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 Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 7:19 am
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Elijah had finished things up at home as best as he could. The siblings could care for what he couldn't complete himself. The house had been carefully arranged prior to their arrival, so all that needed to be done was some unpacking of personal items and organizing the bookshelves in his office more properly. No designer could be expected to know the particular way he preferred them to be aligned, so he was kind enough to spare them the expectation to do so. He asked they just leave the books in their boxes for him to settle upon his arrival. The persnickety woman who took charge of his interior design insisted she at least shelve them. She was peculiar in her insistence that the house appear complete. No unpacked boxes would dare spoil her vision. It brought a chuckle to his lips, but being so particular about his own tidiness, he understood her compulsions and allowed it.
Minerva and Jovan had been surprised by his quick retreat, but he assured them he simply wanted to peruse his new place of work. They'd sought jobs prior to the move, and he had chosen The Captain's Deck in part due to it's atmosphere. Minerva had crinkled her nose a bit at the idea of him working at a bar that house burlesque dancing, but he figured he could turn her onto the idea once she saw the place. Burlesque dancing in his time had been quite the hit, and he adored the confidence it took to work in such a place. Though more of a novelty now, he appreciated the style that came with it. Minnie, being the picture of confidence, would come to adore the place if it was anything like the ones of his day.
Slipping in from the rainy beach, he shook off his coat as best as he could before folding it over his arm. As expected, it was a fairly empty bar with only a patron or two floating about. A light itching behind his ear made goosebumps raise across his arms. The place did have some sort of mystic feel. Perhaps the lingering of the dead? Who knows. He made his way to the bar and flipped open the menu. It was nice to see familiar mixes. It was a simple enough menu, and he appreciated the classics it featured. He'd have no issue acclimating to the bartending here.
"Black Russian, please," he requested of the early day bartender.
His eyes were drawn to another customer down the bar from him. He looked young, but appearances meant little. At the ripe old age of 96, Elijah bore the face of a man less than half his age. In this day and age, looks were never much of an indication of age. The stranger held the weathered appearance of someone who knew more than his fair share, and Elijah couldn't help but be curious of what someone so young in looks bore so heavily. Never a shy man himself, he took his drink and sat a stool away from the stranger.
"No stranger to the early morning drink," he offered as he raised his own glass to the younger man. "Dr. Elijah Robin. Yourself?"
〖Mood: Curious〗
〖Funds: $1000〗
〖Dr. Elijah Robin〗
〖Thoughts: Nice place...〗
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 6:12 pm
 ❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞╔═════════════════════════════════════╗
The half giant of ominous appearance had spent some time on the beach, transfixed by the sight of rain upon the unsettled body of water that was the ocean. He had watched as millions of transient little crowns appeared and faded within moments, only to be made anew. He didn’t know how long he had stood, back to the road, just watching. Lost in sybaritic thoughts of a woman whose heart was as troubled as his own. When the cold of the rain and wind seemed to seep into his bones, and the surface of his exposed skin felt like it was burning from the cold, he had moved finally and sought shelter from an establishment he had only once been to before. With each step he took in the direction of the impressive boat, he left heavy imprints in the sand behind. Countless rain droplets were quick to fill the space, darkening the usually bright layer of sand.
Once inside the Captain’s Deck, Dare was able to shake off some of the cold and wet, glad to have work such a heavy, waterproof coat. Aside from his hair that was now dripping with freshwater, he was, for the most part, reasonably dry. The former soldier headed straight for the bathroom upon entry, noting how the whole place had changed since he was last here. It seemed less nightclub-esque and more.. intimate. It was hard to describe. The owners had definitely gone in the right direction, though. This new look was a lot more appealing, more suited to the location. And based on the fact that Vixen was still working here, they still had their dancers which was a relief. He’d hate to see his favourite foxy lady out of work. Exhaling softly as he pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom, the giant gravitated to the sinks and pulled out some paper towel from the dispenser, using the thin strips of papery material to soak up as much of the moisture from his hair as possible. After a few minutes of this, he lowered his hands and frowned. His hair was still damp, but not dripping anymore. Anything was an improvement. Ignoring his brooding reflection in the mirror, he turned and threw the used sheets in the bin as he left the bathroom.
“I’ll grab a Doppelbocks, thanks.”
