Thread: Pretty Hurts [Chai & AlluringEnigma]

You ever gonna get up on the stage, Kiara ? Think youd earn more there in a week than a month back there came the sarcastic intonation of one of her regulars, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic thudding of the sexually-charged tunes of the Club Rio. Then whod keep you company, Phil? she purred, her low and sultry voice giving some natural flirtation to her voice without any sort of effort on Kiaras part. She doused the cocktail glass in front of her with a healthy splash of rye. She then threw in a dash of bitters and a healthy swig of sweet vermouth, stirring the volatile concoction together with a deft hand, before sliding it over to Phil. Besides, you tip me more than the stripper most nights anyway, honey she purred again, leaning over the bar as she talked to Phil, showing off a heavy dose of cleavage. They dont mix a Manhattan like you do he quipped back, his eyes roaming all over her body. For a bartender, Kiara was dressed absolutely scandalously. The white, billowy crop top she wore was prone to sagging whenever she leaned over, and the skimpy black lace bra below left little to the imagination. Whenever she was forced to turn around to nab some spirits from the shelf behind her, her patrons were always greeted with the tight black leather leggings that had practically become her trademark, and the view of her tight body as a result. None of that was to mention the different set of heels that accompanied her to work every day or the wavy, black curls that fell past her shoulders. Well, I know my way around a drink or two, baby she added with a twinkle in her eyes. Besides, honey, if I laid it all out on the stage, then youd have nothing to look forward to on my day off she quipped, pulling back from her lean on the bar and perching herself atop the stool she kept behind the bar. At the moment, there was an absolutely stunning Asian girl twirling about on the stage. The bar tended to hit a lull during performances, and as a result Kiara was allowed a few moments to herself, for the most part at least. Know who the girl is? Phil gestured with his drink towards the stage. Kiara allowed herself a moment to enjoy the show, watching with a subtle smirk on her face as the entertainment lost her top. Nope. I know my boss wont shut up about her. I think she works at one of the other clubs Kiara remarked, though her eyes continued to linger on the particular stripper of conversation. No wonder Marvin had been unable to stop talking about the girl she was much more talented than the regular roster that frequented Club Rio. Phil shrugged. I wouldnt know, none of the other clubs make as good of a Manhattan he added with a shit-eating smirk. Phil was a generally all-around good guy, but his flirtations got more and more obvious the more she served him. Of course, its not like it mattered to her his monthly tips alone paid for her small apartment by themselves. A rude awakening pulled her away from the comfortable familiarity of Phil and towards the rowdy group in the corner of the bar. The apparent leader of the group had his empty glass raised, signaling for another finger of whiskey. She had been freshening his glass for the past hour with the same exact drink, though she got the sense he didnt even enjoy whiskey. It seemed more like a flex for his cohorts, as she had decided to call them. She turned around and bent down for the bottle of whiskey, which elicited several whistles from the heavily-inebriated group. She rolled her eyes before turning back around, smoothly grabbing a glass in one motion and leaning over the bar once more, this time facing the group, as she poured. The presumptive leader leaned forward and gave her a wide smile, one that bordered on being unsettling. Damn girl should have been on stage with that hot piece of Oriental ass earlier. Boys would have liked that. His comment was met with a raucous round of cheers from his compatriots and the celebratory clink of glasses, only further egging him on. Kiara kept silent and pushed the drink forward, which was met with a folded 100 dollar bill. Instinctually, she reached out to collect her tip only to see the hand retract as fast as it came out. The man gave a soft tsking sound as if he was a parent who had caught a child overreaching their bounds. Nuh uh, dear. You gotta do a little more than pour a whiskey to earn a tip like that. Why dont you lose the top, hun? That might be worth a C-note he added boisterously, thriving off the encouragement of his sozzled entourage. Kiara didnt allow her facial expression to change a bit. Instead, she leaned forward a little more, her breath now hot on the mans face as she looked at him with a sickly sweet smile, his eyes flitting between her eyes and her cleavage. Softly, the music having lulled with the exit of the star from the stage, she whispered How about you go fuck yourself instead? Then, without a word, Kiara withdrew from the confrontation and retreated back to her stool at the center of the bar. Most of the posse had no idea what had happened, but they had all sensed that Kiara had crushed the mojo of their leader, at least until he finished his newest beverage. In the time she had been stuck with the boy band from hell, Phil had wandered off to find some titties to ogle for the night so he could continue to pretend he came to the club for that. In his place was a couple folded, hundred dollar bills. Thus, Kiara was left to tend bar without any of her regulars to converse with between pouring drinks. As a result, the curvy ebony beauty flitted between the bar in silence, the only interruption of her wordless cadence being the occasional flirtation, delivered in her trademark sultry tone. That was when she walked over. In person, Valentine was just as lovely, if not more so, than she was on stage. The pure silk robe seemed to do nothing but accentuate the goddess impression that followed the stunning beauty. It wasn't just her looks either. As she watched Valentine flawlessly deal with the boozed-up boys that had harassed Kiara earlier, she couldn't help but feel that Valentine was as close to perfection that could ever be manifested, thought to be fair Kiara was a sucker for a pretty face and a sassy mouth. Every movement of hers could be frozen in time and hung as a portrait in the Louvre, and it would look none too out of place. She was a little bemused, then, by the small fuckup of routine that Valentine committed. It was almost comforting to know that not every moment of Valentine's life was stringed-together success. It didn't hurt to erode the gravitas of the girl either - Kiara might have stuttered like an idiot otherwise when confronted by Valentine. Kiara took a moment to eye up Valentine as she spoke, her supple form seemingly melding together perfectly with the smooth surface of the bar. Was there any angle that Valentine didn't completely own? Nonetheless, Kiara had talked to plenty of the strippers at the bar before, and while none were as immediately striking as Valentine, she wasn't intimidated enough to lose her act. Kiara, she intoned, adding a little extra honey to her voice though you can call me Ki, sugar. Valentine raised her eyebrow a little, which encouraged Kiara to push her luck a little. After all, one of the benefits of working at a titty bar was flirting with the help. I'd trade you a lot more than names though, honey. That was some show she purred, her eyes sparkling in the moody lighting of the bar. Are you usually that enthusiastic in private? Kiara gave Valentine a confident smile, as if she regularly got to hit on girls as flawless as her present company.