VIP Room at The Sin Bin
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				Title: <strong>VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlcjjohnson</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 02:00:03</strong>
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				Sayid sighed slightly as he checked himself in the long mirror that backed the door to his office. <em>Appearance is everything, especially on nights such as these. After all, you own this place, you control the pussy, and as such - control every hard-on that comes through that door,</em> he reminded himself, adjusting his tie and making sure that his suit jacket sat nicely on the toned body that he had spent many an hour sculpting in the gym.<br><br>Clearing his throat, he stepped out into the Sin Bin's VIP area. Already, he could hear the DJ testing the club's quality sound system, gauging the right audio levels for his set. Sayid surveyed the floor. The poles were polished, the stage was clear. Bar staff were placing iced bottles of green and black absinthe on each of the tables that lay in front of the unending couch which snaked around the wall of the club. VIPs got Italian leather, only the best for those who were willing to pay in kind.<br>Sayid could sense that his staff were feeling his eyes on them, for they worked quickly and quietly. He smiled at the efficiency, uttering only one word for them all to hear before turning on his heel:<br><br>&nbsp;<em>"Excellent."</em><br><br>Sayid quickly moved over to a corner of the bar, upon which, a man in his late twenties was frantically crossing out figures and flicking through pieces of paper. Conor was the man who helped Sayid maximise his profit. Therefore, he was automatically Sayid's favourite employee.<br>Conor truly was a classic nerd, obsessed with his work and measuring his own success with dollar signs and multiple zeros, that being, in turn, Sayid's success. He was exactly the kind of guy that a high-end strip club like the Bin needed, and to be fair, a guy like Conor needed the Bin. It was no secret that being the boss' favourite had it's benefits. Sayid loved to keep his employees happy, after all. <br><br><em>"Right my friend," he started, with the slightest hint of an Arabian dialect, "If you have those figures ready, lets go tell the girls what's what as regards their finances for this evening."</em><br><br>Sayid didn't even wait for a response, but instantly began walking back down the corridor past his office, towards the special dressing room that was utilised only on occasions such as this, and only for Sayid's best dancers, the missing pieces of the puzzle. <br>Sayid contemplated the clientel he was expecting for the evening as he walked. Various invitations had been sent to important, wealthy people, and several had sent their hefty cover charges in advance. They were to be mostly local businessman, some of whose businesses were less reputable than others, and curiously, at the owner's own deliberate purpose - members of local law enforcement were also to be present. Sayid was a complete cynic when it came to understanding human behaviour. When it came to cops, he knew that a free ride was enough to keep them quiet and to let his operations slip under the radar, and of course, that what exactly what he was going to provide.<br><br>He didn't need to turn around, for he knew that Conor had followed, despite the fact that he couldn't hear his footsteps behind him over the music. Any man would have followed with the promise of gaining entrance into the VIP Dressing Room of a strip club.<br>Sayid nodded to Vinny, the bouncer guarding the door and took a deep breath, composing himself by attaining a state of mind that made him somewhat impervious to arousal. He laughed to himself as he recited one of his many mottos in his head, <em>Good owner = No boner</em>. There would be time to play later.<br><br><em>"Lets get down to business then,"</em> he said to his associate behind him as he pushed open the door, uttering an obligatory <em>"Knock knock"</em> as the two entered the dressing room without obstruction . . .<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 02:54:22</strong>
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				It was Gabrielle Yule first night in the club as a dancer.<br>She was nervous as hell, who could ever think she was planning to do such thing.<br>Her mother will cry blood tears if she find out. <br>She didn’t care.<br>Gabrielle had it with the way they wanted to control her life.<br>But tonight she will show them, she took charge of her own life<br>It was the night Juicy was born.<br><br>A sudden knock on the door almost made her jump.<br>For god sake girl why your so nervouse, get over yourself can you.<br>Opening the door, she came face to face with Sayid. She still couldn’t get over how handsome he was.<br>The way he looked at her the first time she came for audition, made her feel naked with clothes on.<br><br>And now, standing in front of him in a white lace embroidered corset with a matching garter and lace g-string .<br>Her body flushed red immediately. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it will jump out of her chest.<br><br>She was so deep in thought; she didn’t even realize she was staring at him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 03:52:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lacy was the type of girl who loved spontaneity. Surprises in her life were usually pleasant ones. Nothing too traumatic. Lacy and her friends were the spunky anti-sorority chicks on campus that fit in neither the feminist or superficial categories. Just the random traveling party girls. They'd make friends with complete strangers, and the next year go traveling to stay at said stranger's house. She danced on tables in the karaoke room. A speaker at clubs. Booty contests at nightclubs. The person being described sounded utterly spontaneous and confident right? Which was the reason Lacy was coming down hard on herself. Her nerves were on edge, and although she wasn't, Lacy felt like she was sweating bullets right now. As she sat in the dressing room full of half naked girls she didn't know, she felt unsettled. Questioning whether or not to bail while she could. <br><br>She played with the lapel of her silk robe. Wishing they'd turn the stinking air conditioning down. Just long enough to discern if she was having cold feet, or if it <em>was</em> the a.c. making her have the jitters. On top of everything, she was semi pissed. The girl that recruited her into the Sin Bin promised Lacy that she'd be working along with her that night. But she was no where to be found. Lacy checked her phone constantly. Only her friend's voice mail came on. "I thought you said you'd be sitting in the chair next to me, doing your makeup when I got here. What the fuck Cindy? Where <em>are</em> you!?" She spoke into the receiver, cupping her hand over her mouth, so no one could read her lips. "Call me back bitch." While she delivered the first part of her message with a sound of panic in her voice, the last part was for shits and giggles. <br><br>When she hung up, an abrupt knock at the door made Lacy back up into her vanity. The makeup and hair products toppling over from the impact. A sudden wave of nausea hit her as the door opened. Not because the men standing outside made her ill. She didn't know them well enough to read yet. Despite that, she was dreading the close interaction with so many strange men without her friends to be her 'wing men.' These were no mere college boys she was set to entertain. Whose idea of a good time was a titty flash and a make out session. These were business men, elitists of the tri-state area. Who Lacy assumed were all sleazy, married womanizers. She didn't have to sleep with any of them did she? As the thought crossed her mind, the girl bit down on her index finger. Maybe the waiting was what bothered her. Once she was out on stage, she would feel better, she hoped. </span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 05:31:42</strong>
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				Conor followed Sayid in with his nose still in his projections.&nbsp; He walked right into Gabrielle, his hand at exactly the right height to press into her breasts.&nbsp; He jumped aside, stepping on and crushing some lip gloss that Lacy had spilled on the floor.<br><br>“Ohh&nbsp; SHIT!&nbsp; Ladies I am so sorry.&nbsp; That was so retarded” He mumbled.&nbsp; The last word, retarded, came out with his Boston accent, sounding like “retahdid.”&nbsp; He had long struggled to get the South Boston out of his speech but it came out in times of stress.<br><br>Conor fumbled with his papers and laptop, then placed them down by a whiteboard in the corner of the room.&nbsp; He used the white board to explain what the ladies should expect on a given night, and the tips they should ask for based on the expected volume.&nbsp; <br><br>“Ahem.” He cleared his throat and waited for the ladies to quiet down.&nbsp; <br><br>“Ladies, this is what we are expecting tonight.&nbsp; In addition to the normal crowd, which should be about 75 men in the club at any one time, there will be many special clients here by special invitation.&nbsp; They either have paid or will pay the VIP entrance fee and come strait into the VIP room.&nbsp; That is, except for some high ranking members of the police department.&nbsp; The usual arrangements apply to them.”&nbsp; He meant by that, the high ranking cops got blow jobs or laid for free and Sayid took care of the girl’s tip.&nbsp; It was good for business.<br><br>“Anyway, the fees for the VIP room have increased, but we fully expect you will see a 500% ROI.&nbsp; That means that you should walk out tonight with $1200 or more net.”<br><br>“To help you make this, we will switch the usual bottle of wine that comes with a VIP fee with a bottle of tequila or absinthe.&nbsp; As you know, the more they drink, the more they pay you.&nbsp; For credit card security we want the usual, driver’s license, a thumb print and the credit card”<br><br>“Also, I have done some research on the ummm foibles of some of the guest that have said they are coming tonight.&nbsp; You can see me about special treatment or who can be expected to tip big, ok?”<br><br>“Gabrielle, Charlie Johnson, the guy who owns the Lexus and Jaguar dealers will be here.&nbsp; He likes your sort of look, you know that preppy and innocent on the outside.”&nbsp; Conor was mumbling, his shyness was coming through.&nbsp; “You should know he expects to get a least a hummer from a girl, but he pays very well for it.”<br><br>“And Lacey, umm sorry about your makeup.&nbsp; Listen, the CFO of AIG is in town tonight and will be here.&nbsp; He likes your type and he has just gotten a big bonus, so he’ll have some money.”&nbsp; He glanced at her.&nbsp; “If you are cold have a shot of absinthe.&nbsp; It’ll warm ya.”<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 05:47:15</strong>
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				Smiling sweetly at Conner. <br>His shyness was so funny.<br>Conner, don’t call me by my name. Please.<br>Besides I’m new at this, what you mean with a hummer from a girl?<br>Good god, I need to drink something. <br>My nerves getting to me.<br>Sitting behind her mirror. <br>Her make up and hairstyle was still perfect.<br>Her wavy curls falls neatly on her back.<br>My first client. she had butterflies in her stomach.<br>Tell me more about this co guy, conner. <br>Watching him patiently with a comforting smile.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 06:13:20</strong>
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				ok but I never keep your dancing names strait because I do your payroll. Anyway, you see that guy over there who just walked in.&nbsp; The one with all the good suit and the pinky ring?&nbsp; He is Johnson.&nbsp; He likes to sit back and watch the dancers, then pick one.&nbsp; He always goes for your type."<br><br>And a hummer is a blow job.&nbsp; Or is that a Boston way of saying it?<br><br>Good luck.<br><br><br>Any other ladies have questions?
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				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 15:15:17</strong>
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				Malika walked into the bar, her bag thrown over her shoulder. She was working the later shows tonight but she'd thought to get there early, to check out how things were going, how the crowd was going to be.<br><br>She winked at Vinny as she made her way in, smiling when he gave her a nod of his head and hint of a smile right back. Vinny was a good guy but all business at the door.<br><br>Her brown hair was left loose and dark glasses sat on her face. She wore a large gray sweatshirt and old baggy jeans that effectively hid the body that was in those clothes. No sense giving the customers a peek for what they would pay for later.<br><br>She slid the glasses up over her head, walking down the hall to the dancers rooms.<br><br>She walked in to see Connor there, discussing..... blow jobs?<br><br>"Or you could just say sucking his cock" Malika said with a grin as she looked at Connor.<br><br>"Hi, thought I'd make it in early to see what the crowd was looking like." she said to him as she brushed past him.
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				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:34:17</strong>
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				Robert stepped out of his patrol car, leaving his partner slightly disappointed. It was still fairly early, and not really a big deal. The club wasn't even open yet, or at least hadn't been open for the night very long. He would be surprised to see any customers come in, this was more of a friendly introduction. He walked up to front entrance adjusting his badge with one hand and making eye contact with the bouncer.<br><br>It was a bit odd to him that a place like this would invite a continued police presence. In his previous experience he was treated politely, given veiled bribes and promptly escorted out of the building assured that nothing was out of the ordinary. Even if he was called back shortly there after to escort some rowdy drunks or handsy punks to spend an evening in a cell. <br><br>"Evening Sir. Can you direct me to Mr. Sayid?"
