Zavaya
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2021
It had seemed like a nice enough place. Not too far away from the city center and not too expensive. Two things Parker never thought she had to pay attention to. The club however seemed a bit dodgy as she got in. Firstly, getting in was odd. Most guests got checked and questioned and searched but Parker was just let through with a smile from the two female bouncers. A dark skinned lady behind a counter smiled and waved her by as well and then, after she passed through a rather tacky beads curtain she stepped into something that really wasn't what she had been looking for.
She had wanted a bar, to have a few cheap drinks to forget her problems. Not a semi sex club. As she walked over to the bar, she felt the eyes of members and guests upon her. Her latex pants hugged her legs and hips tightly and her short denim jacket revealed her flat stomach coming from under a frayed white tank top. When she reached the bar, she lifted herself onto a stool and grabbed a menu and plucked a strand of her light hair out of her face.
"Pink velvet please."
The bartender, a friendly enough looking guy smiled at her and grabbed a glass and began to make her cocktail.
"You new here?"
"Is it obvious?"
The bartender smiled. He had probably seen his fair share of girls and he nodded in the direction of the stage. Two scarcely clad women, covered in tattoos and cyberware were dancing in a cloud of coloured mist and lights.
"You look a bit too fancy to be a dancer... or a customer really."
Parker scoffed.
"Yeah this is my first time here... I was looking for... something a bit les..."
"Sexy? Smutty? This is a Braindance club love. Welcome to Lizzy's."
Fucking great. Not only was she looked at as a dancer, there was a small chance that somewhere in one of the booths, somebody was actually fucking her. She knew how popular the Westbrooke Sluts series was in certain parts of the world and having recently starred in one.. well.. it might cause her to be seen or recognised in a place like this. Which was ironic because that braindance was the only reason she was here. Her father had seen it and thus experienced fucking his little girl, an experience he could probably have done without and immediately thrown her out. She had ruined his reputation, bla bla bla... and before she knew it, she was out on the streets with just her car and credit cards.
Parker was staying in a hotel in the city center but without an income and still having a luxury lifestyle, funds were running out quickly. The braindance had made her a lot of money and it was tempting to do another, just to get some money. The bartender placed her drink, a chemical fluorescent pink drink with a luminous yellow mist on it in front of her.
"First one's on the house."
Parker thanked him and took a sip of the cocktail and then spotted another lady at the bar. Blue hair, lots of tattoos and some cyber implants on the side of her head. Desperate for some company she moved closed and sat next to the woman.
"Hi... I'm Parker. You a dancer here?"
She had wanted a bar, to have a few cheap drinks to forget her problems. Not a semi sex club. As she walked over to the bar, she felt the eyes of members and guests upon her. Her latex pants hugged her legs and hips tightly and her short denim jacket revealed her flat stomach coming from under a frayed white tank top. When she reached the bar, she lifted herself onto a stool and grabbed a menu and plucked a strand of her light hair out of her face.
"Pink velvet please."
The bartender, a friendly enough looking guy smiled at her and grabbed a glass and began to make her cocktail.
"You new here?"
"Is it obvious?"
The bartender smiled. He had probably seen his fair share of girls and he nodded in the direction of the stage. Two scarcely clad women, covered in tattoos and cyberware were dancing in a cloud of coloured mist and lights.
"You look a bit too fancy to be a dancer... or a customer really."
Parker scoffed.
"Yeah this is my first time here... I was looking for... something a bit les..."
"Sexy? Smutty? This is a Braindance club love. Welcome to Lizzy's."
Fucking great. Not only was she looked at as a dancer, there was a small chance that somewhere in one of the booths, somebody was actually fucking her. She knew how popular the Westbrooke Sluts series was in certain parts of the world and having recently starred in one.. well.. it might cause her to be seen or recognised in a place like this. Which was ironic because that braindance was the only reason she was here. Her father had seen it and thus experienced fucking his little girl, an experience he could probably have done without and immediately thrown her out. She had ruined his reputation, bla bla bla... and before she knew it, she was out on the streets with just her car and credit cards.
Parker was staying in a hotel in the city center but without an income and still having a luxury lifestyle, funds were running out quickly. The braindance had made her a lot of money and it was tempting to do another, just to get some money. The bartender placed her drink, a chemical fluorescent pink drink with a luminous yellow mist on it in front of her.
"First one's on the house."
Parker thanked him and took a sip of the cocktail and then spotted another lady at the bar. Blue hair, lots of tattoos and some cyber implants on the side of her head. Desperate for some company she moved closed and sat next to the woman.
"Hi... I'm Parker. You a dancer here?"
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