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Back to School Party (NSFW)
Dramatis Personae

Hawker, Thalia, Erin, Ike, Jalal, Ruben, Nimai, London, Maleko, Alessa ST: Matteo

18 September, 2016


Back to School party at Bella's Strip Club!

Location

Bella Gentlemen's Club


ST: Matteo

It's mid-September, meaning classes are back in session at the university. Like any enterprising adult entertainment venue, Bella Gentlemen's Club has taken full advantage of the influx of 18-to-22 year olds. Tonight's 'Back to School' event was advertised online, on campus bulletin boards, and with a full-sized ad in the newspaper: half-price drinks, free admission with a college ID, and the promise of fun for all.

Customers have started to trickle in at this early hour, though most are decidedly older than the students this place perhaps meant to attract. Matteo stands by the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as he takes alternating puffs on a lit cigar.

Hawker was a regular; or he lived here, he's got dress slacks and a button up shirt..his silver wolfheaded cane, because Classy, and a light jacket on <darn chilly nights! Maybe a girl here will change that...>. He can easily cover the money needed to get in, Matteo shouldn't even charge him. Hawker thinks so, but his customary Fireball and Budlight are the first order of business..

Erin looks to be about the right age for a back to school event, but, alas, has no such card to get her in and get the benefits. Still, she doesn't seem to mind too much. At least, the red-and-black-haired woman is smiling brilliantly as she makes her way into the establishment. Today she's toned down the 'gothier than thou' attire a bit. She still has the screaming red lipstick and nail polish, but her outfit simply consists of a black tanktop with the silver glittered words 'The sky's the limit' spangled across the chest, along with a pair of blue jeans faded into what must be just about the perfect amount of comfort. Paired with equally faded Doc Martins, she looks like she spent only a few minutes in front of the mirror before heading out. She makes her way toward the bar, deftly between the mostly taller inhabitants of this world with the ease of long familiarity. When she gets there, she has to straighten up and project her voice to be heard. "Whiskey sour, please."

Since it's a Back to School event one must wear a school girl outfit, right? Right?! Thalia is circulating the crowd in one. The little red pleated skirt doesn't come close to coverinng her skinny pert ass, and her cropped off St John's tee shirt is showing off a whole lot of underboob. Barefoot, she weaves between bodies and tables, gifting people with smiles and waves as she makes her way towards the bar in dire need of a Shirley Temple.

This boss smirks, raising his glass in a salute to Hawker. "Good to see you again." With a puff of his cigar, he flashes a broader smile to Erin, cocking his head to the bartender. "Welcome to our little club, Miss. We hope you enjoy yourself tonight, mm?" And then, of course, Matteo's eyes are on Thalia, and he shoots her a wink. "Glad to see you decided to dress in the spirit of the festivities, dear." There's a low chuckle from the strip club boss and mafioso before he drinks again.

Hawker will settle in beside Matteo as he slams back his Fireball and his eyes have to dart between Thalia..and the goth girl. "It's not like I ever stay away long." Except when he's off at Kilo's club, enjoying cheap ass drinks with her crew...or being -threatened- by their crew. Silly people! But he does grin a bit at Thalia. "So are you going to get in a fight over prices again with Lawyers?" He asks Matteo jokingly.

"Thank you, sir," Erin tirlls back to Matteo when he welcomes her. She takes her drink, lifting it in a short salute to him. "Looks like things are just getting started. What sort of fun is on the menu tonight?" When she spots Thalia circulating out and about, one raven brow lofts ever so high. Her teeth flash in a smile as she lets out a short and sharp wolf whistle in her friend's direction.

Thalia winks at Hawker as she comes up behind Matteo and stands on the bottom rung of his barstool, leaning forward so her boobs press against the back of his head. A grin is flashed at Erin and her whistle before she waves the tender down towards them. "I am in desperate need of a Shirely Temple. The pinker it is, the more I will love you!" Giggling a little bit, she bends down and kisses the Bossman's cheek. "I am always in the spirit. You should find out sometime." she murmurs before hopping off the back of his stool with a laugh.

Hawker has -fond- memories of Thalia being in the spirit, enough to make him snicker quietly at her comment before he glances at Erin. "She's worse then me." he confides to Matteo quietly before glancing back at Thalia. "Which says some thing." He admits before sipping from his beer.

The boss laughs, giving the dancer in the schoolgirl uniform's side a little squeeze before he returns to his drink. "The night is young, yeah. Who knows? Maybe a lucky frat boy will get tied to the pole." He indicates the club's sole stage with a smirk, taking a puff of his cigar. "Or maybe we'll send someone to detention and teach them a lesson, eh? Anything's possible on Back to School Night." The mobster laughs again, looking over to Hawker with a knowing grin. "Glad you've come back with a full wallet again, eh?"

Erin utters a laugh, apparently quite pleased by the potential entertainments for the evening. "Either of those sound like they'd be fun. You know, I never -did- get detention before." She lets this thought trail off with a wink toward Matteo before she takes her whiskey sour in hand. A quick swig empties half the glass. It seems she came here without any reservations against partying. "Thalia's worse than you? I'd believe it. I'm Erin." This is to Hawker, when he mentions how bad Thalia is in comparison to himself. Thalia gets a quick wink as she seeks out her drink. "I love the outfit, kitten."

Thalia sticks her tongue out at Hawker and leans against Matteo while she waits for her fizzy pink drink to be made. "He better have a full wallet." An expectant brow lifts in Hawker's direction and then she grins down at Erin. "Hey! You have noooooo idea." she exclaims to Erin and then steps away from Matteo enough to do a little twirl in the walkway that give a little more than a glimpse of her base ass cheeks, the wispy white triangle of clothe between her legs and a fair bit more tit.

"And there's no dress code for tonight, obviously. Or at least, not a Catholic dress code." The boss laughs uproariously, seeming to delight in his own humor as he puffs on his cigar and keeps his eyes transfixed on Thalia for a moment. Downing another gulp of his whiskey, Matteo turns his attention back to Erin and Hawker. "You might want to be careful, of course. Last time he met a woman who didn't work here, he paid her over a grand to take her clothes off. A very industrious man, eh?" Another laugh.

Erin cocks her head at Matteo's words, at last offering a rather unladylike snort. "A thousand? I think we can do better than that." She lifts her head, giving a haughty sniff that is severely at odds with the light glinting in her eye. "I'm good enough for three grand, at the least. A bargain at that price, even." Ruby lips frame a smile, until her attention gets torn in Thalia's direction. It'd be lie to say she doesn't ogle for a minute. She doesn't even try to hide it. At last, she drops her gaze back to her drink and takes another long swig. "Oh boy."

Hawker rolls his eyes at Matteo mentioning how much he spent. "Yes..and then you encouraged her to come back.." He says and holds up his money clip, that's more then a thousand. "I probably have -more- money then Matteo, he just doesn't like to be one upped in wasting money. It's why he owns a Civic, and I own a boat, and a Chevelle." He teases Matteo and looks at Erin with a quirked eyebrow. "I think at -that- price I better get way more then a lap dance. It better be an exclusive retreat to like, Tijuana, or what ever. I prefer Germany my self.." He does also do the same thing..oogle Thalia's bottom.

Thalia climbs back up on the bottom rung of Matteo's stool again, leaning her lean, supple body against his as she peers down the bar where the tender works on her drink. Anyone behind, gets a lovely view of her ass. "Pinker!" she calls down towards the tender and then looks at the three of them. Bumping Matteo with her pelvis she snickers. "You paid me $500 to get naked for you before I worked here." A brow gets lifted at Erin though and then her gaze slips to Hawker. "Well, you going to top three grand?"

"And what exactly are you expecting for three grand," comes Erin's question a heartbeat later. The mostly-empty whiskey sour is tilted at an angle, the better to get the last of it out and down her gullet. "A retreat would eat up most of that money. Where's the profit, hon?" She rolls her shoulders in a shrug, watching the spectacle that is Thalia's ass in that skirt for a moment. "Another," she tells the bartender, making a winsome face as she lays down her money in the quest to get drunker.

