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Thread: Under the Weather

Oh God... Erica Hanson Unnf... Erica groaned, trying to move. She ached all over. It was all such a blur having happened so fast. Suddenly they were tipping over and tumbling. She tugged her arm free from where it was caught and took a sharp intake of breath as she felt something cut through her forearm. Gritting her teeth she sat herself up. The bus was on it's side, the tree that stopped their descend had indented the roof of the bus, almost wrapping around the trunk. She pulled herself up and with shaking legs stood on the side of the bench. She reached up and grabbed the now horizontal driver seat. Her left hand now covered in blood slipped for a moment, but she held on with the other. She got that sick gut feeling of motion and tried again. She pulled herself up and braced her legs against the back of the driver's seat and the seat behind it. With all the strength she had she grabbed onto the side of the window. The glass had all been smashed out, leaving none on the edges to cut her hand on. She pulled herself up and out of the bus, sitting on top of the vehicle to catch her breath, clutching at her wound. I'm still alive.
Thread: Under the Weather

Her eyes fluttering to adjust to the light, Caitlyn could feel her body aching all over, pain shooting through her arms and legs and particularly across her chest and stomach. Putting her seatbelt on at feeling the bus starting to lose control had been a lifesaver for the girl as her head slightly turned from side to side, trying to get a picture of what was going on. Groaning as she turned to the girl she was sitting next to, Caitlyn tried to mutter the girl's name though her voice felt hoarse from the screaming as they spun out of control. Instead of seeing her friend unconscious or looking around too, Caitlyn nearly cried out as her hands leapt to cover her mouth, dragging broken and ground up glass across her cheek and hands. Cold, glass eyes stared back at her as her hoarse scream was muffled between fingers, her body quickly flinching back to feel cuts formed by her movement across her left cheek. Oh god... Oh god... Oh god... Caitlyn kept murmuring trying to undo her seat belt. The main thing was that Caitlyn couldn't help but think how lucky she was not to have turned out like Janet. As the buckle clicked, Caitlyn braced her legs to stop herself from falling, glad for all her cheerleader training. Nimbly as quickly as possible for the stiff, bruised girl, Caitlyn clambered past the still body next to her and out the window at the top. Grimacing as her palm pressed against a small cut of glass in the bus window as she pulled herself over, Caitlyn sat at the side, ripping a part of her shirt to wrap round her hand to cover the small wound as it bled on. Her eyes gazed around to see another girl sitting on the bus. Er... Eri... Erica? Erin? Whatever, is there anyone else?
Thread: Under the Weather

The twins had lost their grip on the music play at once. Mikkel's hands came up protectively as Mihael hid her face in her brother's shoulder. His arms wrapped around her slender torso, shielding her from harm as the bus tumbled several times before coming to a stop. Before she knew what had happened, the bus settled. Mihael's eyes opened slowly, having closed upon the first twist of the vehicle. She felt something hard pressing around her, something heavy. With trembling hands she pushed, realizing that her bloodied palms were coming to rest on her brother's shoulder. Mikkel, get off me, she whispered, shoving him forward. His weight was heavy, like a ton on her back. Groaning, she placed her hands on the ground or what she thought was the ground - really it was just the side of the bus and pushed up. His weight jostled enough that she could roll away. Mikkel. Mikkel, get up, she told him, feeling dizzy and faint. She could feel warm liquid trickling down her cheek, blood clouding her vision and making the world red. For the second time, there was no response. Damn it, get the fuck up! she screamed. Suddenly, she was up, kneeling over his battered, bruised body. His eyes were open but there was no life in them. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. With wide, tear filled eyes she stared at her twin brother. Get up, she whispered, her voice hoarse. Get up, Mikkel. Don't fuck with me. Mikkel!
Thread: Under the Weather

They're all dead, Erica Hanson Erica looked behind her, seeing another girl has pulled herself up onto the turned over side of the bus. It was Caitlyn, the cheerleader, Yeah...I'm...I'm here. Erica answered, standing up and walking over on the bus with shaky legs, Are you okay? She asked, Do you know if anyone else...um...made, it? The reality of it sank in when she asked the question about more survivors. People had died. From the looks of it, most had died. She was starting to feel sick. She heard a rising voice and the sounds of movement. Carefully she crept along the bus, looking down the windows and seeing the other students, dead. She spotted Mihael kneeling over what Erica recognized as her brother, Are...are you okay? It felt like such a stupid question when she said it aloud, but she had no idea what to say. What were the right words for a situation like this? they're all dead.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

