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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 11, 2012 21:19:29 GMT 1
Billie had put in a 6 hour work day and after a quick shower and change she should by all accounts be exhausted but instead was feeling rather refreshed and ready to go. So she'd slipped into a pair of skin tight black jeans and a dark green over-sized top that hung off one shoulder. She piled her dark auburn hair on top of her head rather artfully and carefully applied some make up that only enhanced her bright hazel eyes more. She chose a pair of slightly heeled knee high leather boots to round out her outfit. With one last look in the full length mirror of her tiny apartment room she smiled at herself and grabbed her bag.
Belinda headed out down town to a bar she had heard about through the grape vine of her co workers. Skins was owned by a man named Hugo Jackson. She wondered if he was the son of the Jackson that her father had worked with. New Vegas being as small as it was, the chances were pretty good. The construction community of the city was pretty tight knit and tended to stay in touch.
Finding the bar she smiled and headed up to the dark door. It didn't look to be open quiet yet as she had come early with the hopes of trying out for a dancer position. Everyone had always told her she was good. It was time to put that to the test. She knocked and then stepped inside.
It was dimly lit, with many of the chairs still upside down on the small round tables that littered the floor. The stage was set along the back wall and came out to rounded point in the center of the main floor. The bar was across from the stage over looking everything. She paused taking it all in and smiled slightly. This would be a learning experience if anything, she thought to herself pleased that she'd made up her mind to follow her dream.
"Hello?" She called out.
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Post by hugo on Mar 11, 2012 21:38:39 GMT 1
Hugo couldn't help but flinch when the light came on. Reaching for the side of the bed, he grabbed dark sunglasses from the night stand and blinked behind them until he focused and saw James in the doorway. With a groan the club owner pulled back the covers and stood, pulling on the paor of clean boxers that lay over the chair by the window. You were late for the meeting. It's almost opening time. I believe someone is in the bar for you.
Grumbling Hugo stepped toward the youth, employed as a stage hand and now more like his assistant than anything. "Who?"
One of your women it seems...
Jackson nodded approvingly and made his way downstairs, not bothering to put on any more clothes as he stretched.
Skin was underground, and with only the bar lights on, Hugo took off his sunglasses and put them on the stage. In the dim light he couldn't tell who the woman was, as if it mattered, and so approached her, though she faced away from him.
Almost silently he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled har back ahainst his bear chest, grinning as he murmurred. "Welcome."
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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 11, 2012 22:00:21 GMT 1
Belinda was lost in the thought for several moments as she stood there waiting for someone to show up. The warm bare arms that wrapped around her and pulled her close up against a solidly build chest were a bit of a shock and she let out a small startled sound of surprise. The sound of a slightly husky male voice tickled her ear.
"And what a welcome this is." She replied. Her hands slid down and back to feel the thin fabric of shorts that covered a rather firm ass. Billie was no stranger to flirting and wasn't about to let this chance to grope escape her.
"I am looking for Hugo Jackson, any idea on where I might find him stud?" She said and gave his ass cheeks a squeeze as she did.
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Post by dmitrius on Mar 11, 2012 22:37:18 GMT 1
A growl of approval vibrated in Hugo's chest as the woman felt at his ass. His own hands stroked their way along her stomach to her hips playing with the fabric of her shirt pulling it slowly up while his head dipped to her neck. As Hugo took in the feminine scent he kissed the bare skin gently, his lips pulled in a smirk.
"To what do i owe this pleasure, my dear...?" He allowed the question to trail off. Honestly, he didn't know this woman. But the club owner was never one to pass up the chance of such...company. He didn't move too far up her stomach, his tattooed armstracing circles on her skin before she asked.
"Hugo? What do you want him for? You've got me here..." again his lips met her neck, this time letting his teeth graze against the sensetive skin. He wanted to know her intent before going too far.