The strip club boss smirks widely, taking a sip from his drink just after he's bumped in an up-close-and-personal fashion by Thalia. "What can I say, eh? I know good talent when I see it. Had to convince a lovely young lady such as yourself to work at a club like this, didn't I?" He winks once, eyes on the bartender before looking beyond Thalia to smile towards Erin and Hawker. "I'd say tonight is off to a good start, right?"

Hawker is noticing a trend..any time Matteo hosts a party; he ends up with needing to visit the ATM or make a gun run for quick cash that week. Very tricky situation isn't it? "It would? Huh. I guess I'd need to use an ATM there then." He says and watches Erin, Thalia -might- get ignored tonight, Erin is a new thing he isn't sure what to make of yet! "I think Matteo would be legally bound to throw me out of the club if I said what my brain -normally- thinks at times. He is supposed to be respectable." He says and taps his cane against his bar stool.

Thalia leans down and whispers something to Matteo before she hops off his stool again and saunters down to Erin's. There, she once more mounts the bottom rung, except this time, her arms go around Erin's neck and she grins at Hawker. "Better go find an ATM mister." Then she rubs her cheek against Erin's with a purr and her rump sticking out once more.

"Mmhmm. I wonder what happens to a naughty schoolgirl in that type of uniform who breaks the rules, eh?" Matteo responds to something Thalia whispered, apparently, before swigging back the rest of his whiskey and setting it on the bar for a refill. He puffs his cigar again, eyes alternately on Thalia's well-presented bottom and Hawker. "We can run cash off your credit card, too, as long as you have the cash advance option or whatever." Ever so helpful, the mafioso seems satisfied as his refilled whiskey is served.

"Damned straight you would." Erin's retort to Hawker has a 'just so' tone to it. She smiles her thanks to the tender as her drink comes back. Fingers are wrapped around the cool class as she turns so she can put her back to the bar. "That true, Matteo?" Her question is obviously in regards to Hawker's being allowed to speak his mind or not. When the boss-man talks about a good time, she lifts her drink in salute. "So far I'd say so!" She makes a surprised, happy sound when Thalia joins her on her stool. "Hey Doll," she says, rubbing her cheek back in return.

Thalia answers Matteo's query with a tempting wiggle of her ass and an impish grin at the man. "Spankings. I hope." giggling, she presses a kiss to Erin's cheek and then leans against her and over her making grabby hands for her Shirley Temple. And it is PINK. With a few extra cherries to sweeten the deal. Straightening herself up, she curls her feet to help keep her uncanny balance and suck at the grenadine and Sprite concoction with a blissful look on her face. "So, decided to say fuck you to the family then? Let your hair down a little bit." she asks Erin as the pets her dark hair.

"Oh, we cater to all sorts of adult interests here, mm? I aim to hire the best talent in town and offer the best experience." Matteo winks once to Erin, taking a swig of his whiskey and chuckling in response to Thalia as she sips her pink concoction. "An excellent guess." He looks to Hawker, and takes a few puffs of his cigar.

Hawker rolls his shoulders a bit at the girls. "You know for girls trying to fleece me..neither is sucking up to me." Well..he's sure Thalia will at some point when she's done letting Matteo ..do Matteo things. "I don't even bother with that here...if I some how max out my ATM Withdrawls..we got a problem." Such as his fiance might really wonder how he managed to spend -that- much in one night..and not come home with new German Shepherds!

"Pretty much," Erin tells Thalia, tossing her head pertly. "They can loosen up and suck a few dicks if they don't like it." She taps the edge of her glass to Thalia's in a toast, leaning back against the girl in the schoolgirl outfit. "Hawker wants us to suck up to him. Are we trying to fleece him? I thought we were just having a good time. Was I wrong?" She's playing innocent, pale eyes showing the lie that it is. "How much to buy a lap dance from you, pretty thing?" She licks her lips, then casts a glance to Matteo. "All sorts of interests, hmm? Thalia here mentioned spankings, I think."

"Fleecing... and fluffing.. Hawker is worth it." Thalia comments with a grin to the man before looking down the line to Matteo. There's a little waggle of her eyebrows at him. "It's not nice to tease the hired help. If you're gunna punish me for breaking the rules you should do it. Or are you going to keep track of how many times a break them and do a one for one." Catching the straw with her tongue, she pulls it to her lips and sucks on it before looking at Erin. "Depends on the dance."

"I haven't seen too much bad behavior yet, hmm? But yes, I'm good at keeping employees in line." There's a wink from Matteo to Thalia and Erin at the bar, where he's seated. Several other customers line the faux-leather seats of the club at this hour. Admission is free with a college ID, and discounts are running on house liquor.

"Dove is the -best-, not that you need me to tell you, of course. A star performer." The boss winks once toward Erin, taking a swig of his whiskey.

Hawker shakes his head a bit at Matteo's words about keeping people in line. "You mean you -watch- chaos unfold and claim you find order in it." Partially true! Hawker is seated beside Matteo and he grins a bit at Thalia. "Thanks Luv, I love to be told I'm worth robbing." He teases her and glances at Erin. "See? I'm worth robbing."

"Of course," Erin says, agreeing with Matteo oh-so-amiably. She's currently sitting on a stool with a whiskey sour in hand. Thalia is perched on the lower rungs of said stool, leaning against Erin's back. The little goth considers for a moment before responding to the blonde. "Let's just say something to get my heart beating a little faster. I haven't seen you at work yet, at any rate." She bursts into a snorting little laugh at Hawker. "Duly noted, my friend. If I have to try to rob someone, you'd be it."

Jalal has a college ID and come out with a few other guys from his dorm. Once they enter most make there way to the seats closed to the stage, perv row. Jalal instead makes his way to the bar, not being twenty one yet and not wanting to get evicted right away he orders a Shirley Temple. He then looks around and lets out a soft whistle.

Ike is not a college student, but it's possible that he looks rather similar to one. Except maybe the fashion sense, as his would be a little on the plain and rugged side. But hey, it's widely publicized and there's likely to be girls! After getting his ID checked, he continues in with his gaze constantly sweeping the expanding crowd, probably looking for a familiar face. When he spots Hawker, that's where he ends up heading, using his height a bit to his advantage. "Hey man."

Thalia is looking all sorts of Back To School, what with her red pleated miniskirt that does nothing to cover her pale ass, and the cropped St. John's tee shirt that offers a nice view of underboob. She's barefoot and sipping on a very PINK Shirley Temple herself. The leggy blonde steps down from the rung she's perched on and licks Erin's neck before looking at Matteo with a grin. "Keep count bossman. I have expectations!" As more folks start to filter in. She glances at Erin, Hawker and Matteo before she catches sight of the incoming Ike.

Hawker will move to gesture at Ike with his beer when he gets up to him. "Hey Kage." He says with a slight grin and glances at Matteo with a sudden Cheshire smile. "Hey I got an idea..how much to make -Matteo- get on the pole instead of teasing his girls?" He says, pointedly looking at Matteo..Now to be fair? This isn't -nearly- as bad as when Hawker chased Pavel with a Dildo baseball bat.

Erin twitches visibly, but not in a terribly displeased manner. "That's it. I think I need a dance, now. If only so my poor abused heart can settle." She leans back against Thalia, pressing her nose to the girl's cheek. "For me, and for a grand?" She bites down on her lower lip, trying to look distressed. That is, until the idea of Matteo up at the pole makes her bust into a throaty giggle.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm very good at keeping count in a circumstance such as this, hmm?" Matteo winks once to Thalia, raising his glass and taking a deep gulp as he watches another stream of customers enter the club. "Welcome, friends! Enjoy half price drinks and special deals on dances all night long! We're more fun than midterm exams, and better looking than your hot professor!" The mobster and club boss seems delighted as he puffs on a lit stogie.

Jalal sips his freshly delivered Shirley Temple, "No offence but I would much prefer to see the ladies." He nods ot her man the welcomes him, "Thanks." He then climbs onto a stool at the bar.

"Kage?" Ike asks, probably sounding a little oblivious on the nickname. He raises a brow at Hawker as he goes to find a seat nearby, whipping off his jacket in the process. With the declaration of Erin, he looks over that way, then back down at Hawker with an amused snicker, making himself comfortable. "So is it an all ages, all genders kinda thing tonight?" he wonders.