Dare had finally made his way to the bar and ordered the first drink that popped out at him. As long as it was alcoholic, he wasn’t too choosy about his drinks. He was open to trying anything once, though had yet to test out the martini’s. Now that he was seated and with drink, he could take a proper look around. Turning his broad back to the bar, the male took in his new surroundings, appreciating the view. Not bad at all. Why didn’t he come here more often? Probably because he couldn’t bring Mutt. Poor girl would attract too much attention and would try to scare the girls. She was a bit of a territorial pup, even in regards to women of a different species. She’d come to begrudgingly accept Vixen, however. Which was a good thing as he didn’t need to deal with that conflict every time she came over. Speaking of the beautiful woman, his eyes searched the place for her, hoping to catch a glimpse of his own living paradise while he took a contemplative sip of his beer of choice.
╚═════════════════════════════════════╝ XXXXXXXXXDσ чσu lσvє mє? I αsk.
❣ LOCATION → [ Captain’s Deck] ❣ COMPANY → [ People] ❣ FEELING → [ Thoughtful] ❣ DATING → [ ...] ❣ SONG → [ She’s On My Mind] ❣ OOC → [ ...] ❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 7:35 pm
 ❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
And there are no words for that.❜
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I'm feeling unamused. || I'm speaking to Dare. || I'm wearing burlesque dancer || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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Her hair, long and wavy was styled into a 50’s vintage curl, falling loosely around the the cups of her bottom. False lashes were attached to her existing ones, despite already been luscious and long, along with the further enhancement of her black mascara. Her eyebrows were well trimmed and drawn on, her liners winged with a perfect pointed flick at its edges. Golden eyes flickered amidst her powdered skin, while her slender fingers popped the cap off of her red lipstick. Tonight was her night, where she could once more bask herself in the attention of her lustful audience that loved the curves of her body, and the applause she knew would follow after. She dragged her lipstick from one corner to the other, and smacked her lips. Cherry red, like a red rose blooming in the midst of winter snow. Golden orbs flickered to the side while they assisted her into her corset, eyes fixated upon the poster of the one she had so very much looked up to as an idol, a person she wanted to become. Dita von Teese. She was lovely, drawing both the eyes of men and women. There was no word Vixen could use to describe her. She was simply beautiful.
Pale arms slipped into the tight fabric of her sequined gloves, her red lips matching the ruby crystals on her costume, and her tails that were decorated with lovely red feathers that opened up like a peacock’s should she spread them. Her waist was abnormally slim, before it erupted into a lovely curve down her hips, to her thick, exposed thighs. She slided her feet into the tall silver pumps, aiding with the height she lacked. She was ready.
Her heels clicked against the ground when she stepped out, feeling the need for a drink before her performance started. But what caught her attention then, wasn’t the eyes that fell upon her hourglass frame, but the large figure that sat by the bar counter in search of a person. She crossed her arms, unamused over the thought that he may be waiting for another presence other than hers. She strolled over, feeling cocky and superior. ”Won’t you fix me a glass of red wine, hun?” she gestured towards the bartender, before golden eyes fell upon her large companion. ”I’ve caught you, tiger.” she slid a hand up his arms, resting it against his broad shoulder. ”And here I was, wondering if you’d ever come at all.” she huffed, gifting a smile to the bartender while slender fingers latched onto her wine glass.
”You’ve kept a girl waiting. This kitten is starting to get juuust a little bored.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 9:13 pm
❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞╔═════════════════════════════════════╗
There was a sensual thrum in the air, a breathless anticipation of a performance to come. He didn’t know who was performing but he felt that they were popular amongst the regulars of the establishment, he could hear murmurs of excitement for the performing woman. He wondered if they’d be as good as he thought Vixen to be, even if he hadn’t actually seen her perform. Speaking of the fox, was she working today? Eager amber eyes were searching the floor for her familiar form but he failed to spot her. Disappointment settled in his stomach as he took another sip of his beer. He was trying to decide whether or not he wanted to stay after this drink. He’d only come here to warm up a little after his spontaneous walk along the deserted beach, but now.. He had nothing keeping him here. Except maybe curiosity about the upcoming performance that had unsettled the few people in the room. Yeah, he’d watch the performance and finish his drink, then go. Maybe he’ll tune up his bike at home or something. There wasn’t much else to do on a rainy day. And at least he’d have the company of his dog. With a sigh he removed his coat and asked the bartender to keep it for him until he left, that way it wouldn’t be stolen and he wouldn’t have to carry it around. He was starting to warm up, anyway.
