Post by Leila Rebecca Vixen on Jul 22, 2013 22:41:26 GMT -5
Vix had gone through her closet lazily. Most of the shit in here was—oddly enough—from Talon. Which was fucked up but apparently not all of her clothes were classy (read here slutty, not classy, she thought with a roll of her eyes) enough for the fucker’s taste and being that she did work in his club and apparently “owning” her gave him the right, he had fixed that. She skipped over those with a roll of her eyes-and pretending she didn’t find them gorgeous and hadn’t worn them on many an occasion. It was more because she was going for a specific look, and one that didn’t apply to the classier sense of taste.
Despite the fact that she was working on the third floor tonight.
She was working a very special hour on a very special night on the third floor. This was not usually the sort of slot the “entertainers” drew. It was reserved more for the dancers, and those who were more the sort that usually worked on the third floor—Vix was more a second floor dancing on the bar to keep the customers happy sort of chick. But she was always amused to get this slot. The center, circular raised platform in the middle of the room.
And it was the night where that included a bit of a show, usually just a strip tease, but Vix was in a bit of an exhibitionist sort of mood tonight. Especially if she could attract the attention fo someone with rougher tastes—she usually did, most people knew that Vix was a masochist who would go for absolutely anything. She wasn’t sure if Talon would approve but fuck him, she wasn’t publicly his pet being that most people thought she was an azure vamp and they were happily both keeping it that way. That way the fucker got to blackmail her, and she got to keep up her charade with the back up of knowing if she got in trouble, she had him to fall back on to save her ass.
Speaking off. She grabbed the hateful bracelet, disguised as a charm bracelet, that her mark as a pet, Talon’s pet, hung from. And shoved it in her bag where no one could see it. Just in case, she always kept it on her.
But she intended to have little else. On her that is. She dressed in lacy black underthings, delicate and ever so slightly see through, including garters and all the trappings, it was the underthings that were important. That and then she slipped a leather dress on, one with a zipper that went all the way down, to give a bit of a show. Why not? That was the point of her gig tonight, after all.
The shoes were just as important, and in the end she chose her suade, ankle high, fuck me boots. She loved these babies, fit her just right and accentuated everything just right. Fuck yes.
Then with a smirk, she was out of there. She had a time to meet, thank you very much. And she was going to be actually working the floor—but not taking any customers—before she took the position that was oh so desired because it had the best tips. She wondered if this was a bribe from Talon but brushed it off. He didn’t make the schedule and why the fuck would he be bribing her? That was a bit of a ridiculous idea. Fuck. Anyway, she shook her head and finished getting everything she wanted together, checking around the room just to double check. And then she grinned. She was so in a bit of an exhibitionist mood tonight. But when was she not?
She was off to Indulgence just like that, it wasn’t too far of a walk which was good being that she didn’t own a car. Who needed a car when she lived close to everything she needed? Which was surprising considering how huge the freaking sector was but whatever, fuck that, she had been damn good at chosing her place. The bouncer let her in and she grinned, cheeky, at him. He just rolled his eyes, knowing Vix far too well and she didn’t much care! She was in a damn good mood tonight.
She shimmied a bit as she walked through the dance floor to get to the stairs, eyes carefully not catching the lights that shone on her tattoos, the ones that lined her right arm and had been redone in azure blue while the war was still going on, before they had banned the color without proof of an existing mark already being there. She was damn good at pretending to be a vamp, being that she had been doing it for ten years, and those things only helped.
And once she got to her floor, she happily did her job til it was her time. Which was when she made her way happily through the crowd to step up, onto the raised platform, and raise her arms over her head, moving slowly and sensually to the beat that pulsed in the place. She wasn’t trying too hard to get attention, she was in the center of the room, she was bound to get fucking attention.
Her hands traveled down slowly until one could grasp the zipper of her dress, and ever so slowly draw it downwards until it revealed what, anywhere else, would be considered an inappropriate amount of cleavage. But they were at Indulgence, where the point was to indulge. She opened her eyes and let them scan the crowd, see who was watching as she messed with the zipper, slowly. See who she could dare to be brave enough to come up here with her and put on one hell of a show.
