Post by deserea on Jun 14, 2009 21:36:58 GMT -5
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RUSSIAN ROULETTE IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT A GUN,
and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun.
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Deserea was at work, as usual, how could she not be, her son needed food and things like that. God that was literally the only reason she was still here. Her son, he was the one thing that kept her strong enough to do this job. She was on the stage in high heals and a little slinky dress that if she bent over you could see her basically see through black underwear. She would do her stripping number and then wait tables in her underwear and high heals the rest of the night. She never quite got to the point where she took it all off on stage anymore. She used to but they told her not too after she had had Riley. She had gotten down to her prepregnancy in the matter of weeks because Riley never gave her any rest when he was an infant. She had always been moving with him trying not to wake the neighbors. Now her number was up she was dancing as she usually did all sexy like and things against the pole trying to get those guys to beg for her to start stripping it all off.
Her dress was a button down one so she had to do everything button by button. She was good at keeping in time to the music. She always stopped when she got the top buttons down and then she’d hike her skirt up a little letting those boys see was was below which was a shear number that didn’t leave much for the imagination. She reached down and stuck her finger into her panties. And laid back on the stage letting the boys see her touch herself. She was making good tips tonight already and she still had to go to the back and change into her next number which would cover more but she was going to be allot less dressed after that one. She had to put on a strapless bra with her next outfit to keep the corset in place and in that one she’d be even more appealing. She finished taking off the dress and started to play with her self again. At which point her she unstrapped her bra and was letting her bare breasts hang out in the open. She continued to play with herself until her song started to come to an end where she finished off by letting her panties fall to the floor. She collected her tips and things before walking into the back. She was glad that her next number didn’t require her fully unclothed again. She looked at the next girl out who had just started there.
Knock them dead kid said Deserea
The girl didn’t respond for obvious reasons, on her first night she didn’t either. She put on the red thong that was going to be used for her next performance. She also put on the red bra that left little to the imagination on. She wasn't the kind of girl who was usually all that comfortable wearing nothing on the stage but she needed the money for her son. She looked up as she was finishing latching the bra up. She saw her boss standing there. She knew what he was going to tell her so she didn't say anything to him just let him talk to her. She was working on putting on the pants and then she put the chaps over the top of the pants. It was going to be an interesting manuver but she'd have to make it work.
You have a lap dance after this one said her boss
She just nodded to what he said about her having a lap dance next, nothing said that she couldn’t still do them she just preferred not to do them. Oh well she couldn’t get out of it now. She grabbed the rest of her costume for the next round of the dancing. She got onto the stage a second time and did her thing with the other girls. She then found the man that she was supposed to give the lap dance too. The lap dances were done as she usually did them get on the guys lap and give him a serious boner. She always got good tips for them though they weren't her favorite thing to do.
As soon as the lap dance was done the redheaded girl went over to the bar and slipped on basically what was her bar tending outfit which was mostly just an apron over the top of her panties well in this case her red thong and the apron was only around her lap so her bra was still in full view of the public that was in there. she was glad she didn't have a boyfriend to get jealous. She knew that she wasn't going home in the clothes she had walked in in. Well she hadn't walked in in much of clothing anyway. She had a trench coat over her sexy underwear and all of that fun.
She hated her job here, she really did, but what could she do. Her son needed food. She needed food. She needed to pay the rent on the apartment she was living in because she couldn't sit there and pretend that she'd be ok without a job. God she wished she could just walk out and quit. She probably would have by now if she hadn't had a baby. Riley was her life and sometimes she worried that he'd find out what she was doing at night. She didn't want her son exposed to the underworld of London. She grabbed the tray of drinks she was kind of working on auto pilot at the moment. And didn't see when she tripped right over a customer. She hit the ground with the drinks and all. She had had enough that night and this wasn't helping her situation.
Shit said Deserea trying to keep the tears from coming down her cheeks.
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