The giant straightened as a familiar scent reached him- an exotic mix of sugar and spice, of fresh pine and honey laced with cinnamon. A voice with dulcet tones called out to the bartender close by and he struggled to keep his expression unreadable while his heart started racing in response to her presence. A slender hand slid up his arms, torturing him with the sparks of electricity that spread over the areas she touched. “I’ve caught you, tiger.” Seeming more calm than he felt, Dare slid his gaze over to the woman that haunted him and arched a brow.
“What are you going to do with me now that I’ve been caught?”
He asked, lips quirking into a predatory grin as he took the hand that was resting on his shoulder and brushed his lips against her fingertips before letting her go, eyes never once leaving her. He’d once promised to have eyes only for her, and even if he wasn’t a man of his word, once she entered a room, it was impossible to look at any other. Dare turned to face her properly, watching as her fingers closed around her wine glass while taking a sip of his own drink. She offered a smile to the bartender and he felt that he knew how the tender was feeling. Her smile could stop traffic and start wars. She huffed at him and he chuckled warmly, the rich sound rumbling in his chest.
“Of course I’d come to see you. As much as I liked our private performance, I did promise to see you work, didn’t I?”
He grinned and looked away, colouring slightly at the reference to their morning of passionate sex. He could recall all too vividly how she’d looked pinned beneath him, how she’d felt in his arms and how she melted under his touch. He gave her outfit a cursory glance and had to admit that she was a vision in red and silver. And he knew he wasn’t the only one appreciating her curves. Even without looking, he’d noticed a handful of people staring at them, mainly at her. Vixen was always one to attract attention. He tended to attract attention of a different sort. At least his large stature was good for something. It kept people away.
“We can’t have that, can we?”
Dare cupped the side of her face with his large hand and watched her expression as he dragged that hand down her neck in a lazy manner and slid a finger beneath one of the jewelled straps covering her chest that connected her corset to its halter. His other hand had put the drink down and come to settle on her generous hip. He gave the strap a playful tug, exercising enough control over his supernatural strength to not break the delicate material. He didn’t think she’d like it very much if he broke her costume while she’s at work. In the bedroom would be an entirely different manner. Actually, he hadn’t yet had the occasion to tear anything off her, but that could always change.
“I guess we’ll have to make our own fun.”
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❣ LOCATION → [ Captain’s Deck] ❣ COMPANY → [ Vixen 😍] ❣ FEELING → [ Mischievous] ❣ DATING → [ ...] ❣ SONG → [ Perfect Picture] ❣ OOC → [ ...] ❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2018 12:47 am
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
And there are no words for that.❜
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He had noticed her. The way his back straightened when he knew she was close, how his muscles instinctively tensed up when she spoke, and she enjoyed every passing second of exploring his little reactions that would go unnoticed to others’ gaze, but hers. Amber orbs locked onto brilliant golds, and he’d counter her words with his mischievous banters that would either leave her boldly countering in return, or reduce her to a blushing mess. Perhaps a little bit of both, at times.
”Perhaps a little.. behind the scenes kind of thing?” she countered, taking a whiff of the aroma before taking a sip from her glass. Her eyes brightened, and she snuck a glance at the bartender that just seemingly serves the best wine. Bold eyes returned to the cheeky giant, watching him take a hold of her hand to press her fingers against the lips that she had familiarized herself with on an occasion a few weeks back. Lightly chapped, but soft and warm to touch. Despite the heavy make up, her features flushed a mild shade of pink at his gentle caress, acknowledging the way the air felt colder when they ceased contact. But despite his bold attempt to fluster her, there were moments on many occasions where he was the one to grow embarrassed, such as now. ”Eyes on me.” petite hands reached up to guide his head back towards her by his chin, taking notice of the way his cheeks were lightly coloured despite the dim lighting of their interior. My, it was a sight to see, and she could only guess what had surfaced in his mind, and just what he had referred to. ”Your sweetness will be the end of me, tiger.” she hummed.