A leather jacket's checked at the door, and then Ruben walks into the club; a dark blue dress shirt, a pair of dark slacks, nice but casually stylish clothes. The shoes are polished -- but they're running shoes if one takes a closer look. Despite being in the club, a set of shades is perched upon his face. Perhaps the future's just that bright. "Hawker, you behaving yourself," is a question called over as the man's spotted, a hint of good humor to it. At the call from Matteo, he lifts both brows over the edge of his shades, "Well, never let it be said I'm a man to turn down half price drinks!"

The boss raises his glass to Ruben in appreciation, taking a swig. "Good, good. Hope you enjoy yourself tonight, hm?" Matteo smirks broadly.

Hawker grins broadly at Ike when he can't figure out the Kage thing and draws out his phone...and soon hands it to Ike; so he can see the Tenacious D vs Devil thing to get it. "See? You are entirely Kage." He says and glances at Ruben. "I always behave in my place of relaxation! Matteo would be upset if I didn't, and then Thalia wouldn't pine after my wallet." he says and gestures at Ike..Ruben..and Erin. "Right. Set up three shots of Angel's Envy for them, and a double of Fireball for me." he says to the bar staff. Poor Barstaff.

"Angel's Envy?" Erin's voice is curious as she looks back at Hawker. She's still leaning against Thalia, and seems quite content with that state of affairs for the moment, thankyouverymuch.

"...I'm goin' to regret bein' friends with you, aren't I?" Ike asks Hawker after watching the requisite video, a mock groan coming from him afterwards. He passes the phone back, then upnods Ruben with a greeting of, "Hey, Ruben. Been a bit. How's it goin'? Slightly surprised to see you here." He looks entertained, though, especially as Hawker orders up shots on his tab. "So if you're a regular, who're your friends?"

"I am a man of many mysteries," is Ruben's tongue-in-cheek response to Ike, smile tugging up at the corner of his lips as he joins the others; sliding into a seat, one of those brows making an appearance again at the order. "Angel's Envy? Well, you aren't sparing any expense tonight, are you? Well, I'm not complaining..."

Thalia presses another little kiss to Erin's cheek before she moves away from the other girl and sucks on her straw as she eyes the newcomers. Grinning a touch, she walks down the line and pauses beside Matteo. Reaching around him, she sets her Shirley Temple in front of him. "Watch that for me please?" she purrs to the Bossman before pressing a kiss to his cheek as well. "I'm gunna go dance and make you some money." she adds before she starts to slip through the crowd, working her way back towards the DJ booth and the dressing room.

Hawker will watch Jalal a bit..another shirley temple? This is an odd night so far, but he'll glance back at those he bought shots for as they show up. "Entirely; you'll wake up naked, drunk, and in jail being informed we stole a semi truck full of cheetohs in an attempt to take over Cuba. It'll be a blast." He says and raises his double. "Prost! Skoal! Slainte!" He says and goes to clink shot glasses before knocking his back. Ahh yes...the rest of them get to do one of the smoothest classical burbouns in the US of A.

The boss sets the non-alcoholic, PINK beverage directly in front of him on the bar, and just as soon takes a swig of his own whiskey. Matteo watches the swishing of Thalia's too-short skirt as she heads off toward the dressing room, a broad smile on his face before he averts his eyes and glances back toward the main floor of the club. "Drink up! The night's still young." He looks down the bar, toward the others.

Jalal notices that he is being watched and gives Hawker a nod with the hint of a smile and he takes another drink of his Shirley. He listens to the mans plans for the evening, "You;y you want to steal a boat of cheetos? can't really drive to Cuba."

Erin is only too quick to take the offered shot, lifting it in salute to Hawker before slamming it back. Tiny as she is, she seems to be able to handle her liquors fairly well. There's a hint of color on her pale cheeks as she sets the glass down. "Oh, my. I never knew it came in pints!" She seems to be on her way to tipsy, voice pleasantly fuzzed around the edges. She offers a smile to the newcomers, with mildly curious glances at each. Until Thalia leaves to take the stage. Then she lets out a fairly shrill catcall-style whistle in approval.

Ruben's head turns a bit to admire the passage of Thalia towards the back as well with a lazy smile, before he's reaching out to claim one of the shot glasses set down--raising it up in a casual sort of toast. "I'm not that much of a light weight, Hawker," he observes, his tone a bit wry. A glance to the others--who it seems Hawker and possibly Ike know, "Ruben, by the way."

Ike takes a look at the shot that's put in front of him, reaching to close a hand around it and down half the shot rather than the whole thing. He swishes it around a bit, testing out the flavor and then gives a nod of approval. "Guess you really are goin' all the way, huh?" he wonders of Hawker, amused, and then allows his attention to drift over to first Erin, and then Thalia who's taking the stage... with obviously renewed interest there.

Hawker goes back to his budlight after he lights a Pall Mall <Menthol Short of course> and looks at Jalal, snickering. "I got a few boats actually; waiting to get paper work done on a third in fact.> Also a Plane, because flying Hawker is wonderful, but as Thalia draws cat calls, wolf whistles..in general, attention, he gets to Ike. "That's Dove..she'll give you a heart attack if you aren't careful, she knows her tricks.." He says about the retreating school girl tease. "Then we got Matteo...." He finally looks at Erin and grins. "And that one will end up pleasantly buzzed and giving dances later I bet." Then he glances at Ruben. "He's a Sammich." He explains, you know, Ruben. Sandwich.

Then Hawker points his beer bottle at Jalal. "Don't tell me you don't drink.." He says and glances back to Ike. "You know, contrary to popular belief..I have taste. At least in women, food, and drinking." Which is the most important things in the world!

Jalal smiles, "Oh I'll drink but I don't have ID that says I am legal to. I mean I just got into the place I want ot see at least one dance before I get kicked out." He smile,s "Espceially sicne the next dancer looks pretty damn good."

Whoever is on stage dancing to whatever song that is playing finished off her set as the music comes to an end. Usually, Thalia.. aka Dove.. likes to make an entrance, but there's a big enough crowd that it really isn't warranted tonight. Instead, the delicious squall of guitars and a moment later a slinky bass thrum announce the blonde's arrival to the stage. Still wearing her red pleated skirt and St. John's tee, she pads down the length of the stage, pausing to give an artful little twirl on the pole before she reaches the end of the stage.

The club boss swirls his whiskey in his glass, taking a swig as he looks alternately down the bar and over the club's main floor. When Dove takes the stage, Matteo's grin stretches from nearly ear to ear. "Alright! Remember to tip your bartenders, servers, and most importantly -- the hottest dancers in Fallcoast!" He drinks as if to punctuate his words, eyes on the stage.

"...Gotta thing for chicks dressed like that," Ike mentions to no one in particular, but maybe considering Hawker's close proximity to him. He continues to watch Thalia slink her way across the stage, lips quirked up on one side in a slightly goofy grin. Then he looks over at Ruben, saying to him, "Y'know, if you're a Sammich you're probably one of the most worrisome I've seen. I don't really like smart food."

It's a toast that, it seems, Ruben will drink to, at the very least! An easy nod to those he's introduced to in turn, a roll of his eyes at the 'sandwich' comment behind his shades, and then he's turning to the stage as the new music comes on. A smile curves to his lips, fingertips tapping on the bar in time with the Manson as he brings the shot glass up to Matteo's toast - and then slams it back.

"Just ignore Hawker," he chuckles lowly to Ike's words, though his eyes are on the stage, "You should know that by now."

Having tested the durability more than a few times, when Dove reaches the end of the stage she springs up and grab hold of the bottom of the lighting rig. The dancer's lean body has a lot more muscle than one might imagine and while she hangs there, her cropped shirt rides up a little higher. Lifting her legs up off the stage, she holds herself perfectly still in splits for a few beats before she relaxes herself and swings teasingly back and forth before dropping back down onto the stage.

