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Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	duchess ; district one . fin Jul 2, 2016 18:32:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Jul 2, 2016 18:32:54 GMT -5 d u c h e s s ; welcome to the duchess love factory stripper . local girl gang . russian roulette enthusiast python, ele or nyte probs has dibs
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duchess ; district one . fin Jul 3, 2016 20:25:41 GMT -5

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Post by Avalon on Jul 3, 2016 20:25:41 GMT -5

DUCHESS

young girl with an accent with her back bent
ass out to the whole world
we can buy it out for tonight
stepping outside for a light

Welcome To The Duchess Love Factory;

Greedy, wrinkled man hands shuffled up and down her partly bare body with crumpled up bills that could hardly find their own way, and space, even if her skimpy, air tight, outfit hadn't been neatly shaped up her curvy ass. Sweaty hair tangled and she languidly combs her manicured acrylic nails through the drenched locks. Hips twirling up another storm, she sets off the dazzling lightning show with a specific sway of the hips, and caress of her hands down the front of her waist, plumping her chest forward. A smile forms before she's whipping around with a raised heel and releasing the following thunder when her right foot steps before the left, assisting a lean back. One hand feeling up and down her pole, Leon, the other enclosed by her hair.

Eighteen years old, only one within a diverse range of ages, and she had been already running the main stage for two years. 'Duchess', written in cursive glass and kissed with a neon light glow that flickered into illuminance once her dim stage lights switched on. 'Duchess', carved into the table tops with pocket knives, finished off with little doodles, signature hearts, and fading kiss marks from the "lipstick lesbians", that she so enjoyed putting the 'best shows' on for. Twirling her curves as the money rained down on her, she knows the best tippers are either the overly wealthy men of District One, or the lesbians. And damn well she loved the latter enough to partake in sexualized body shots for the on-the-house alcohol, and especially for the gimme cash.

'Duchess', signature tattooed across the arm of a bald man who reaches out to grope and grab her with touchy-touchy fingers. Continually problematic, she turns to him with a, "You're drunk", and a shallow tone to match the devils stare. Ignoring her, the man is too preoccupied by the way her ass jiggles in those tight shorts when she squats in front of him. He smiles drunkenly, reaching around and towards her ass again, but she stops him in his route. Grabbing his fingers in a reflex, she rotates his hand quickly, and snaps something important. "AAAGH, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!", he shouts in an agonizingly painful shriek. "Get the fuck out.", she says to the point, with a cold after bite. Ripping the bills from his other hand, as he weakly attempts to defend himself, pushing away, she shoves it in her bra before he's bounced out of the club harder than her ass' constant state of being.

The night ran on without a cripple. Undressing herself for show, she took her top off for an older man who bid extra big bucks before swiping hundreds and hundreds of dollars from his hands and letting it rain on the entirety of her stage. Her stage. She's greedy and selfish for it- she's so damn cashsexual, aside from her glorious fetish of victors, but particularly because they have even bigger bucks than the wealthy old men she shakes her ass for every night. Some have questioned why she refers to her pole as 'Leon', and the simple answer is that it's as close as she'll get to straddling the famous Krigel himself.

Sucking on a cherry blow lollipop, she thought of Mace Emberstatt and ran it around her mouth, across her red stained tongue. Slipping the lolli off to a man who slapped down an extra pretty buck right before the night ended, she leaned away from her pole and blew a good night kiss as the club lights began to die down. When the club closed that's when the really party sparked. The pink neon sign flickered as it echoed her name after a long night of dealing with straight bullshit. Though, she made far more than enough to pay for a good month of her rent, without the help of her shitty, sex-obsessed, perverted boss, and she was more than willing to play along if it rolled in the stripper cash for her bougie ass. It'd been a good night for tippers, and she was gonna buy new pairs of designer heels to match new name brand purses.

Hand curled around a glass of scotch on ice, the shit faced owner of the club, Harvey, bit his lip as she passed on by. Duchess was his favorite ever since she found her way crawling in like a lost puppy on the streets. There was a fire between the two of them, but not the romantic type - she wanted to set all of his shit on fire, along with him, and he wanted to make her ass feel on fire for a pretty penny. He paid her rent as the months dragged on, she paid him in sex. An under the table deal from the other strippers, but he was willing to do anything to find his way wrapped up in her sheets one way or the other. As for Duchess, she'd fake it to make it, even if she had the passing thought to slit his throat like a hunter. Precisely.

"You looked reeeeaal good today out there tonight, baby.", Harvey said with a sort of swagger, he leaned against the bar top with a bitten lip. Duchess paused from walking on by, rolling her eyes behind his back, before turning to face the predator himself. A grin full of sarcasm, she swatted and swayed her stack of money in the palm of her left hand, she didn't need him for practically the next month or two. "Mind if I- swing by again after tonight?", his eyes scanned Duchess up and down, the feeling of violation rushed up her core, and it hadn't been often for she was a stripper. Pushing his unbuttoned suit top away from his from his body he placed his hand on his hip, and Duchess mimicked the same stance. "No, I've the money.", voice harsh and quick to reply. Harvey grinned, he loved it when they played hard to get. "You'll need me next month, don't worry.", he responded. "And you'll need to fix your comb over.", she clapped back.

Babes, bitches, boobs, booze, and drugs. The night took a drunken turn, double fisting glasses and glasses of alcohol, Duchess found herself sitting upon a bar stool. Ass laid out right in front of her, on the dimly lit bar table, she finished counting cash and began using a razor and card to crush up the drugs. It was almost an addiction, but not necessarily, she knew it was bad, and she could go forever without it. Though, it's the high and rush that excites her, and she wouldn't find the stripper life fun if it wasn't as stereotypical as it comes. Cash and drugs. Finishing the lines, she rolls up one of her hundred dollar bills, scraping with her card a perfect line that follows the tan on the strippers ass. The burning sensation isn't too bad and doesn't last very long, she was used to it by now. However, Duchess couldn't remember how many drinks and lines she'd done through the night, and within minutes she'd blacked out.

The rest of the night was a blur, but she was very conscious once waking up. The sound of her voice, "One, Two- Blink... Bang.", was followed by a gun shot and the fall of a boys body. In return, she grabbed the cigarette he slid her across the table, and left the body to be taken care of. She became a free girl.

"What the fuck happened last night?", a question looking for an answer.

thoughts/actions/italics -
other dialogue -
my dialogue -

coke, and i smoke vapor, no papers
slow poke and i don't know about photos
let's go though
how old are you?

♔ ♔ ♔

Last Edit: Jul 7, 2016 5:07:04 GMT -5 by Avalon

"solitaire something you consider rare"

credit to zoë

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