Thread: Pretty Hurts [Chai & AlluringEnigma]

One Year Ago Las Vegas, Nevada Mist poured out onto a long runway stage , falling over the edges and spilling out onto the dark floor. Bright colored lights filtered through the fog, illuminating the dancer who stepped up on the glassy surface. The only garments she wore besides the standard clear high heels were a black metallic thong and a matching lace top that hinted at delicious skin underneath. The neckline was high, extending up past her collarbonesit was conservative for a pole performer, but somehow the tease of her barely covered nipples was just as erotic as if she'd been wearing nothing at all. She started swaying her hips sensually to the thudding beat of some synth-rock song, gaining the attention of several men who sat in lounge chairs surrounding the stage. Already she could see the flash of bills being taken out from wallets tonight was going to be a good night. A very good night. Maybe it was the way she started her routine on the floor instead of the pole, or maybe it was the contrasting vision of a stripper feigning innocence with the way she dressed. Every man's fantasy was a good girl with a bad side, and that's exactly what she seemed to portray. Outside the club she might have been a nice young woman who worked the usual nine-to-five, but here she was a stunning dark creature, catering to the primal instinct of men as their salacious eyes followed her every move. Hues of deep pinks, purples, and blues pulsed with the rhythm of the music, and the dancer began her pole portion. Long dark hair flew around like a halo as she bent at the waist and snapped her head up, gripping the steel metal in front of her and climbing it high enough to start performing her acrobatics. Her slender form belied the strong muscles that lay underneath, which were the true source of her ability to maneuver around the thin pole with ease and grace. She made it look easy, but then again, all strippers did. As she flipped herself, gripping the pole only by her arms, her long legs spread up and outward, flashing a glimpse of the sinful skin between her thighs. It wasn't hard to imagine what exactly lay beneath the black thong, and the act was met with bills tossed onto the stage and the low murmurs of men who'd been watching her. They appraised the dancer like one would a premium cut of meat, their eyes glued to her body. And when she removed the lace top, stretching it up and over her head, some of the men's careful facades were broken. Their smirks and grins appeared across the club, making it was obvious they were enjoying the show. And when it was all over, more bills floated down from up above, getting lost in the mist and flashing lights. Apparently one of the high rollers liked the show so much, he wanted to actually make it rain. Not that she was complaining in any away. Money was money, and she loved when men gave it to her. Thanks, she told one of the club assistants after she'd returned backstage and he'd given her a silk robe to cover up. From here she was supposed to change back into her normal clothes, but instead she opted to keep the robe and go around mingling with the other staff and dancers.. She wasn't a regular stripper at this club. In fact, she wasn't even the main event she'd only come because it was her friend's first time dancing on that main stage tonight, and once the club owner knew, he'd practically begged her do a feature performance. He'd turned out to be a fan of hers, and she was only happy to indulge his request. Besides, she could hardly say no to any man that got on his knees for a woman. She was walking to the bar when a group of men had stopped her, calling her gently over to them. Several empty glasses littered their table, a sign that they'd been drinking for a while. How much to get a feel? One of the men asked, his arrogance written plainly on his face, and he leaned forward a bit as if contemplating actually reaching out to touch her. You won't get to find that out, love, the dancer smoothly replied, shifting her weight onto one foot which seemingly accentuated all the right curves on her body. Not that she had any wrong curves, but the way the silk clung to her body left little to the imagination. She gave him a half smile and swirled her middle finger around the lip of an open champagne before dipping it entirely into the neck of the bottle. Drinks mean no mileage with the hands, but you're always welcome to view as much as you like. Then she smiled even wider and removed her finger, slick from the cold bubbly liquid. She brought it to her mouth, sucking lightly before saying, Mm, sweet, and walking away. She swore he could have cum right there. Hey Becca, could I get a cranberry vod she began to ask the tender when she finally reached the bar, only to be surprised to see it wasn't Becca. A gorgeous young woman stood in her place, mixing something in a shaker before pouring it into a chilled glass. Well, I haven't seen you around before, the stripper laughed and leaned against the bar, propping her head up on the table using her elbow. Trade you a name for a name if you're up for it? I'm Valentine.