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:18:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Conner's bungling entrance distracted Lacy's nerves a little. She even managed a slight smile as she watched him break make up that belonged to her friend. “And Lacey, umm sorry about your makeup." "It's fine." She swated the air lightly in gesture to her remark. Then once again wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Listen, the CFO of AIG is in town tonight and will be here. He likes your type and he has just gotten a big bonus, so he’ll have some money.” Lacy's brows furrowed at the thought. <em>'AIG? This guy's gonna be old.'</em> Lacy thought to herself. It sent a twitch through her body that Connor read as a shiver from the cold. “If you are cold have a shot of absinthe.&nbsp; It’ll warm ya.” "You <em>do</em> realize that I'm nineteen. Won't you guys have the liquor commission up your ass if I get hammered?" There were many more questions the girl had. But absinthe was the first that came to mind. The least embarrassing.<br><br>As Conner kept talking, Lacy craned her neck to peek outside. The man he was motioning their attention to <em>did</em> have a gaudy pinky ring on. Like he was some sort of 'Don'. It made Lacy's anxiety skyrocket. "Forget what I said earlier...about my age." She walked to the small liquor cart in their dressing room and took a giant gulp of absinthe, straight from the bottle. "So...the guy I'm... She wasn't sure what words to use, 'hosting', 'entertaining', 'escorting.' Sh she just skipped it all together. "He's not a sex fiend or anything like that is he? Cause-well...this is my first night and I just... Her shoulders shrugged, hoping Connor would get the hint.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 00:28:44</strong>
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				Charlie Johnson she whispered smiled at his comment about Boston saying.<br>Walks slowly behind lacy. Looking at the man with the pinky ring Connor was talking about. <br>Man, she wined that is the Charlie I have to entertain.<br>Good god, pass me that bottle. <br>Don’t get to drunk before the night sweetie.<br>Taking the bottle from lacy hand, pouring some in a cup. <br>Sipping little by little.<br><br>Looking at lacy with scared eyes as she asked if the man was a sex fiend or something.<br>Of course he must be why he like her type of girls,Innocent looking.<br>Taking a deep breath.<br><br>Hey Malika is your name right. Sayid said something about girls that worked here already.<br>I’m juicy. Nice meeting you.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 01:12:42</strong>
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				"Damn Lacey, you look nervous.&nbsp; He isn't a geezer or anything.&nbsp; Just a middle age guy who is bored with his wife and thinks he is still 25.&nbsp; He is very generous.&nbsp; Easy on the booze, by the way.&nbsp; You need to dance in hi heels and still be standing at the end of the night."<br><br>"Ok, schedule!" He yelled.&nbsp; "Malika you are the most experience dancer here.&nbsp; Can you get changed fast and show the noobs how this is done please?&nbsp; I would appreciate it and I will send some big spenders your way."&nbsp; He smiled at her.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 03:37:23</strong>
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				She winked at Connor... "Sure thing.. send the big boys my way so I can show them a good time" she laughed, as she stripped her sweatshirt off, her sun glasses already in her own little area. She wore a simple cotton bra and jeans now.<br><br>"I wasn't scheduled til later tonight Con.. I expect something for this" she teased him. He should know that she was just pulling his leg, she didn't mind starting early, she liked to dance and like he said the big spenders were out there.<br><br>She looked at Juicy and smiled.<br><br>"I'm Malika... or Ali when I'm out there, nice to meet ya sweetie" She said, pulling out a men's black blazer and a g-string and bikini top that matched. A hat and tie lay there with them.. "OK.. business man... or sweet innocent little girl?" she asked as she pulled out a teddy bear, pink sheer robe and pink baby-doll negligee. "What do you girls think?" asking the other girls who were there ... their opinions as well.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:11:33</strong>
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				Fransisco drove his Rs8 Prototype (http://image.motortrend.com/f/9503966/112_0806_01z+audi_r8_V-12_TDI_LeMans_concept+front_view.jpg) down the street and turned into the parking lot of the Sin Bin with streak of burning rubber and white smoke. The car seemed to roar a few last moments as the engine was cut and the modified suicide doors opened up. Stepping out of the car he activated the security system and stepped towards the club. <br><br>Stepping in front of the bouncer he fixed his outfit for the evening (http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6434/rlsuitvz8.png) and made sure he looked presentable before pulling out the selective invitation and a crisp hundred dollar bill for the bouncer. <br>"Dis...is for yu mi frien..."<br>His accent was thick and deeply Spanish, English was a second language to him, but he could care less if people understood him when he had enough cash flowing in to make a rich man's mouth water. He loved America and how easy it was to exploit the people and their vices for the native plant of his mother's homeland. Curling his lips into a smile as he nodded his head, when he moved down to see the bill he let himself into the club. <br><br>Scanning the lower are of the club, he shook his head and made his way up towards the VIP room, every club had them. He made his way to the bar and leaned over. <br>"tres patrons y una...umm how you say...Rum n cope" <br>He took a seat on one of the stools and swung his body around so he could take a look at the stage. Not much was going on right now, so he had time for a few drinks to get him loosened up. While the bartender made his drinks he turned his head back and asked,<br>"Deese..gurls...they the bes dis town have?" <br>A mischievous grin crossed his face, as the entire scene of the club was absorbed by his scanning vision, nodding in approval he liked what he saw so far. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Carlcjjohnson</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:34:32</strong>
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				<em>"Definitely sweet and innocent"</em> said Sayid suddenly, who had remained remarkably silent throughout. <em>"There's enough business going on in this place without you girls adding to the mix."</em> He had let the banter between Conor and the dancers roll on, it was good for both parties after all, but enough was enough. He smiled at Malika and openly stared at her cleavage. He know it quite well after all, having allowed himself as the owner of the club the occasional sample of what his creation had to offer. Naturally, Malika was no exception to that rule. Far from it, in fact.<br><br><em>"Don't worry about tips, just worry about putting on a good show"</em> he said to the girls sternly. <em>"Money's gonna come from somewhere, don't worry. $1200 isn't a guarantee, but it's a pretty good estimate of what's to come tonight"</em> he added. He paused for a second, knowing full well that although he <em>never</em> paid for the attention of his girls - he was a damn good tipper. His dancers knew this especially.<br><br><em>"If we could focus on finances for just one moment more, please,"</em> he said, his mind collected, ignoring the tingle he spontaneously felt in his pants as he stood there. <em>"Whatever you earn on the floor, that's yours. But I strongly advise that you put it away in your lockers in here as often as you can. There's no sense in running around with green-lined underwear all night, especially when Vinny and the boys are going to chop half of whatever you come out of the booths with right out of your garters."</em> He let that final fact linger in the air, for he knew it would be the one that the girl's would detest hearing the most. No matter where the money came from, if it was on their person on leaving a booth with a customer, half went to the house.<br><br><em>"As for private entertainment in the booths . . . "</em> he trailed off, realising that he was on yet another sensitive subject. <em>"You're all dancers, so dance. However, I will say that if you wish to perform certain acts so as to earn a little extra tonight, you have my personal assurance that it will go unoticed. Create your own rates individually as you wish, but I'd strongly advise using the $80 private nude dance price tag as a benchmark for everything else,"</em> he said. Sayid looked at each one in turn as he spoke, letting his words hit home, making sure that they understood the nature of tonight's business operation.<br><br><em>"Stay topless on the floor, and topless ONLY. We're relaxing the rules about touching in public so long as you permit the customer to do so, but we want to keep things above the belt."</em> He saw Conor nod beside him.<br><br><em>"Malika . . . Ali honey, you're on first. Show them what it's all about."</em> he smiled at her, his eyes drifting to her chest-level once again. <em>"Girls, sort out your own roster. I want 3-song sets and I don't want the stage empty for the next hour starting now, after which I hope that you should all be otherwise engaged. Dance, suck, blow, hell go and sell pictures of their dicks to the papers, I don't care. I don't wanna know, I just want to see the results stuffed into your panties,"</em> he said, his own crudity coming out in him.<br><br><em>"I have customers to greet,"</em> he said to all of them, Conor in particular. <em>"And by the way, cops tip what they like, there's no pressure there. You'll be reimbursed for your troubles later, all of you."</em> And with that, he walked out. As he did so, the bouncer from the back door, Dax, informed him of a policeman who'd been asking for him . . .<br><br><br><br><em>"Sayid Hilton. A pleasure,"</em> he said, ushering the cop into the club. Sayid wasted no time in exchanging pleasantries, finding him a seat next to the stage, in ordering him a drink and assuring him of the pleasurable evening he was about to have.<br><br><em>"Please be so kind as to drink to your heart's content from the bottle of the Czech Republic's finest and enjoy the impending show, Mr. Buchanen,"</em> he said, doing everything that he could with words to make him feel as comfortable as possible.<br><br><em>"It's on the house. Everything."</em> He said finally . . .<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:50:53</strong>
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				Smiling at Ali, who seems very confident and sure of what she was doing.<br>The business suit I shot. I’m sure those guys would love having business with you.<br>Laughing and looked around. It was still early and she wanted to see Ali perform. God, that sayid is a serious one, to serious for her taste. And very direct.<br><em>Top less</em> She never walked around people topless.<br>Thank god she had brought pasties in shape of silver hearts.<br>Slowly slide off her bra turning her back towards every one and add the pasties.<br>It was now or never, she better get accustom from now.<br><br>Slip quietly out the room, exploring the club.<br>To get accustom to the place. Taking the entire exit door and hiding places available.<br>You never know, in case something bad would happen,Let’s hope not.<br>There were some people already in the club.<br>Sighed, she wasn’t sure, about dancing in front of all of them. <br>It was creeping her out.<br>The place was co cold, her hope the pasties stay on.<br>She seriously needed something to calm her down and walk straight to the bartender<br><em>I need something strong, don’t care what it is.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 05:02:17</strong>
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				Fransisco's father had a saying <em>"Never ask for the devil or he will appear in front of you"</em> here it was coming true before his very eyes. He was curious who this near nude women was, asking for a drink from the bartender. He pushed over a shot of his Patron (Tequila) and ordered a second round as he killed the second shit without a grimace, not that it was needed, the liquid fire went down smooth. <br>"Wat iz yur name chula?" <br>His face was looking on over the stage, as his body carelessly slumped back with his elbows on the bar watching the crowd then twisted his head back to give her a glance. Starting at her legs he worked his way up slowly, enjoying the view. <br><br>(Chula is Spanish for cutey/beauty) 
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				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 05:17:34</strong>
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				<br>Surprised by his accent. Which sounded a little funny?<br>she turned to look&nbsp; at the stranger next to her, her body flushed red.<br>She had to admit. His whole look made her curious about who he was.<br><br>Chula? Where had she heard that before?<br>She was staring at him form under her eyelashes, trying to hide how nervous she was feeling. <br>Now that drink would had come handy.<br>Good, lord he was staring at her openly and not even hiding what would be going through his mind. <br>taking in all her curves.she was feeling exposed.<br>Just in time the bartender handed her&nbsp; a shotglass.<br>Calm down juicy, drink something and act cool.<br><br>Quickly lower her eyes as they made eye contact.<br>Taking a deep breath and smiled, looking back at him.<br>Hope Spanish classes she took in school would help her.<br><em>I’m Juicy, Papi. Y usted.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 05:42:28</strong>
