Post by charlette ignatia lorette on Jun 19, 2010 2:01:21 GMT -5
"thanks baby boy." a pair of bright led rips purred as they pulled away from his ear, a sign that she was done with her dance. she winked at the man once before turning her back to him and walking off to the back room, completely sure that his eyes were boring onto her body - absorbing her near perfect curves - as she walked away. charlette lorette knew she was beautiful, she knew that she had an affect on people. it wasn't anything new to her; she had been able to manipulate people with both her voice and body for a long time now, and it only aided her in playing off the customer's lust for the sake of a tip. char's job wasn't an easy one - as most people so ignorantly assumed - it was one that requires one to be sure of themselves; to be confident in the way one moves. and that fit charlette down to a T. after being told she was gorgeous - not to mention drop dead sexy - about a million times, she was very sure of herself; which was why she was one of the best of what she did. she had that confidence that men craved when they came to the club, and she was well known amongst the customers. if anyone was requested; it was her. she was on the top of her profession, and it seemed that she only became more and more popular with each night that past at the small, dark club that sat peacefully in downtown los angelos. it was home to the curvy brunette, and she took comfort in it's darkly lit rooms.
a small smile had formed on her lips as she entered the back room, laughing at a few of the younger, inexperienced girls. they looked so delicate; so fragile as if they were going to break if you touched them. char personally hated how thin they allowed the girls to be; mostly because she didn't see how being a bean pole was attractive. sure, she wasn't the skinniest girl at the club, but she had all the right curves in all the right places; and the men at the club seemed to notice too. she was a jem; an important part to the club, and it gave her a rather large ego. hence why she thought it was okay to walk around the club, acting like she owned the place. because in a way; she did. she was the one who earned the most tips, and she was the one who everyone wanted. and she knew it too. and the reason why she was so well liked was because she didn't show favoritism; like all the other girls tended to. all the girls had that one customer - the one they were the kindest to, the one they looked forward to seeing. and usually, the one who tipped them the most. and that's where most girls made their mistakes. customers noticed when you favored one above the rest and it made it hard for them to want those girls who were so willing for someone else. charlette didn't have any favorites, thus she seemed to succeed the most. men loved her - for her curves, for her fiery attitude - and overall because she made them feel good about themselves. and it was all manipulation.
after putting her tips in her wallet, she adjusted her black lacey bra before then walking back out; her dark eyes searching for someone to keep her busy. dahlia - her only competition - wasn't here tonight, and char hated those few nights where her best friend was absent; leaving her alone with the other girls. a frown had formed on her red lips at the idea of being alone, but then she wiped it off her face, not wanting to appear unhappy. it wasn't too crowded tonight; just a few groups of friends here and there, maybe a bachelor party, but not much other then that. char hadn't really danced for many guys tonight, seeing as she tended to flirt more than dance. yes, she was sexual, but that didn't necessarily mean she was always rubbing up on the men that walked through the doors of the strip club. she didn't dance all that much; which was probably why she was desired the most. char knew that convenience bored men - as it bore her too - so she tended to avoid dancing for too many people when given the chance. as her eyes swept the club, she noticed a man - looking somewhere in his early twenties - walk in, and she couldn't help but make a move towards him. god he was attractive. sure she'd seen plenty of attractive men while working here, but god was he in the top ten. as she walked up to him, she smirked, letting her inner vixen come out as she watched him take a seat. none of the other girls had noticed him, and she took this window of opportunity to claim him. brushing her hair back, she turned and took a seat - straddling him - in his lap. innocently, she cocked her head to the side while she let her hands trail down his chest playfully. "hey handsome. care for a dance?" she smirked, admiring the cologne he wore, trying her hardest to behave herself. yes, this man was very attractive, but at the same time; they had protocol here. she looked up at him, her eyes glinting with a hint of lust, curiosity, and something else. something foreign to the twenty one year old; nervousness.
a small smile had formed on her lips as she entered the back room, laughing at a few of the younger, inexperienced girls. they looked so delicate; so fragile as if they were going to break if you touched them. char personally hated how thin they allowed the girls to be; mostly because she didn't see how being a bean pole was attractive. sure, she wasn't the skinniest girl at the club, but she had all the right curves in all the right places; and the men at the club seemed to notice too. she was a jem; an important part to the club, and it gave her a rather large ego. hence why she thought it was okay to walk around the club, acting like she owned the place. because in a way; she did. she was the one who earned the most tips, and she was the one who everyone wanted. and she knew it too. and the reason why she was so well liked was because she didn't show favoritism; like all the other girls tended to. all the girls had that one customer - the one they were the kindest to, the one they looked forward to seeing. and usually, the one who tipped them the most. and that's where most girls made their mistakes. customers noticed when you favored one above the rest and it made it hard for them to want those girls who were so willing for someone else. charlette didn't have any favorites, thus she seemed to succeed the most. men loved her - for her curves, for her fiery attitude - and overall because she made them feel good about themselves. and it was all manipulation.
after putting her tips in her wallet, she adjusted her black lacey bra before then walking back out; her dark eyes searching for someone to keep her busy. dahlia - her only competition - wasn't here tonight, and char hated those few nights where her best friend was absent; leaving her alone with the other girls. a frown had formed on her red lips at the idea of being alone, but then she wiped it off her face, not wanting to appear unhappy. it wasn't too crowded tonight; just a few groups of friends here and there, maybe a bachelor party, but not much other then that. char hadn't really danced for many guys tonight, seeing as she tended to flirt more than dance. yes, she was sexual, but that didn't necessarily mean she was always rubbing up on the men that walked through the doors of the strip club. she didn't dance all that much; which was probably why she was desired the most. char knew that convenience bored men - as it bore her too - so she tended to avoid dancing for too many people when given the chance. as her eyes swept the club, she noticed a man - looking somewhere in his early twenties - walk in, and she couldn't help but make a move towards him. god he was attractive. sure she'd seen plenty of attractive men while working here, but god was he in the top ten. as she walked up to him, she smirked, letting her inner vixen come out as she watched him take a seat. none of the other girls had noticed him, and she took this window of opportunity to claim him. brushing her hair back, she turned and took a seat - straddling him - in his lap. innocently, she cocked her head to the side while she let her hands trail down his chest playfully. "hey handsome. care for a dance?" she smirked, admiring the cologne he wore, trying her hardest to behave herself. yes, this man was very attractive, but at the same time; they had protocol here. she looked up at him, her eyes glinting with a hint of lust, curiosity, and something else. something foreign to the twenty one year old; nervousness.
HI IT'S KATIE AGAIN. THIS POST IS FOR LINDY AS EZRA, AND IT HAS 941 WORDS. OH AND CHAR IS CURRENTLY WEARING THIS. PS, THIS IS ME BEING MUSEFUL FOR CHEZRA~