The atmosphere was hot, heavy and dripping with sex appeal. It was the type of atmosphere that any hardworking, sexually frustrated, heterosexual man enjoyed. Unlike what most would think of a strip bar, this one was admittedly the highest ranking one in the city. Only the girls who had the best looks, best assets, best personalities, and best skills, were hired. It took a lot of talent to get a steady flow of customers, considering the general populace of Velvet was made up of the more...higher-ups, of the corporate world. Married men looking to ogle and spend thousands on a nice pair of tits. It was heaven, especially for a supple thing like Gabby. Gabby Jeanne was the youngest attendee here. Hired at the ripe age of eighteen, and only nineteen now, it was a wonder how in the world she had managed to get a spot. Yet, whenever she was assigned a performance on the main stage, it always yearned her a new, loyal following of drooling gents. She knew her stuff, and how exactly, she learned such provocative, risque and near illegal activities, still remained a mystery throughout the club. She was a private girl, and only admitted to what she needed to, to get by. No one knew where she lived, who she lived with, and whether or not she was really who she said she was. All that mattered, was the fact that she brought in quite a bit of money. She was somewhat well off, but far from the point of being comfortable enough to quit. She didn't want to continue down this road for too long, but at this rate, she could easily see herself staying here at Velvet for another six years. This evening was like any other. She'd go on in about five minutes, and remained backstage prepping. With the help of some willing ladies, they managed to squeeze her deliciously tight frame into an ensemble of black lace and bows. Naturally blessed with a young, horribly adorable face, it was no wonder why some thought she was illegal. Yet, the birth certificate spoke otherwise. She was legal, all the way around. There's a lot of eager guys out there, Ashley, one of the veterans, teased. Gabby could only smile, straightening out her satin bra, and snapping the bottoms of her high-rising panties. Mmn, good, I need to make at least seven hundred tonight, she muttered, ignoring the way the other girls glanced at her. She was always worried about bills, and it was a bit depressing, seeing someone so young, worrying about so much. Nonetheless, she made it by, as she could only count on herself to bring home the green. If she did what she was suppose to, then everyone would leave this club a happy patron. As if on cue, the lights dimmed, that erotic music began thumping, and the announcer filled the room up with his drawling timbre. And now, to give you a sweet treat...the lovely, little Miss Gabby Jeanne...!
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

Klayton King was sitting in the club in some town he had barely even remembered coming into with a few guys from his crew. He had to travel a lot to keep up with his lifestyle and escape from the law as he always called the police that were on his trail from his strings of bank robberies. He had hit 5 banks in 5 cities and not a single person had seen his face. He was only 20 years old himself and was considered a prodigy in terms of criminals planning and executing his heists at the ripe old age of 19. He liked to unwind in the local strip clubs and watch the talent in each of them. He had a presence about him that always got him a front row seat by the stage so he'd get a great look at any of the girls he could possibly want to see. He carried himself with a confidence that intimidated people along with a skill set to match. He leaned back on his chair awaiting the next dancer. He wore a black suit with a purple shirt and black tie with a trench coat hanging off the back of his chair figuring it was always a good time to dress nicely even in a strip club such as this one. He had not been particularly impressed with any of the ladies thus far them all being older than him he was looking forward to seeing someone at least reasonably close to his age so when he heard about the next girl up being the lovely Little Miss Gabby Jean. His ears obviously perked up and his eyes became glued to the stage when a waitress came by to take his drink order. He ordered his usual Pepsi from the woman and waited for it to come. He stared up at the stage pushing any stray long brown hairs away from his pale blue eyes. He hated the music in strip clubs but sometimes the headaches he suffered were made worth it by the women dancing to it, and he could sort of sense that this next girl would be one of those. He lightly stroked the facial hair that was growing on the side of his face. I have to shave sometime. He muttered to one of the other men next to him. The man Elias was the muscle of his group and simply replied yeah yeah yeah, whatever pretty boy. Which made Klayton chuckle a bit as the music thumped essentially through his body. Once the girl appeared through the curtain however he stopped talking and chuckling and just stared at her studying her almost as though she was a bird trapped in a cage. Then his drink appeared in the waitresses hand and he snapped out of it for a moment holding the drink and slipping a bit of money into the woman's hands for a tip for being so quick and then went back to watching the show from the best seat in the house, right at the front of the stage.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