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				Seeing her cheeks go red made his smile grow more wicked, her body was nearly shivering from stage fright. Drinking another shot down, the alcohol coursed through his body and began to dull his senses a bit. <br>"Juicy...me gusta...yu almos have my name...mos of las chulas call me...Aiiiii Papiiiii Chulo..." <br>He shifted his body over and faced her completely a cocky grin on his face, not sure if she would pick up his hints, looking her over from head to toe this time.<br>"Are yu a waitress or a danser?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 06:11:20</strong>
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				Giggles, awkwardly at his comment.<br><em>Papi chulo?</em> Laughing and feeling more relax after her shot.<br>It was now or never she thought; remember it was her choice to do this.<br>So stop being a coward and go for it.<br>She slowly turn to face him, giving him a complete view of her body especially her naked breast.<br>The other dude could go to hell. She really didn’t feel like entertaining the older man anymore. <br>At least this one in front of her was handsome. <br><br>In catlike motion she slowly sways towards him, holding the sides of the chair he was sitting on. <br>Sensually lean in towards his ear and whispered.<br><em>I’m anything you want me to be, papi chulo.</em><br>Move away, leaving the scent of her perfume hanging in the air.<br>Waiting for his reaction, with a confident smile on he face<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 06:34:12</strong>
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				"Mebe...we can go elsewere...this seat iz nat good for a private danse...Chula..."<br>His eyebrow raised as he made his suggestion taking a drink from his rum and coke, watching her try to work him over but noticed her eyes darted to look at a older man in the club. He looked over and shook his head with a smile, a hand coming up to gently stroke her chin. <br>"I don think yu can handle me...I hope yur hips are sturdi...I lik women who can shake der ass"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 08:05:17</strong>
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				While he was talking, Malika had worked herself into the pink nightie and the robe. She quickly pulled her hair up in pig tails and grabbed the stuffed bear that sat in front of her mirror. On her feet went hot pink stilettos. She looked over at her boss, doing a quick turn for him.<br><br>"This innocent enough for you?" she asked, knowing that the look might be innocent but she was far from it.<br><br>She'd worked in a strip club before but nothing as nice as this, it was one of the reasons that Sayid had been able to convince her to come work for him, leaving her old boss behind. This club was high class, the big time players were here and this was the place to be. She was tired of the Jimmy-Joe-Bobs who barely had a twenty to their name asking her for freebies or wanting to grope her for a buck.<br><br>Screw that. She was worth way more, and here she'd get it.<br><br>She and Sayid had an understanding, she knew how serious he was about business and knew she was serious about making money. It wasn't a bad combination.<br><br>She licked her lips, adding some gloss and a touch of pink before she looked over at the DJ who motioned to her that he was ready.<br><br>"Alright girls... once my song is done, I expect the next one of you ready right after me, we'll rotate for the hour... should give us each 3 songs" she said before moving for the stage.<br><br>As the song started, she walked out, sucking her thumb, grinning as she did. The music started then, a hard rock song that had the guys cheering as she began to shake her ass, her body moving to the music like she was born to do this.<br>Her head rocked as did her hips, her hands moving over her body, the bear dropped to the floor as she used the pole as if it were an extension of her.<br><br>She was into what she was doing then, and nothing else mattered but moving, dancing and the money that was going in her gstring.<br><br><br>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfFbXWN0X9Q (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfFbXWN0X9Q)<br>((The song Malika is dancing to))
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 10:30:51</strong>
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				Buchanan made a mental note of the different patrons. He seemed to be getting here just in time, watching as one of the girls started to strike up a conversation and turning his head to the stage as the music began. He tilted his head from one side to the other in an effort to stretch and compose himself. His attention returning now to the owner.<br><br>"Everything is on the house you say? You wouldn't be trying to buy me now, would you Sayid?" He says it with a half smile, of course he would never admit to something like that. He gives a wave of dismissal toward the bar. "No drink, I'm on duty. I suppose I can enjoy the view, but just make sure your men are aware I'll be making rounds at some point. Make sure you're keeping things legit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 14:46:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">When Malika walked in Lacy's drool needed to be wiped from the corner of her mouth. The woman was so confident with her body that it was emulating so much hotness. Gabrielle was blessed as well. The girl acted like she had done this a million times. Yet it was her first night too. Lacy almost looked to the heavens and asked the lord, <em>'What the fuck?'</em>. But calling on god in a place like this was literal blasphemy. Plus her mother would probably detect it and have a stroke. Damn holy roller. <br><br>Lacy had nothing to be shy about either. Her body was proportioned, and very tight. Her breasts were a perky, young 34 C. A tiny 24 inch waist curved into 34 inch hips. Her butt was like a Brazilian supermodels. She ran a lot. Tonight she wore a black tank and matching underwear with printed cherries on them. Her stockings were secured with garters. Her make up was 30's Hollywood starlet like, as was her hair do. She almost looked like a Shirley Temple look alike. Down to the dimples. And as she listened to Sayid lay the club's ground rules, she found that being naked was the least of her worries. <br><br>"Whatever you earn on the floor, that's yours. But I strongly advise that you put it away in your lockers in here as often as you can. There's no sense in running around with green-lined underwear all night, especially when Vinny and the boys are going to chop half of whatever you come out of the booths with right out of your garters." <br><br>"I can run a marathon in heals." Lacy said quietly to Conner. It was true. The girl was in heals, playing "Princess" since she was three. It wasn't a problem. And as the absinthe began saturating her innards, the girl was feeling more inhibited. Enough to live with herself the next day, because she most likely wouldn't remember this the next day. Of course, she would have to consume a shit load of liquor before that happened. Her tolerance was unusually high for her body frame. She <em>was</em> part German...quarter Irish. So tonight, it seemed that sobriety was a curse rather than a blessing.<br><br>After one long, hard blink, Lacy dropped her robe. While in passing, she addressed her bosses.&nbsp; "Don't freak out on me. But I'm leaving this on." Pointing to her covered chest. The cherry tank's fabric shimmered in the club's light. "<em>This</em>...is all part of the tease." She gave them a sarcastic thumbs up. About to leave, she had another thought to shoot at them. "I decided on <em>Cherry</em>...I think it sounds better than <em>Fresh Meat</em>." She perused out on to the floor. Her body lilting to the music. Finding the booth belonging to the AIG guy. There were already so many people in the club. It was hard not to get distracted, or intimidated.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:11:43</strong>
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				Jim was at his office when he received his VIP invitation, he hadn't thought much about it when he filled out the membership papers the night when he first went into The Sin Bin. He had given them his office address for obviously reasons, his wife finding out being the biggest, and the thought of never hearing the end of it from his temporary live in mother in law made him cringe. <br><br>He enjoyed that first night very much, the women were beautiful, and the atmosphere of the upscale club seemed welcoming and relaxed, it was such a contrast from the seedy dimly lit strip clubs he remembered he and his friends frequented in lawschool. He spent a couple thousand that first night, enjoying a little bit of a cash bonus one of the firms more wealthy clients had slipped him for saving him millions on a divorce. <br><br>Jim left work that evening with a smile on his face, His VIP invitation in hand as he drove his car quickly to the club. He greeted the doorman, showing him the invitation and was escorted to the VIP room, a smile painted on his lips as he was lead to an empty table "Thank you" he said to the doorman. &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:24:58</strong>
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				Malika grinned, enjoying herself on the stage. She was still thinking about the look that Lacy had given her when she walked in.<br>Lacy was a hot little number, so were most of her co -workers but she had a thing for brunettes.<br><br>Trying to get her mind back on focus; She slid down to the stage floor, pulling her feet up, a playfull yet sexy gesture before she rose to hands and knees, crawling toward the men at the end of the stage. The nighty had come off and left her in just the pink thong and heels. She slid her hands down over her body, back up over her breasts, pinching the nipples, letting her head fall back as if it was the most erotic thing she could have done. It did feel good, but she was working now. Fun came later.<br><br>Bills were held and waved in her direction and she turned. She rocked her hips, shaking her ass in their direction as bills were tucked here and there. She grinned as one young businessman shoved a $100 in her thong, before yelling. "I want you all to myself tonight" <br><br>She batted eyes at him and turned, moving around the stage, taking money from those she could.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 16:45:22</strong>
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				"Thank God for suit jackets" Conor thought, blessing the fact that they hid the huge hard on he had gotten watching the 3 bueaties strut from the room.&nbsp; Fantasies of a menege a trois with Malika and Lacy were spinning in his head.<br><br>He noticed Jim had arrived.&nbsp; Conor had a great memory for faces and what they spent.&nbsp; He got Malika's attention and gestured to Jim.<br><br>"Your payback" he mouthed to her, and moved back to his office to watch the action on video.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 20:12:48</strong>
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				Smiling at him seductively. <br><em>Of course I can handle you papi,I aim to please.</em><br>This was getting like a challenge to her.she wanted to see if she could get him to pay for her.<br>To go private. She hoped he would.<br>That would be her perfect break in as...<br>Paused , just thinking about it. <br>The word for what she was doing didn’t sound pretty.<br>But that was what she was and she will accept it.<br>If only her father could see her now.<br><em>I hope you will allow me to take you private after my show. <br>And you can tell me if you liked it personally.</em><br>Slink in between his open legs, slightly sitting on his lap.<br>Grinding her hips slowly.<br>Concentrating on the huge bulge she was feeling between her legs. <br>She leans on his chest, turning her head to face him.<br>Softly and sensually kissed his cheek before standing up to walk away<br>look back to see his reaction before she disappeared behind the dressing room door.<br>She needed to get dress before her performance.<br>Ali was amazing on the stage.<br>She just hoped she could be just as good as her<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 21:46:46</strong>
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				He sipped at drink, finally letting the buzz take over him. She was froward a bit to forward but she was like many other dancers, a blood hound for the good ol American dollar. A smile crossed his face as he straightened a wrinkle in his pants her grinding had left behind. He would see how committed she was to the private booth once she realized that bulge in his pants was his father's greatest gift to him. Confidence was one of his greatest traits, and he had a whole heaping amount of it down his pants. <br><br>Finishing his shots, he got up from the bar and found a seat among the back rows, signaling for a waitress to keep bringing him drinks and any thing he could munch on to keep himself in check. <br>"I luv Amarika..."<br>He whispered to himself as he lounged forward and enjoyed the show. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 23:20:53</strong>
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				Juicy was blushing from head to toe. It was amazing how the control felt.<br>She was sure he wanted her. And in a way she wanted him to be her first client. <br>Not that old sleazy ball.<br>She will deal with that type after. <br>The alcohol was making her feel hot and it was turning her on. <br>His lap was comfy and almost made her purr.<br><br>But maybe she got to open. and couldn't contain how she was feeling around him.<br>no more drinks or tonight, only water.<br>She needed to stay focuses and don’t make a fool of herself on the stage<br>Peeking at her made costume she bought the day before. juicy had five costumes and several lingerie .<br>one never could have too many. To wear in these cases. <br>Slipping he hair in a ponytail.<br>And slide her apron like black with white ruffles dress on. The dress was backless. Showing her black tong. <br>sitting in front of the mirror, applying cherry red lipstick and a little blush.<br><br>Putting on the clothes wasn’t a problem. <br>How to take them of on the stage was what was making her nervouse, and yet still it exited her.<br>Only the though of those man groping at her, wasn’t really the part she wanted to experience.<br>Staring at her image in the mirror she still felt his body heat covering her skin.<br>He didn’t even tell me his name, but I will get it before the night finish. Or ells my name isn’t juicy.<br>Juicy was her alter ego, confident and sexy. a total contradiction to Gabrielle ,sweet and innocent. <br><br>leaving the dressing room ,trembling a little. <br>she stood backstage waiting or Ali to finish.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 23:30:03</strong>
