» » » ♥ |Dominoh R o s e Blue|It was night time, and the stars within the sky twinkled with an enchanting shimmer. The air was cool, and the town seemed to be calm, all except one building, lit up like a Christmas tree with flashing neon signs. It was a club, the doors guarded by two massive men. With a gander into said club, you’d see an amazing sight, at least when it came to men and their taste in women. Floating through the air was the sound of loud music, the pulsating beats causing the very atmosphere to vibrate in time with the music. The building was dark with the exception of flashing lights from above. The lights briefly illuminated the room with a spectrum of colors, before dimming and switching colors before lighting up again.
Cigarette smoke and scented lotion filled the air, creating some sort of intoxicating scent of human indulgence. In the middle of this room, there was a stage, round and several feet up. In the middle of the stage there was one lone woman, dancing to the music. Her body moved to the beat effortlessly, the rapidly flashing lights dancing across her silken skin, as if attracted to it like bugs to bright lights. She had curled cream hair down to the middle of her back, and it bounced about with her without a single drop of effort. Her body swayed gracefully, every ounce of her dripping with alluring seduction.
Golden amber eyes opened, and lit up the dark room like the morning sun. Those eyes glinted like diamonds within the darkened room, the flashing lights catching every sparkle and glimmer they could produce. A smirk played upon natural golden lips. Finally, with a final beat of the current song, the lights stopped flashing, and for a moment the room was dark. After a moment of silence, the room echoed with a series of simultaneous clicks, all of the lights surrounding the circular stage that the woman was standing on lit up.
She stood, her body clad in a tight crimson corset and a pair of matching panties. Long fishnet stockings ran up her legs, and upon delicate feet were six inch, bright red heels. Seated all around her were various men, all drooling like rabid dogs. Their eyes were totally fixated on the woman on stage. She took a moment to gaze out at all the men surrounding her, some of them she recognized as regulars, others seemed new and heavily transfixed. A smile curled onto her golden lips, every single man in that building was totally engulfed in her beauty.
Her name was Dominoh Blue. But everyone just called her Dominoh.
Lifting her hands, she pressed them against the upper part of her chest, and slowly ran her hands down her body, making sure exaggerate every curve of her body. There was a hint of seduction in her eyes, hidden beneath an enchanting fire that caused those amber orbs to glow ever so brightly. It was though she had lit the stage on fire with those eyes, and the men were staring in awe at the flames. Her body swayed, despite the fact that there was no music to dance to. Her hands ran over her body, and every movement she made was driving the men absolutely crazy. Every caress, every slide over the curves, every inch of her body was driving them mad. Then, she moved her hands behind her back, and subtle movements signaled what she was doing; unlacing her corset with a precision only possible through experience. The laces were undone quickly, and as the corset fell it revealed a shiny bright red bra.
Golden speckles dotted her skin, causing her to glitter under the light. The men oh’d and ah’d at her barely covered body. Another song started up, and Dominoh began to dance again. Reaching out to a shining silver metal pole in the middle of the stage, Dominoh pulled herself over to it. Grasping onto it, she twirled herself around it. Throwing her legs up, Dominoh twisted her ankles around the pole, and released her hands from it, laying upside down along the pole, and slowly sliding down. Her acrobatic skills with that pole were unmatched, and the men hooted and hollered like crazy.
Dollar bills were thrown onto the stage, along with a few flowers here and there. She continued, twisting and turning her body around that pole as if she were drawn to it like a magnet. Her beautiful body glittered in the light, bending around the pole, the men melting at the very sight of it. Finally, the song stopped, and Dominoh untangled herself from the pole with ease. Disappointment crossed the men’s faces, as the lights died out and the end of the night was signaled. After a little bit of coaxing, all the men got up and left, and Dominoh was left to collect her tips of the night. With about seventy dollars and five flowers gathered in her arms, Dominoh headed off of the stage and back to the dressing room.