He was different behind closed doors, rough, wild, yet passionate at the same time. The soreness within the coming day was not something she would complain, though she had felt just a tad guilty for soiling his sheets. As much as she had loved the different side to him, the fox enjoyed spending time with him just as much, whether it be playful banters, or just a quiet moment together. “We can’t have that, can we?” of course not. She had nearly given up waiting completely, then again, it wasn’t a ‘must’ for him to come. But now that he did, the fox was beyond delighted. Warm hand came to cup the soft skin of her cheek, and she’d instinctively lean into his touch. Her ears flickered, and then dropped to the sides of her head in submission while golden orbs fixed onto his glowing ambers in awe. She did not answer, but merely gave a mild shook of her head in response. His hand moved, a gentle caress down the skin of her neck, and then latching onto one of her silver jeweled straps, while the other came to rest against the bared skin of her hips.
Then came a light tug that surprised her, revealing just a tad of pale skin beneath the silken fabric of her costume. ”Dare, behave!” she playfully slapped him on the shoulder, growing shy now that they were amidst restless crowd. Small hands guided his larger ones from her strap and her hips all the way down to her bottom while she scooted closer. There were eager eyes, but the fox wasn’t going to let just about anyone lay a finger on her. ”Be a little patient. You get a private performance from me after this.” out of habit, her fingers came to tangle against his ebony locks, only to stop short when she noticed the dampness that followed. Her smile turned into a dissatisfied frown, and her eyebrows, into furrowed knots. The fox gave him yet another slap on the shoulder, this time a tad harder than the last. ”Your hair is wet-! You’ll catch a cold, mind you-!”
”Come.” gently, she guided his head towards hers, where her forehead would press against his. Her hands would glow in hues of purple and blue, allowing the flames to dance around the palm of her hands, but the fire did not burn, but instead, warmed his cold skin, and dried the remaining wetness of his hair. She’d run her fingers along his scalp, feeling his silken locks between her fingertips, as though she was holding water within her hands. When she felt his hair was dry enough, she withdrew her hands and flicked him upon his forehead.
”Don’t be reckless next time.” but of course, she’d give him a gentle peck where his forehead had turned red. ”Wouldn’t hurt to bring an umbrella, you know.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 5:09 am
❝It wαs α quєstíσn I hαd wσrn σn mч líps fσr dαчs - líkє α lσσsє thrєαd σn mч fαvσurítє swєαtєr I cσuldn't rєsíst pullíng - dєspítє knσwíng ít cσuld αll unrαvєl αrσund mє.❞╔═════════════════════════════════════╗
“Perhaps a little.. behind the scenes kind of thing?”
Amber eyes lifted to meet pools of gold over the rims of a glass and a bottle, subset by dim lighting. The corner of his lips curved upwards in a small, arresting half smile that had the ability to melt the heart. Oh she was a cheeky one. Stunning in appearance with the confidence and personality to match. Vixen truly was one of a kind. Despite himself, Dare always seemed to be holding his breath around her, waiting to see her next move, anticipating her response to his advances, knowing that she was able to surprise him when he least expected it. That was part of her charm. She kept him on his toes. His mind had betrayed him and while he’d looked away out of embarrassment for recalling such R-rated moments in a public setting, she lifted his chin and met his gaze. She really was something else. “Your sweetness will be the end of me, tiger.” Her words elicited a wicked grin from the giant and he only lifted his drink to her in acknowledgement. She’d taken to calling him tiger, of late. The title was honestly starting to grow on him, though he struggled to see the resemblance between himself and a wild cat.
“Surely that can’t be right. You taste a lot sweeter than I ever could-.. One might even say that you give me cavities.” His voice lowered an octave as he continued. “But that’s a pain I’m be more than happy to endure, sweetheart.”
Dare took some delight in knowing that she was pleased to see him. She didn’t say as much, but he could tell by the way she was behaving. Beneath his hand, her ears lowered in a subconscious sign of submission, betraying her true feelings. He kept his gaze locked on hers, liking how docile she became under his touch. He liked seeing how much of an affect he had on her, enjoyed watching her melt beneath his gaze. He also took pleasure in her touching and teasing him right back, reminding him that they were on equal footing and that while he might have had the upper hand at that moment, that could change at any time. His back still bore some lingering traces of proof that she could be just as wild as she is tame with him. Yes, she really was a treasure. His playful tug of her flimsy costume earned him a slap that had him grinning in response.
“You never said I couldn’t touch!”