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				Malika ended the song on her knees, her back arched, in an almost bridge to the screams, hollers and whistles of the men who'd been watching.<br><br>She stood, gathering money even as she walked to the back by men who were holding it out, offering her a good time, more money for some alone time later too.<br><br>She caught Connor's words and her brows arched as she looked toward the businessman. Well well ... it looked like the fun times were starting.<br><br>She moved backstage, behind the curtain and grinnned as she began grabbing money from the thong, <br><br>"The boys are really handing it out tonight ladies.. " She said, knowing she had a great beginning to the night already. She grabbed a robe and slipped it on, just letting it hang open as she began to place the money in a small wallet that went in her own personal lockbox.<br><br>She looked over at Lacy, grinning. "So whatcha plannin on wearing out there tonight sweetie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 01:47:13</strong>
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				Jim sat there sipping the vodka tonic the waitres had brought for him, he couldn't believe how much better the VIP room was from the rest of the bar, the normal area was full of beautiful women, but the VIP room even managed to top that. He smiled at everyone he saw, noting that the crowd even seemed more upscale, business suits and tuxedos rather than jeans and tennis shoes. <br><br>He got up and tipped a couple times, getting closer to the stage for a better look at the girls, he also saw several lawyers, and high profile policemen, as well as some more well known figures from the darker side of town. He felt a little honered actually, to be included in such an odd group. All gathered to have a good time and enjoy the pleasures that women can give. <br><br>He saw a woman on stage finishing her set, she was introduced by the DJ as Ali and she truly made his head spin. He watched as she left the stage, summoning a waitress to take a drink to her in the dressing room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 01:50:34</strong>
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				Conor sat behind his desk and pointed one of the security cameras at the booth where the AIG guy sat.&nbsp; He was nervous about Lacey.&nbsp; He had not realized she would be so tense about starting.<br><br>Most of the girls juice themselves up a bit before they come in, he thought.&nbsp; A bit of coke or weed can go a long way in this business.&nbsp; Ahh well, she'll learn or get out after tonight.&nbsp; I hope she learns.&nbsp; She is really cute.<br><br>He checked out Jim, a local high flying lawyer, then the AIG guy, wishing he could be a bug on the wall when they talked about work to the dancers.&nbsp; These guys would run their mouths about their clients and deals, revealing all sorts of information that would move the stock market.&nbsp; Information he could trade on.<br><br>A bug on the wall...<br><br>The security system had a listening device!&nbsp; JACKPOT!<br><br>I will like this job he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 02:03:47</strong>
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				Malika made her way out to the room, now wearing a pair of tight boy cut panties and nothing else but stiletto heels. Her brown hair wasn't in pig tails but now left loose to flow around her shoulders.<br><br>She made a direct line for Jim, smiling at him as she offered him a beer she'd grabbed from the bar.<br><br>"On me" she said holding it out for him, grabbing a chair to bring it around and sit next to him.<br><br>"I'm Ali" she said, holding out her hand to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 02:10:27</strong>
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				Jim smiled and took the beer from her before shaking her hand, "Hello, I'm Jim" he said. "I couldn't help but notice you one stage" he said with a smile, "your breathtaking". Sipping the last of the vodka from his class and setting the empty glass toward the other end of the table.<br><br>He let his eyes drift from hers momentarily to survey her body "Very breathtaking" he said again with a larger smile than before. "so how are you tonight?" he asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 03:00:21</strong>
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				Watching Ali pass near her towards the dressing room.<br>Ok, Gabrielle lets do this. It will soon be over.<br>She could feel her blood rushing though her veins.<br>Walking slowly on the stage swaying he hips side to side. <br>The lights on her were showing every detail on her body. <br>And her maid costume wasn’t hiding much neither.<br>she was feeling the music a very slow beat.<br>Making her feel sexy and confident.<br><br>Juicy was ready to make e her entry.<br>Moving her hips to the music in a soft circular kind of motion. Taking her time.<br>Her eyes were searching for him, but she couldn’t see him. <br>She wanted to dance as if they were alone in private and she was dancing only or him.<br>but juicy couldnt ind her foreign stranger.<br><br>Choosing a man each time and seductively making eye contact for a while. <br>Making them feel special, like they were the one she wanted.<br>but she knew better.thinking ,fools.<br>smiling sweetly at each one.<br><br>Gracefully walks towards the pole, standing with her right side facing the pole. <br>Reaching high and grasp the pole. <br>smoothly building momentum to complete the move by walking quickly and gracefully in a clockwise direction around the pole..., one arm floating on the outer side as she makes the turn. <br>Her time watching stripper’s videos will sure do their work now. <br>Coming around to her original position and without losing momentum, wrap her right leg around the pole.<br>grasping the pole with the back of her knee. <br>Making a 1/2 turn and then, in one smooth motion.<br>grasp the pole with her left hand at about chest level and lift her left foot straight out in front of her, like an ice skater. <br><br>Only God knew how glad she was her mother made her take ballet classes.<br>Completing the first turn. She tuck her left leg back even with he right so that both legs are bent at the knees and tucked under her body. <br>Spinning her body around the pole in the ice skater pole dance move. She slowly allows her body to slide down the pole until your knees come gently to the ground. <br>Slowly rising back to her feet, her hands above her head, pulling the elastic out o her hair setting it free.<br>Leaving it fall across her face.<br>the guys went crazy in the place and money was filling up the stage.<br><br>begging her to come by them for the money.<br>slipping her hand behind her back ,she sip down her dress.<br>leaving it all at her 6 inch&nbsp; &nbsp;heels.<br>exposing her perky 36c breast.sliding down the pole swaying her hips.<br>she lean forward, crawling towards the stage edge to accept her tips.<br><br>biting her lips when the groping started,which she smoothly brush of with a smile.<br>picking up all her cash and quickly leave the stage to the dressing room<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 03:43:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lacy stopped at the bar before greeting her guest. Since her boss expected the employees to bank tonight, the girl thought '<em>Why not get this fucker ripped out of his mind.'</em> Plotting that all that liquor would leave her client so relaxed, that by the end of thier session, she'd have to do practically nothing to get all of his cash. "I need a bottle of Everclear and an unopened bottle of Courvoisier." The bartender grinned. Setting the Everclear in front of Lacy. He went back to wiping classes and said lazily, "No cognac in stock sweety. Maybe he'll settle for some bourbon." He quikred his brow. Waiting irritatedly for her confirmation of the alternative. <br><br>"No thanks. But I'll take the Martell (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/87/Koniak_Martell.JPG/180px-Koniak_Martell.JPG) hiding behind you against the wall. Cheeky bastard." "Psh, forget it junior. That's VSOP. And the guy <em>you're</em> playing with don't have a wallet big enough to afford it. Run along." Lacy was young and nervous. But naivety and the word 'No' were two things she could rise above. "I was going to entice you with a cut of my profits tonight. But...okay." She wrapped her dainty fingers around the neck of the Everclear bottle and turned to leave. The bartender thumped his last wet glass down on the rubber mat and uttered, "Get back here." Lacy's brows were lifted innocently. "Yee<em>ee</em>s?" Her dimples peaking out as her wide grin urged him to speak.<br><br>"If you can pay for the bottle tonight...it'll be a miracle. You're cute, but maybe a little presumptuous. It'll be fun seeing you try. That's all." He held out the golden liquid floating in the premium bottle. Shooing her away like she was the biggest pest he'd ever encountered. "That wasn't so hard." She winked as she took the bottle. Smirking at his challenge. "Not only will I <em>pay</em> for this stinkin' bottle... I'll tip you out. That's how good I am." She held up a bottle and wagged it in a sort of wave as she walked away. The absinthe she took in the dressing room definitely giving her a big pair at the moment.<br><br>When she got to the table her client was at, Lacy put on a character she created in drama club. She didn't have a name for the character. But guessed it would be Cherry <em>now</em>. This girl Lacy had cooked up was overly perk, and full of innuendos. Something not too far fetched from herself. So it was easy to act out. Lacy held the two bottles of liquor up in front of her two breasts. "Hi...I'm Cherry. Someone told me you were <em>thirsty.</em> So <em>I'm</em> here to get you wet." Her blue eyes roved over the man in the booth. He wasn't unfortunate. Actually, he was kind of hot. Even his smile was sincere. "<em>Cherry</em>...I think I'm gonna have fun tonight." He said her name with a moan. Like he could taste her. Lacy was oddly pleased to hear it. She walked into the booth on her knees. Still holding the bottles of alcohol in both hands. Her dramaticly curled hair bouncing as she moved.<br><br>"Who can think with so much stuffy clothes on?" Lacy gingerly put the bottles on the table and yanked the knot of the AIG guy's tie loose. Taking it off him fully, she draped it around <em>her</em> neck. Still facing the AIG guy, she climbed over him, sitting on the table top. Her legs semi spread. Her red fishnets reflecting it's color onto the empty glass she slide between her. Securing the glass between her thighs. She pealed the seal of the Martell opened. "Uncork it for me?" Lacy held out the metal piece and the cognac. She watched the man pop the bottle open with ease. Lacy promptly took it away from him. Pouring some of it into the glass. His hands caressed her hips, then went to her inner thighs. Opening them wider. He only took the glass from between her. <br><br>The night was off to a good start for her. The character she had created was doing exceptional in the sex kitten department. After letting the guy settle in, she stood on the table. There was a smaller version of a dance pole. Like the one Malika was dancing on. Lacy strutted 'round it. Taking care not to knock over any of the glass items. Fittingly &nbsp;Usher's, "Love In This Club" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqqY07OZWps) came on just as she started her dance.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:04:51</strong>
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				Malika smiled at him as she sipped a bottled water.<br><br>"Well thank you Jim, it's nice to know you are enjoying yourself tonight" She said, smiling as she tipped her head, looking at him from the corner of her eye.<br><br>" So what really brings you here tonight sweetheart?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:18:11</strong>
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				Jim's couldn't force himself not to smile, "I came here for the first time two weeks ago, and had a great time. I received a VIP invitation at work earlier this week, and I have to say it's alot nicer in the VIP room than it is the rest of the bar, but even that is wonderful." He said with a smile. "The women are beautiful here, your boss must be very selective on who he hires."<br><br>Jim swallowed a little of the beer and heard the song playing "That's Usher right?" he asked already knowing the answer, but for the sake of keeping the conversation going was willing to play dumb. "What type of music do you like to dance to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:24:11</strong>
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				She smiled. "Well I am very glad you decided to come tonight" she looked back toward the DJ then to him.<br><br>"I love Usher, I like hard rock... pop, dance.. I'm kind of weird when it comes to music. Give me a sexy groove, and I'll dance to it" she said as she looked toward the private rooms, then to him. "Care for a private dance?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:29:43</strong>
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				Jim smiled "sure, I'd love one" he said, putting his beer down. "what do you think the next song will be? I prefer a slow seductive song" he said with a little laugh. "I guess I'm a bit of a romantic".
