Thread: Exotic Dancers Need Love Too [Happy x Ansem]

Anya sighed loudly as she exhaled a puff of smoke from her freshly lit cigarette. She was tired, not even the excitement of her occupation seemed to lift her spirits like it usually did. It had been a long week and Anya wanted it to be over more than anything, she wanted to be home in bed. Ten minutes till your turn Anya Ricky the stage hand called out from the front of the dressing room, throwing her a charming smile once she nodded in response Knock 'em dead like usual He smirked before rushing back out front. Putting the cigarette out in the almost full ash tray, Anya lifted her bright green eyes to watch her reflection in the mirror. She was a tall woman, reaching just under 6 foot five, with smooth lightly tanned skin, her body was a perfect hour glass shape paired with long, luscious legs that made her almost irresistible. Anya had long golden curls that usually fell past her hips, but for tonight she had it fished up under a black and white sparky fedora hat as part of her costume. Anya was dressed in tight, black, leather shorts that cupped her posterior nicely, a form fitting black dress vest that exposed her supple double D breasts in a way that made her scandalously sexy. Fish net tights that were held up with a garter belt that just peaked out of the bottom of her shorts rested tightly over her legs and a pair of 6 inch ankle boots completed the look. She looked very classy for a stripper or exotic dancer as she preferred to be called. Standing up she made some finally adjustments to her costume before picking up a small black riding crop and making her way to the stage. Anya stood hidden behind the exquisite red velvet curtains as she waited for her song to come on, her eyes closed she took a deep breath as the first few bars of Leave your Hat on by Joe Cocker thumped through the sound system. Her full, red lips pulled in to a seductive smile and Anya ripped open the curtains to expose her beautiful form. The crowd roared with hoots, whistles and cheers as Anya stepped on stage, running her hands along her legs she lowered herself to the floor and slid along its length on her knees, her crop held tightly between her teeth. Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for the woman who can go all night, the woman who has been on the cover of Stripper Weekly Magazine three times in the past month and the woman to be known as the Las Vegas's sexist exotic dancer alive! Let's hear it for Gooooolden Roseeeeee!! Ricky called over the MC system, causing a huge stir in the crowd. Anya flicked a dangerous smirk over to Ricky in the DJ booth, her introduction making her a little cocky, she spun around the long, brass pole, her legs lifting up to curl around the top as she lowered her upper half. Spinning around once she lowered her hands onto the stage floor and pulled herself away from the poll, her legs curving down behind her she laid flat of the ground before pushing herself up to sit on her knees. Anya gyrated for a moment, even adding a few exaggerated moans as her hands clutched her vest. With one fluid movement, Anya rose to her feet and ripped off her vest, exposing her luscious breasts. Her nipples covered with glittery black and white stars so she wouldn't feel totally nude. She began to dance on the front part of the stage, her hands running over her body, she looked down and her heart almost stopped. There, in the front row was a man, a very handsome man, he almost took Anya's breath away. A soft blush rose on her cheeks and Anya had to force herself to look away. She was used to dirty old men looking at her body, but handsome men were a completely different story, they had a power over her that she could not control, it made Anya weak at the knees. As her song slowly came to a stop, Anya got to her hands and knees and picked up the singles upon the stage before turning her gaze back to the man. Smiling, Anya blew a kiss in his direction as she got to her feet and left the stage.