The curtain opened up, by a pair of small, talented hands. One slender leg slipped out between the crushed velvet material, happily on display before the rest of that blessed frame followed afterwards. A slow, curious glance to the audience, and immediately Gabby couldn't help but let that saucy little grin of her's show up. She sauntered towards the glistening, silver pole that was ever so proudly stationed at the middle of the stage. But, before she could even get herself accustomed to her signature slippery ride, she dropped to her knees, the sudden movement matching with the throbbing bass of the music around them. A small lick to her lips, and her attention was plastered upon the man settled in the seat at the front. He had the best view of her, and she figured she may as well play that up as much as she possibly could. Crawling towards him like a starving feline, she stopped, her face only mere inches from his own. A wink, and she was soon on her knees, fingertips running up along the sinful curves of her frame. Each motion was slow, deliberate, and accentuated by how graceful she played herself up to be. There was no wonder that this girl was naturally a bombshell at getting men's attention, and when Gabby put her mind to it, and intentionally made herself move like a living, breathing form of sex, she could have heads spinning in a matter of seconds. Already men were whistling in low tunes, throwing her bills, and trying to get a closer look. She reveled in the attention, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she undid the large, fanciful ribbon that was nestled between the valley of her breasts. The silken material fell away from her plump tits, hanging there in a taunting fashion of barely keeping her concealed. But, before she would allow her beloved audience the gift of seeing her supple assets in their full glory, she continued to crawl about the stage, ass perked high in the air, and plump bottom swaying to and fro. Gabby knew how to play this game, and she played it well. She needed to give every pawn his very own bit of attention, or else, he'd feel horribly left out.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

Klayton's eyes did not leave the girl for one single moment as she sauntered around the stage beautifully. He loved the way her slinky body looked as she moved about the stage with her gorgeous slender legs and perfect body. She looked a bit too young to be on this particular stage, but he was not complaining as he knew she had to be at least eighteen and thus she would be a perfectly age appropriate lady for himself. He licked his lips as she licked her own and he locked eyes with her. Even without seeing the woman naked yet he knew he would have her one way or another. He turned briefly to Elias as he sat down next to him and whispered into his ear. Go pay the bouncer whatever he needs to get me backstage to see her. And then slipped a few thousand dollars into his friend's hand. His friend Elias stood up and did as told. Klayton pulled out another thousand dollars and held it tight in his hand ready to pay the girl when she came close to him. He ran his hands through his hair as the girl crawled over to him he was flustered for seemingly the first time in his life and fought himself to avoid showing it. He watched every move the girl made noticing the ways she moved and the grace she put into it. Even before she took off a single article of her already relatively small amount of clothing he handed her the thousand dollars in hundreds he had been holding. He handed it to her instead of sliding it in the ribbon between her breasts or throwing it on the stage. He wanted her to know that he wasn't the ordinary customer of her club and would pay her better and was essentially just better before speaking his first words to her. Come back after you've shown off for everyone else. He said with a smirk and a sip of his drink as she crawled back and removed the ribbon that hid her breasts. He was beyond attracted to this woman and she would be to him if she liked it or not. He was ready to see her body completely unfettered for the first of what would be many times. She didn't know it yet, but she had just met her future lover and was paid graciously for that meeting. Having already gotten an up close and personal view of her perfect breasts his eyes drifted towards her ample bottom as she swung it back and forth crawling about the stage. Elias came back and told him that everything was clear with the bouncer and he would be able to come and go out of the dressing room whenever he pleased. A smirk formed on his lips and then he kept watching Gabby's movements completely enraptured by the young lady.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

That man...that man, that man. While little Miss Gabby Jeanne continued on her route, she couldn't help but remember the fact that she had just made over a thousand dollars within the first two minutes of her routine. All thanks, to a gentleman who seemed hopelessly smitten over her. She wouldn't think much of it, usually, but this time...the young showgirl couldn't help but find this stranger to be compelling. If, a bit dangerous, too. He had an air about him that had goosebumps crawling across her flesh, forced her toes to curl, her breath to hitch and temperature rise up like a sauna. After the men had their fair-share of watching her crawl about, she carefully stood upon her bare feet, finally letting that hanging bra fall to the mirrored floor below. There, the perfect vision of hard, perfectly small and pink nipples, came to be. She bit into the fleshy petal of her bottom lip, lowered her eyes to feign innocence, and then not so innocently groped her breasts. This, was only for one person, however. Her eyes had immediately shot back to the one seated at the front, the one who had so graciously offered her a wonderful tip, already. Gabby was flattered, and intrigued, and knew that if she wanted to make twice as much as she needed, she would need to continue giving him what he paid for. Of course, that wouldn't be difficult at all. Her admirer was quite the looker himself, come to think of it... A little moan, and she turned about, playing at the waistband of her undies, before taking hold of the pole, and spinning with ease. Soon enough, those long legs were wrapped about the slick sphere, and she, was hanging carelessly from it, an image of natural control and skill. She climbed, dropped, and twirled about like a ballerina. As erotic as it was, Gabby gave the men a show that would not only get their jeans tighter, and heads lighter...but would definitely leave them wanting much, much more. Yet, the only one that was going to get an aftertaste of her, was already chosen for the evening.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