Hawker settles back a bit when Dove takes the stage; he's seen her..more intimately, an experience he still hopes to play out again. "Except Hawker is rich." He points out and glances at Jalal. "Looks we need to break the rookie in before he's chased off." He teases and moves to run his fingers through the bills in his clip..yep; enough to make Thalia come over maybe?

"Suppose I'll show you men how it's done, eh?" The club boss grabs Dove's Shirley Temple, his whiskey in the other hand as he rises from his barstool and heads over toward the rail seats near the stage. Once the drinks are set down, the boss settles into his chair, digging in his trousers for his black leather wallet. Matteo produces a $20 bill, setting it against the rail while the blonde bombshell dances to Marilyn Manson.

A frown as Ike's phone starts to buzz, and then a grunt comes from him. Even so, he flashes a smile to Ruben and says, "Yeah I know, but it's kinda entertainin' to play along. Excuse me, I gotta take this." Then he goes to step out somewhere quieter.

Jalal looks over at hHawker and his wad of bills and smiles, "Somehow I don't think getting broken in will be that bad." He is sadly a poor college student with out much of a wad of bills of his own.

Thalia sways her hips as she catwalks down the stage, giving tempting peeks of her bottom before she hooks a leg around the pole and goes for another spin. Arching her back, she's quite happy doing what she is if her smile is any indication. One, two, three times she spins and ends by sliding down the length of the pole, her knees spread and the brass pressed against her pubic bone. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, she pulls herself back up to standing and then slides back down it again, this time with her back to it so when she spreads here thighs the little white triangle of her g-string shows. Leaning forward, she starts to crawl down the stage towards Matteo and that $20 of his.

Ruben's weight shifts smoothly off the bar-stool, Ike's words getting a brief grin flashed in the man's direction. Then he's crossing the floor as well in the wake of the club's owner, finding a chair near the rails as well and dropping down into it. A comfortable slouch back, and he slips a wallet free of his pocket as well, producing some folded bills. Nothing, perhaps, to compare to Hawker's 'rich money' billfold. As she crawls towards Matteo, he grins easily, letting his gaze appreciate the catlike grace of the woman--and, well, everything else she's showing off.

Hawker shifts a bit..what do you mean he has to work to get attention? He'll actually move to stand. "Now Matteo is trying to show me up." Ruben is too! This will not do, the budlight is left behind, along with his smoldering cigarette as he lifts his cane <No he has no limp, it's just stylish, and works well to brain people>. He'll weave his way towards the stage and stand there, leaning a bit on the Cane and peel off a few twenties from the bill fold and hold them out at Thalia, but far enough away she'll have to kitty slink over to him and be close enough to speak to hopefully! Jalal needs to be embarassed!

The club boss winks toward the dancer as she crawls toward the prize, taking a sip of his whiskey as he eyes her. "Good song." The boss voices his approval, and judging from the smile on his face, he likely approves of much more than just the choice of music. The mobster steals a glance back toward the bar, as if inviting some of the stragglers. Hawker gets an appreciative grin, and a salute from the boss's whiskey glass.

Jalal stays at the bar long enough to finish his Shirley Temple then he figures that he better stay close to Hawker since the other man might be trouble ot he heads towards the stage as well.

Rearing up onto her knees in front of Matteo, she wiggles her hips teasingly and arches her back in invitation for him to tuck that bill into the waist band of her little skirt. She doesn't make it easy for him though, rolling and grinding her hips in time with the music. Once the money is secure, she rolls back and braces herself with her hands before arching into a backbend and a slow flip backwards til she is on her feet again. There's money to be made and Ruben is her next target.

The boss reaches to tip the dancer, chuckling under his breath as she keeps moving to the beat of the music rather than making life easy for the twenty-dollar bill. Matteo nonetheless tucks the bill in eventually, watching her make her way over toward Ruben. "One." It seems the mobster has kept his promise of counting something or another, as his grin widens and he drinks again.

A single dark brow lifts itself above the edge of Ruben's shades at the back-bend and the flip, showcasing the sort of athleticism that he didn't expect to see; smile widening at that, pursing briefly in a whistle that likely isn't even audible over the music around the stage. The wallet's tucked away, for now -- the bills remain in hand.

Hawker snickers quietly as Ruben seemingly enjoys him self; shades and all, and he glances at Jalal. "She'll do things to you..ahh you'll love it.." He says and looks back at Thalia, is he giving her an eyeroll? Maybe! That is only because of familiarity with her of course!

Thalia prowls closer to Ruben's spot on the rail, remaining on her feet. Still her hips keep time with the music, rolling and swaying while making that teeny tiny skirt twitch. When she stops in front of the man, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth as her hands rub over her stomach and travel upwards slowly, her fingers pressing into her flesh until she gets to the bottom of her cropped tee. Achingly slow, she teases the fabric up over her chest, baring her perky breasts inch by slow inch. Once the pink capped mounds are exposed, she shimmies a little bit to jiggly the little things at him and then leans forward with her lips parted for the receiving of bills.

Jalal looks at THalia as she dances and reaches into his pocket to get a couple bills out himself. Just singles though given his poor student status. He nods to Hawker, "I think she could break me."

As the dancer pads closer to the rail, Ruben leans inward in response; his hands on his knees, one of them holding folded green as he looks up at her -- still through those shades, as if he was eternally caught in an 80s music video -- and lets his gaze follow those hands sliding up along her stomach, fingertips trailing up to the edge of fabric that hides such treasures. And then they're revealed, inch by anticipatory inch, his smile widening lazily as they do so. Then expands to a grin at the jiggling shimmy, and he leans up -- a twenty held between two fingers, offered to parted lips as he meets her gaze briefly over the edge of his shades

Hawker glances over at Jalal before Thalia teases more and he shifts a bit, damn you Dove! "Don't worry..I'll have her do some thing special for you. Can't send the kid to school with out a reason to live during boring lectures." Which might imply Hawker has some notion of college. How? Good question, since he comes off as a big thug more then any thing else. Still, he's grinning a bit at Dove. He also keeps an eye on Ruben; he has no idea how the man is going to react to the girls here! He has to probably keep him safe from -some-..

Several customers are gathered at the Bella Gentlemen's Club for the Back to School Party. Entry is free with a college ID, and drinks are half price. Thalia's up on the stage, while several others are gathered around at the rail seats, and still more are at private tables and the bar.

Matteo watches Ruben offer the cash up with a delighted grin, sipping his whiskey and eyeing the dancer.

Thalia catches the offered twenty with her teeth, pursing her lips in a mock kiss before she winks at Ruben and straightens back up. Oh Hawker, you bad, bad man you. As she moves towards him she draws the barely there top off of herself and twirls it on her finger tip. The blonde girl grins at the tall, dark and handsome man before she licks her lips and drops down into an open legged crouch in front of him. Spreading her legs wide, the tiny skirt does nothing to hide the white triangle and the contours it presses against. Jalel, he gets a face full of St. Johns shirt in his face as 'Dove' grins at Hawker.

Thalia catches the offered twenty with her teeth, pursing her lips in a mock kiss before she winks at Ruben and straightens back up. Oh Hawker, you bad, bad man you. As she moves towards him she draws the barely there top off of herself and twirls it on her finger tip. The blonde girl grins at the tall, dark and handsome man before she licks her lips and drops down into an open legged crouch in front of him. Spreading her legs wide, the tiny skirt does nothing to hide the white triangle and the contours it presses against. Jalel, he gets a face full of St. Johns shirt in his face as 'Dove' grins at Hawker.

Nimai wanders into the strip club for whatever reason. He pays his entry in and looks about with a sigh. The boy/girl? It's hard to tell. The person seems a little tired but overall seems fine. Nimai wanders and and stands near a wall watching the people in the club. His deadpool hoodie zipped up and the hood partially hiding his small, soft face. His girlish hips and butt shown off in his tighter grey jeans as his black sneakers almost disappear in the room.

Hawker leans in a bit as he runs the money he was holding down along Thalia's thigh, this might be where Matteo might yell at him for almost directly touching her, but he's also going to speak quietly to her. He wants her to take care of Jalal on his dollar..for now. "Be good to him Dove..I think he's -innocent-.." he finishes and winks over at Jalal after he does..and leaves those twenties in Thalia's skirt..with a playful squeeze of her bottom before Matteo gets a chance to try and have him bounced out! All good! Yep! Then of course his eyes linger and dance with a fond memory..lucky Jalal!