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:34:20</strong>
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				She took his hand, leading him down the hall. "We can choose the music once we get into the private rooms. It's a nice little set up back there. You're going to love it" She told him<br><br>Down the hall were a set of doors, each room had a large soft leather couch (for easy clean up in those cases when people got... carried away) a pole in the center of the room, as well as an armchair and speakers in every corner of the room. The rooms were sound proofed so if people got carried away, nothing to hear outside.<br><br>She closed the door behind them and leaned against it.<br><br>"So tell me what song you'd like me to dance to for you" she told him. "And then you can tell me how to make you feel even better"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 04:48:21</strong>
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				Jim smiled "Do they have <em>Red Light Special</em> by TLC?" he asked as he sat down in the armchair, or really anything you like to dance to, I think you know the type of music I like" he said. His eyes running up and down her body as she turned to play the songs. "I know what the rules are in the rest of the bar, but like I said, this is my first time in the VIP area, are the rules up here different?" he asked, not wanting to get kicked out on his first night back there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:05:12</strong>
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				She grinned as she went to the small laptop there, that was hooked to the speakers. Literally thousands of songs were kept there and she licked her lips, finding his requested song.<br><br>"The rules in here..are whatever I say they are. And right now.. if you have the money, you make the rules" She said grinning at him as the music started and she made her way over toward him.<br><br>"You tell me what you want sweetheart"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:09:21</strong>
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				"Well, since you make the rules, for starters is a blowjob out of the question?" he asked, watching her pull up music on the laptop. "and maybe more" he said with a wink, he heard the music start and the lights din just a bit. "very nice atmosphere" he complimented, settling back in the armchair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:14:20</strong>
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				"Hundred to start.. for the blow job.. but I promise worth every penny" She said as she walked to the pole in the room, wrapping her arm around it, spinning as the music started.<br><br>She sang along with the music, keeping her eyes on him as her hips swayed. It was obvious she liked the song, and her voice wasn't too loud, just soft enough to be seductive, but not like she was singing over the music, just with it.<br><br>"I'll let&nbsp; you touch it, if you.... like to go down. I'll let you go further if you take the southern route" she sang, her body moving to now stand between his legs, looking down at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:39:02</strong>
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				Jim's hands slid to her thighs as she stood between his legs, he gently stroked her thighs and hips looking up at her. "I hope you liked the song" he said looking into her eyes with a smile, his thumbs hooking the sides of her boyshort panties "can we go ahead and get rid of these?" he asked with a devious smile.<br><br>Jim could feel his heart beating faster his face becoming warmer and his cock beginning to throb to life with each heartbeat. He felt so restrained by his slacks, but it was so hard not to be excited by the beautiful woman in front of him... even if he was having to pay for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:55:42</strong>
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				She grinned, nodding. "Of course we can" She said as she turned, leaning over to rest her hands on his knees slightly, her ass in his face. "You don't mind doing it?" she asked, knowing he wouldn't.<br><br>She could see the bulge in his slacks before she ever turned around and that made her smile too. Nothing like a well hung man. If she was going to have to screw him then all the better to know she was going to enjoy it.<br><br>She could feel his hands on her skin and she smiled, closing her eyes. "Mmmmm..very nice hands" She cooed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 06:01:47</strong>
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				"Thanks Ali" Jim whispered before leaning forward and kissing the base of her spine. His thumbs tugging the soft fabric of her panties down until they fell loosely around her ankles. His hands sliding back up her thighs and continued to explore the curves of her body. "very nice" he said, almost a whisper "I might need more than a blowjob" he said... his hands sliding up and gently spreading her ass cheeks, inspecting every inch of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 06:13:12</strong>
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				She purred as he touched her, there was no other word for it. His hands were soft and it was obvious he wasn't like some men who just wanted to paw on a woman. He wanted to see her, touch her, explore her and she was all for it.<br><br>She kicked the panties aside, turning to face him, the heels still on. "More than a blowjob... gets a little pricey..&nbsp; you sure you're willing to go that far?" she asked, reaching for his tie, letting her hands slide along it, then loosen it. <br><br>"But I'd love to ride that hard cock of yours all night long, if you're willing to pay for it"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 06:20:21</strong>
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				Jim smiled "define pricey?" his hands sliding to her thighs again, he loved the feel of her skin, it was so soft and supple, he enjoyed the look in her eyes the most, and her willingness to please.<br><br>He felt his tie being loosened and finally pulled From him, his breath quickening as his left hand slid between her thighs, his fingertips feeling the very soft tender skin, sliding up and down, but not touching her sex. "God your body feels so good" he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 06:38:05</strong>
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				She grinned, pulling his tie loose but keep it around his neck, pulling him forward so she could kiss him, a soft touch of her lips against his, giving him a taste of the strawberry flavored lip gloss.<br><br>"Why don't we just finish your dance, and then we can maybe get together later to discuss our.. extracurricular activities" She said, licking his lips with her tongue before climbing into his lap.<br><br><br><br>((OOC NOTE TO ALL PLAYERS))<br>((I'm not sure what and how far the girls are going to go in the private rooms. is this going to be full on sex, or do they take the guys someplace else? Just curious to know how this is going to play out))
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 07:05:15</strong>
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				Fransisco's phone vibrated in his pocket, he dug down and pulled it out along with a thick wad of bills he had in his pants. Pushing the phone to his ear he shoved the clip into his coat pocket, the pocket square pushed down and the bills sticking out, enticing any dancer with a wandering eye. He mumbled a few words in Spanish, mostly code in the event this place was wired to catch anyone foolish to open their mouths. Nodding as he spoke, ignoring the music in the background while reaching into his coat's inner pocket for a cigar. <br><br>Cigars was his father's trait and it was becoming his slowly, lightning it with a wooden match he puffed one it slowly. The smoke wafting up into the air, the sweet aroma of the best tobacco Cuba had to offer wafted around his comfortable leather chair. He looked around for...he snapped his finger trying to remember, accidentally summoning a waitress. <br>"Gime anoder roun mami..."<br>He winked at her while he tried to recall her name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 17:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24202.msg953727#msg953727">Quote from: SakiaWarner on 22-11-2008, 06:38:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>((OOC NOTE TO ALL PLAYERS))<br>((I'm not sure what and how far the girls are going to go in the private rooms. is this going to be full on sex, or do they take the guys someplace else? Just curious to know how this is going to play out))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>OOC response<br>I think it would be helpful to some of the plot elements (particularly ones I am thinking of) if you did it in the private rooms.&nbsp; It will also help you make money.&nbsp; After one guy gets tapped out, as it were, you move onto the next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 17:30:23</strong>
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				Conor watched Jucy and Lacey.&nbsp; He turned to the bar tender, who had entered the office to deposit some reciepts.&nbsp; <br><br>"You sure it is the first time for those two?&nbsp; They look like pros.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 22:57:43</strong>
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				Placing her freshly earned money in her locker. And changing her clothes.<br>Her waive curls falling on her shoulder.<br>She sits in front of the mirror to fix her make up. <br>She was all allone in the dressing room. <br>And needed to get outside before she got in trouble.<br><br>What to put on? <br>She wanted something to arouse him. <br>If she could find him.<br>She wanted to know who he was.<br>Hope he wasn’t some kind of foreign mafia <br><br>Putin on a lace red tong and red pasties.<br>Juicy shake her hair one last time to give it volume and walk out of the dressing room.<br>Slowly taking in all the costumers, trying to remember all the faces. <br>While she once in a while get pull on one of them laps.<br>Allowing them to slide money inside her tong in exchange for a little touch.<br><br>Her eyes searching all over, did he left?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 23:50:16</strong>
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				A loud slap was heard for anyone with range, a puff of smoking escaped Fransisco's lips as he chuckled and looked over at the waitress rubbing her bottom, cursing at him. She looked like she was about to punch him in the face but he had offered her a good tip to be allowed to do that. The alcohol in his system was breaking his inhibitions now, as his hand traveled up her thigh, to slip a bill into her thong. <br>"You said I cud mami...why so angry?"<br>She left the fresh drink on the table and disappeared behind the bar, then into the club serving more drinks. Sitting up in the seat he patiently awaited for the next dancer to come on stage or the opportunity for a private show to arise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 00:18:25</strong>
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				Feeling tired after her dance and walking on those heels went easy neither.<br>She needed to sit down or a while. <br>Out of every bodies view. <br>Quietly slips pass the costumers to the back of the place and sit on one of the tables.<br>Taking of her heels to relax her foot.<br><br>This was a very good exercise, on these damn heels.<br>she softly grumbled between teeths<br>Sighed, at the thought of having to dance again soon.<br>After two more songs.<br>But more because she give up on looking for the Latin stranger.<br>Nice relax her feet awaiting her turn to dance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 00:24:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim rested his hands back on her hips as she moved to his lap, his hands slid up cupping her breasts, gently squeezing them "Your a very good dancer" he said with a smile, his cock so hard, straining relentlessly against his slacks, and the pressure she was putting on it wasn't helping much. His hands slid back to her hips and continued to gently caress her soft tan skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlcjjohnson</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 01:47:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sayid took stock of the goings on of the club thus far.<br><br>Two girls had come and gone on stage, and both had received a handsome amount from the cleintel who had chosen to watch and reward their performances. He cared little about that money, for he'd already agreed that stage tips were 100% theirs.<br><br>Ali had already disappeared into a booth with a customer. <em>"Simply the best,"</em> he thought to himself, his dick tingling, his thoughts wandering. <em>"Great tits too"</em> he chuckled to himself, making yet another of his private jokes. Being on the upper echelon of the Sin Bin meant that he was usually his own target audience when it came to his variety of comedy.<br><br>He was aware that the eyes of law enforcement were watching, but so far he could see nothing for which he could be prosecuted. In fact, Sayid knew quite well that sooner or later, Paul Buchanen would be serviced in such a way that would absolutely prevent him from shutting down the VIP activities of the club . . .<br><br>Something had caught the owner's eye. Lacey had been conversing with a bartender, which she was entitled to do, <em>but</em>, she'd walked away with a gold bottle from the shelf. Sayid couldn't help but notice that no money had changed hands, but nonetheless, she had returned to Mr. AIG with the spirit.<br><br>Sayid slyly walked over to the bar, peering over the counter and noticing the gap on the shelf. He addressed the bartender immediately:<br><br><em>"That bottle you gave her was no home brand. No sir, that most certainly was not from the cheap shelf".</em> He didn't say her name, he didn't say his name, Sayid just let his words hang over him like a dark cloud about to unleash a bolt of lightning upon him.<br><br>The man blubbered in response, arguing helplessly. <em>"She was so sure of herself about making enough money to pay the house back and . . . stuff"</em>. He himself knew that he'd done wrong. Sayid hardly listened:<br><br><em>"Neither of you had permission to take such an expensive risk. You and I know damn well that you just fell victim to a hot pair of legs. The only difference is that I can't disturb her, because those same legs pull in a lot more than you do. Hence making you more disposable . . . lets hope it doesn't come to that,"</em> he warned. The bartender merely looked at the floor.<br><br><em>"In the meantime Daniel, keep staring at those high heels of hers from across the floor, you might not ever have the chance again,"</em> and with that, he walked off, making a mental note to catch Lacey and give out to her in a similar manner, just as soon as she lifted herself from the bulge in the AIG executive's pants . . .