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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 11, 2012 23:12:50 GMT 1
The taunt muscles of her stomach tightened as his hands shifted over her skin. His fingers were slightly rough but not to much so that were uncomfortable or unwelcome. Her head tilted slightly to the side so as to give him better access to her neck as his lips brushed against her heated skin.
"Humm... this pleasure seems to be all mine at the moment.. " She murmured under his attentions with a soft sigh. His arms were strong and well defined that she could tell. Her own hands shifted from his ass to his hips and down the outer part of his thighs before coming back up as her nails gently scratched along his skin, pulling his boxers up higher.
She didn't mind the attention but was beginning to wonder just who this stranger was that held her captive for the moment. "Well I think that's the other way around and you have me.. but I would eventually like to speak with Hugo about a job. I am... " She trailed off as his teeth grazed against her neck and her body warmed in all the right places. "A dancer." She managed to say in a purr of arousal. To hell with finding Hugo she'd just have to audition another night. Who ever this was that had her definitely knew what buttons to push to gain her full and undivided attention. It had been a long time since she'd been with anyone too.
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Post by hugo on Mar 11, 2012 23:44:19 GMT 1
Hugo's teasing touch continued on as she replied, a contented sigh escaping his lips as she tugged at his boxers. Kissing up her exposed neck, Hugo nibbled at the woman's ear, growling with his own arousal.
"A dancer...?" An obviously saddened sigh fell from Hugo's lips. "Well, baby...i'm sorry to say. This ends here." He let go of her, leaving a final gentle stroke of his large hands across her stomach as he stepped away, jumping nimbly over the bar, he reached under.
Producing two glasses and a large bottle of whiskey he grinned and grabbed a cigar as well. "You don't mind, right?" with her consent he would light up, otherwise he would merely chew at the cigar.
In that moment Hugo realised that he hadn't explained his reasons for moving away. "Sorry," He offered his hand. "I'm Hugo Jackson. You are?"
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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 12, 2012 2:42:05 GMT 1
Her skin tingled under his teasing ministrations. His growl sent a shiver down her spine and teased a moan from her lips, as she leaned into him. The sad sigh that followed left her slightly confused as he pulled away and she almost thought she'd done something wrong.
"Well that was... certainly a tease. " She trailed off as he hopped the bar and pulled out two glasses as well as a cigar. With a shrug of her shoulders she shook her head no. "No, not in the least." she finished and took a few steps forward bringing herself up to the bars edge. Her father favored a pipe every now and again when he could sneak one that was. Momma was pretty dead set against him doing so, but Belinda was certain her mother knew when Poppa had, had a smoke.
She sighed somewhat regretfully as he introduced himself. That would explain the sudden with drawl. She gave him a nod as she sadly smiled. "Belinda Teirnan and I can honestly say I'm now a little hopeful I wont get the job." She added teasing just a little bit. It was an honest and respectable man to pull back from what was obviously a good time between them both. She knew that if she did get the job then at least there wouldn't be any unwanted advances or any such.. even though they wouldn't be unwelcome. He was a fine looking man with a hell of an ass. She could keep her hands to herself though too if need be.
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Post by hugo on Mar 13, 2012 20:26:04 GMT 1
Hugo frowned as he poured whiskey into the two glasses. Unresolved sexual tension was one of his biggest pet peeves, and this woman was particularly hot, which made it all the more difficult to hold himself back. He knocked back half of his drink, nudging the other glass towards the dancer.
"Hehe, i'm sorry. Club policy. I'm not allowed near employees...Or prospective employees even" He grinned boyishly, if she had heard of him then she ought to know his reputation, and would be prepared if she knew. Most of his auditionees ended up out of a job before they even reached the stage, James had been the one to enforce the rule since then. Hugo didn't doubt that he was watching them right this moment.
Pouring himself more alcohol, and Belinda should she need it, Jackson put the bottle back under the bar. "Teirnan? My pop worked with a guy by that name." He shrugged it off.
"If you feel that way, we could forget the audtion," Hugo leaned closer, his elbow on the bar between them and his lip pulled into a sexy smirk. "and i'll have you right here on the bar." The club owner winked.
