Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

It wasnt a Friday or Saturday night that the Palisade was busyit was Sunday. The glossy black palace was filled to the brim with men of all demographicsstudents, blue collars, and the ocassional minor with a convincing fake ID. Moore, the owner, had the club outfitted with almost abysmal black tiles and walls of similar make. The chandeliers festooning the ceilings were a stark contrast against the rest of the dcor, polished pearl dotted with fabricated crystals and beads. Moore patrolled his money-maker with the utmost scrutiny. He ensured everyone had a beer and finger-food to nosh while they waited for the ladies to sashay, nude, onto the stage. His girls were some of the best, seasoned strippers and go-go dancers that had bodies reminiscent of swimmers or gymnists. There were some, however, whom he had hired with a fuller frame. His patrons with a desire for more full-figured women had their appetites sated with girls like Chardonnay and Amber. One of Moores most prized possessions, however, was a woman whom seldom graced the stage, but commanded the most attention with her performance. She was strictly known as Lotusnone of Palisades employees knew her true name except for Emilia, one of the wait staff. She came in late that night, through the back door as if trying to ensconce her shame. She could hear Chardonnay and Amber bickering through the metal, complaining about their nails, appointing one another to open it, but eventually Lotus noticed the half-cracked wet floor sign propping it open. These were sixty dollars! Acryllic! Chardonnay barked. She held her nails into her sisters view who merely scoffed in response. I got mine from the drug store, she snickered, You stupid bitch, why the fuck would you spend that much on your hands? Who the fuck are you talking to!? Enough . Lotus voice was low but sweet and sonorous, like an aged whiskey with an oaky finish. The two balked, parting as their superior wove through them. Other go-go dancers were gussying up for the show. They were all shapes and colors, but they all had one thing in commonass. Plump, round, heart-shaped asses with not a stitch of cellulite. Moore was adamant about fitness and bribed his friend, a fitness trainer, to give him a discount on spin glasses for his girls. Oh, so youre making an appearance tonight, are ya? Chardonnay admired herself in an adjacent mirror, tucking arrant strands of her bubblegum blue wig behind her ears. Havent seen you in a few weeks. Thought you were dead. I was working, Lotus responded. She disdained her coat on a nearby stool and began to unbutton her blouse. This is work. And I aint seen ya here. What are you wearing? Awfully conservative for a stripper. Fortunately, Lotus was among the most patient women in the business. She untied her bun while Chardonnay layed into her about appearance and attendance. Whats all this clucking, ladies? Getting along, I hope. Moore threw open the door with no notice. He was a handsome man, primped and proper with hair redolent of some twenty-something top forty pop artist. One of the senior strippers, Ginger, had reason enough to believe he was gay, but others argued that he was simply meterosexual. Ah yeah. Just swimmingly, Chardonnay grumbled. Youre so saucy. I love it. Make sure to use that on stage tonight. Last time a patron complained that you were a little too happy. Who wouldnt be happy if their pregnancy test came back negative! No baby for Nay! Her sister approached her and they high-fived with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm. In all seriousness, though. There are some high rollers out there tonight. I want sexy, smoldering eyes, firm tits and body glitter. Please, no, Moorenot the glitter again. Ginger frowned from her niche. Oh yes, all of the glitter.