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 02:29:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His focus was drawn to the girl working over some old fart in the corner, irritated by such an old man having such a pretty girl all over him. He suppressed the urge to go and lure her away, not like the old man would be able to put up a fight. He had to remind himself that this was not his country, he could not do what he pleased...yet. Maybe once he made a few friends in the local government and a few officials high up in the food chain. <br><br>The dancer on stage was nothing special, but once she was out he waited for the next one to come on stage, unaware it was the girl he met at the bar earlier that evening. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 03:03:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After relaxing her legs a little. <br>Juicy decided it was time to make her round in the place before going back to change.<br>It seem Lacey was to busy with the old man to go on stage.<br>And she didn’t feel like going up again. <br>She better find anybody to take to the booth before they send her up the stage<br><br>Walking slowly near the tables, stopping once in a while. <br>She was getting annoyed.<br>Most off them were older guys and she wasn’t really interested in acting the first night.<br>Hoping she didn’t had to pick one anyhow, as last resort. <br>She didn’t really need the money but it will help her.<br>So she didn’t have to go to her father each time she needed something. <br>He had money saved or her.<br>&nbsp;But she wasn’t allowed to touch it unless she agrees to marry the man he chose for her.<br><br>One drunken man, grab her hand and pull her roughly on his lap. <br>Touching and squiring her breast.<br>She didn’t like how he was roughing her up.<br>There was nothing sensual in it.<br>He was a brute. <br>After a little one on one fight to get of his lap.<br>Juicy realize that fighting wasn’t going to help.<br><br>With her lose hand se caressed his face and kiss his cheek.<br>Something that surprised him and he loosen up his grip on her.<br>Smiling innocently at him. <br>She whispered in his ear causing him to smile like a dumb love struck boy<br>He quickly slide 50 dollar bill in her tong and let go of her<br><br>Finally in the middle row, away from all the slobbering drunks.<br>She saw him, but she pause on her way.<br>Quickly almost on tip toe, she slide behind him.<br>Whispering in his ear." do you still want me, papi?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 03:48:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Lacy made sure her client's glass was always full. It wasn't hard to get it empty. He kept complaining that his mouth was dry, no doubt due to her little comment about wetting his mouth. So she supposed that was her own fault. He finished the bottle of Cognac, no problem. The Everclear was more than half gone. She needed to help him with that one. Wrapping a leg around the pole, she did a back bend. Opening her mouth. He was <em>very</em> perceptive. Pouring a little bit down her throat, before nipping her lips. It was a little gross. His breath was wreaking. Like he must have drank at a bar before coming to the Sin Bin. She would seriously have to get a little more vodka in her, if he was going to keep doing stuff like that to her.<br><br>The funniest thing was that she hardly had to touch him. His hands always sneaking bills into her garter clips and bra straps. She considered this the 'Princess Shift.' She knew how to play him. Pausing in awkward contortions with the pole. Promising to continue to dance again <em>only</em> if he drank. The fact that she urged him toward the liquor rather than demanded more money worked in her favor. He liked it so much that he was clear out of cash. He left the table, promising to be back once he found an ATM. <br><br><em>'Good luck with that.'</em> Lacy thought. She didn't recall seeing any ATMs in this gentlemens' club. But like a good little girl, she whirled off the pole. Sitting on the booth seat. The cold leather shocking her bare legs. She pushed the feeling aside though. Deciding to hurry through sorting out her money. "Hell yes." Lacy sauntered to the bar and flung two hundred dollars in cash at the bar. Bills fluttering to the floor everywhere, like party confetti. "Done...son" She chuckled, not bothering to look back at the bartender. He was a dick. <em>Her</em> guy had been gone for five minutes. Far too long to wait. She'd probably get fired. She also couldn't keep all the rest of her cash just hanging out. Still fully clothed, Lacy got to the dressing room. She stuffed the cash in a smaller bag in her larger duffle, and locked them both up. <br><br>Looking in the mirror, she touched up her make up, poofed her hair, and made her way to the main office.She hoped they wouldn't be pissed at her for bothering them. But she had a question that only her bosses could help her with. <strong>Knock knock</strong> "Hey...Connor?" Finding no answer from the office, the girl headed back to the main floor. There they were...watching everyone. She tapped Connor on the back. "Ehem" Her boss seemed lost in thought, cause she knew he wouldn't outright ignore her. Maybe the bartender was complaining about her cockiness. Whatever. She circled around the club, unable to find Malika anywhere. She would be the next person in line to help her find some kind of fix to calm her returning, panicky nerves. "All I want is a little fix...can <em>someone</em> help me out...<em>anyone?!</em> Seriously, I'm in a club full of syndicates and I can't even get some herb." She was talking to herself as she made her way through the crowd. Unsure if she could go on to another client feeling like she didn't have to get naked. Getting hostile, with Lacy's last line an octave too high. Looking like a crazy girl, with her arms flinging in the air as she complained.</span> <br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 05:05:32</strong>
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				He was watching closely, the interaction between the old man who was worked for every single cent and the harlot who knew how to keep him wrapped around her seductive little finger. Removing the cigar from his lips, he grinned and knew this evening was just getting started. Watching her walk into the dressing room he marked one of the targets, now that the one from the bar had disappeared. <br><br>Just as the scent of her skin was leaving his suit, replaced by the smoke of his cigar, he heard her sensual voice behind his ear. He suppressed the head shake of disbelief and surprise, knowing it would hit her face, not something he wanted to do. He looked forward onto the stage, playing her game, loving the challenge. <br>"Eso no es mi nombre...chula...are yu sure yu have tha right person?"<br>He grinned, he was not one to be made a fool out of. He had the cash, if they wanted it they would have to work for it. Years of Latin Machismo taught him that women are nothing more than objects for his personal pleasure. The seductress had walked out and was bothering a man, from the looks of it he was not a patron. Both eyes perked up as he heard her words, this is what he needed. That was the guy he needed to talk too, this outing was well worth it already. <br>"Why dun yu introduce me to yur frien over der...I don think yu can handle me all my yurself..."<br>Francisco beckoned her over, signaling that he wanted a dance. Once they were in a booth, he would be able to give her what she so blatantly wanted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 05:35:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The bartender gave her that <em>shooing</em> motion again as a Latin man called Lacy over. How long had he been watching her? By the looks of it, Juicy was already occupying the patron's ear, and she had changed her outfit. <em>'Second cycle already?'</em> Lacy was definitely slacking. Not that she cared too much about how many men had her ass in their faces, but her competitive nature <em>was</em> coming out. Since Conner didn't look back from his receipts, Lacy took that as a queue to follow the Latin man. He walked to a booth far from her AIG rep's had been. Not that she was one to judge, but she wondered <em>'Does he think he's going to get a threesome out of this?'</em> <br><br>Since Lacy had been trailing behind a few steps, she found the next waitress that passed her. Clutching her arm tight so the girl couldn't leave without hearing what Lacy had to say first. "We need two bottles of absinthe. Hurry." She was just ordering people around left and right. Feeling horrible about it, but being bossy none the less. <br><br>Living in a dorm, she had access to roofies and all kinds of date rape drugs. She had a mind to slip this new guy a Nilium if he tried making her do anything she didn't want to. <em>'Could I get fired for that?'</em> Only if she got caught. And she wasn't stupid enough to take the inhibitor herself. The amnesiac was not fun to wake up from, so she heard.<br><br>Instead of sitting in the booth with Juicy and her friend, Lacy climbed straight on to the table. Playing against the pole as she waited for the absinthe to arrive. "I hope you have a taste for Cherries." Lacy grinned. Letting her "character" loose once again.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 07:29:30</strong>
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				Malika grinned at Jim, smiling as he touched her. She moaned softly for him, (more for his benefit than hers) and let her head fall back. "Thank you sweetheart" she whispered.<br><br>The key was making them feel like they were special, as if you'd never had anything as good as them. So far, he wasn't so bad. He wasn't disgusting, or old enough to be her father, or grandfather for that matter.<br><br>Her hips shifted and she rocked herself against him, rubbing against that thick shaft in his pants, making him harder (if that was possible) loving the sounds he made against her lips as she kissed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 12:55:13</strong>
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				Surprised by his cockiness, Juicy hold back a little.<br>She was caught off guard. <br>Hes eyes where other place.<br>And she saw Lacey looking around nervous like she needed help in something.<br><br>He looked like he was interested in her. She knew that she was losing him.<br>Before she could protest he pulled them in the booth.<br>She was extremely jealous. <br>Never in her life had she had to share a guy before.<br>And if he thought he was getting a threesome. He must be crazy.<br>She never even kissed a girl. <br>Imagine toughing one.<br><br>As Lacy climb on the table. <br>Juicy put on her best smiley face mask.<br>She already didn’t feel like acting and now this man wanted her to work harder to get something she could easy get.<br>He must be out of his mind.<br>Looking at him sweetly juicy said: <em>" this is Lacey and she will keep you company or as long as you want"</em><br>Lean over to place a kiss on his cheek.<br>To lacey she whispered “<em>go get him</em> " and giggles<br><br>She was jealous, it seems he preferred Lacey.<br>Besides she didn’t need to go over her head to get a guy in this place<br>Maybe she wasn’t his type.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 18:02:28</strong>
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				He silently swore as Lacey let the AIG guy get away.&nbsp; “There is a cash machine by the men’s room!&nbsp; AND WE TAKE CREDIT CARDS!!”&nbsp; he thought.<br><br>Note to self… tell the new girls that they can take credit cards for their tips and they will be paid!&nbsp; These were a handsome small profit center, as they charged extra to cover the credit card fees and to cover the occasional asshole who contested the charges.&nbsp; That was why they had installed video recording for all the private shows.&nbsp; When someone contested a fee now, the video went up on YouTube, still went up on Photobucket and a discreet email went out to his wife or boss or employees or clients or all of them, if he was feeling particularly malicious.<br><br>Still he had enough on the AIG guy to perhaps gain some leverage.&nbsp; The drunken fool was in the men’s room puking his guts out from all the booze.&nbsp; He signaled the men’s room attendant to send the man to his office once he had finished getting sick.<br><br>He was pissed, mostly at himself, but he took it out on Lacey when she tried to get his attention.&nbsp; I should be more polite, he thought.&nbsp; She is a babe and I would love to have her as a side benefit sometime.<br><br>He had seen Francisco slap the waitress.&nbsp; Violence against the girls repulsed him.&nbsp; More importantly it was bad for business.&nbsp; The girls needed to feel safe.&nbsp; He gestured to the bouncer.&nbsp; “If that Latino guy over there raises a hand to another girl in here, have one of our local law enforcement gents throw his ass in jail.&nbsp; If it is that rookie who came in tonight, make sure the dancers treat him well.&nbsp; You can tell him now to knock that shit off.”<br><br>He then signaled to Lacey, who seemed to be having a tough time of things.&nbsp; “Come on in the office.&nbsp; You could use a little pick me up.” He smiled.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 21:20:48</strong>
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				His attention was drawn to the suit who tried to lure "Lacey" out of his grasp, he raised his hand with a "Stop" motion, then waved his finger "no" at him. Making sure that neither girl left his booth, he reached into his pocket and dropped them each a fifty dollar bill.<br>"Dat iz jus for a dance...more of that...if yu ladies want to show me more than that..."<br>Looking over at Juicy, he stopped her from leaving him. <br>"I am a man...who luvs a show...get on tha table wit her..." <br>He smiled as the bill meant for her slid down her torso, squeezing her left breast on its journey down to her thong. With the bill in place his hand traveled over towards her ass, griping it and leading her on to the table. Both eyes stared at Juicy with a demanding stare, she could walk away and return to the old fuck in the corner or dance a stage for singles to the drunk nobodies. Or she could dance with a sexy girl, and put on a good show for him. He was no one to stop her. Sitting himself up on the chair, he slipped a shiny metal case out of his shirt pocket. The small box shined against the lights of the darkened room, he made sure that Lacy saw him hold it up to her, tempting her with what was inside before he hid it. He gestured at both ladies over to the private rooms, if they wanted what was inside. Last thing he wanted was get caught on camera sliding a stripper the best cocaine the united states had ever seen, everything else was chopped up shit when compared to his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 21:30:19</strong>
