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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 21:14:20 GMT -5
((This is an April Fool's Day thread, and is closed.))
Despite the fact that she was in a stable relationship with someone she actually cared about, Mystique couldn't help herself. She felt restless, almost. She couldn't just stay with one person. Perhaps she wasn't monogamous by nature. She didn't know.
Even when she had been with Erik, she had slept with others. Sabertooth (who was disgusting), and Irene...they had carried that on under Erik's nose for over a year.
It started out small, working one strip club. Of course, with her talents, she was paid well. She deposited the money she made into her separate bank account, so that Charles wouldn't know. And it was easy enough not to think about it and alert him; when they were together, all she focused on was him, and satisfying him.
Then she moved on up, like always, working at more clubs. It became an addiction and a game, and she tried to constantly beat her record earned from the evening before. And besides, the strip clubs were fun. Drooling old men and pimpled teenagers, all flushing and covering themselves because of her. She had a string of different clubs she hit a night; a busty blonde in one, a lithe young redhead in another. It was perfect. Everyone wanted a piece of her, and paid highly to see her sleek moves.
It was a Friday, and she went to the regular one she worked at on Friday's; the employees greeted her with a smile, of course. Though they wouldn't if they could see what she really looked like. She went into the dressing room and came out with the outfit she had bought herself; hidden from Charles, of course. Since she very well couldn't strip off clothes that were a part of her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 21:48:33 GMT -5
::Pietro had begun frequenting strip clubs in Europe, as a way of entertaining himself when Wanda needed to rest. The "look, don't touch" rule appealed to him, as it was to him mentally theatre, rather than an interaction. When he and Rossignol finally progressed deeper in their relationship, he would stop, as he owed her. Until then, however, it was his only hobby away from the mansion.
He was dressed in a sweatshirt covering his hair when he paid his cover charge and found a seat near the stage. They had a redhead here, and he had a fondness for red hair.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 21:53:36 GMT -5
It was still early, and the tables were still filling up. When it was her turn to go on, she strut. She was wearing high heels, a skirt that swirled around her, and a tight top. When the music began, she strut the length of the catwalk, bending low to give them a good eye of what she had in store; she was particularly eyeing a man in a hood to her right; he was looking like he was trying to remain inconspicuous, so he was probably married.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 21:57:29 GMT -5
::Pietro's other rule was to never spend more than a set amount of money in a night, as he shared it with Wanda. He saved what he did not spend on liquor or food for this. As the red-haired woman came out, he leaned forward in his chair, watching.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:06:05 GMT -5
She saw the interest paid to her, and flashed a devilish smile; a red-haired temptress offering them the apple. Straightening, she went to the pole and began to pole dance. She twined around it like she was made for it, and she literally was. Slowly, deliberately, she unsnapped the first few snap-buttons on her shirt, revealing the top half of a tantalizing bra, and what lay behind it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 22:11:11 GMT -5
::Pietro watched her dance with interest; he always enjoyed dancing, whatever form they might take. When her brassiere fell to the floor, he noticed her breasts. They were larger than Rossignol's, pert; he assumed they were false, implants. For a moment, he thought of his night with Rossignol on Christmas Eve, and a smile touched his lips.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:19:33 GMT -5
She took pride in the fact that every inch of her was false, right down to her breasts, which were slightly larger than usual. She could entrap all of the men here; all eyes were on her movements. She bent low, flashing her goods before playing with her skirt. She laid back on her arms and lifted her hips, her movements fluid as she gave them a glimpse at what was to come; a flash of red yet again. A lusty red g-string beneath her skirt.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 22:22:34 GMT -5
::She had caught Pietro's attention, and he continued to watch. His thoughts, however, were divided between her and Rossignol, noticing their similarities and their differences. He liked the g-string, and thought perhaps he should purchase one to bring home.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:24:35 GMT -5
Standing again, she teased her skirt up slowly, dancing in a hypnotic motion. Then she slid it down her body, wiggling her rear playfully towards the audience.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 22:27:44 GMT -5
::Several men in the audience responded to her show. Pietro found it enticing, as he tended to, but as had happened recently...some of the appeal was lacking. It was what happened when he was in love. However, his attention, as with all of the men, was focused on her.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:33:13 GMT -5
Immediately she noticed the reactions amongst several in the audience, and smiled invitingly. She knew how to make each of them feel like they were the ones who made her feel so special and sexy, and they responded. Her body was sleek and well-muscled; it was art. And she made sure to use that to her advantage. After a bit more dancing, she slipped the g-string down, kicking it off. For a moment she just stood there, posing in all her 'natural' glory.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 22:35:22 GMT -5
::One silver eyebrow arched towards Pietro's hairline, hidden beneath his hood. She was attractive; he granted her that easily. Again, however, he thought of Rossignol, and mentally compared them.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:39:09 GMT -5
It was as if she could feel many of the trousers in the room straining; it was a delicious feeling. She returned to the pole, twining around it like an expert. After a few more minutes of that, she stood straight; she was done, and another girl was set to be next. Without bothering to pick up her clothing she walked off the stage proudly, and strutting. Someone came out to collect her clothing for her. When she was finished changing back into her bra and g-string, she would join the other women on the floor doing the tables. She had made quite an impression tonight, and knew she'd make a good amount of money.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Mar 31, 2008 22:44:20 GMT -5
::Pietro watched her strut off the stage; he would speak to her when she came over to the table. Taking the time to order a vodka, he waited for the next dancer.::
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Post by Mystique on Mar 31, 2008 22:51:46 GMT -5
When she was clothed in her matching bra and g-string, she went onto the floor with two other girls; both busty blondes who didn't have a brain to share between them. They were told to work the floor while the next girl performed, and so they did. She started in the back of the room, smothering old lech and shell-shocked teen with equal amounts of attention.
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