He cried defensively, finding great amusement in her constantly unpredictable reactions. But she did have a good point. He wouldn’t want anyone else around to get a free show. He arched a brow as she guided his hands to rest on her bottom while she scooted closer to him. Unable to help himself, he gave her backside a gentle squeeze of appreciation. Eyes may be on the both of them, but he’d be the only one to touch her today. He had half a mind to pull her into his lap but thought better of it since she was at work and might not appreciate it. Such intimacy could wait. He wasn’t completely unreasonable. “I look forward to it, almost as much as seeing you perform.” He admitted honestly, liking the sounds of a private show. But he had come here to see her perform first so he could behave, at least until then. Unfortunately when her hair tangled in his hair, she took notice of the dampness. He smiled sheepishly when she slapped him again and scolded him for his carelessness. He didn’t mind, it was nice to be fussed over every once in a while.
“Don’t worry about it, I rarely get sick..”
Despite his words, he bowed his head obediently and pressed his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled while she did something with her hands- they were glowing. On fire..? If he didn’t trust her so completely, he’d have panicked. But there was a lot about her he had yet to discover. He held himself still and controlled himself so as not to flinch when the flames neared him, and instead focused on her. He focused on her her fingers felt running through his hair, how her breath felt hot against his cheek, how at peace he felt being so close to her. When she finally pulled away, he felt dry. The chill from the rain was gone and after lifting a hand to his head to check the result, he could confirm that his hair was no longer damp. Neat trick. When she was done, Vixen pulled her hands from his hair and flicked his forehead. She kissed it better before he could complain or even feign injury, but he’d get even. He did appreciate that she cared, however.
“I took a cab most of the way here-.. doesn’t that count for something?”
He protested weakly, bringing the hand that wasn’t cupping her backside to rest in her hair. Dare gave in to temptation and decided to gently scratch just behind her soft ears as petty, juvenile revenge for the slaps and the flick to the forehead. He had no idea how it would affect her, he could only hope that she wouldn’t take too much offence to it. He’d been wanting to touch her ears since they’d met, to be honest. But was polite enough not to. Hell, if he was lucky she might even enjoy being touched behind the ears. Mutt sure seemed to. Though it seemed inappropriate to compare her to his dog, even for a moment. He withdrew his hand and instead traced her jawline, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin.
“You look sensational, tesoro.”
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❣ LOCATION → [ Captain’s Deck] ❣ COMPANY → [ Vixen 😍] ❣ FEELING → [ Mischievous] ❣ DATING → [ ...] ❣ SONG → [ Perfect Picture] ❣ OOC → [ ...] ❝In чσur hєsítαtíσn I fσund mч αnswєr.❞
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2018 9:49 am
❛I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep,
And there are no words for that.❜
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In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes, something akin to mild adoration. His lips curved into a smile that erased the creases between his brows, one that looked just a tad smug. If the fox had been a mere innocent teenager, she would have fallen heads over heels for him immediately. But her heart merely raced, if not skipped a beat. She noticed the way his eyes bore into her soul, filled with anticipation of her movements and the words she spoke. The fox was an unpredictable creature, cunning and calculative. Most of the time she was vicious and cocky, picky with the people she chose to hang around, but with him, her ears fell, and her tails were arranged close to her body. She was docile, and tame with a hint of spice during rare occasions. She felt small beneath his predatorial gaze, but it was a sensation she very much welcomed.
The gentle giant had his way with words: charming most of the time, but dorky during some, much like this moment. ”Cheesy.” she answered, but despite her lack of appreciation on the surface, there were signs that showed she was more than pleased within the passing moments spent in his company. Her tails would occasionally perk upwards whenever she was delighted, and they’d sway whenever she anticipated the words he spoke. Her eyes, however, were the most honest, and also her greatest weakness. They gave away everything she felt. It was the literal window to her soul. Her pupils dilated at the sight of his features beneath the dimly lit lights, the way his eyes held an ethereal glow, like burning flames within the depths of a dark forest, both alluring as it was terrifying.
“You never said I couldn’t touch!”
