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Post by JASON SCOTT ANDERSON on Apr 12, 2010 17:55:56 GMT -5
 WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL[/color][/font]
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/font] SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS[/color][/font]  [/CENTER]
THE black exterior of his audi r8 rolled silently on the driveway of pavement in front of the lighted building. the car slowed to a gentle rolling before being placed on park in between two other sport cars, one being a red viper and the other a black beemer. the driver stepped out from his car, running calloused hand through the strands of dirty blond hair. dressed in a pair of jeans that fit his powerful legs perfectly, as well as his tight ass and the um, fine packaging, attention was diverted towards him the second he passed by the grand doors of the strip club. flip flops at his feet, and a white t-shirt clung to every contour of muscle built into his upper torso. having grown up in the country in texas, despite the fact that his father was one of the biggest oil tycoon in the states, jason still carried their weight around the ranch. it was their fathers way of telling him, that no matter if they did have more money than God, his father still wanted his son to have a sense of priority and not become those prissy rich men up north whose hands were as soft as any womens. not only was he devilishly attractive, good looks ran in the family, with his striking emerald eyes that lured women of every size and age, the lure of his southern accent was enough to make ladies close their eyes in ecstasy. years of working hard at the ranch, out in the scorching sun, had turned his skin into a deep golden. and unlike most texans that spent their day out in the sun, his skin hadn't turned leathery, it was an attractive complexion of his skin giving a starling contrast to the lightness of his eyes. and not only that, but his killer smile, two rows of perfectly aligned pearly white teeth only added to the whole idea that looks could kill.
DOOR closing behind him. the music that was playing blaring through the stereos not far from where he stood. when not buying homes in exotic places where he would probably only attend once throughout his life, or adding sport cars to his collection, jason scott anderson had a knack of opening up strip clubs in diverse locations. the girls that worked here, they ranged from the age of eighteen to about forty. but of course, they had to be attractive. usually it was jason himself that contracted the girls to dance at the club. they just liked to dance, they just liked to get money to be able to live off, and jason never told them otherwise. they were nice girls, their backgrounds weren't as dark nor as shallow as the girls at the strip clubs back in other cities.. a bar had been placed against the south side, jason maneuvering himself through the crowded tables and the stage, reaching it, and taking a seat. the bartender nodded a greeting at the manager of the place, reaching for a bottle of jack daniels whiskey and a shot glass, filling it, before handing it to mr.anderson, who lifted it up and drowned it. ' crowded tonight, aint it. ' the slur of words rolled his pink tongue easily as he turned around on his stool and watched the stage as two buxom blonds came out behind the red velvet curtain and danced together on the silver pole. hm, now those were true beauties. hungry emeralds traced every outline of their skimpy outfit, finding great pleasure in the way the girl's breasts bounced as they rubbed off one another..
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Post by KARISSA DAWN VANDERBILT on Apr 13, 2010 3:50:38 GMT -5
 "BUT HE GRABBED MY ASS!" karissa squealed in an irritated tone. adrenaline pumping, her face was flushed bright red from yelling at the bus driver for the past five minutes as he drove at an increasingly quicker speed. the public transportation in miami, flordia was beyond ridiculous. and while kari wished she could have driven herself, her beat up old mustang was in the shop with a busted radiator, and needing a new fuel pump. it was also a $300 fix, and while she made that in one night's time, it didn't make it any less of a painful investment. the blonde had chosen to ride the bus instead of car pooling or asking jaelyn to bring her to work. so when she'd gone to sit down in her seat and some warm, smelly hand found it nice enough to reach around and caress her ass, she flipped. striking the man, she'd hit him once, and then twice which got the driver's attention, and he asked for her to come to the front of the bus. nearly seething, kari had stumbled back up to the front. her long hair was pulled back in a curly ponytail, her face had no makeup, and all she was wearing was a pair of jean shorts, and a red halter top with some red flip flops. in her back pack was her work outfit, and makeup. which had she of walked onto the bus wearing that, she'd have probably gotten raped. for a couple of stops the driver lectured her on the rules of their service, which was no violence.
