Poor Unfortunate Soul (Damien)

[DOLORES HAZE]

"After all, dear, what is idle prattle for?" Dolores wore a tight black rubber dress with a skirt that came up to her mid-thigh, fishnet and pumps- leaning on a pole in the blue-green light's glory at the Cat Scratch Club. Tonight she was stealing the Poor Unfortunate Souls number from the highly acclaimed animated 90's Disney film, the Little Mermaid. She was Ursula, just thin, hot, redhaired, thonged, and a whip (what she'd like to call her 'tentacle') in her hand. She played with the tough braided leather, teasingly rubbing it back and forth between her legs, eyes scanning the audience for anyone significantly worthy to take her home that night. Dolores even played and spun around in the bubbles she requested just for this particular performance, that little mix between cutesy and sex kitten was sure to rile up the regulars as well as visitors who had come to see her perform. She whipped her hair from side to side, undoing that neat little bun she had been trying so hard not to mess up since the beginning of the song- acting like she didn't give a flying fuck where the bobby pins had landed.

Dolores passionately knelt before the front, the spotlights reflecting off her pale, spotless skin. "Come on!" She yelled, as hoots and hollers surrounded her form, causing the young lady to tangle her fingers in her hair, dropping the whip. "They're not all that impressed with conversation! True gentlemen avoid it when they can." With that, she handed off the whip to one of the men oggling at her almost fully exposed chest area, beckoning him to swat her her behind while she turned around. "Oh! I'm so bad. I keep talking. Shut me up, mister." She whimpered a little, pouting in her deep, red lipstick and continued singing clear as a bell, "But they dote and swoon and fawn- on a lady who's withdrawn!" On her side now, she stuck her leg in the air as two Japanese men stuck bills in her garter, making her mouth a 'thank you' to the Motorola executives. "It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man!"

She stuck her tongue out and bit down, acting like she just regretted the action. Dolores soon enough went back into her straddling position, taking the whip back from the still drooling man. Oh, you're too cute. A wink from her was enough to throw a hundred dollar bill on the stage, incredibly gracious indeed. "Come on you poor unfortunate soul! Go ahead! Make your choice! I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day, It won't cost much...Just your voice! She let her hands trail up her sides, eventually teasing at letting 'the girls' come out to 'play', but shook her head wickedly. No, I never get maked at my shows. It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing. If they were more than interested, they'd have stand out as a special individual through this crowd- and it was very hard (pun definitely intended) because tonight it looked like she had a full house. The sixteen year old made a note to tell Mona and Mimi later on her success. "You poor unfortunate soul, It's sad but true...If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, You've got the pay the toll."

She didn't even have to explain that line at all, innuendo perfectly fitting in the midst of a Disney song- and loved how little things like that worked out. "Take a gulp and take a breath- And go ahead and sign the scroll! Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys...The boss is on a roll!" She belted out as she let the whip trail around her waist, and down forth... lifting up her too-short-for-anything skirt to reveal those too-small-for-anything undergarment complete with a 'Hello Kitty' stitching over the front. Hey- it didn't fit her theme, but thought it was cute. She had no shame in still following Hello Kitty. Maybe with that generously hundred dollar large tip, she could buy more things at the Sanrio store. Dolores liked to surround herself with more cute things anyway. For her last line, she chose to wrap her legs around a random man who looked pretty handsome in a really dangerous way- what was more sexier than that? She didn't even know. She used the whip to pull his face close to hers and stared for a moment in the silence. Her lips were tracing his earlobe while huskily whispering her last lyrics, but it echoes throughout the club because of the microphone in the mask she wore. "You poor...unfortunate souulll."

(the man she is on is Damien XD jsyk.)

[mephi]

Damien had come to the club for a good drink. That was what he always came to the club for. It was merely a coincidence that gorgeous, divine women strutted upon the stage for his viewing pleasure. Wasn't it?

