The Art of Seduction (nothingbutporcelain and xLightningXero01x)

[nothingbutporcelain]

Callie tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she walked into the strip club, immediately heading to the back room so she could get ready for her show. At her high school she had been on the dancing team so she was very experienced with dancing. People probably wouldn't be all that shocked to find out she was now stripping. Everyone at her school knew about how messed up her life was. Ever since she lost her mother things had really gone downhill for her. She was always a bit of a wild child but that was mostly because her father took her virginity when she was young so she never really recovered from that. She was damaged goods. The only place she belonged was now at the strip club. She liked her work because it wasn't all that challenging and she was really good at it but sometimes it felt degrading. When she got to give lap dances to hot, charming men it was lots of fun but it wasn't so much fun when she had to give them to over-weight men who were disgusting. Those kind of men always touched her when she had the no touching rule. Sometimes she was so desperate for money that she'd allow them to touch her for a little extra money and she'd even give them head or let them fuck her if they paid her enough. She knew she was a hooker now but she tried not to think about it. That was why she drank and did so many drugs. They helped her forget how messed up her life really was.

Callie sat in the makeup chair and added lots of black eye liner and mascara, knowing her makeup needed to be very dramatic so all of the guys in the crowd would be able to see it. Her long blonde hair was worn down and in soft curls. She was a very thin girl but luckily she did have some curves. Her stomach was perfectly flat but her chest was some what large. She wasn't huge or anything but it looked good with her thin frame. It would have looked odd if she had huge breasts. Guys would like her because she had more than enough for them to grab but they weren't too huge. Guys had always liked them in the past so she hoped they would like her tonight and tip her a lot. Callie had on a bright red laced, push up bra and a matching g string. On her feet were five inch black stiletto heels that made her impossibly long legs look even longer than they really were. Callie was a fairly short girl, only 5'1" and she was very small in size, probably weighing ninety-five pounds at most. She was very fragile and breakable looking so most guys figured she wouldn't be into rough, wild sex but they were always wrong about her. Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. She could be a real animal in the bedroom.

She took a deep breath before leaving the dressing room. This is what she did every night of the week. It was lots of fun in the beginning but she definitely didn't get the thrill she used to get when first stepping on stage. The guys still loved her, of course. Ever since the first night she worked here the guys loved her. Everyone knew she was the best and got the biggest tips. All the other girls pretty much hated Callie and tried to make her life a living hell because they were so jealous of her. They couldn't take knowing some seventeen year old was better than they were when they'd been doing this for years. So her job definitely wasn't ideal but she really had no other choice. She'd be completely broke without this job.

Callie finally walked onto stage, smirking as the crowd went wild and started screaming out her name. Callie slid her fingers down her seductive curves, moving her hips with the rhythm of the music, sliding alluringly up and down the length of the hard pole and felt how her body was heating. She shivered as desire took over her body and moaned softly. She then climbed her pole till she reached the top and wrapped her legs around it, swaying her silken hair to the rhythm of the music, feeling how her heartbeat was rising up as the cold steel rubbed her inner thighs and turned her on.

Callie always loved being on stage. There was nothing more thrilling than hearing everyone scream out your name and knowing that they all wished they could fuck you. Of course they weren't screaming out 'Callie' since that wasn't the name she used for stripping. They were all calling out 'Candy' which was her stripper name. Still it sounded like music to her ears. Whenever she got on stage the excitement always took over and she lost herself in her dancing. She was the best stripper here for a reason. She made eye contact with almost every guy at least once while she was on stage because she wanted to make them all feel special. The more special they felt the more they would tip her. Callie would be lying if she said she wasn't doing this for the money. Sure she was also doing it because it was a great thrill and so much fun but she was a seventeen year old girl who was broke living in a crappy studio apartment where she had to fuck her landlord instead of paying rent because she couldn't afford it. Plus she had an expensive shopping habit. Without her job she would never be able to afford all the nice designer clothing she loved so much. If she didn't always blow her money on silly things like clothes and manis and pedis then she'd probably have the money to pay her rent but Callie was just used to using her body to get what she wanted. She'd been this way for years. She had a perfect body so she might as well use it to her advantage.

Callie leaned forward against the pole, showing her ass to the dance floor and flipped her skirt upwards for a brief second, just long enough to flash a view of what is underneath. She then took it back down into its place and smiled devilishly. She giggled softly and spanked her ass, smirking as the crowd began to scream out even louder than before. They always loved it when she was on stage. She was the youngest girl here and also the sexiest one. Technically she shouldn't have been stripping since she was only seventeen but luckily she was able to convince her boss to let her work here. The second she gave him her own little private dance he hired her immediately. All she had to do was grind her ass against his crotch and he was a sucker for her. Of course they ended up having sex at some point. He said she could keep working here as long as she gave him sex once a month. He was a married man but weren't they all? Callie wasn't proud of her life but it was the way she was used to living. She kept hoping someone would come save her from this life she lived but she knew it would never happen.

 

[xLightningXero01x]

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Working at a weapons dealer shop it was now turning to 6pm on the clock as Damien was doing and finishing up the last bit of cleaning around he had to before he'd decide it was time to go home. Even though he worked at a shop that sold weapons and military type gear it was only his part time job and his full time job was that of being a mercenary although he'd only go out on that job whenever someone called him to hire him. He took on every kind of mission on that job rather he'd be part of some small or big military contract or even a terrorist group as nothing was too dangerous for him since he'd seen it all already. He knew that the lifestyle he chose to live wouldn't allow him to be much of a social type of person so the only real socializing he got to do was when he worked at the shop he ran with his few employees that he hired to take care of the place while he'd be gone on his other job on some hired contract. Also coming with the job and lifestyle of that of a mercenary aside from not having much of a social life it also kept him from meeting any woman in his life as well as dating since in most cases alot women wouldn't be able to handle dating someone like him with his profession. Although there was the time where he had found a woman in his life and it did last for a good 5 years until she finally decided she couldn't take it anymore and one night after getting home she was gone and never came back. While also not knowing he had gotten the woman pregnant and had no clue he had a child of his own and that it was a daughter but since that break up and being left broken hearted he never bothered dating a woman ever again.

Working the store he owned and living the lifestyle he did Damien had short black hair and blue eyes and stood well over 6'0"ft tall while weighting at 200lbs with a broad muscular body and he worked out every day since the mercenary job he does requires him to stay in shape physically and mentally. Once the shop was cleaned and everything on the shelves was neatly aligned Damien walked out of the shop and locked the door before he started heading home and he didn't live in a nice neighborhood or house he lived in a bit of a run-down apartment complex but it wasn't all that bad. Once having had arrived home Damien thought he'd probably go down to the strip club for a while and maybe find some whore he could let loose on as he started changing out of his work clothes and into something more fashionable and attracting. Slipping on the new outfit he wore a pair of custom made baggy forest camouflage pants that had chains going all along down the sides of them that some mall goth would wear. Then he'd put on a pair of black leather and red laced steel toed combat boots with buckle straps as well that had spikes going down the sides and fake blood stains splattered all over them. Then he grabbed a green fishnet top and slipped that on which was the last part of the outfit before he headed out of his apartment again.

After heading out Damien started walking towards the location where the strip club was located at as he walked along the sidewalks of the street and it wasn't that far off either as it was only an hour and a half walk. Once having had left the shop and arrived home to change clothes and when he got to the strip club it'd be somewhere around 8:00pm as he walked through the front entrance of the club. Looking around at all the people that were there and then towards the dancing stage Damien then saw an empty chair that sat close to the stage and he went ahead as he took the seat and leaned back as he relaxed hoping the girl dancing would notice him.