that's when she yelled about the ass grabbing. apparently, it didn't effect him. because that's when the brakes screeched so loudly, her teeth ground together leaving her wincing in pain. "fuck you then, maybe you shouldn't let on little perverts that disrespect the women on this bus, asshole!" and with that, she bounded down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk, turning and flipping the bird at him. ugh, she was so angry. the sun beat down on her face angrily in response. turning around a few times, she groaned. six fucking blocks away. the streets were packed, and she had to be to work and ready in ten minutes. groaning, karissa slung her bag over her slender shoulders, reached down and removed her flips, and then broke into a run yelling at anyone that got in her way. being late wasn't an option. too many times, and she'd get her performance and shows pushed back to hours that didn't matter. meaning less money. when she finally arrived at platinum plus strip club, kari ducked onto the side of the building and slid inside of the employee door with her key card.
spotting whitney, the girl motioned to her they were suppose to go on next and to get a move on. cursing under her breath, she flew into her dressing room and got naked. wiping away any and all sweat, she slid into the little black outfit that clung tightly to her body, and her freshly manicured toes wiggled into her black stripper heels; or so that's what jaelyn called them. yanking out the hair tie, her golden locks cascaded down around her shoulders. "showtime," she muttered with a sigh. getting up, she heaped a pile of shimmery body lotion into her palm and rubbed it into her already soft skin before walking to the curtains with whitney. in the club and onstage, kari's name was mimi. she absolutely hated it, but everyone called her that. except whitney, and desirae, and it's why the two were her best friends. music sounded, and that was their cue. holding hands, the two blondes emerged onto the stage where already there were drunken men, and a few women strewn around the bar. others just sat and intensely stared. thankfully, the lights blocked most of her vision, and made this extremely easy. licking whit's finger before parting from her, she giggled and skipped over to the stripper pole. taking hold of it, she jumped up and wrapped her slender, bare leg around it as she slid gracefully down and into a crouching position, opening her legs and licking her lips seductively.
it was all about finding the inner sex goddess, and just not holding back. everything was fine for the first five or ten minutes. and when kari got closer to the end of the runway, she saw a guy coming up to tuck some bills into her undies, which at this point was all she had left on her, aside from her heels. her bra was gone, and it wasn't like it was a sore sight. unfortunately, the guy tried grabbing more than his fair share, and when she squealed in protest, he grabbed her ankle, and she tried to pull away causing her to topple sideways, off the runway, and into the lap of some guy sitting nearby. grabbing hold of his neck for support, she inadvertently dug in her nails and watched as security dragged the other guy out. turning her attention to the man, she was planning on playing it off and apologizing, but when her stunning blue eyes captured the emerald green ones that stared back at her, she didn't even bother to hold back the groan that rumbled from her throat. quickly, she clambered back to her feet and tried to hurry away. "sorry." was all she got as she tried to get far, far away from jason anderson.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS SHIT IS DONE, YO. IT'S ABOUT 918 WORDS LONG. I'M TAGGING JASON / LAURA. BABY GIRL HERE IS WEARING THIS OUTFIT. ALL THE CREDITS ARE MY OWN, BECAUSE I ROCK LIKE THAT. AND I JUST HAVE TO SAY, MUAHAHA.
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Post by JASON SCOTT ANDERSON on Apr 13, 2010 12:36:57 GMT -5
WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL [/color][/font]
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/font] SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS[/color][/font] [/CENTER]
jason wasnt exactly sure what was the main reason why he become one of the new managers of the strip club. hell, he didnt even know why he was working in the first place. he had more money than god, and hell, he sure loved to splurge on everything that he could get his hands on. maybe reason was because he got to meet extraordinary beautiful women every night. and the fact that he always got free lap dances, seeing that he was a manager, and a hot one at that, not those three hundred pound old men that are usually either owners or managers of strip clubs. whatever the case, he enjoyed what he did greatly. sure, it wasnt his main job, seeing that he was in the process of becoming a surgeon, and with any luck, he'll be able to open up his own clinic in a matter of years. but for now, he was happily content with working at the strip club. his times were easy, he could come in whenever he wanted, and the days that were mandatory were the days where new recruits came in. the girls had to try out in front of him, and some of the other strippers that have been here longer than he has. throughout this, he made up his mind whether they were good enough for this high class gentlemens club. he had to admit, he had a good eye for picking out the girls. they had to be beautiful, no doubt about that. and he wasnt talking about beautiful with ten pounds of make up on. oh no, he loved his women natural, with long hair that cascaded down their backs, and legs. jason scott anderson himself was a leg guy. he loved them on women, long, toned, tan. it was the number one thing he looked in a women, that and a perfectly toned stomach. honestly, he could care less about breasts, whether you had them or not, he didnt care. of course, if you did, they were nice to look at, but he loved a good ass and a pair of great legs. and of course, you had to have a nice face, and not a fucked up one. he wasnt all that into girls that got plastic surgery to enhance their looks. in reality, it made them look ugly and fake, and personally, jay didnt like that. he felt they were made otu of plastic and could never please him. but whatever, anyways.