Ha! Hell no, he came every week to this club to get laid. There was no question about that. It was a different one every week, lest the become too attatched. He was, after all, very rich and famous, and he couldn't afford to have THIS sort of scandal all over the papers (though scandals were his specialty, he pick and chose which ones the public knew about, and this wasn't one of them). He didn't want Dahlia to find out about his adventures at the Cat Scratch Club, least she disapprove (and God knows he ALWAYS wanted her approval. He had to snicker at that).

He'd had his eye on this red head for a while, but she was always off with another man, but tonight, it would be different. He'd come into the club that night for her, and only her, ready to pounce on her like a lion. She couldn't more than barely out of her teens, but Damien wasn't one to judge. He would take what he could get, and he was definitely taking her home tonight.

He had to admit, it wasn't just the sex. He loved the feeling of having every whore in the club wrapped around his finger. he loved the idea that they probably gossiped about him in the dressing rooms, wondering who he'd pick tonight, and he loved how he knew most of them would be seething with jealousy at his choice tonight.

He hadn't been entirely impressed with the song itself, as he was never a fan of Disney. But her performances always made the songs better, and seemed to always get the crowd riled up.

He sat calmly, clapping with the others but only mildly whenever they got excited. His entire mouth was stretched into a dangerous grin, and he caught her eye toward the end of the song, and thank God she took the bait. She had wrapped her legs around him, and lustfully whispered her lyrics in his ear. She was brilliant.

He grinned at her some more, licking his lips lightly and rubbing her back with one hand, sticking a couple hundred dollar bills in the strap of her dress, his gaze at her suggesting feverishly his offer, knowing full and well she would take it.

[DOLORES HAZE]

It was by examining him up close that she realized who he was. Dolores successfully hid the shock from her painted face behind the mask and let her arms grace his shoulders, holding him closer by his neck. Oh of course, she knew fully well who this was. This was the man who the girls talked about constantly backstage, and he was one of the entrants who left her fellow dancers all a buzz. There were many nights when she would try her best to hide her full interest, eyes focusing on the vanity in front of her as she got ready for her next song- but he would just not get out of her mind. How she wished to experience the expetise this man had to offer all of her friends, and his reputation sounded extremely impressive. One fathful night, one of her fellow dancers included her into a conversation with the others, asking Dolores if he'd scooped her up yet. Her reply was full of frustrated murmurs and lots of biting her tongue- it was like she was the odd one out.

For the longest time, she tried her best to fit in and be 'one of the girls', but with this separation in between them. she felt like she was being isolated, frowned down upon- and worst of all.. babied. Oh, how she hated that word. She was quite the independent soul. Although she loved playing up the kid-role, she hated being treated like one when the ball was out of her hands. She didn't get it. Dolores was sexy. Dolores was talented and a good dancer just like the rest of the pioneers, if not better because of her constant practicing and youthful attractiveness to the public. She considered herself very successful in what she wanted from the audience, her partners prestigious as they were loaded. But why in the world had this myseterious lover man not shown up or picked her up yet? It complete confused her- what was his deal? Was she not as big as a skank? Was she too much? Did he know how old she was and avoided any illegal activity this counting her out of his precious sex lineup?

The girls must have noticed the disappointment in her face when three of them came to pet her hair and give comforting hugs. "Aw, don't worry Lolli. Maybe it's not your time yet. You're still blooming, ya know." With that, they would unhook her bra from behind, a little backstage joke of theirs, and she'd laugh- hooking it back up once again. It was a running gag that they never tired of. But now, it was her moment... here he was, and she hoped that she had made a vry good first impression. "It took you long enough to find me, Mister. I was starting to get worried. I've heard a lot of good things about you." She pulled away and winked, and felt the couple hundred dollar tip in her strap, and shook her head disapprovingly. Dolores took the money out and stretched the front of her dress, dropping the bills inside the tight fitting costume, patting her small breasts down with a sweet grin. "There, all safe and secure..." She swung her legs, squeezing herself tighter around his waist, "Did you enjoy my show?" As more music blared behind her, more inexperienced dancers began their own performance.