”I never said you could, either.” she countered, and huffed. The squeeze he gave her caused certain memories to resurface within her mind, like the way his fingers dug into her rear when he buried himself into her body. ”You’re not allowed to touch me later, either.” she warned, tracing circles with her index finger against his chest. Then again, no one was ever allowed to lay a finger on her during her performances, though once in a while, there were drunkards that gave her an unwelcomed surprise. But with Dare, with the way they were behaving now, she’d make a rare exception. Brilliant golds gazed at him, noticing his dark lashes when he was up close, the way light stubbles decorated his chin, and also how his scar ran over his left eye. His breath was hot against her face, that reeked lightly of alcohol. Somehow, she found that charming. Then again, he already is.
“I took a cab most of the way here-.. doesn’t that count for something?”
”Aw, just for me? You’re so very kind. I suppose you do get a reward for that.” she cupped his cheeks and drew his head towards her for a quick, light peck upon the lips, and it was in that moment, the restless crowd grew even more impatient at her unfairness. The fox only chuckled, trailing her fingers down from his cheek, to his shoulders, and eventually down to the edges of his tattoo upon his forearm. However, what caught her off guard was the way his hand slipped into her curled tresses, gentle fingertips rubbing up against the base of her ear. A small whimper could be heard before she leaned against him completely, like a dog who was scratched in its favourite spot. A soft, quiet purr escaped her lips, and she’d slap his hand away while her cheeks fumed. ”N-Not here--” she protested, not exactly annoyed nor unamused, but more so embarrassed that he had discovered an erogenous zone.
“You look sensational, tesoro.” he complimented, ”Don’t I?” she was quick to recover, withdrawing herself from his gentle caress. ”But the best has yet begun.” she added as the lights dimmed, and she retreated from the safety of his arms. There were both men and women in the crowd, men wanting to admire the human body whereas women, the confidence of releasing their inner sex. Careful footsteps brought her up the stairs of the stage, where she’d prepare for her little strip tease. When the spotlights returned, the fox was already in a human sized bird cage, like a parrot in enclosure. The soft, cheeky jazz music played, and the fox danced around the metal enclosure, all the while, keeping golden orbs fixed onto a pair of ambers she had locked onto since he stepped in.
Petite feet carried her out of the cage, and with each moment, each sway of the body, the crowd cheered. Piece by piece, she peeled off her costume, from the gloves, to the feathers decorating her lush tails, and eventually to the jeweled straps of her corset. Eyes were on her, and it was the only reason she had chosen this job. She enjoyed the attention, and also because she had been bitter once before, wanting to escape her reality of losing a loved one. Vixen was a tease, leaving the crowd both frustrated and filled with anticipation, and when she drew closer to the edges of the stage, she’d toss the strap she held in hand into the crowd, chuckling when a member of the crowd had grabbed hold of it. Piece by piece it came off, eventually her corset, leaving her with nothing but stickers, the pair of lovely silver heels, and tails that covered her exposed skin. And with that, the lights flipped off followed by the applause she had grown used to hearing. But her job was far from over. She’d call for an employee, requesting that they guide the large man by the bar counter to a private room while the fox changed into something more.. comfortable(?).
Petite body slipped into tight, black latex, a tad more revealing than the costume she wore for her performance, but that was alright. She wanted to see the reactions she could draw out of his.. stoic expression. Despite taking moments to tidy up, her raven locks still clung to her body from the small breakout of sweat, giving her an arousing, post orgasm glow. She pushed the door open, toying with the small whip in hand while she strolled over to where he sat. Almost naturally, the fox straddled him in his seat, snaking her arms behind his neck, while her fingers tangled themselves within his hair.
”I hope you enjoyed the little strip tease, love.” the crowd certainly did. ”But.. I did promise you get something private from me.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2018 9:09 pm
xxxx → ωєםиєsםαч, נυℓч ④тн ←
םαч ③ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ②⑥⑨ ◦
( ⑧ мσитнs, ②⑥ םαчs )
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2019 5:30 pm
► Company: Alone ll ► Wallet: $993.75 ll ► Outfit: Showtime ll ► Location: Captain's Deck "Everything's been fine so far," Oliver spoke, phone up to his ear and his son on the other end. The boy was checking in on his father to see how he was settling in to his new home. It was a sweet gesture, but they had grown rather close after the death of the boy's mother. Plus, Oliver wanted to be kept in the loop about his future grandchild since moving. Sure he had only just found out before moving away, but that didn't mean he wasn't interested in knowing all the details! He hadn't known anything about it until he told the couple he was moving and they had planned on telling him the same day. The coincidence was uncanny; in his opinion. "I decided to branch out and try my hand in the food industry," he added as he parked his truck in the parking lot of the bar. It was intense outside, but he wasn't really the type to stay home. He liked getting out and doing things; a homebody he was only some of the time. Perhaps it was because of his older age. He had come to realize that the older one got, they tended to get out and do more to try and feel young again. Or so they can say they accomplished a lot before finally kicking the bucket. Sure, he wasn't terribly old, and he certainly didn't look his age thanks to his years in the military, but that didn't change the fact that he was getting on in years. But, he wasn't one to dwell on age; so long as everyone was legal. "What!? I'm not that terrible a cook! Hey, at least you had something to eat, young man," he tried to defend himself as he hastily made his way inside.