Ruben offers a wink over those shades - a grin at her mock-kiss - and then he's leaning back again, casually thumbing through the bills to check how many he's got. It's only a brief diversion of his attention, though, before he's watching the dancer once more. She may no longer be in front of him in particular, but rather Hawker, but she's sure as hell keeping his attention.

The boss spots Nimai, taking a sip of his whiskey as he observes the man's feminine form from the rail seats. That grin of his stays spread across his lips, as he watches Hawker spend an already-impressive sum. "Very good." The words are mostly for his own sake, and he drinks from his liquor again.

Thalia glances back over at Matteo as Hawker starts to run his hand down her thigh with a smile not too much different from a child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and has absolutely zero remorse for it. There's a tiny smirk for Hawker, and a glance down at Jalel for a moment before she leans closer to the long haired man. "We'll see. I kinda like Shades over there." she teases before she rolls back up to standing once the bills are tucked away. Tossing her head back to laugh, she heads back to the pole. Topless now, but still in the red skirt and white g-string.

London rolls in late, here to keep the late night shift in line. She nods to Matteo as she walks along, shrugging off her leather jacket to reveal her usual wife-beater. She has her hair in cornrows tonight, and her loose jeans hang loose to show the waistband of boxers held up by her suspenders. She lights a smoke and makes her way up to the bar, "Clock me in," she says to teh bartender, raising an eyebrow at topless Thalia, nodding in recognition to Hawker and the boss.

Hawker almost looks upset she likes Ruben more! His money is failing him, he might need to like..try charm, or some thing he probably lacks. "Shades? He's named after a sandwich!" he hisses at her as she goes and then he's looking at London and throwing up a fake gang sign..and he catches Nimai and quirks an eyebrow. "I swear if they order a Shirley Temple.." he says loud enough even Nimai could hear -that- comment!

Nimai takes his cell phone and appears to be playing a game on it as he watches the girl dancing on stage. As well as watching everyone interact. He seems a little nervous and doesn't seem to have any intentions of leaving his little shadowy spot on the wall far away from anyone.

Matteo spots London, a smirk cast her way as his eyes follow her for a moment. Taking a swig of his whiskey, his eyes are soon back on Dove as she heads back toward the pole. "Hmm... two? Maybe two." There's a chuckle from the mobster as he considers, swigging his drink again.

Jalal smiles as Thalia dances and then he brings out his couple of singles for his share of a tip. He look over at Hawker, "Hey Shirley temples are good"

Ruben doesn't hear the exchange between dancer and associate, of course--not with this music on! As the dancer laughs and twirls back to the pool, he grins hhimself, one hand lifting up to rub against the curve of his jaw as he enjoys his view of the dance. Both what's obviously jiggling, what's playfully concealed, and the simple grace of the dancer.

Nimai looks back at the person who appeared to have made a comment towards him. In a light voice, that doesn't make it any easier to figure out what he or she is. "I'm not ordering anything, if my lack of a drink in hand didn't give me away." The smaller person shrugs and goes back to mutlitasking between some game, appearing to be typing things and watching.

London makes her way over next to Matteo, "Bossman," she says with a wry smile, "This one givin' you any trouble? I bet I could get him all the way over my head if I tried," she says, mostly teasing. Except about that last part. She doesn't mind watching Dove one bit, swirling the rum and coke the bartender gave her.

Thalia grips the pole with both of her hands, still amused as fuck at poor Hawker. Climbing her way to the top of the brass, the acrobatic dancer wraps her legs around it and squeezes with her thighs so she can arch over backwards as she spins like a pretty one while the song drones on. Bent as she is, her bared torso shows the subbtle definition of muscle as well as each and every rib. Gripping with on hand, she hooks her ankle in an inverted spin as she slowly slides downwards. When she's close enough to the bottom, she unfolds herself down to her feet and words the other sections of the stage she has been neglecting while those towards the frront collect themselves.

Hawker isn't trouble; he's stupidly rich and people adore him right? "Please..I'm -never- trouble.." He murmurs at Thalia before glancing at Nimai. "A joke! Shirley temples are -way- to popular tonight..Dove must be pushing em." He says and grins at Jalal about it before watching Thalia..then glancing at Ruben. Nope, this can't be happening, so he'll turn back to London. "You should get up there -with- Thalia.." he teases before reaching into his jacket to draw another bill clip out, it's not a big roll (Compared to what he was using to try and bribe Thalia into teasing Jalal.) But it's got to be in excess of two hundred. "I bet you can't even dance London. Isn't that why I heard they kept saying London Bridges fallen down?" Now he -might- be in face punching territory! Or not, who knows!

"Well, it's Back to School Night, so we've been discussing spanking anyone who gets out of line, eh?" The boss winks once to London, erupting into a bout of laughter as he watches the dancer spin around the pole. "But apart from that promised fun, no, we haven't had any problems so far." Matteo looks back and forth between Hawker, London, and Jalal as the man in the jacket speaks up.

London smirks at Hawker, "Two hundred? Shit, son, that's pretty nice, but I ain't no dancer, like you said. If I get up there, I'd be doin' a lot more than just shakin' my hiney with that girl. She wouldn't be the same, you wouldn't be the same, the club wouldn't be the same..." she teases.

Ruben's hands come together once -- twice -- in applause as Dove spins 'round on that brass pole, the spin and slide bringing a grin to his lips and a whistle to his breath. "Nice," he calls out through the music, "Fuckin' amazing." A glance over, checking on Hawker--observing, for a moment or three, his exchanges with the bouncer and owner.

As Manson fades outs, Nine Inch Nails covering Adam Ant fades in. The leggy blonde starts working her way back towards the front of the stage, stroking her hands over the skin she already has bared and smiling like it's the best thing in the world. Girl obviously loves her job. Reaching behind herself, she loosens the closure of her skirt and lets it drop down around her without missing a beat. Not her first time doing this. That leaves her in a g-string and she sweeps her gaze over thosse surrounding the rail before she grins. Hooking her thumb in the waistband of the tiny panties, she drags one side down as she undulates with the music, working herself in a slow circle.

The boss retrieves his wallet from his trousers again just when the skirt flies off, fishing out another twenty-dollar bill and sliding it to London. "Your turn to tip, right?" Matteo flashes her a grin accompanied by a wink, taking another sip of his whiskey as his eyes remain on the nearly-nude blonde.

Hawker -scoffs- at London and moves to peel a few more bills off the bigger roll he had. "Come on..Dove! Make London get up there with you." he says and grins broadly at London. "I'll stand here and glower at any one starting trouble, we're good. I can handle glowering at people like you." He teases her and glances at Matteo and Ruben. "You two fucking help me." He mouths.

Nimai watches this with a bit of interest. He sighs and moves forward. He hands a decent some of cash to Hawker. Hawker now has a better look of the pretty boy. His blood red hair tucked back but clearly long. And his big green eyes, watching and full of a hopeful optimism."Here have your fun." He then turns and slinks back to his spot on the wall.

London snorts and considers, then reaches out and snatches both the money Matteo offers and what Hawker offers, stuffing some down the front of her tank and into the sports bra underneath. She flicks her pierced tongue against her teeth, "Fucking enablers. I'm not making a habit out of this, I'm here to bounce, not to show my shit," she says firmly.

She moves towards the stage, though, with a slow, rolling gait, those boxers sticking to her hips apparently by willpower alone, "I won't bother ya if you don't want it, sugar, no matter how much they pay," she says to Dove. She has a sacred trust to keep the dancers safe, whether they know it or not, and she's not going to violate it even for this kinda cash. Nothing happens unless Dove wants it.

Ruben smirks in response to the mouthed request for assistance from Hawker - a roll of his eyes unseen - and he re-settles in the chair. It's quite to his surprise when the bouncer does get up on stage, both brows emerging from the top of those shades, a chuckle stirring up on his breath. "Well, then..."