he had arrived late, by the looks of things. the two blondes on stage were already exiting out, going behind the red velvet curtain, eccentric emeralds following their path, the sweet, the luscious curve of both their asses as they made their grand exit. jason drowned the rest of his drink, and was about to head back to the office and organize some of the papers that he kept going off. and in the process of standing up, his peripheral vision caught the sight of two other girls that were making their way into the stage. if it has been anyone other than one of the girls that were on it, he would have still walked away and returned when he was done. hell, he had seen the same acts and the same girls doing all sorts of things on stage. and although he enjoyed them, he knew if he missed one, he would surely get to see it later that night. but there was a certain girl that got his attention. whenever he saw her, he just couldnt get away, and would sit there, watching her, watching the way her lithe body moved. it was none other then karissa vanderbilt, one of the gorgeous sisters. a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, dimples appearing at the corners of his lips as he remembered that he had fucked her younger just the night before. oh, and the fact that she probably didnt even know that her youngest triplet was in town. well, thatll give her something to scream to him about, and truth be told, he was actually looking forward to another daily argument of theres. honestly, he wasnt sure why he enjoyed getting on her nerves so much, maybe it was because she got on his nerves, with her obnoxious and know it all attitude. he was like that too, stubborn, an arrogant son of a bitch, and perhaps it was the reason that they were so alike, that they didnt get along so well. either way, karissa was fucking hot, and he would love to fuck her brains out. he highly doubted that would ever happen. karissa hated him, for some odd reason. whatever, if he couldnt have her, he could have her two sisters. two for the price of mine, sounds like a good deal really. but despite the amazing sex with her sister, he couldnt fight back the feeling that he wanted her, karissa, all along.
gorgeous thing, wasnt she. instead of leaving to his previous plan, he instead got a seat closer to the stage, sitting to one old guy with white hair, who had about ten empty shots in front of him. well, someone was splurging all right. jasons attention diverted to the next two blonds that took the stage, his emeralds tracing every contour of karis body. her friend was hot, he couldnt think of her name right now, he was too distracted. but kari was beautiful, a goddess, a nymph in his dreams. longing started to flicker deep in his groin, as he watched karis long legs wrap around the pole, and slither her lithe body downwards. now that girl had the whole fucking package, legs that went to leaven and back, a gorgeous sweet ass that he just wanted to pound her from behind. and those breasts. my god, typically, he wasnt a breast guy, but the second karissas bra flew off, his pupils dilated, zeroing down on the perfect scenery that was laid on in front of him. damn, she was hot, no matter how many times he had seen her topless, and moving the way she was, but that didnt take away the desire and the lust he felt for her whenever she fell into his vision. that was, until she started to talk. what happened next, he didnt expect. it had happened too quickly, and he had no time to react, seeing that his mind was clouded with thoughts about how hard he wanted to have sex with her. his vision saw karissa's body fall, and not on the stage, thank god. but on his lap, where he winced as her nails dug into the back of his neck. jesus, she was like a cat. he glanced over his shoulder, pissed up that one of his costumers had almost caused harm to one of his strippers, and not to any stripper, but to karissa vanderbilt herself. he realized the bouncer has taken care of it, and he looked back at her, his emeralds suddenly locking into karissa as she noticed that she had fallen on not some random dudes lap, but on jason himself. the look upon her face was enough for him to know that even his presence ticked her off. she felt nice on top of him, this was probably the closet they have ever been. 'now, where do you think youre going mimi? how about a lap dance for your dear manager,' jason spoke with the thick texan accent as he reached out with his arm, and pulled karissa back to him before she could get away from him. his emeralds locking into her narrowed ones, a boyish grin falling on his handsome features. god, how she despised him, this made him all the more fun.
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