And I will work to elevate you... (MusicNeverDies & Violence)
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				Title: <strong>And I will work to elevate you... (MusicNeverDies &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Violence</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 06:16:06</strong>
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				It always smelled worse after a busy night.&nbsp; Sweat and sex and cum... they weren't bad odors on their own, but cram enough people into a room and amplify them.&nbsp; Nothing smelled good when it came from a full house... especially not things nature intended to stink.&nbsp; But after a few months of working here, Shana had gotten used to that combination of smells.&nbsp; It was the bleach and cleansers as the crews cleaned up that really got to her.<br><br>She'd planted herself on the table... by now she felt so much more comfortable up here than down on the coushins of the chairs or booths.&nbsp; Her fingers flipped through the money she'd been tipped for the evening while a cigarette burned between her lips, and a half finished scotch sat next to her bare thigh.&nbsp; A slight grimace came over her face as she set aside the twenty-five percent cut for management... every night she debated the value of it compared to what she did to earn it.&nbsp; Then again, pimps probably took more while offering less in return.&nbsp; The same conclusion, night after night.&nbsp; But a girl could dream, right?<br><br>All she'd ever asked for was an honest week's pay for an honest night's work.&nbsp; What more could she possibly ask for in life.&nbsp; Besides, the attention was a nice perk.&nbsp; She wouldn't deny that she absolutely adored attention...<br><br>Her manager came by and stuck out the hat as she dropped a stack of twenties into it.&nbsp; The same question every night, "You wouldn't hold out on me, would you, Shana?"<br><br>Shana laughed, folding her arms over her breasts as she stuck her own money into the garder around her thigh, "Where exactly am I gonna hide it, that you won't search, Jimmy?"&nbsp; She stopped him before he had a chance to get away too far and gestured towards a table across the way, "Who's the new girl, Jimmy?" she asked almost flirtatiously, "She's a showwoman, made it hard to focus on my guys," Shana taunted.<br><br>There wasn't much her manager could tell Shana about the girl.&nbsp; Not too many girls stayed for long, it took a special sort to really enjoy the work and only the long-term workers like Shana were familiar with one another.&nbsp; The ones that didn't intend to stay didn't share.&nbsp; They didn't want to make friends, Shana understood... it made it a lot easier to pretend they never worked here when they were done.<br><br>It wasn't like it was filthy, she'd regarded.&nbsp; It sure beat the hell out of hooking, and the clientelle were a lot more up-standing and well-to-do than the kind of lowlifes that used to come into the places she'd stripped before.&nbsp; But, at the heart, and she wasn't the type to deny it... she was a professional whore.&nbsp; People payed her, she serviced them... or she put on a show for them... the way she looked at it, though, everyone was a whore.&nbsp; She just wasn't about to lie to herself about it.<br><br>"Got the feeling, she isn't going to stay," her manager informed her, "Seems like the romantic type."&nbsp; Jimmy wasn't the proprietor of the club, just one of the shift managers... the one Shana had the quiet comfort of having for most of her shifts.&nbsp; She liked the consistancy, even if it meant she had to sleep with him occasionally to get the tables she wanted.<br><br>"What's the romantic type to you, Jimmy?" Shana taunted, "She actually want a drink before you got her to blow you?"&nbsp; She'd never been much on respecting her boss, and in reality she'd put her current manager through quite enough that anybody else would have fired her.&nbsp; Part of her humbly believed that it wasn't just that she had enough fans to keep her locked in place, she liked to think he just liked having somebody around who'd immasculate him.<br><br>"You know the type.&nbsp; Just here to sew their wild oats, and whatever," he interjected.<br><br>Shana blew a ring of smoke from her lips and put the cigarette out on an ash-tray next to her drink, "Send her over here," Shana insisted, "I'd like to meet her," there was code to her words that didn't need to be explained.<br><br>"What about Todd?" he asked with a slight taunt to his voice.<br><br>"Todd and I broke up," Shana said with a long sigh, as if she lamented it immensely.<br><br>"When was that?"<br><br>"Oh, I'd say about two minutes from now, when the new girl sits down over here," she chuckled, "You know me.&nbsp; I'm such a serial monogomist," she grinned behind her glass as she brought the scotch up to her lips and downed the rest of it in a single swallow.&nbsp; Pushing the glass towards her boss as if he were a common waiter.&nbsp; It was even stranger that he took it from her.&nbsp; Were one not familiar with the establishment, it could be very easy to mistake Shana McKean as somebody very important within it... when in reality, she was just the same as every other girl chained to a table for eight to ten hours a night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And I will work to elevate you... (MusicNeverDies &amp; Violence)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 22:18:45</strong>