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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 13, 2012 23:06:56 GMT 1
Not feeling like standing she slid her ass up into a bar stool and hooked her heels over foot rest that encircled the lower part. She took the glass of amber liquid and tossed the drink back. The slow burn of alcohol left her feeling warm inside as well as out. She couldn't help but return his cheeky grin. He definitely would be much more fun to work with.. or for then her grouchy foreman.
"I see." She said before taking the newly filled glass. This one she would savor. "Dad had many years in construction he's finally retired." She added before taking a slow sip of the whiskey. Being an Irishman's daughter she could hold her liquor but preferred a clear head when talking business.
Her brow rose at his invitation and Billie took a long moment to weigh her options. She really did want a chance to dance but then again he was devilishly handsome and she'd been feeling rather lonely of late. Choice's, choices. She reached out and ran her fingers down the side of his face in a feather light touch before cupping his chin. "As promising as that sounds and appeals to me Hugo." She said drawing out his name with a regretful sigh. "I'll stick with the chance to audition.. after all there's a chance you won't like my dancing." She finished with a wink of her own before letting go of his scruffy chin. Billie found herself wondering if she'd made a choice she'd regret but if there was a fire there.. it would find a way to burn on way or another. Patience was a virtue she happened to have in spades.
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Post by hugo on Mar 18, 2012 23:17:06 GMT 1
The lecherous club owner was used to having attractive, confident women surrounding him, but of course, Billie was new meat, and he couldn't help but be intrigued. The brunette clearly didn't know much about him, or the club, and yet she happily kept up in her flirtation.
Hugo grinned, pouring a third time before capping the bottle and putting it under the bar, knowing that even a small amount of alcohol was very expensive in such harsh times. James wouldn't allow it to slip under the radar, but the young man wasn't exactly his priority at the moment. The bald man returned his mischeivious blue eyes to the tanned dancer, grinning.
"I don't know if my old man's still working, we don't exactly talk anymore." Quickly enough, he shrugged off the subject and perked up after a momentary frown. A smirk playing on his lips as she stroked his cheek. "Such a tease, woman....well then..." He raised his hand, pointing to the stage, where a single spotlight was already switched on, holding centre stage. "How about that audition? And then we can decide where this goes?"
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Post by knightrathvan on Mar 19, 2012 3:28:51 GMT 1
"Ah well.. what's a girl to do with such a charming fellow if not at least try to stir the pot some." She said with a chuckle and glanced at the stage that he indicated. Her body relaxed with a sigh and she nodded. "Yes, I'm sure we will."
Belinda left her hand bag on the chair and made her way over to the stage. She found the short set of steps and took them. She was thankful that she'd had the sense enough to do some stretches after work and was limber enough. A smile played across her lips as she looked out over the empty chairs. She was going to do this and nail it, was her motivational thought as she took position just behind the spot light and set her feet right in front of left and bent all the way down to her toes.
Her hands lightly rested on her ankles and she slowly started to pull herself back up letting her hands glide over her body as she undulated her hips from front to back side to side letting the entire movement flow from her toes to her shoulders. She began to walk out into the middle of the spot light and closed her eyes feeling the song she wanted to audition to.
"You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too "
She sang softly, mostly to herself then anything as there was no music to dance to. Her steps took her forward slowly each one articulated and gracefully exaggerated to show off how finely shaped her body was. She ran her hands up her sides and into her hair slowly letting it fall back down as she did a kick out then spun around and looked out at Hugo over her shoulder singing the next verse.
"You're sittin' there and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too "
Her eyes were almost closed, as she sang on and kept moving doing a slow seductive walk back into the light were she let him see how shapely the back side of her was. With each step her hips rolled and her ass swayed from side to side Her hands were never still but moved making her appear to flow. Coming to almost the back of the stage she leaned up against the curtain and rubbed her body half way down before coming back up again..