"Besides, I'm not a cook smarta*s," he added, making his way to the bar and claiming a seat. Draping his coat over the back of the chair, Oliver placed an elbow on the bar and eased his posture a bit. He knew that he was no master chef and wouldn't subject people to his kitchen stumbling. Well, stumbling could be considered overstating his lack of skills in the kitchen. As long as he had the recipe for something, he was able to create it. "I'm the manager for an upscale Italian restaurant...And before you say anything else smart, I have enough management skills to be able to handle everything." Flagging down a bartender, Oliver ordered a Between the Sheets and went back to his conversation with his son. "A little faith kiddo. I've never let you down before and I need to be able to spoil my soon to be grandchild..." The idea of his grandchild coming into the world brought a warmth over the older man that he hadn't really felt since the birth of his son; some twenty-six years ago. Oliver smiled as he draped his free arm along the bar, hand hanging from the edge. "Yeah, love ya too," he replied and finally hung up his phone. As he was putting his phone back into his pocket, he was pleasantly surprised that his drink was being set in front of him. Looking around, he supposed it wasn't inconceivable since there weren't many people here at this time. If the weather report was anything to go by, many people would be staying indoors. Taking a sip, Oliver licked his lips and hummed in a pleasing manner at the perfected taste. He was glad to have come out for a drink today.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2019 7:43 am
 ʁфҡϛΔηΔ ɣфʆҡфɣ
Roksana Volkov XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/sizeHearing the loud booms of thunder, and even seeing the large, chaotic, cracks of lightening, Roksana could feel it in her bones that today was pretty much a bad day to be out and about. Thankfully the silver haired woman was in her car and heading to someplace where she could relax and unwind a bit, well hopefully. But before she could even walk out of her vehicle, Roksana heard her phone go off. With a loud sigh, the water elemental picked up the device and brought it up to her ear. "Zdravstvuyte, chto ya mogu sdelat' dlya vas, dorogaya mama?" She asked her mother, in her native Russian tongue, who had decided to call her twice this week. It was beginning to become a pain in the butt that her parents wanted to check up on their only child. But she wasn't just someone who needed too much parental guidance. Sighing softly, away from the phone, Roksana listen as her mother talked about how she missed her child and wanted to see more of her. "Mama, ya v polnom poryadke. Seychas mne nuzhno idti. Proshchay." Though as soon as the conversation started, Roksana quickly ended the call and pulled her jacket close to her before heading out into the rainy weather. Though without a single fall, the young woman headed straight into The Captain's Deck, and smiled softly to herself.
Once she had entered the bar, the silver haired woman took off her jacket and put it on the back of the chair she would be sitting at. It didn't take long until she ordered herself a dirty martini to sip on here and there as she took in the scenery of the bar. She noticed a few patrons in the bar, but the total amount she could count on just one manicured hand. At least at this bar it seemed that she wouldn't get as many cat call or even wolf whistles, like she had gotten at the Neon Lights. Which was a relief to her.╔══════════════╗
Location: The Captain's Deck
Feeling: Relaxed, yet slightly Annoyed
Company: Few Patrons at the Bar
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2019 12:43 am
► Company: Alone ll ► Wallet: $993.75 ll ► Outfit: Showtime ll ► Location: Captain's Deck The sound of music hummed through the building, lights starting to dim. Oliver turned around in his seat to try and find out what was happening. He had heard this particular bar held shows to entertain patrons, but he wasn't sure what they were about. Burlesque was something he hadn't ever seen before. Strippers, sure. This was supposed to be something entirely different and he had to admit to being a little overly excited to find out the difference. From what he had read, burlesque dancers didn't remove clothing during their shows and was something derived from shows around the 30's. Then again, he didn't know anything about it. Staring at the stage as the lights finally went out, he took another sip from his drink as new music began and a spotlight was directed at the curtains. Hazel eyes widened when the curtains parted and the dancer began her number. "Ooooh~" he cooed excitedly as he watched the young woman shake her hips at the crowd. Even though it had just started, Oliver would admit to enjoying the show; much better than just normal strippers. They couldn't even be called strippers since they didn't take off their, at least not in the same sense as strippers.