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				The table that Kate had been assigned to was one made more for performing than actual client-worker interactions. Which was perfectly fine with her. Generally the managers put new girls in a performing role before letting them near the regulars. It was to test them, and see if they had the balls, or more so, the tits, to do the job. Kate certainly did. She'd worked a few joints before, but until tonight, had never gotten quite the same thrill. <br><br>Her table had been one of the larger ones, and as a centerpiece was a thick pole, suspended from the ceiling and going almost to the table, leaving about three quarters of an inch of space at the bottom. That space was something the fire marshal had cooked up. Before the doors opened she was handcuffed to the pole. The cuffs were specially designed so that they had a lot more slack between them, but were still there for show. If anything happened, or she wanted a change of pace, she could kneel down and slip the links of the cuff under the space between the bar and the table. She'd still be cuffed, but she could move away from the pole. <br><br>As soon as Jimmy slapped the cuffs on her, after explaining anything she'd need to know, she'd felt a rush. Part of the joy of stripping was that feeling of control. Knowing that the clients, for all their words and grabbing hands, could not touch you. That if they did, one word to a bodyguard would have that person out on his ass. So to be cuffed, was fighting against that feeling of power. Putting some real danger into the situation. Sure, she knew her words traveled to the guards just as well whether or not she was handcuffed, but it was the principal. … It was also the fact that she got off on things like handcuffs. <br><br>Once the show started she'd given over to that side of her that was born to strip. Not born to have sex, as so many strippers seemed to confuse- to strip. In all honesty, she didn't want to have sex every night of the week with a different john, or three, or ten. She would strip because she was horny, and she was kinky. But she wouldn't bang anyone unless she had, believe it or not, feelings for them. <br><br>Somehow, likely do to practice and an innate ability, she didn't make it seem like that. Every client watching her surely thought they could get some if they had the right amount of money- which was a perfect line, because it meant they tipped well to gain her attention. And she acted interested. For now. She'd tried stripping the last time she had a girlfriend, and it just... didn't work. She always felt guilty unless Tanya had been there watching as well, in which case Kate imagined it as a private show. Having been single for- well, for far too long, Kate was excelling at her job tonight. <br><br>She'd started off with some of the more basic stripper work. The spinning, grinding, whatnot. Then she moved into more of her own style. Everyone knew a stripper pole was phallic, to represent the penis of every man watching. She used that. And the handcuffs. Kate had expected some hit and miss on this part, but was pleasantly shocked to find that almost everything she tried with the cuffs worked. They were durable. Leaning back, trusting the links with her weight, she spread her legs. <br><br>She had bent at the knees, with her feet on the far side of the bar, and her hairless, barely covered pussy resting against it. Then she'd begun to move, slowly, up and down, riding the bar, supported by the handcuffs as she leaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts into the air. When she arched, her breasts were the highest peak on her form, and highest yet were her nipples. They rose blatantly through the thin cloth, and most anyone looking up at her could see their hard silhouettes against the colored lighting of the club. <br><br>She'd changed it up, but kept herself interesting enough to gain quite an audience. Not only was she the fresh eat in the club, but she was confident, and sexy. And aroused. Her shoulder-length red hair bounced up and down in the lights, and shimmered off her deep green-grey eyes. The tight violet lingerie clung to her every curve, which she did have. Her waist was thin, very thin, and set above that was a 32C. Her breasts were almost disproportionate for her width, but she was decently tall, and evened it out just right. The light sometimes shone down and illuminated a three inch scar up along her calf, but other then that, she was almost flawless. Almost. A few freckles pockmarked her skin, cumulation around the bridge of her nose, the classic sign of a real redhead. <br><br>As she sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, counting her money. She'd made a good deal. Twice as much as most of her other nights. She'd even gotten a thumbs up from a few of the guards. She was certainly getting a liking for this place. <br><br>Focusing on her sizable stack, she only noticed Jimmy as he came into range of her legs. Glancing up, she held the stack she'd set aside for his cut towards him, mostly glancing down at her own pile. “You wouldn't hold out on me, would you?”<br><br>Kate looked up, her soft green-grey eyes locking with his. “And lose the best paying job I've had, in the first night?” She waved his cut before him again. He took it and skimmed with a smirk. Sure, he'd realized right away that he wasn't likely getting into her pants. But the cut she handed him was well enough to buy at least two pussies- not that he ever had to pay for that sort of thing. Even if he didn't get to fuck her, for now, she was worth that minor inconvenience.&nbsp; <br><br>“Shana, table 6, she wants you.” He gripped her forearm, gently, but still commanding, and started her walking towards the table. A few steps away from the table, she felt a loud slap across her ass, and turned to face Jimmy. Her nostrils flared for a moment, before reason set in and she gave a small smile, not encouraging, just an 'oh you' kind of brush off. She was not exactly submissive, but she would give in to people like her managers, as long as she was single. Normally she'd yell and insult anyone who tried to touch her without her consent, or her heart. It was an odd mentality, for a stripper. Shrugging off his crudeness, she made her way to the table, and sat down on it silently, across from Shana.
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