The dressing room seemed like something you would see at a fashion show. There were no individual dressing rooms for the girls, simply a long corridor type room with one wall lined with mirrors, desks for makeup, and chairs. And along the opposite wall were racks of outfits that the girls wore. Each girl had her own desk, and that was about the extent of it. Dominoh strolled over to her desk, the clicking of her heels echoing throughout the nearly empty corridor. There were a few girls left, one of which was seated at the desk right next to Dominoh’s. Dominoh sat down, placing her flowers on the side of her desk. Staring into the mirror, she took a washrag and started to wipe away at her make up.
The girl next to her stared at her for a few moments, jealousy showing in emerald eyes—but then there was also a curiosity and cockiness. While she was indeed jealous that Dominoh was the best dancer in the club and made the most money, she was too over confident to admit that Dominoh was better than her. And, also nosey, she was friendly towards Dominoh to try and get Dominoh to spill whatever beans she had—which never happened. But this girl, named Layla was persistent. Leaning over on her desk, she gazed at Dominoh, before speaking.
“Good show tonight Dom. I heard that King has invited you to dinner, must feel pretty special, King only invites special girls. When are you going?” She asked, curiously. It was true, King had indeed sent an invite out to Dominoh to join him for dinner.
Dominoh paused for a moment, her amber eyes shifting over to the girl for a mere second, before returning to the mirror; unbothered by what the girl had just said. She scoffed slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to wipe her face clean. “He did, a few nights ago actually. And I’m not going. I’d rather eat off of the street than to be in the company of that vile, vulgar man.” She said, distaste filling her words.
The girl gasped at Dominoh’s words, unable to believe that anyone would bad mouth Kind. He was after all the most powerful drug lord within this city, and a few surrounding, and he ruled it with an iron fist. Not to mention he was a total pimp, and took a fancy to the most beautiful of girls. While he was enchanting to the ladies, he was also not afraid to smack a girl up—or even worse, if she disobeyed him or ignored his advances. It was a brave, yet seemingly foolish thing for Dominoh to say such bad things about him, let alone to deny his invite to dinner.
“But aren’t you afraid of what he might do to you? King doesn’t like to be disrespected.”
Slamming down the rag, her face clean, Dominoh flashed a glare at the girl. “Afraid? Afraid of that big buffoon? No, I am not afraid of him! I’m not afraid of his big goons and silly little body guards. He can deal with the fact that I am not interested in him at all, and I would never want anything to do with him. And there is absolutely nothing in this world that he can do to change my mind.”
And with that Dominoh pulled her coat on, and scooped up her flowers, then boldly walked out of the club to head home for the night. Taking in a deep breath of the cool night air, Dominoh bravely headed down a nearby alley, it was the quickest way home—and probably one of the more dangerous considering where she was. The streets of this city were plagued with the scum of the earth. Every thief, pick pocket, drug addict, and generally bad person was upon those streets, prowling about for their next victim or fix. But Dominoh did not fear a single person on those streets, or so that’s what she made it seem like. She did not allow herself to show fear, knowing that it would only label her as a victim on the streets that required fearlessness to survive. She walked proudly, and with her head held high, a brave aura emanating from her body. She knew better than to show any signs of weakness while walking down those streets, and so she made sure that every fiber of her being screamed "don't ******** with me."
She clutched her flowers close to her, and she made sure that her coat was buttoned all the way. Her money was tucked away in her bra, a place no pickpocket could get to without first unbuttoning her coat--which could not be done without Dominoh noticing. With every click of her heels echoing out into the silence, she was closer to home, closer to safety. But something soon emerged into the midnight air, the sound of footsteps behind her. While aware of these footsteps, she did not allow herself to turn around, or to seem panicked at the noise. Many scumbags prowled about these alleys and it was a common occurrence for her to pass paths with one or two on her journey home. With King's heart fixed on Dominoh, most of the other scumbags knew to leave her alone or suffer King's wrath. No one touched a girl he was interested in--even if that girl wanted nothing to do with him.