"I was just suggestin' you tip her. But, if you wanna do more, it's a party after all." Matteo chuckles under his breath as he watches London, gulping his whiskey again and alternating his gaze between Hawker, Ruben, Thalia, and London.

When London arrives on stage Dove, lights up. Oh the girl hass been having fun giving the boys a show but well.. it's always more fun when there's a partner in crime. There's a wink offer to Matteo before she slowly slides her panties off, making sure she bends over so the front of the house gets a very good look at the flash of pink before she straightens up. The scrap of white is kicked towards Ruben as she grins at London. Dropping to her hands and knees, she crawls towards the other woman, her hips rollinng in an exagerrated motion with every move. On reaching London, she nuzzles her cheek against her thigh as she reaches up and grips the woman's hips. Grinning at her in a rather impish manner, she gives London a wink and leans up until she can grab the edge of one of those bills with her teeth and tease it from the boxer's elastic grip.

Jalal lets out a cheer as the other woman gets on stage and he gets out a couple more ones to tip with, he is not a high roller but he is enjoying the show.

Hawker..apparently didn't think this would work, it shows on his face, he's still dumbfounded when Nimai gives him money. "I'm not dead?" He asks outloud and slowly blinks and looks back at Nimai. "Hey! Come over here..let me teach you how this works.." He says, yep, focus on reality again Hawker. Or you got shot and this is heaven. Either way, he's soon to be distracted by London; I mean this might be the only time he'll see London topless! And Survive!

London gives a low sigh as the girl goes straight and low on her, moving up to the edge of the stage. She reaches down and pulls her own shirt up and off - again, she's no dancer, so there's no nuance here - leaving her in a sports-bra, the outlines of her pierced nipples likely making notable bumps in the front.

She reaches down and runs a hand through Thalia's hair, tugging just a little to nuzzle the girl's face against her hard, ripped abdomen. Under the stage lights, London's muscles are all the more prominent - bitch is CUT, rippling with muscle, not unfeminine but certainly intimidating.

"Alright! And that's why you gotta come out for our special events, guys -- we always have a good time!" Matteo reaches into his wallet again, splashing a couple handfuls of bills onto the stage, eyes lit up with enthusiasm and a grand smile painted across his lips. "Make sure to -tip- if you like what you see!"

Nimai raises an eyebrow as the other woman enters the stage. He looks at Hawker and walks over to him. "What's up?" Clearly the small pretty boy didn't hear him over the music. He leans in to hear him. His phone held nearby with Ingress on it. He seems unfazed by the muslces on London, impressed but not frightened.

Gripped by the hair and tugged against London's torso to have her face rubbed against the soft skin, her tongue snakes out and traces a few lazy circles around her belly button before nipping lightly at the edge of it. Dipping her head again, she grabs another bill to drag out from the boxer's grip, letting it flutter down onto the stage between her spread thighs. This time, she's not guided when she leans up and nuzzles her face against the bouncer's crotch, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

The addition of the bouncer certainly makes things more interesting! Ruben leans forward a little -- just in time for that scrap of white fabric to get kicked his way, tumbling over the stage. He doesn't rudely snatch it up, but the reach out to capture it is definitely casual, gathering those panties and leaning back again with them. A grin on his lips as he watches Dove crawl to London, and as fabric's tugged under teeth and shirt goes up, he whistles again, low and appreciative.

Hawker places one arm around Nimai's shoulders and presses his money back to him. "See Boyo..what you do is hold the money out..and the girl will pay more attention to you..all part of the game..do it well enough..you get prizes like Sammich." He says, bobbing his head to Ruben and grinning a bit. "Though if I get London's Bra..I'm entirely framing it as proof." He confides to Nimai and moves to toss up a few fivers on the stage, maybe to encourage prize capturing!

London laughs, "Oh, you wanna see what I'm packing, doll? Lemme show you..." she smirks down at Thalia. She takes one of the bills from her bra and flings it onto the girl's backside as she reaches down to undo her own belt, unbuckling it and shucking it along with her boxers, pushing them down. Except what's revealed probably isn't what's expected. Oh, she's all girl, but she brought a little something extra to the party.

See, when she's feeling frisky, London PACKS.

So there's a thick, nine inch neoprene dong running down the length of her right thigh, black as sin and strapped to her hips by an elaborate rig she wears under her boxers and attached to a lovely hooked g-plug that goes right up inside the bouncer herself.

"Surprise."

Even the boss wasn't expecting that, it seems. Matteo merely stares for a moment, before taking a deep swig of his whiskey, finishing the glass and raising his hand to call for more. Reaching again for his wallet, the strip club boss laughs as he tosses another handful of bills onto the stage. "Sometimes we even throw in plot twists and a surprises, friends!" When his next whiskey shows up, he's quick to take another deep gulp.

At the dropping of the bouncers drawers Jalal turns about seven shades of read this is becoming a lot more then he barginned for when he let his dorm buddies talk him into coming to the club. He looks aorund a bit and hten turns back to the stage, while plotting a retreat strategy.

Nimai pushes the money back to him. "I'm not much of one for this kind of thing." He shrugs. "Keep it, enjoy your game." He smiles sweetly. "I'll just relax." He goes to move away but with the arm on his shoulder stops him. Clearly the small boy is not very strong. He sees the dildo and blinks a bit in surprise. He doesn't blush either, but clearly didn't expect it. "Huh... expected her to use the belt. Meh, predictions were wrong." He mutters mostly to himself, though Hawker can probably hear him.

Most of the club's customers are seated or standing around the rail of the club's only stage, where Thalia is performing, recently joined on stage by London.

That flung $20 sticks to 'Dove's' ass, and as she looks up at London and lofts a brow. Of course when she reveals what she's packing, the blonde tosses her head back and laughs. "Oh honey, remind me to work more shifts with you." she purrs up at the bouncer before she nuzzles the 9" dildo she is strapped with. Swaying and rolling her hips in time with the music, she winks up at London and then makes a big production of running her tongue up and down the faux cock for the benefit of the patrons.

Ruben's brows leap up at the sight of that length of black neoprene, clearly surprised, and then he breathes out a laugh-- leaning back further to watch, grin lopsided and head shaking slowly. A handful of bills in one hand as he watches the show from stage-side through classic shades, clearly amused by the entire scenario at play.

Hawker admittedly -didn't- expect London to have..a strap on, so this is shocking to him <But Hawker is a freak him self so there is that>. "I didn't expect London to even get up on stage.." He admits to Nimai..Jalal isn't even caught sneaking off! Heck he won't even chastize Nimai to much..he's watching Dove starting to give head on stage it seems! "Matteo is this where I should -really- hit the ATM to keep the show going?" He asks suddenly.

When the door opens, a big muscled surfer dude enters into the club. (Fame 1) Maleko heard something and came to check it out apparently. A huuuuuge grin spreads across his face when he catches site of Thalia on stage...naked. Well, might as well pull up a seat and enjoy the show, right? He slides by the counter to order some local brew in a bottle and then finds a chair to drop into and watch Thalia and London on stage, whistling and hooting.

London smirks, "Don't get used to it, I'm still just the muscle here. I'm just in a good mood," the teases. "But you can always come visit me backstage anytime," she grins. She playfully grips the base of the faux dong and rubs it over Thalia's lips, doing the full proper blowjob tease, before pressing it into the girl's mouth and pushing in just a bit, "C'mon, Thalia, make those fuckers wanna throw every bill of their wad right here on your pretty little ass," she taunts.

Nimai rolls his eyes and moves back quietly. Letting himself be forgotten in the back. His green eyes more focused on the stage now than his phone. He doesn't appear to be in a sour mood at all either, just quiet.

"There you are." Alessa coos gently toward the boyishly charming Ruben as she gently caresses his shoulders from behind and takes up a place beside him. "Sorry, I was stuck in the office." She grins, dressed at least for the club scene, her hand reaching up to brush back waves of bronze-gold away from her shoulders and face. Glancing up to the stage, she smirks impishly and then motions with her head toward the stage. "Guess it's better than cam-girls?" Digging into her wallet, she pulls out a five, settling it between her teeth and leaning against the stage brim, waiting for one of the girls on display to take their tip.