The question, the only question, was who was brave enough for what she had in mind? And she made what she had in mind abundantly clear as the zipper slowly inched down to reveal the lace of her bra. Why not? She was all about having fun. Always.
Words: 1008
Muse: Good
Comments: Nutcase
Outfit: here
Despite the fact that she was working on the third floor tonight.
She was working a very special hour on a very special night on the third floor. This was not usually the sort of slot the “entertainers” drew. It was reserved more for the dancers, and those who were more the sort that usually worked on the third floor—Vix was more a second floor dancing on the bar to keep the customers happy sort of chick. But she was always amused to get this slot. The center, circular raised platform in the middle of the room.
And it was the night where that included a bit of a show, usually just a strip tease, but Vix was in a bit of an exhibitionist sort of mood tonight. Especially if she could attract the attention fo someone with rougher tastes—she usually did, most people knew that Vix was a masochist who would go for absolutely anything. She wasn’t sure if Talon would approve but fuck him, she wasn’t publicly his pet being that most people thought she was an azure vamp and they were happily both keeping it that way. That way the fucker got to blackmail her, and she got to keep up her charade with the back up of knowing if she got in trouble, she had him to fall back on to save her ass.
Speaking off. She grabbed the hateful bracelet, disguised as a charm bracelet, that her mark as a pet, Talon’s pet, hung from. And shoved it in her bag where no one could see it. Just in case, she always kept it on her.
But she intended to have little else. On her that is. She dressed in lacy black underthings, delicate and ever so slightly see through, including garters and all the trappings, it was the underthings that were important. That and then she slipped a leather dress on, one with a zipper that went all the way down, to give a bit of a show. Why not? That was the point of her gig tonight, after all.
The shoes were just as important, and in the end she chose her suade, ankle high, fuck me boots. She loved these babies, fit her just right and accentuated everything just right. Fuck yes.
Then with a smirk, she was out of there. She had a time to meet, thank you very much. And she was going to be actually working the floor—but not taking any customers—before she took the position that was oh so desired because it had the best tips. She wondered if this was a bribe from Talon but brushed it off. He didn’t make the schedule and why the fuck would he be bribing her? That was a bit of a ridiculous idea. Fuck. Anyway, she shook her head and finished getting everything she wanted together, checking around the room just to double check. And then she grinned. She was so in a bit of an exhibitionist mood tonight. But when was she not?
She was off to Indulgence just like that, it wasn’t too far of a walk which was good being that she didn’t own a car. Who needed a car when she lived close to everything she needed? Which was surprising considering how huge the freaking sector was but whatever, fuck that, she had been damn good at chosing her place. The bouncer let her in and she grinned, cheeky, at him. He just rolled his eyes, knowing Vix far too well and she didn’t much care! She was in a damn good mood tonight.
She shimmied a bit as she walked through the dance floor to get to the stairs, eyes carefully not catching the lights that shone on her tattoos, the ones that lined her right arm and had been redone in azure blue while the war was still going on, before they had banned the color without proof of an existing mark already being there. She was damn good at pretending to be a vamp, being that she had been doing it for ten years, and those things only helped.
And once she got to her floor, she happily did her job til it was her time. Which was when she made her way happily through the crowd to step up, onto the raised platform, and raise her arms over her head, moving slowly and sensually to the beat that pulsed in the place. She wasn’t trying too hard to get attention, she was in the center of the room, she was bound to get fucking attention.
Her hands traveled down slowly until one could grasp the zipper of her dress, and ever so slowly draw it downwards until it revealed what, anywhere else, would be considered an inappropriate amount of cleavage. But they were at Indulgence, where the point was to indulge. She opened her eyes and let them scan the crowd, see who was watching as she messed with the zipper, slowly. See who she could dare to be brave enough to come up here with her and put on one hell of a show.
The question, the only question, was who was brave enough for what she had in mind? And she made what she had in mind abundantly clear as the zipper slowly inched down to reveal the lace of her bra. Why not? She was all about having fun. Always.
Words: 1008
Muse: Good
Comments: Nutcase
Outfit: here