Turning back to the bar, Oliver ordered another Between the Sheets and scanned the bar. Beside him sat a rather unusual looking young woman, with icy blue eyes and silver hair. He had never seen anyone with such color in their features. Her accenting pale skin told the older man that she may be from a colder place where there wasn't a lot of regular sunshine. Her blue jumpsuit was in stark contrast of her pale skin, which helped him notice her even more so than her unusual features. "You don't really seem like a martini girl," he commented casually as he waited for his second round. Of course, he didn't know anything about her so he couldn't truly know for sure if she was a martini girl or not. The long hair and evening wear though, it just seemed to scream more of a party girl getting cocktails rather than sophistication. Turning in his chair to face her, Oliver gave her a casual but friendly smile as he acknowledged her presence. "Have you ever been to a burlesque show before?" he asked, changing the subject in hopes that he wouldn't possibly offend her with the drink comment.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 12:53 pm
ʁфҡϛΔηΔ ɣфʆҡфɣ
Roksana Volkov XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/sizeHearing the music and the ah's and oh's, Roksana turned her head around to noticed that a burlesque dancer had appear on the stage and was doing her number. It was an amazing choreography that she was doing, well her opinion that was. Though there could be a few tweaks here and there to help the dancer out better. But the woman couldn't judge all that much, since she was never taught dance or had even taken a dance class in her life. Slowly bringing her attention back to the dirty martini she was holding in her hand, silver blue eyes looked over to her left and noticed a man she was sitting next to since he had spoken. "No not really, I'm more of a straight vodka woman." She stated softly before taking a sip of her drink then pushing it aside a little over to the right side of her. Roksana wasn't really up for the taste of the drink she had ordered, but it would suit her for now. She would just have to milk the drink is all. "This is the first burlesque show I've been to." The Russian stated to the man before bringing her attention back to the show on the stage.╔══════════════╗
Location: The Captain's Deck
Feeling: Slightly Annoyed
Company: Few Patrons at the Bar
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:09 pm
"Willing zombies walk the streets
Golden age, dead century
Brothers, sisters, lovers, wh*res
Casualties of long and lost wars
Dead. dead. dead
We're a degeneration
Get it on
The same old song
Everyday it will be the same
Listen to the song that still remains
Under violent clouds we break
No time for healing again and again"Saorise ☥ O'Crom Ah back to work again. She did genuinely enjoy her job, and the good vibes from this morning helped her disposition be more cheerful, but...if any of the dancers ever quit, she would murder any b***h that got in the way of taking that position. Hell, she wished one of them would just call in sick or something so that she could fill in. But of course that never seemed to happen. Oh well, at least she got good tips being a waitress, probably because she was willing to go just as far as the dancers...for a price. Her corset was nice and tight, shoving everything up to her bust, which looked like it was about to flop out the top. She had a couple thick chokers on to hold her head on, and a short leather skirt and high heels. Yeah, that was how you got some serious tips. She was hoping to meet some of the dancers one of these days, maybe they could put a good word in for her, but as of yet most of them always seemed to be busy. As soon as she got there, she started serving drinks to the patrons, indulging them in the occasional feel, but making them pay for anything more. She always took her breaks near the dancers, so she could catch up on the gossip, and yet again she heard them trashing on one of the others. They said she was too heavyset to be a dancer. Saorise didn't recall seeing anyone like that, all of them had seemed fit enough to be lithe and alluring. Was there some girl that she hadn't met yet? She would have to keep an eye out for the newcomer."Another mother's breakin'
Heart is takin' over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dyin'" Funds: $15Relationship: Single
Mood: Curious
Ooc: ...another craptastic opening post by me...
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