Jalal leaves the few more ones he had out on the stange then slips off, even under normal conditions he tends ot get lost easy in crowds right now it is unlikely anyone even cares to pay attention ot his exit as he slips off into the night.

The boss looks over to Hawker with a smirk, cocking his head toward the stage show. "If you like what you're seeing, keep that cash coming!" As London manuevers the fake cock and Thalia goes to work, Matteo splashes the stage with another handful of bills. He spots Alessa out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile crossing his lips as he drinks again.

Ruben slips a scrap of white into a pocket, and then he's turning his head in a casual tilt to look back up-- a twitch of his lips. "Hey, Al. Call me old-fashioned, I suppose, there's something to three-dimensionality I prefer..." A chuckle stirring on his breath, his wrist giving an easy flick to send another one of those twenties over the stage at Dove's rather lovely posterior. It was London's suggestion, after all, blame her.

Now see, any other time Dove would be a crrawling right towards Alessa. But well.. there's been a plot twist and the naked, blonde dancer is in front of the naked female bounder wearing a strap on. Opening her mouth as London wiggles the black dong back and forth over her lips, her eyes light up. "I'll split half with you, promise." she murmurs before her lips close around the dildo and she lets the butch bouncer feed it into her mouth. Wiggling her ass teasingly for the crowd, she grips London's hips a little tighter.

Hawker will only give Alessa a brief look before realizing what Nimai had given him..an odd look is sent back, very odd before he begins to rather..Rain. Just slipping the money out at the stage, well this night is going to be interesting! Right? He grins at Thalia and London, lech. But you know..they both -knew it- before this right? Maybe if he spends enough London will like, not want to hit him the next time he tries to get her up there! Or some thing! And this is how Hawker some how could go broke..

London reaches up and grasps the edge of her bra, lifting it up and peeling it off to leave her upper body bare. Topless, her breasts are firm if not huge, solid B-cups capped with pink nipples. Those nipples are pierced, each with a barbell with a little point on the tip, almost sharp, making it a special kind of girl who locks her mouth on those.

She lazily rolls her hips, giving a shallow, teasing facefuck to Dove. In truth, she's not as comfortable as she seems, nervous about those eyes on her, especially the male eyes, but she focuses as much as she can on Dove, thinks about the money and how much of her rent it would cover and fucks just a little harder, gagging the girl for a moment before she pulls out, "How far you wanna take this?"

Nimai gives him a friendly look at and nods before staying silent in the back. His green eyes watching everything that's happening. He is intrested. Clearly as the small pretty boys phone slides away. He watches quietly. He sighs and shrugs as he unzips his deadpool hoodie revealing a nice looking white button down. Combined with his grey pants he fits right in with the whole theme, could be on purpose or just could be the kids normal look. He slides the hood down revealing a mop of longish red hair. It's mostly combed. He watches quietly. His green eyes watching everyone.

The boss's eyes light up as London pushes the show a little further, his face evincing obvious approval as he drinks his whiskey. Matteo takes another swig of his whiskey, adjusting his posture on the rail seat and whistling loudly. "Best show in town! Great way to start the semester!"

Maleko a decent distance from the stage so Dove doesn't catch sight of him yet; but he sure is enjoying the show. He nurses the bottled beer he got and sits back in the chait with eyes on the stage. He gives another whistle and cheers them on, but hasn't offered up any money yet. Yeah he must be one of THOSE guys. Sits at a table working one drink for four hours and never tips? He grins and glances around at the room of people, shaking his head a little as things progress.

Thalia can catch that London isn't the most comfortable up on the stage. Something in the eyes give it away. Still, green keeps fluttering down around the two women. Reaching up so her hand covers London's that grips the base of the dildo, she gives her a little squeeze even as she thrusts forward and forces more of the toy into her mouth. Pulling her mouth off the fake dick she murmurs up to her, "Just til the end of the song. That's it. It's almost done." Fastening her mouth back onto the black neoprene she gives the boys (and girls) a good show of her blow job skills, little London fuck her mouth while she grinds her hips along to the music.

"Me, too." The blonde comments to Ruben as she leaves the money behind and sinks back down into her chair. One leg smoothly crosses over the other, and she leans against the other's arm in a casual manner. She smirks once more, glancing at his face and then giggling softly. "Can you even see the action behind those things?" She teases, biting against her lower lip before turning back to the stage and its 'show'.

London gives a nod, squirming a bit as the pressure on the dildo makes the g-hook up inside her hit in just the right spot a few times, making London groan and have her head fall back, the shaved sides of her head on display as her bangs spill back. One hand paws at her own breast, the other staying there, fingers linked with Dove's as they guide the toy dong back and forth in her wet mouth, the two of them finding a rhythm together.

"You'd be surprised what I can see through those..." A chuckle weaves through Ruben's words as they're spoken, a smile tugging wider as he notes with a sidelong look to Alessa, "...that dress looks great on you, by the way." Another twenty-dollar bill goes fluttering through the air to the stripper that's sliding her mouth over that black faux-cock, observing the interplay of pleasure and play-acting between the two with evident appreciation.

"Probably the most creative stage show we've had, mm? Excellent." Matteo's in a state of delight, probably aided by the six or seven servings of whiskey he's received from the bar. The mobster tosses another handful of bills onto the stage, watching the green flutter down and then, of course, keeping his eyes on the bouncer and the stripper. "Woo!"

Alessa glances down at herself, she grins and a touch of pink stains her cheeks. "Thank you." She glances back to her companion, studying his reaction to all of it before looking back to the stage. Her eyes flit about the girls, watching their motions, movements, and ears drinking in the 'thumping' music all around them. Leaning closer to Ruben, she presses her lips against his ear and speaks softly before sitting back and winking.

The song, starts winding down.. Trent's husky whisper lingering as it does. Dove, backs off the dildo and rises to her feet in front of London, both girls naked now. Gripping the back of the bouncer's head, she gives her a quick, hard kiss while pressing her body against hers before she leans and whispers to her with a smile playing on her lips.

London returns Dove's kiss, intensive and hungry for a moment, an obvious hint of tongue before she lets the other woman go. She's a little dazed herself, overwhelmed and panting as she reaches down to start retrieving her clothes and the cash. She's a little surprised at herself, doing that, her skin flushed and ruddy, a hint of sweat there as she just starts shoving big wads of wash into her bra...

Hawker watches the display and gives a grin at the two girls and does some thing he -hasn't- done before..he begins towards the ATM, watching them as he does. He's not going to go and hit it up in a silent offer if they aren't game..but he is! Hell the entire -club- is! It's just he has a feeling he has to go and -really- lay out the money for this show..!

Ruben brings up a hand beside his mouth, calling out cheerfully, "You go, girls!" A broad grin, watching the pair kiss and start to withdraw-- and then he's leaning slightly in to hear Alessa's words. There's a glance of surprise, regarding her for a moment before replying playfully, "I don't know.... is it?"

"Yeahhh! Nicely done." Matteo seems overjoyed, looking between London and Thalia as the bouncer starts gathering up the voluminous offerings of cash. Swigging his drink, the mobster casts a glance down the rail to Ruben and Alessa, and then back toward Hawker. "Great party, eh?" He reaches into his jacket's pocket, revealing his cigar alongside a lighter.

Nimai smirks at Hawker as he goes to the ATM. "What's wrong not enough money?" He grins happily leaning aganist the wall. His green eyes wandering about.

Alessa can only smile at Ruben, the back of her finger brushing his jaw before she stands up and gives a wiggle while making sure her skirt is pulled down modestly. "I'm going to get a drink, hon. You want anything?" Listening, should Ruben responde, she heads off toward the bar with a fluid stride, her clutch in hand.

Thalia sinks back down onto her hands and knees, crawling along the edge of the sage and scooping up bills upon bills. Her top? Who the hell knows where it went. Ruben, can keep the white g-string. Wadding up the money, she is oblivious to everything else going on around her as she trembles because holy fuck she just did that. On stage. Once every last bill is collected, she rises to stand again, girls a little twirl and skips towards back of the stage so she can duck into the dressing room.

