Thought I'd start off with the very first post of a roleplay I did with the wonderful Mr Quixotic. It was the first time I was writing a stripper and if I do say so myself, I was pretty proud of the character's development, future development and the overall outcome of the role play. It ended on a bittersweet moment that satisfied my need for a happy ending to an otherwise truly damaged and severely emotionally vulnerable teenager.
I've Come to Stare. You Want Me to Stare? Mr Quixotic and Malicious Lullaby
It’d always been a thrilling concept. The lights flashing brightly, the thumping music pounding so hard she could feel it in every step she took on the stage, vibrating through her very core; the sheen of sweat on her skin from the warm atmosphere and the rush when men stand up, scream her name and clap for her, knowing that once more, she satisfied their urges and they satisfied hers. They stared. She liked it when they stared.
Jiacinta Posen, or Jinx if you would, used to hate the attention. The only attention she loved and vied for was her parents’. They died when she was sixteen and for two years, she lived in the foster care of Mr. Bradley and his wife, Mrs. Bradley--a couple in their mid-forties who on the surface, appeared to love each other so much. When she first got there at the tender age of sixteen, she honestly believed that Mr. Bradley doted on his wife and Mrs. Bradley was like that of a stay-at-home wife. Homemaker, happy and wanting to start a family at some point. They couldn’t have kids so they took in foster children. Mrs. Bradley was genuinely the way Jinx perceived her at first. She was kind, warm, gentle and always made the best pies. Mr. Bradley on the other hand was cold, vile and harsh towards his wife. But then one night, a week into Jinx staying with them, he came into her room, drunk and sobbing crying mess. He confided in Jinx, the sixteen year old girl who had just lost her parents who was depressed and in an incredibly vulnerable state. Mr. Bradley gave her the kind of attention she missed from her parents. He was practically sprung when it came to her, waiting on her hand and foot, giving her hugs, giving her pet names of endearment and completely doting on her. Not the way a man would dote on his daughter. No, the way Mr. Bradley should have been doting on his wife. The way he’d dote on a lover.
On her seventeenth birthday, it was made official. Mr. Bradley was extremely attracted to the blossoming teenager and she was so consumed by the attention he showered onto her, she had him very easily wrapped around her little finger. She teased him by wearing more revealing clothes, less garments, taunted him by whispering sweet-dirty nothings to him when his wife was present but couldn’t hear and had such a strong grip on his balls that when he finally broke and needed her. Well...when she turned eighteen, she laughed in his face and left. Jinx never truly recovered from her parents’ death. In a moment of vulnerability, she clung to a desperate man’s infatuation of her but never returned it, simply marveling in that attention. So after she left, she was an eighteen year old with no job, no high school diploma and in desperate need of money. She tried working a corner for a few months but with her first ‘client’ she almost didn’t get away. She liked to tease, taunt and torment them, but never go all the way. She was lucky but she realized that being a hooker wasn’t going to work for her. And that was when she stumbled upon the strip club, Luna Sirens.
According to the owner, this man in his late forties with one of those kind of hairstyles where he uses a lot of gel to slick his hair back, wears exquisite suits that are probably made of the finest material and really shiny black shoes, she was a fresh catch, a fruit in the midst of her ripening. She had a pretty face, soft, gentle features for almost all of her baby fat had gone away though mostly still residing in her cheeks, soft brown hair that was silky to touch, a slender body that she knew how to dress to accentuate the curves she did have and long legs that would look divine in a pair of heels, walking all over the hearts of every man who would come to see her. In other words, she looked the part of a virgin and the men who came to his club, loved knowing a virgin was on stage, fantasizing about all the things they could possibly to her but of course, never having her. Naturally, Jinx was hired and with a nickname like hers, she already had a perfect stripper name. Jinx, a curse upon all men who wanted just to gander.
Her first dance was an overwhelming one for her. She’d been nervous, so nervous that she forgot to start taking her clothes off until almost the end. But even though she hadn’t shown much skin until the very end, she had a stroke of genius to strip naked, climb on the pole and twirl, spin, with her legs open in a perfect split. The crowd roared, dollar bills were showering onto her stage and she loved the rush. That rush she got of every man’s fantasy on that stage, teasing, taunting and tormenting them. And thus it began…
“Jinx!” She turned her head and hazel eyes landed on her boss, the owner and he looked trifling mad. So she smiled a sweet smile full of saccharine and walked to him, turning her entire body into view. She wore a full body suit made of only lace. It was see through and gave such tantalizing views of her entire figure that her boss had to do a double take when he saw just what she was wearing. It was there she knew that if he tried to reprimand her again, he’d fail because of what she chose to wear.
“Yes?”
He stared at her, not at her face, but at her body, blinking his eyes and taking a moment. Taking a moment, in Jinx’s eyes, to fully appreciate what she was presenting to him. In his mind, thinking of all the ways he’d love to pop her sweet cherry.
“We need to talk.”
“About?”
“Um…” He was still staring. “I don’t remember.” He grumbled.
She patted his shoulder. “Well, when you remember, talk to me after my dance. Toodles!” And she scampered off, with an extra sway to her hips and pep to her step, drawing him to look back at her as she left and curse his own sick libido. Jinx went back stage to the dressing room, a long and big one that all the girls shared with their own section. There were twenty dancers, all specializing in their own variety of dancing that attracted different pools of men. Jinx specialized in the ‘jail bait’ kind, bringing in all kinds of men who would fantasize about the dirty things they’d do to jail bait. Luckily she wasn’t actually jail bait. But she dressed like one and looked like one. If it weren’t for an ID card she had, no one would believe she was actually eighteen. She was indeed but when she was on stage, it was long forgotten how young she looked and was. She started dancing and captured the hearts (and balls) of such powerful men.
That night, her line up was jail bait, always being what she started out with, then Catholic school girl and finally, Daisy Duke. She put on her jail bait costume, this orange two piece that was a sexier and revealing version of the orange jumpsuit. She paired it with white hooker heels, white stockings that had lace tops and kept her hair down, curling it a little bit for extra bounce and then put her orange cap on. She walked out on stage just as she was being announced and it was a roar of applause. She started with a dance to a song about a girl telling her daddy that she’s been bad (I’m sure a song exists xD) and by the end of it, she was down to her knickers, and that’s when the music slowed to a more thumping bass and beats, the lights dimmed and it was a slow, sensual dance. She looked like she was in the throes of passion, or on her way and she worked the pole. Side to side, spin and swirl, she was flexible and she knew it, showcasing her body’s versatility through her movements. Her finish? She crawled up the stage, slowly and to the beats, locked eyes with one man, one man only, a gentleman she hadn’t seen in a while and even then, he didn’t look strikingly familiar and it was like she was crawling straight to him. Then she smiled a playful, innocent smile as she turned on her side, looking over her shoulder and her hair pushed over to one side where she kept his gaze. A soft sigh came from her as the music dies out and her body fell back. But her legs were tucked underneath her, bent and her arms were spread above her head. Her back was arched so it pushed her chest up. She literally bent backwards. Applause and then the lights faded. She took her time to collect her money, collect her costume and then was off the stage when the spotlight came back on.
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