man wouldn’t. Still, she was his employee, and it could be quiet a shock to the system seeing your employee who gets paid very well, stripping on a stage. And then it being just for fun.

Beau was looking rather good tonight. His diamond earrings, the new knuckle tat, and his clothing choice. Course, the man looked rather good all the time, and she wasn’t going to lie that she was interested in him. If for nothing more, than just a good lay every once in a while. He was attractive, and she noted that fondly as she grasped her shot. Raising the glass to her lips she allowed the liquid to slither down her throat and the pinched the lime and sucked down some of the juice. Ahh. The warming burn of hard liquor. Nothing better than that.

Ali now looked rather, morning after. Her hair still hanging graciously down her body, yet under the robe, all she was wearing was that skimpy little skirt and the red bra. The pink robe hugged her body, just to keep herself hidden, why? Who knew. It’s not like every other person in there hadn’t seen her assets by then. Which was just grand. Ali was not a prude by any means, and she was not one of those girls who refused to wear anything but slack and a turtle neck. But, half the people in there were the amount that had seen her naked before. Well, she was doing good. She had doubled the number of ooglers that she had had before. She now went back to attention on Beau. She offered him a coy smirk, then an innocent shrug. ”Enjoy the show, Mr. Austen?” She said, and lets be honest, that was a pretty flirtatious statement.

[Beau]

Beau leant forward, his head on his tattooed arm. Was it wrong to think an employee was.... well, fuckable? To the gent’s standards, it was highly unethical. But, after seeing her small show, he couldn’t help but think if he lowered his morals just a fraction. It couldn’t hurt, right? But, how awkward would it be if he had decided to hook up with the ‘dancer’ and seen her next day at work? Would it be in the slightest? This was a main reason why he avoided relationships with co-workers. Either that or he’d be getting lineups outside his office door, like he was back in Germany.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar rack bouncing towards him. Shit, he thought, reaching for his half-full glass of whiskey and quickly downing it. He needed to get wasted before he could fully remember this night and those thoughts. “Two more.” He said when a male bartender eyed Beau with a rather sheepish grin. Beau tapped irritably on the wood of the bar, attempting to look away when Ali took a seat next to him. Finally, the two glasses of bronze booze were set in front of him, and he reached forward eagerly to take a long swig of one. Damnit, why was Beau such a heavy-weight drinker? He cursed his tolerance for alcohol silently.

Beau nodded, before taking one more deep swig of his whiskey. “Yes, very.” His eyes were wide, as though it was more of a horrible shock than surprise. Truthfully, it was a pleasurable surprise. Beau made a mental note to take nights off and visit the club more frequently. “Another.” He said to the bartender once more, who too willingly filled up a glass, sliding it across the counter with an unnecessary, warm smile. He picked up one of two glasses, downing it slowly this time. No need to appear desperate for alcohol consumption. If necessary, he could finish his mission at home with his private stores, and maybe allow his annoying cousin to have a glass or two.

Setting down a clear, empty cup, he looked over to Ali, his vision wasn’t blurred in the slightest. “I do not know if I pay you, or say well done.” He admitted. He didn’t doubt she’d enjoyed a fat wad of hundreds in his pockets; every other dancer was rather ecstatic about his generous tip. Probably hadn’t expected this kind of pay on their first day. Hell, if they were regular dancers, they could probably afford a luxury car by now. “But it was quite sexy,” He admitted, shrugging as his cheeks turned a slight shade, almost unnoticeable thanks to the odd lighting arrangement. He didn’t mind her flirty tone- if he wasn’t too intent with getting wasted, he would’ve returned it in a more calm, seductive matter.

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Ali smirked. She had seen how uncomfortable he had been as she had moved over to him from where she had been sitting. She had seen the man down some whiskey, or something potent. She was indeed a little embarrassed that on the one night she decided to do something highly provocative, her boss was in the vicinity of where she was. How lovely, right? Um, no. She did not like the idea of him seeing her every day, but only being able to remember seeing her naked dancing on a stage, and working a pole. That was so unprofessional. Yet, there was she was, sauntering over to the stool next to him. It really was quite a laughable matter to her, in a way. She had caught him checking her out on so many occasions, and the two had been flirting from the get go. Just tonight was a little more. She didn’t have her clothes on, and she was dancing around for guys who oogled her goodies.

She watched him down some more of his whiskey. Now she was wondering if he was trying to get drunk to forget what he had seen, or to be so out of it that fucking her would not have been morally wrong. Either way, it didn’t matter. Ah, so Mr. Austen was shocked by the fact that she was there. That was no shocker to her. Most would not have ever thought they would see Ali dancing on a stripper pole. She came from high wealth and really there was not a reason for her to be doing that, being the reason she left the money on the stage. That could have been a insult, but she really didn’t want to bend over and pick up all of it, so she left it for the people who really did need it. And that wasn’t her. She did not need the money. She wasn’t on well fare, she had a checking account that probably had more money in it than this place was worth, and she wasn’t going to take something she didn’t need when the friendly girls in the back did need it.

Ali glanced up at the bartender. ”I need a cosmo.” She smiled at him, and she too noticed the all too friendly smile that he had plastered on his face. How annoying. She then turned to face him in a more direct manner. Te robe she had wrapped around her body had split at the bottom and now rose high up on her thigh, the thong strings were easily seen, and she was flaunting that amazing set of legs she owned. Yea, Ali knew she was sexy and she had no problem showing it. She smiled at his last set of words. Him not knowing whether to pay her of say well done, and the fact what she had done had been rather sexy. Well, that was what she was going for. ”Well, you sign my check every week and its more than enough for me. And thanks, sexy was indeed what I was going for. I am glad you liked it.” Now it was time to turn on the flirt. Which wasn’t hard for her. She had already put on that amazingly sexy Spanish accent. The purr that would have made many guys want her purely for the enjoyment to listen to her speak. ”For you, Beau… I would do a private dance anytime.” She smirked, those playful blue eyes toying with him, and the idea of being alone in a darkened room with him. Ah, the things she could do.