"If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' from door to door
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too "
Coming down the steps she played her hands over the backs of the chairs as if they were filled with men watching her and her lips formed a sexy sultry pout as she leaned back onto the edge of the stage and moved her right foot up her leg stopping just above her left knee and suddenly kicking out. Her head thrown back to give ample view of her chest which while not huge was ample enough.
She slowly straightened up and made a slow sultry strut back over to the bar. Keeping her eye on Hugo the whole time. As she continued to play her hands over her hips and chest. Just as she got to him she leaned in close and sang the last few lines, "I fell for your jivin' and I took you in. Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin," before pulling back and giving him a come hither look as she walked back to the end of the stage..
"Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do"
She finished with a slight bow and flourish of her hand in his direction and smiled waiting for him to say something. Belinda was feeling quiet pleased with herself too.
(( Why don't you Do Right by Peggy Lee.. Jessica Rabbit version for inspiration. ))
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Post by hugo on Apr 2, 2012 11:01:45 GMT 1
Once again, the muscled club owner jumped over the bar, this time to sit on one of the many empty bar stools. Hugo stretched his arms wide and then up while Belinda made her way to the stage before leaning back on his elbows against the bar to watch her. His grin never left his face, though he shivered a little. Perhaps the club owner's grudge against clothes had been taken a bit too far. In the emptiness before opening time it was freezing in the cavernous club.
The thought and feeling of cold, however, quickly melted away as Belinda took the stage and began singing accapella. Her stage prescence was phenomenal. Somehow she managed to fell the space, even in the silence between each line. Every step was confident, every kick prescise. Hugo's face managed to keep its cool expression as Billie made her way through the "crowd". Their eyes were locked, even at a distance, his foot tapping with the slow tempo, despite the lack of music.
As she leaned to him, he pecked her lips and winked, he roguish smile never leaving his face as he watched her walk her way back to the stage. As she bowed his hands let out an echoing applause. "Brilliant! Though i think fever might have suited you just as well."
Hugo stood, making his way slowly to the stage. "Now. The descision..." He couldn't just let talent like that go, could he? The business man in his mind was beating down the womaniser and with a sigh he nodded, sure he wouldn't feel so terrible by later tonight, but he did hate to turn down such delightful company. "...We do things cabaret style twice a week. You keep any tips that customers give you, on top of your weekly pay, which is determined by how many performances you make a week. We'll start you in thursday next week, band practices are held at noon monday, wednesday and friday. Got it?" The business man in his brain was certainly on form today. "And lastly...the other nights held are a little more strip club staple, y'get me? If you want involved we'll see what we can do, right?"
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Post by knightrathvan on Apr 5, 2012 2:19:33 GMT 1
Her whole being radiated with pride that she'd done it. Not only that she'd done it but, Billie was fairly confidant that she'd nailed it. His applause only made her smile deepen. She chuckled as he mentioned Fever. It was a great tune but not one she knew as well. Belinda tucked it away though and made a mental note to practice a routine to that one for next time.
If there was a next time. Cabaret style she could handle as she sank down and swung her legs over so she was sitting on the edge of the stage. As he continued, on. She could handle that and well the tips would be just a bonus considering what she was paid for working on the construction site. She winced slightly at the mention of Noon practices. That may be a little difficult.
"I know this is going to be awe fully forward of me Hugo, but I have a day job and may be a little late for practice and not able to stay for all of it. They only give us an hour for lunch break. It's not something I'd like to tell you right off the bat an all but I want to be fair to you and to others that work here." Billie told him candidly as she could. It wouldn't do to be late for practices and keep others waiting on her, but this was a part time job to her not a full time.. at least not right now.
She shrugged at the mention of strip club style, and gave him a once over. She could defiantly see that the name of the club came quiet honestly to its owner. "I'll consider it." She told him honestly and hopped off the stage to stand by him.
"Thank you for a chance to do something I really love to do." She added still on a bit of a rush from having done so well and being granted the chance to work as a dancer. She only hopped that working her other job wouldn't interfere to much.
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