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				Conor noticed the case and made a mental note.&nbsp; He might have been a geek, but he was a South Boston geek and knew cocaine when he saw it.&nbsp; He stoppde the bouncer from going over.&nbsp; <br><br>Never mind for now, but if that guy gives us any more shit, he has enough cocaine on him to merit some serious time in a Federal Felon hospitality center, if you know what I mean.&nbsp; Just let the cops know.<br><br>Conor also made a mental note to let the chief know of his suspicions.&nbsp; The chief had no patience for drugs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 21:43:55</strong>
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				Jim groaned gently against her lips as she put more and more pressure on his erect cock, he wished he could slide his slacks and boxers off. He looked at her breasts as their lips parted, leaning forward and licking her nipple softly. He scooted back in his chair a little and eased his hand between their bodies, his fingers sliding down and gently rubbing her labia and clit in a soft slow circle, not trying to push inside, just caressing her gently. "God your body's so beautiful" he whispered as he leaned up and kissed her lips again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:03:28</strong>
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				She grinned down at him and grabbed his hand, gently easing it from her. <br><br>"Sorry sweetheart... you don't get much more for free" she whispered. "Gotta let me know what you want... and pay.. then we can have some fun" she said, batting her eyes at him. "Just the rules sweetie"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:04:07</strong>
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				Watching the confrontation with Connor quietly .<br>as none of them wasn’t allowed to leave the room.<br>Before she had chance to slip out of the room he grab a hold off her and order to get on the table with lacey.<br>slipping a fifty dollar bill in her tong he took his time in get acquainted with her body. <br>Making her tremble under his touch.<br><br>She wasn’t going to walk away now, he had something she wanted and for sure was going to get it.<br>Climbing on the table ,she lean on the other side of the pole. <br>Strocking her body and playing with the pole.<br>Making eye contact with him, transmit all those sexy thoughts she has racing through her mind.<br>Continue swaying and passionately running her hands over her body. <br>Breasts, ass, feet and slowly up to her sweet stuff. <br><br>Juicy was touching herself as if she was completely turned on and wishing it was him touching her body<br>In between her moments dansing ,she was looking at lacey for help.<br>trying to convince her, to just give him the show he wants.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:21:13</strong>
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				Jim looked up, resting his hands on her hips again "I'm sorry Ali, your just a hard woman not to want to touch "he whispered" letting the dance continue. "Were definately going to have to spend some time together tonight though" he continued. his hands caressing her hips and sides, staying away from areas she had said no to. "Do we leave the bar to have more fun?" he asked, wondering if he needed to get a hotel room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:26:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You tell me sweetie. You can pay for your dance now and meet me later, or I can take care of that for you here" she said, sliding her hand over the bulge in his pants. "... then we can hook up outside this place. You let me know what is best for you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 23:02:46</strong>
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				"Lets get a hotel room" he said as he continued to stroke her hips gently. "I think it would be better to have a bed rather than a couch" he chuckeled as the song ended. "Do you have a phone number I can get in touch with you at? to tell you the room number" he asked as he pulled his wallett out and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 23:17:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">After the lecture from Conner, and that smug look on the bastard bartender's face, going back to the bar was the last place Lacy wanted to be. She <em>had</em> screwed up with her first customer. But she could redeem herself, she was sure of it. Determined not to get fired tonight, she did naughty things to the pole. Watching their Latin gentleman pulling out money, and something Lacy was searching for earlier. Curious at what she had to do to get some of his blow, she climbed off the table and walked with him to the private room. Whispering to Gabrielle,&nbsp; "The stage name's Cherry. For future reference. The last thing I need are people trying to Google my ass. I probably have 'Girl's Gone Wild' videos online I don't know about."<br><br>Just cause Lacy would eventually get what she asked for, didn't make it any less scary. She saw a movie about human trafficking. Girls being shipped off to god knows where, being forced to whore it up with disgusting men. For some reason, this guy reminded her of one of the lures in the movie. Too suave for his own good.</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 00:35:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Frustrated in his attempt to play with Lacey, Conor decided to see how far he could get with the AIG guy.<br><br>The bathroom attendent walked him in.&nbsp; He stank of vommit and looked ... not at all well.<br><br>"Hello sir.&nbsp; You do not look so hot.&nbsp; Shall I call for a cab?"<br><br>"Please.&nbsp; Can I take that dancer with me? Whaz her name again?&nbsp; Jew Jew… Juicy?”&nbsp; <br><br>“No I do not think I can allow that sir.&nbsp; However, here is a complementary pass to the VIP club.&nbsp; You are welcome anytime.”&nbsp; There was no doubt Lacey had made a good deal of money off this guy in a very short time.<br><br>Conor called for a cab.&nbsp; <br><br>“Do you have the cash for this sir?”<br><br>“Nope” he burped and the reek of sour booze filled the room.&nbsp; “That’s ok, we have an arrangement.&nbsp; Just give me a credit card and we’ll take care of it.”<br><br>Conor did a double swipe on the card and checked it against his driver’s license.&nbsp; He wanted to chat with this fellow when he was sober.&nbsp; In the meantime, however…&nbsp; <br><br>“I think I remember seeing you on the news sir.&nbsp; Aren’t you with AIG?&nbsp; I am working on an MBA in finance.&nbsp; What are you planning on doing sir?&nbsp; It would help me with class.”&nbsp; He gave the man his earnest student look.<br><br>“Well, we will be spinning some of our sub.. sub sid airaries… subsidiaries off.&nbsp; So a smart guy could end up with some stock in the parent, and far more valuable stock in several smaller companies.”<br><br>“I think that will impress my professors sir.”&nbsp; He said.<br><br>It would also fatten his returns when he bought AIG on margin and passed the tip along to his broker buddy, who paid very well for these tips.<br><br>He got the AIG guy into his cab and switched the video monitors onto Lacey and “Juicy, who seemed to be getting juicier by the minute.&nbsp; He also watched Jim being driven to distraction.&nbsp; Keep him here baby, he thought.&nbsp; That way, we can play later and you will still get your money and I’ll get some insider tips when I tell him the tape will go to his wife.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 01:02:24</strong>
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				Francisco moved wrapped a arm around each girl, the public booth was now empty except for his multiple empty drink glasses. A huge grin across his face as he was lead to a Private booth. &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24323.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 03:40:53</strong>
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				She took the bill, tucking it down in her panties before she grabbed a card from a small stack. "This is me.. call that and I can meet you wherever you want for some fun..." She leaned down, grinning at him. "All night.. with me... $1500." She told him.<br><br>No she wasn't cheap, but she was worth it and she wouldn't lower that amount for any reason. She earned her money and if some guy wanted her for the night to fuck, well then he would pay..and pay well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scott</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 04:07:05</strong>
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				Jim smiled at her as he took her card, "be expecting to hear from me as soon as I get a room" he said. "I bet tonight's going to be worth every penny with you" he said with a slight groan as he stood. "Thank you for the dance Ali, do you have time for another, or do you have to go onstage now?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:32:17</strong>
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				Conor motioned Ali to come see him as soon as she was done with her customer.&nbsp; He could see what had happened and needed to set some boundaries.&nbsp; He also did not like women trying to leave early.&nbsp; It was bad for business.&nbsp; If they wanted to work again, they's need permission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 17:55:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Malika made her way over to Connor. "Make it quick, I gotta get back onstage soon" she said looking at the stage then to him. "And your business boy and I will be meeting later for some alone time" she grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 18:20:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While business boy over there is cool, you should not be making those arrangements in here.&nbsp; First, you never know who is an undercover cop and I do not want to go to jail.&nbsp; The local cops might be cool, but the state police are not.<br><br>Second, you should be doing that in a provate room, it is the club's money.&nbsp; By rights I should throw you out now and never let you dance here again.&nbsp; However...<br><br>he grinned<br><br>I can be a forgiving man when motivated.&nbsp; I'll be in the office.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 18:30:43</strong>
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				"Umm I was ina private room and I was under the impression that the entire reason we were here was to do the extras" she shrugged her shoulders "throw me out. You think I can't get another job!?" She laughed "I came in early to help out not put up with your shit. Tell Sayid to call me when we can talk. Oh you might wanna get someone on stage cause it won't be me"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 19:22:12</strong>
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				The extras will be done in here!&nbsp; And I am sure Sayid will agree, as it is his place and his money you are welching him on.&nbsp; Now, you can split that $1500 with him, or I can pretend not to know if you want to help me erase that memory.&nbsp; If you do, I'l be in my office.&nbsp; If not..<br><br>He turned to Caroline, who had just exited the dressing room.&nbsp; She was a long legged red head with a pretty face, lovely blue eyes and very good taste in lingerie.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, we have 25 dancers in here tonight and they are all good, however, you will not find the security or the money anyplace else in this town.<br><br>Caroline, you are up on stage now please.&nbsp; Three songs.<br><br>The guys will like her.<br><br>(http://www.digitaldesire.com/glamour-tour/common/dreamgirls/gals/2267/pics/2.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 20:35:36</strong>
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				"I'm not here to be your whore... you couldn't pay me enough. I came here to work for Sayid... and that's all. I can go work a lot of places with security as good. And if the money ain't as good, I'll just shake my ass a little more" Malika blew him a kiss. "See ya Conor" she said as she made her way to the back and began to pack up her things.<br><br>There was no way she was going to stay someplace that they couldn't decide if they wanted you to fuck someone in the room, take it to a hotel for fear of the law, and if you did then bitch cause they didn't get a cut. And she wasn't hired to work for a CPA who didn't know what the heck he was doing.<br>Sayid could call her or not, she wouldn't lose sleep over it if he didn't.<br><br><br>She could find work someplace else... it wasn't that hard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 00:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.rotorob.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/Gemma_Atkinson.jpg)<br><br>Gemma was late not good on her first night her husband had insisted on dropping her off at the Factory where he believed she still worked it meant she then had to wait for him to leave and a taxi to arrive to get her to the cheap seedy motel room she had hired to transform herself into Suzette.<br><br>She rushed the length of the street to the club dashing into the back hoping that Sayid or any off his staff had not seen her she quickly started looking though what outfits were available to her she slipped into a nurses outfit the buttons on the front threatening to burst open.<br><br>She sat for a moment thinking to herself tonight is the night you start to make the cash to change your life the only thing that had her slightly worried is if any of her hubby's friends or colleagues came in but she had a plan to win then over if they did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 00:36:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gemma - glad you are here.&nbsp; Can you please take the stage next?<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 00:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The words bought her back in to the moment "<em>sure Mr O Malley</em>" she rose from the seat checked her make up in the mirror now was the time to go make that new life. <br><br>She walked to the side of the stage and peeked out into the club but could not see too much because of the bright lights shining on the stage.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 01:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A deep breath and little wife Gemma disappeared and Suzette the Slut stepped on stage with a toss of her hair she paraded around the edge exaggerating the natural sway of her hips before taking the pole and bending from the waist presenting the watching audience with a view of her black g string and promising cleavage has she moved around it.<br><br>The reaction gave her a boost and she slipped a few buttons on the nurses dress undone allowing the flesh off her breasts to sway with a movement of their own under the fabric she would make them wait for a full uncovering