That was perhaps the one and only benefit of having King so locked on her. Otherwise, he was nothing more than the countless men that visited the strip club nightly--just a piggish, filthy man who deserved nothing more than a passing glance.
The footsteps continued, and Dominoh started to feel a twinge of nervousness slither up her spine. It didn't happen very often that the people she passed or somehow crossed paths with stayed behind her for so long. Slipping one hand into her pocket, she pulled out a small little pocket mirror and a tube of lipstick. She paused, and so did the footsteps, and as she popped open the mirror, she started applying a small bit of lipstick. Moving the mirror cleverly, she got it to show her who was following her. It was hard to see in the dark alleyways, but from what she could tell it was two massive men. The light of the mirror caught something, and for a brief moment, one of the men's faces were lit up. Instantly she recognized him as one of King's men, and with a snap of her mirror Dominoh was off.
Her heels clicked loudly down the black alleyway, as she ran as fast as she could away from the two men. She could hear their footsteps following closely behind her. There was no way she was going to outrun them in these high heels. She paused for only a second to stop and tear the high heels off of her little feet. Now bare foot, she darted off much quicker than she had before--just barely being caught by the men when she had stopped. She put a good amount of distance between her in the men, when out of one side alley another man emerged right in front of her. Dominoh let out a scream of surprise, and her boquet of flowers dropped. She slid, and somehow managed to dart off to the side, just barely out of the man's grasp. Breathing rather heavily, Dominoh headed down a side alley that she was not familiar with. She knew it was not smart to head down a path she was not familiar, with, but in this instance she had no choice.
The footsteps behind her were much closer than she was comfortable with. What did they want with her now? Why couldn't they just leave her alone? She called out for help while she ran, hoping that perhaps someone---anyone would hear her. There had to be someone out there, right? Anyone who would just step in? Ahh. What was she thinking? No one out there would help her. No one in this world cared about the welfare of other's anymore--and she knew then that she was just wasting her breath calling for a hero that would not come. She continued running, darting around corners and taking as many turns as she could.
Then, she slid to a stop, and her heart dropped into her stomach.
She had hit a dead end. Her golden amber eyes fell upon a tall brick wall blocking her escape. She turned around quickly, before her eyes started to scan the small area she had trapped herself in. Quickly she hid behind some old trash cans, just as the three men stopped. They looked down the dead end way, and they headed down it. They searched quickly, stirring the trash cans as they went. Dominoh held her slender hand over her mouth, to keep herself quiet. Then, she heard footsteps moving away from the area. After a few moments of silence, she peered out. She saw nothing, and right as she was going to stand, a rough hand grabbed her from behind and slammed her hard against the nearest wall.
Dominoh let out a small squeak as she made contact with the wall. Her breath was knocked out her lungs with that impact, and for a moment she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Her amber eyes fell upon one of the men, standing in front of her, pinning her against the wall. The other two men turned the corner and started walking back down the alley towards Dominoh. She struggled, attempting to push the man off of her. Unfortunately for Dominoh, she was not stronger than the man pinning her down. He pinned her easily, and there wasn't much Dominoh could do about it. But that sure didn't stop her from trying.
"Let me go! Let me go you big buffoons! LET. ME. GO!"
She yelled at them at the very top of her lungs, her voice echoing out into the night's chilly air. She threw her fists at them, punching their chests and smacking their faces, kicking her legs violently. Angry, afraid, and too stubborn to admit defeat, Dominoh was not willing to give up. She was not going to let these men win and break her.
But unfortunately for Dominoh, with every punch she was throwing, she was becoming weaker. After dancing for so many hours, Dominoh had little energy to fight off these guys, and even less to keep struggling. With this thought stuck in her head, Dominoh felt panic rising up within her stomach. Her body began to tremble, and out of one last attempt, she screamed out for help as loudly as she could. Then, her mouth was covered by a coarse, rough hand.