Ruben chuckles lowly at the woman's gesture. "Bourbon sounds good," he calls after her affably, before turning his head to watch Thalia twirl and skip towards the back of the stage--it's a fine view, after all, even going.

London goes to follow Thalia, her pants slung over her shoulder and gives as close to shy a wave as anyone who knows her as ever seen from London, "Uhhhhh...th-th-thanks," she says and then, quickly, she, too, dashes out of sight into the dressing room.

Hawker -scowls- a bit when his plan is unfoiled, so no ATM is needed, he'll just place his cash clip on the bar. "Round of drinks on me." He says to the barstaff and settles up for his shot of Fireball and another Budlight..damn that was an unexpected twist! "I knew London was hot." He says out loud..and suspects if she heard that, she'd -hit- him..

Nimai chuckles and waves a no to the bartender to indicate he's good on drinks. He watches the crowd of viewers with intrest. Clearly wondering what happens next but also smirking, enjoying the atomsphere.

Alessa offers thanks once her drinks arrive. She pays for them, regardless of Hawker's gesture, and leaves a tip as well. Handing Ruben his bourbon, she greets him with another smile before reclaiming her seat and sweeping her leg back over its mate. Her own beverage was something dark, a rich-amber, and heady in aroma. "So this what you do for fun?" She muses toward her companion, her eyes glancing up toward the stage to see who would be introduced next. Sipping from her glass, she turns her head to face Ruben more directly.

Matteo lights up his cigar, leaning back on his rail seat and casting his eyes about the club. Plumes of fragrant cigar smoke make their way up toward the ceiling.

The remainder of the bills that Ruben was holding are slipped away - at least for now - and then he's reaching out to accpet the glass from Alessa. There's a laugh of his own, and he leans over, one hand resting on her knee as he leans in to reply in a low murmur.

More whistles come from the guy in the back as Maleko watches them kiss and chuckles lightly to himself. He isn't surprised. He downs the rest of his beer and gets up to go for another one. This time he also orders some shots to be passed around to everybody, a variety of Whiskey, Vodka, and Tequila. He pays for the drinks and tips the waitress nicely if she will hand them out to people.

Alessa looks down at the floor when being spoken to. She makes a soft 'o' shape with her lips and toys her fingers ontop and across Ruben's confident hand. Giggling, she turns her head to face him, taking yet another sip. "You sly dog, Ru..." Finally taking in the setting as a while, she raises her glass toward Matteo, even as her eyes lock onto the massive figure that was Maleko. Another glass life, and smile, she settles back into her chair and takes a breath.

Hawker isn't surprised Alessa blows off his offer; but he'll raise his shot glass once the club is taken care of and knock it back. He's sober..well compared to Matteo. Still..he's upset Thalia and London disappeared so fast..how can he encourage antics that way!?

London returns after a time in the back, putting herself back together. She comes out with her hair slicked back, having stuck her head in the sink, and a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her portion of the money is tucked away as she makes her way up to where she was before, "Don't think that becomes a habit," she says to Matteo, pointing a finger, "That was...I was in a mood. It has passed," she says, "But I'd say they got their money's worth," she says.

"But the first one thinks it means he can get handsy's gonna have inverted knuckles."

The art of the quick change, it's a neccessity for strippers really. When Dove makes it back out onto the floor it's in a pair of baby blue athletic style gym shorts that look like they were painted on, and another cropped off tee that oncce more shows off the underboob. The leggy blonde works her way back through the crowd, offering smiles once more and is stopped once or twice by guys wanting to line up lap dances. Spottinng a familiar face, she starts making her way towards Maleko's table. Pausing there, she leans down over the big guy's shoulder and whispers something to him.

"Oh, of course. A special performance for a special event, hmm? I wouldn't expect you to join in on that type of show every night of the week, dear." Matteo winks once to London, swigging his whiskey and swirling the liquid in his glass. "But yes, great for the club and for your own bottom line, mm? I'm impressed."

Nimai lets out a chuckle at London's threat. He grins happily with a shrug. "Wouldn't be the first time a woman threatened me with bodily harm." He shrugs mostly to himself. He looks about and nods to Hawker, as if inviting him to hang out with him. He again turns down the drink. The little pretty boy is smiling as he watches the people enjoy themselves.

Hawker will gesture at the bar, Nimai can not -always- hide in the back, it's not healthy right? "I'd bet odds it'll be me because by default they'll say I don't behave.." He says, mostly looking at Alessa, see? He is behaving right now!

"Oh yeah, Mahalo for that." he answers Thalia with a wry bit of a smile as Mal looks up at her from where he is sitting. "Did you?" comes his return question with a chuckle, sipping on his beer. "Sure did stir things up. I bet you could make some bank if you kept that up, babe." he tells the blonde with arched brows and a tip of his head.

Ruben's fingers brush there against Alessa's knee beneath hers as he shares whatever those quiet words are, and then he's leaning back -- and drawing his hand back -- with a flashed grin before settling back in his chair. "Didn't think this was your sort of place, really, myself, Al... you're full of surprises."

London throws back a shot and sighs, hiking herself up onto a stool. She raises an eye at Nimai's statement, "Ain't really somethin' to brag about, man," she says, swirling her drink which is, for the moment, much more rum than coke and taking a long drink of it. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but she felt a little shocked at herself. Not that she wanted it to show. And she had to make sure that feeling all that didn't make her so fucking angry that she took it out on someone's face.

"That's the idea, Mal. That's the idea." Thalia says with a laugh before squeezing the big guy's shoulder. "I'll be back, behave and just.. be chill. Ok?" There's a grin and a wink for Maleko before she's moving off again, this time for Matteo. Slipping up next the the Bossman she kisses his cheek lightly with a grin. "Now, tell me I am the best dancer you have and you couldn't live without me." she purrs before reaching for her super pink Shirley Temple.

Alessa shrugs. "I could take it or leave it. Don't hate it, but, I was happy to come out and see you and it not be at the cabin." She teases, another drink and her vision goes out to where London was. She had only see the bouncer before, and in passing. Back to Ruben, she chuckles and shrugs again, her face giving that side look of 'yeah-well'. "I like being a mystery. You're a smart man, Ru. Try solving me."

The boss eyes Londo and Nimai for a moment before standing from his seat, heading back toward the small door that marks this place's small business office. Matteo slips inside, still puffing on his cigar and with whiskey in hand.

"Hey, you know me. I'm always good, babe. Sometimes better." Mal replies to the comment from Thalia and he gives the blonde a big grin. "Yeah I guess it is. Keep it up then." Mal tells her and gives a slap on the ass. "Get back in there and make me some money." the big surfer teases her and sits back in his chair to continue drinking his beer when Thal heads over to see the boss.

Nimai lets out a lighthearted giggle. "Eh, mostly it's because I'm a bit of a workaholic, I forget to sleep or eat sometimes." He grins with a nervous chuckle. "So it's more that than anything." He smiles happily. Clearly the boy has lightened up. He stays in the back but seems to be very warm and welcoming. His bright green eyes filled with an ignorant optimism.

"Maybe I will, maybe I..." Ruben pauses, then, his hand sliding down to a pocket to pull out his phone. Tapping it to life, he reads a text, a frown creasing his lips. "Damn. No more schoolgirl skirts and gym shorts for me, I've got to go handle something-- sorry, Al, another time? Especially in that dress..." Up to his feet, then, flashing Alessa a crooked smile.

Alessa chuckles and nods up toward Ruben. "You got it, slick." She lingers for a time, sipping from her glass and resting within her seat. Her foot bobs then, idly, as she digs out her own phone. Its glow illuminates her face with a soft white-blue. Smiling, she taps a bit now and then, probably texting someone.

Hawker is still settled up at the bar, now tapping his cane softly on the floor..well. He -did- seemingly do what he considered impossible, and thus is allowed to nurse his beer! I mean honestly, he had expected London to haul off on him, nothing else! Shame it wasn't more..private, still! Matteo's club certainly did well tonight!

Nimai grins and moves with surprising grace. He ends up next to Hawker. "Hiya." He says in a slight sing song voice. "I'm Nimai, new in town." He extends a friendly handshake to the new man. His hand small, and delicate.