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Conor watched Gemma in her Suzette role sway on the stage.&nbsp; <br><br>"Man will I need to sample that" he muttered to himself.<br>But first, deal with Malika..<br><br>He followed her into the changing room where whe was getting her stuff together and grabbed her arms.&nbsp; He turned her towards him and said "Do not walk out on me, bitch!&nbsp; You can do whatever you want for money but you MUST keep it in the club!"<br><br>He could feel her breasts barely touching his shirt.&nbsp; All that exposure to gorgeous female flesh had him excited and the bulge in his pants showed it. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 20:00:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Get your hands off of me now.." She said, her words low and menacing. "You think I haven't dealt with men twice your size and strength?" She jerked her hands off of him.<br><br>"You aren't my boss, you're the fucking accountant and you can't keep me here. You aren't my pimp so don't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm done... you got me?" she said, zipping the bag closed.<br><br>"Touch me again" she growled as she jerked her sweatshirt over her head. "And you'll see just how much of a man you think you are"<br><br>She jerked the bag from where it sat and then took off out the door into the parking lot. <br><br>She wasn't watching where she was going and barreled right into a man almost knocking him and herself over. She stopped, staring down at him, thinking he looked very familiar and then it hit her. She'd danced for him several times before at the club she worked at before here. Kaleb. He tipped well and he wasn't bad looking at all.<br><br>"Oh My God I am so sorry" she said as she looked at him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 20:11:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Conor walked back to his office.&nbsp; That bitch would learn.&nbsp; There was an informal network amongst the club owners so they could avoid trouble, both from problem customers and dancers.&nbsp; <br><br>He went out to that forum, posted Malika's picture and information and let everyone know what had happened.&nbsp; No one wanted to risk possible police busts or loss of liqour licenses from running a brothel.<br><br>"Good luck there Malika, you bitch" he thought.<br><br>He stepped back out and watched Gemma dance, wondering what it would be like to feast on those lucious tits.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeviantWolf</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 20:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaleb had been over to the 'Doll House' expecting to find Ali. &nbsp;When he got there though and didn't see her come out for a dance in some time he decided to ask around. &nbsp;She was one of his favorites, not that the other girls weren't attractive or anything but there was just something special about her he always liked. &nbsp;Maybe it was the fact she seemed to always have fun on stage, she didn't treat it so much as a job as it was a hobby.<br><br>It took a little asking around and some convincing to get anyone to admit that she had left for some new place. &nbsp;A bit more prying and a couple more dead presidents and he had a club name.<br><br>No sooner had he reached for the door to said club and went to pull it open it came swinging open quickly and a short curvy girl crashed into his larger six-two frame. &nbsp;He wasn't huge in the muscular body build way but he was not a stick figure that some six year old would draw for art class either. &nbsp;"Hey, hey, you alright?" &nbsp;He asked before he could see who even had run into him. &nbsp;<br><br>When he glanced down to look at her, his arm around her waist steadying her, he realized that it was just the girl he came looking for. &nbsp;With a cocked grin and mischievous look on his face that was framed perfectly by his curly long dirty blond hair. &nbsp;"You know you're a hard girl to find. &nbsp;Expensive too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SakiaWarner</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 20:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Malika looked up and almost choked when it was Kaleb standing there. He was probably her only real regular customer from the other club and she was floored that he was here. <br><br>"You came looking for me? " She asked stunned. "What.. why...What are you doing here?" she asked, slinging her bag over her shoulder still rather shocked. Out of every customer she'd ever been with, ever danced for, he was the one she loved to dance for, the one she looked forward to seeing. She'd told several of the girls at her old place that if he came looking for her they were to tell him where she was.<br><br>"Sorry... I couldn't really announce I was leaving" She said then frowned, her anger back. "But I should have stayed where I was. I'm done here... at least there they didn't want a piece of me plus my money" she grumbled then looked at him. "You... umm... " she was lost. Could she really ask a guy out? What was she even thinking? What was she gonna do? Invite him for tea and crumpets?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 00:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been paying far too much attention to the stage, and far too little to everything else. It was time to do some looking around. By the time he got to it, there wasn't much for him to catch. One of the girls had just stormed out, but he hadn't been close enough to hear why. And nothing he saw was enough to do anything without an official complaint.<br><br>Instead, he made his way to a security office. Single shot views of private rooms, and plenty of dark corners left out. He was amazed at the lax security at this place, considering the number of camera's he though he saw. It didn't occur to him that this was a dummy room, a few camera's he was meant to see. Especially since he didn't have time to think about it. One of those private rooms had an obstruction on the camera. Might be something going down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 01:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://www.rotorob.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/Gemma_Atkinson.jpg)<br><br>Now totally immersed in her role has Suzette she was onto the second song of her stint she glanced&nbsp; at her hand sliding down the pole noticing she had not removed her wedding ring,it caught the lights shining, it&nbsp; helped focus her on her task she decided she would not remove it because of that very reason.<br><br>Spinning off the pole on her heels she popped the last few buttons and shrugged out of the nurses dress her breasts springing free they were her pride and joy Gemma knew the effect they had on guys by the fact they always spoke to them before speaking to her face. She dropped to her knees and crawled to the edge of the stage her Blondie hair falling around her face and her breasts hanging like udders on a cow she smiled knowing they would make money just like a cows, she picked up the first bill she found and tucked it into her g string she was off and running.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 03:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Conor moved into the security room after watching that Latino guy grope Lacey.&nbsp; She obviously did not like it.&nbsp; He would need to intervene.<br><br>"It's Buchanen, right.&nbsp; I'm Conor, the financial guy and general flunky here."<br><br>He flipped a switch allowing Buchanen to get a full view of the private room in question.&nbsp; Lacey did not know about the override.<br><br>"You see that Latino dude there.&nbsp; He is a bit rough with the girls.&nbsp; Also, I am not sure what is in that case of his.&nbsp; If he gets rough with Lacey again, perhaps we should have a chat with him.&nbsp; What do you think?&nbsp; That sort of thing is bad for business.&nbsp; The girls need to feel safe."<br><br>He watched Gabrielle suddenly leave.&nbsp; On a separate camera he saw her run for the ladies room.&nbsp; "uh oh, clean up in stall 3" he thought.&nbsp; She had started early.&nbsp; She needed to learn to pace herself.<br><br>He signalled the bathroom attendant to check and make sure she was ok.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 03:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Buchanen didn't know whether to relax or get more involved. He went with relax, after all he never asked about the security room. There was no proof things were being hidden from him, just his own paranoia. "He gets rough with one girl and another runs out to the bathroom? I've seen surveillance like this before. I was in a squad for a drug bust, and it was part of the briefing." He taps the screen, pointing at the briefcase. "I'll need to watch that case, regardless of him getting handsy, can you make sure the camera doesn't switch back to the obstruction?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 11:09:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suzette was in full swing on her third dance allowing her breasts to sway just above the&nbsp; customers reach she thrilled has the ran their hands up her legs to tuck in the bills.It gave he such a thrill to be in charge and to have other men touch her instead of her controlling overweight husband mmmm she thought I could get used to this.<br><br>With one final twist on her heels and a toss of her hair she was done and swaying her hips in a farewell she looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the room before disappearing into darkness of the corridor to the dressing room.Once there she counted out the cash $200 well that's OK it covered her fee to the club and got her a start on saving for a new life she slipped a robe on and put her share into her&nbsp; bag best go pay her due's to the club she went in search of Mr O Malley.<br><br>(http://www.rotorob.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/Gemma_Atkinson.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 00:23:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching the bathroom just in time to pour her stomach out.<br>She was feeling so sick.<br>She knew she dint had to take that crap. <br>But he was looking so inviting, like it would lease him if she did.<br>She isn’t going to fall again for that.<br>Splashing water on her face she walked straight to the dressing room. <br>She needed to relax a little before going to her next costumer.<br>She had spoiled the night with the Latin guy and kind of ashamed to go back. <br>O well plenty off fish in the sea. Once she felt better.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 13:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting to Connor's office she found it empty she did not really know what the fee was or if there was one but she assumed she would have to pay something to be able to dance in the club.Turning on her heels she thought she heard&nbsp; voices from another room and decided to hang on for a few moments to see if&nbsp; Mr O Malley came back Gemma did not want to start off on the wrong foot after already being late she needed this job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>28-11-2008, 20:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine by me, officer Buchanen, though I think that dancer had a bit too much to drink.&nbsp; Just stay here and keep an eye on things.&nbsp; If Lacey feels threatened, she'll hit a button hidden under the couch, and that red light there will light.&nbsp; There are others alarms where the bouncers can see them and in my office."<br><br>He left the room and headed to his office.<br><br>"Hello Gemma.&nbsp; Loved your set.&nbsp; Looks like you have started well.&nbsp; What are you going to do with all that cash?"<br><br>He smiled at her.&nbsp; "Would you like me to point you to some of the guys who can get you more?"<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 07:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing Mr O Malley walking towards her she put on her best smile best keep on the right side of the bosses <br><br>" I am glad you liked my dancing I enjoyed it as well and the customers sure seem too..Well some of the cash I thought could pay my fee to the club that is if you charge one, I know someplaces do but I forgot to ask when i got this job." The fact was she&nbsp; did not have a clue about other places having never done this before she just assumed that was the case.<br><br>The offer of further money grabbed her interest immediately and she eagerly maybe to eagerly answered.<br><br>&nbsp;"Could you do that,? I would be really grateful if you could I need the cash" <br><br>She absent mindfully played with her wedding band the gown barely covering her naked breasts from his view has she grasped at the offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 16:03:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He led Gemma into his office.<br><br>"Poll fee first"&nbsp; he said, and took the $100.<br><br>He gestured to the monitors.&nbsp; "We have tipping histories on all these guys.&nbsp; Plus, I throw bonuses to girls who get them to talk about inside business information.&nbsp; I find it useful for... my MBA classes."&nbsp; He did not add that he used it for trading stocks as well.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood close behind her so she could feel his hardness against her gorgeous ass.<br><br>"I can point you to a guy who tips in the $500 to $1000 range when he is in here, who always gives quality information, so that would be another $250 from me.&nbsp; But I'd need to see just how grateful you would be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Passion Pants</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:21:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The figures quoted thrilled it was nearly as much as the factory paid for a week not that she saw it her husband took it all from her purse the same day well he would not get his hands on anymore than that a week she had vowed.<br><br>Her blue eyes scanned the screen she could feel Mr O Malley close to her his arousal obvious with pressure on her&nbsp; ass she knew what his question implied and knew if she was going to get the cash it was the only way,her desperation to get away from her situation at home meant she had already decided to prostitute herself if necessary and it aperared it would be.<br><br>Without moving she dropped a tone in her voice to make it more seductive <em>"I can be very grateful for that sort of money, what did you have in mind?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>29-11-2008, 17:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well Gemma, step into my more private office, right here...<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24785.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=24785.0)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: VIP Room at The Sin Bin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>06-12-2008, 17:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				We need to get some more action in the main room, Conor thought.<br><br>Perhaps an Asian lady to add to the mix.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ayako you are up."<br><br>Ayako means pretty child and it certainly fit.<br><br>(http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x211/God-killer/Leah%20Dizon/LeahDizon_01_058.jpg)
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