<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen)/Open</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">It didn't take long for the tables to fill with patrons, dollar bills raining from the edges of the stage, drinks pouring and the commotion growing louder. Emily enjoyed the rush and thrill she got from being placed on stage, a spotlight pointing directly onto her body, pouring luminescence over her curves and sun-kissed flesh. As the crowds started to swarm, the DJ turned up the music which had a profound beat, enough to rattle anyone's rib cage. Hearing the sounds of electronic beats and heart-stopping beat drops, Emily let the sounds engulf her, falling against the pole, winding against it until she wound up on the stage floor. With a whip of her blond locks, her sapphire gaze scanned the audience surrounding her, noticing that there was a group of five men who all had their sights set on her. <br/><br/>With a smirk, she crawled toward them, not stopping until she was resting on the very edge of the stage, kneeling, spreading her legs apart fully to reveal a glimpse up her skirt, though the fishnet stockings would somewhat conceal the real sight to behold. Her spine arched, accentuating the curvature of her breasts, as she would start to grind her body in front of the men, to the beat of the music. Two of the men appeared completely entranced by Emily's body and the slight show she was putting on, while the remaining three seemed desperate to find anything else to distract them from the obvious lure. In her professional experience she would chalk it up to one of three options; married, in a relationship, or first-timers in a place like The Forbidden Fruit. However, it mattered little to Emily in the moment, considering the two who were invested were both sitting on either side of her, leaning as close to her as they could without climbing over the stage, small wads of cash burning holes in their hands. <br/><br/>Sliding into one of the men's laps, Emily worked her hips over his crotch, facing away from him and leaning into the other man, her hands clawing along his chest and thighs, working the sex kitten routine over them both and earning dollars, which were tucked within the hem of her corset and dipped beneath the cusp of her miniskirt. The men were not shy about putting their hands on Emily, squeezing her ass and roaming along the length of her chest, but when she realized she had another audience participant, Emily ended their fun a little earlier than she normally would have. It wouldn't have been obscene here, for instance, to have a dancer offer to give sexual services to a customer, for the right price... even willing to do so in the very public eye, rather than in a VIP booth or separate room. But, recognizing Richard, Emily pulled herself from the hands of those two men, collecting her money in her hands and approaching the bar, where she leaned against the counter, beside Richard. "Fancy seeing you here," she mused, smirking at him. "So? What do you think of this place?" <br/></div>