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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2009, 02:09 PM (63 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 6 2009, 02:09 PM Post #1 |
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Annabelle listen to the men jeer at the women on the stage as she walked into The Den. It was men's night tonight, women dancing and taking off their clothing for the paying men below. She had once heard that a man was more exploited in a strip club than a woman. All the woman had to do was show her breasts and the man handed over hundreds of their hard earned cash. This thought kept her going. Hundreds of dollars. She was broke and couldn't afford to turn around and run, which was exactly what she wanted to do. She was wearing her best, but slinkiest top; black and hanging low on her shoulders and breasts. She wore a mini skirt and black boots. Her hair was out and was done, though she knew it probably didn't matter. She rubbed her shoulder. She licked her lip. She shivered. And then she walked forward. She'd come in search of a job, of money, of confidence and for a cackle. Word around the shapeshifter grapevine was that the Paris Cackle made most of its money here. She wanted a place to belong but she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be while she was shirtless and had on nothing but a g-string. She hoped they'd let her start as a waitress or a bartender. She was pretty good at mixing a drink and her hyena speed had her at an advantage when it came to waiting tables. She could smell the sweat, the sexual energy from both human and shapeshifter patron alike. She licked her top lip again; a habit now when she was nervous. But to her own surprise, she wasn't nervous. Instead her stomach was tight and her pulse racing. The men jeering made her happy, made her want to perform for them. She was getting turned on by the action and this scared her. She shook herself. She turned to the first person she saw. "Pardon me, Um...Who do I speak to about a job?" |
 
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