Post by Milk on Sept 20, 2009 0:29:24 GMT -5
The name of the strip joint in this tiny town outside Cyanide City was known as Gentelmen's Club. They wouldn't allow anything else since it was supposed to be a 'family town.'
Bullshit.
Crystal sat outside on the top of a dumpster as her break began. She was almost twenty-two. Her eye flickered around silently before lighting up her cigarette.
Crystal was a five foot three inch tall girl whose weight was healthy enough, though she could probably put on a few to assure some people who cared about her.
Moving on from the basic height and weight, Crystal had ocean blue eyes and pale skin. Her blond hair was straight and long and cut in lots of layers, the last layer of hair having black highlights in it. Her lips were pink.
She was very pretty- or would be. Years ago a vampire kidnapped her and sold her around to other vampires, who raped and tortured her. A long brown scar ran down her back, and her left eye was gone. She wore a black eye patch over it, something simple to cover it up. She had a slight limp in her walk, but she'd learned how to use it to her advantage in the strip-joint- men thought her pitiful appearance was sexy and rough, or they thought it was pitiful and that she needed help. Either way, the current lifestyle she had worked for her.
Sighing, she crushed out her cigarette and fixed her stockings, and returned to her shift at the bar. Tonight was just waitressing, but the next night she was on stage.
Exhaling, she went up to her last table and smiled at them, cooing out sexy things that were wild and rough- and on some part, true- and served the two men up their beers. They smirked and let their eyes touch her in ways she would never permit their hands to, before going to the bar to put their old drinks in the sink.
Meanwhile, across the street, Vex and his gang-boss sat on a bench and watched silently as men came in and out of the strip club. "God, I hate it here," Vex said in Russian to his boss. The boss laughed and remarked in Greek, "Yes, it is rather...boring here. But the atmosphere is nice, and in this piddly dink town, we can make a great profit...You've heard of all the rumors."
Snickering, he nodded. "Yes, I heard of all the secrets this town holds."
Vex stood and stretched, his raven-black hair falling in his blue eyes. "I'm going in for a drink. Where will I see you next?"
"You know where to find me," the boss said and stood, strolling down into the dark street.
Vex went into the club and to the bar side, ignoring the town's small-time strippers and ordering straight from the bar. "Rum and coke," he requested and lit up a cigarette, turning to look at the people in the club. He noted the interesting ones- the one who had been here for two years, the one who would never leave (years here was unknown), the fat ones, the anorexic ones...The one with an eye-patch. All sorts of rumors for each whore here. Vex shrugged and ordered another drink. "Pity," he chuckled and listened to a heavy metal song come on.
Vex relaxed like that way for a long time, occasionally singing in tune to the songs. When he was buzzed like he was, he was rather pleasant and a bit more...well, daring with his hands. Some of the more eager whores who needed more tips would 'flirt' with him and he'd happily touch them and flirt back, losing money like it wasn't a big deal. He probably gave every whore who approached at most thirty-five bucks. He really was a perve at heart, but when he wasn't intoxicated...He held that part inside of him.
Bullshit.
Crystal sat outside on the top of a dumpster as her break began. She was almost twenty-two. Her eye flickered around silently before lighting up her cigarette.
Crystal was a five foot three inch tall girl whose weight was healthy enough, though she could probably put on a few to assure some people who cared about her.
Moving on from the basic height and weight, Crystal had ocean blue eyes and pale skin. Her blond hair was straight and long and cut in lots of layers, the last layer of hair having black highlights in it. Her lips were pink.
She was very pretty- or would be. Years ago a vampire kidnapped her and sold her around to other vampires, who raped and tortured her. A long brown scar ran down her back, and her left eye was gone. She wore a black eye patch over it, something simple to cover it up. She had a slight limp in her walk, but she'd learned how to use it to her advantage in the strip-joint- men thought her pitiful appearance was sexy and rough, or they thought it was pitiful and that she needed help. Either way, the current lifestyle she had worked for her.
Sighing, she crushed out her cigarette and fixed her stockings, and returned to her shift at the bar. Tonight was just waitressing, but the next night she was on stage.
Exhaling, she went up to her last table and smiled at them, cooing out sexy things that were wild and rough- and on some part, true- and served the two men up their beers. They smirked and let their eyes touch her in ways she would never permit their hands to, before going to the bar to put their old drinks in the sink.
Meanwhile, across the street, Vex and his gang-boss sat on a bench and watched silently as men came in and out of the strip club. "God, I hate it here," Vex said in Russian to his boss. The boss laughed and remarked in Greek, "Yes, it is rather...boring here. But the atmosphere is nice, and in this piddly dink town, we can make a great profit...You've heard of all the rumors."
Snickering, he nodded. "Yes, I heard of all the secrets this town holds."
Vex stood and stretched, his raven-black hair falling in his blue eyes. "I'm going in for a drink. Where will I see you next?"
"You know where to find me," the boss said and stood, strolling down into the dark street.
Vex went into the club and to the bar side, ignoring the town's small-time strippers and ordering straight from the bar. "Rum and coke," he requested and lit up a cigarette, turning to look at the people in the club. He noted the interesting ones- the one who had been here for two years, the one who would never leave (years here was unknown), the fat ones, the anorexic ones...The one with an eye-patch. All sorts of rumors for each whore here. Vex shrugged and ordered another drink. "Pity," he chuckled and listened to a heavy metal song come on.
Vex relaxed like that way for a long time, occasionally singing in tune to the songs. When he was buzzed like he was, he was rather pleasant and a bit more...well, daring with his hands. Some of the more eager whores who needed more tips would 'flirt' with him and he'd happily touch them and flirt back, losing money like it wasn't a big deal. He probably gave every whore who approached at most thirty-five bucks. He really was a perve at heart, but when he wasn't intoxicated...He held that part inside of him.