Klayton was endlessly attracted to the woman that he had just paid an incredibly large sum to. Well not incredibly large to him with the incredibly lavish lifestyle he was living, but he suspected that the young girl hadn't been paid that much money by one client before with the people that were surrounding him and the stage. Another reason he enjoyed going to the strip clubs was that the ladies usually liked him quite a bit and he was able to gain some more respect to himself which drove his confidence even higher than it usually was. He was a pretty brilliant and happy young man in his own right even without the added boost from money and strippers affections. Klayton was a bit disappointed when she finally stood up after crawling all over the stage. But then he looked down at her perfect bare feet and smiled even wider. He always did have kind of a foot thing that he couldn't explain so it was good to know this girl had those going for her as well. He would have fainted at the sight of her breasts had he been standing up but since he was sitting down he just felt the front of his pants tighten around his length that was seemingly growing every second he watched her. That was even before she finally dropped her bra and showed off her perfect breasts and the beautiful color of her nipples. He licked his lips imagining what it would be like to have his lips wrapped around them. That would be a reality sooner rather than later which excited him even further and caused him to grab another thousand out of his deep pockets. Then he heard her little moan somehow through the music and resolved to hear a bunch more of the sounds she would make throughout the next few hours and then for a long time after that. Over and over and over he would hear those moans. He looked up at the pole when she draped her long delicate legs around it and hung upside down. I'll have to remember to buy her a stripper pole He thought to himself as she hung upside down like a gorgeous bat from the slick pole. He was impressed beyond belief with this young lady and it drew another thousand from his pocket and into his hand. The hundred dollar bills were crisp and felt incredible in his hand, but they would feel more incredible in hers he felt so she would have to have them. He stared at her breasts as they hung down off the pole as well unbelievably not out of place and seemingly defying gravity somehow. She truly was perfection or his image of it at the very least. She would look even more perfect being pleasured by as well as pleasuring him. He gave another lick of his lips and shot her a little wink as he stared at her.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

After she grew a bit light headed herself, due to the rush of blood, she let her palms hit the floor. There, mimicking a handstand, she let let body fall backwards, and found herself standing upright in a quick movement. A little giggle, and she was back to sauntering about the stage, slowly strutting and letting the men dare to reach forward, trying to touch at her smooth, slender legs. A little huff, playful, and she teasingly berated them for trying to get what they didn't pay for. Shame on them! She loved the attention either way, and with her bra already discarded, she figured it'd be best to add even more, to her mounting appeal. Finding herself in front of that winking, eager man again, she grinned down towards him and let her foot rise, running the delicate tips of her dainty toes, along the ledge of the stage, as if taunting him to come closer. Slowly, a lithe finger bent and curled, mimicking a 'come hither' motion. When he finally obeyed, she leaned down, her silken tresses falling about her pretty, adorably young face. Care to lend me a helping hand, she whispered, and shamelessly, pushed out her hips. She pointed to the ribbons hanging from each of her hips, the thin material, tied together, the only thing keeping her panties on. Pull... Oh, how antsy she was...she wanted his eyes all over her delicate, womanly parts.
Thread: Give Me Some Money, Honey (Lemon & T-Howell)

He watched as she did the little handstand like motion and rolled back onto her feet somehow. He did not have any idea how she did that but he would have to see it more often. He watched as she giggled and began strutting around the legs. He was jealous that the men would try and even touch such beauty without paying her anything but he would make up for their cheapness over and over. He was embarrassed a bit at how much she was getting to him but there he was at her mercy while she traversed the stage her incredible body exposed but not all the way just yet. He stared up at her when she found her way in front of him once again and smiled up at her his bright eyes burning through her body almost. He was endlessly attracted and fascinated by her and her youthful exuberance made him smile all the more. His excitement only grew when she beckoned him closer with her foot coming up towards the stage eye level with her panties as he stood in front of her. Of course, I am a gentleman after all. He replied in a whisper when she asked for his assistance and then he pulled the ribbons apart for her in an abrupt motion allowing her panties to just practically fall off of her body. His eyes still focused on her for a moment before pushing the other money he had collected into her hand as he stood before her. Here's a bit more for your trouble. He whispered with a smirk. Once she was undressed directly in front of him he had his eyes scanning her body from head to toe staring up into her gorgeous eyes and then right back down to her lady parts licking his lips in the hopes of pleasuring her one day.