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Gyrate has a minion!
John the Mister Shady Guy
John the Mister Shady Guy
Gyrate
Legacy Name: Gyrate
The
Twilight FeliOwner: SexyFart
Age: 14 years, 1 day
Born: April 27th, 2012
Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: January 17th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Baby take off your coat, real slow
Baby take off your shoes...here I'll take your shoes
Baby take off your dress...yes yes yes,
You can leave your hat on...
As Joe Cocker's husky voice crooned over the speaker system a beautiful woman stood on stage, shimmying out of her clothes, stripping down to lace briefs and bra, very much on display, standing at almost six feet tall in the heels that became evident as she swung round the pole on stage, hanging upside-down as the song ended.
"And that was our girl Gina. Don't forget ladies and gents, these girls work solely for tips..." the DJ's voice was softly admonishing as Gina made her way through the crowd wearing only the scraps of lace that barely protected her modesty. She made her way around the bar, occasionally receiving a dollar in the side of her briefs or into the cup of her bra, deftly sidestepping as more than one man attempted to get handsy.
A patron within earshot of where you're standing asks if she does couch dances. She smiles softly and explains the prices and the no touching rule. The man scowls slightly, shaking his head, claiming there's no point if he can't touch her after paying.
"You're paying for my time, not for my body." her voice is melodic as she raises it just slightly so that other customers can also hear her. She walks away, moving towards you. You fumble in your pocket, knowing you should already have your money out to tip the dancers. Without intending to, you ask if she will do a couch dance for you. She raises an eyebrow, obviously surprised that you asked.She takes you back into a separate partitioned off area and you take your place on one of the couches.
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, let your back roll
Pop pop pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "oh!"
You smile slightly, Christina Milian's voice on the speakers reminding you of the first time you realised what the song was about. Gina sways, swinging her hips and moving in a way that is part dance, part gymnastics and all seduction. All too soon the song reaches its climax and the seduction stops reminding you in its immediacy that this is just about money for the young woman in front of you. You wordlessly stand, smiling slightly, and press a $5 bill into her hand, having paid in advance for the dance. She thanks you softly, sashaying out of the couch room ahead of you.
You resume watching the women dancing, drinking your beer in silence. Redheads, blondes, brunettes, one after the other they dance on stage but none moves quite like Gina. You tip every one of them, a dollar here, two dollars there if they are particularly ambitious. Finally, you watch in awe as Gina walks back onto the stage, dressed in white and silver, a sparkling glittering ensemble that makes her at once both innocent and incredibly sexy.
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more,
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door,
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more
As Gina swings around the pole, acrobatic and fluid, the Def Leppard track plays, memories of her dancing solely for you in the couch room making you wish that the seduction was real, her body yours to touch, to tease, the blood pounding in your ears as she looks out into the crowd, her eyes half closed, lips parted as the crescendo of the song pounds through your blood.
Again, she steps off the stage, making her rounds. Something akin to jealousy almost causes you to react at the men attempting to paw at her.
You sigh softly to yourself as she gets closer, taking the last $10 out of your pocket to slide it against her skin into her briefs, the merest contact with your own skin causing your pulse to leap.
You had known it was a bad idea to revisit the past. So much had changed. And yet in that moment you knew nothing had changed. The water under the bridge, those shared stolen moments when Gina had been yours were still so easy to bring back to the forefront of your mind.
Shaking yourself out of your reverie you turn and walk out of the bar before the next song has ended, knowing you won't be coming back.
Sweat dripping over my body
Dancing getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirty
It's about time for my arrival
If only you hadn't heard that song that night, feeling lonely and miserable at being single again, you would never have gone to The Blue Moon strip joint and you would never have seen the girl who had broken your heart years ago...
Baby take off your shoes...here I'll take your shoes
Baby take off your dress...yes yes yes,
You can leave your hat on...
As Joe Cocker's husky voice crooned over the speaker system a beautiful woman stood on stage, shimmying out of her clothes, stripping down to lace briefs and bra, very much on display, standing at almost six feet tall in the heels that became evident as she swung round the pole on stage, hanging upside-down as the song ended.
"And that was our girl Gina. Don't forget ladies and gents, these girls work solely for tips..." the DJ's voice was softly admonishing as Gina made her way through the crowd wearing only the scraps of lace that barely protected her modesty. She made her way around the bar, occasionally receiving a dollar in the side of her briefs or into the cup of her bra, deftly sidestepping as more than one man attempted to get handsy.
A patron within earshot of where you're standing asks if she does couch dances. She smiles softly and explains the prices and the no touching rule. The man scowls slightly, shaking his head, claiming there's no point if he can't touch her after paying.
"You're paying for my time, not for my body." her voice is melodic as she raises it just slightly so that other customers can also hear her. She walks away, moving towards you. You fumble in your pocket, knowing you should already have your money out to tip the dancers. Without intending to, you ask if she will do a couch dance for you. She raises an eyebrow, obviously surprised that you asked.She takes you back into a separate partitioned off area and you take your place on one of the couches.
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, let your back roll
Pop pop pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "oh!"
You smile slightly, Christina Milian's voice on the speakers reminding you of the first time you realised what the song was about. Gina sways, swinging her hips and moving in a way that is part dance, part gymnastics and all seduction. All too soon the song reaches its climax and the seduction stops reminding you in its immediacy that this is just about money for the young woman in front of you. You wordlessly stand, smiling slightly, and press a $5 bill into her hand, having paid in advance for the dance. She thanks you softly, sashaying out of the couch room ahead of you.
You resume watching the women dancing, drinking your beer in silence. Redheads, blondes, brunettes, one after the other they dance on stage but none moves quite like Gina. You tip every one of them, a dollar here, two dollars there if they are particularly ambitious. Finally, you watch in awe as Gina walks back onto the stage, dressed in white and silver, a sparkling glittering ensemble that makes her at once both innocent and incredibly sexy.
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more,
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door,
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet,
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more
As Gina swings around the pole, acrobatic and fluid, the Def Leppard track plays, memories of her dancing solely for you in the couch room making you wish that the seduction was real, her body yours to touch, to tease, the blood pounding in your ears as she looks out into the crowd, her eyes half closed, lips parted as the crescendo of the song pounds through your blood.
Again, she steps off the stage, making her rounds. Something akin to jealousy almost causes you to react at the men attempting to paw at her.
You sigh softly to yourself as she gets closer, taking the last $10 out of your pocket to slide it against her skin into her briefs, the merest contact with your own skin causing your pulse to leap.
You had known it was a bad idea to revisit the past. So much had changed. And yet in that moment you knew nothing had changed. The water under the bridge, those shared stolen moments when Gina had been yours were still so easy to bring back to the forefront of your mind.
Shaking yourself out of your reverie you turn and walk out of the bar before the next song has ended, knowing you won't be coming back.
Sweat dripping over my body
Dancing getting just a little naughty
Wanna get dirty
It's about time for my arrival
If only you hadn't heard that song that night, feeling lonely and miserable at being single again, you would never have gone to The Blue Moon strip joint and you would never have seen the girl who had broken your heart years ago...