Dallas

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[dallastheshowman]

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[teufelinderholle]

"Makes you look like shit, your boys need schoolin’ on this shit." He was trying to find sympathy for the other man, and kept coming up empty-handed. "Unless your boys done did something to piss them girls off." It went two ways, earning respect, being a stripper didn’t give license of immunity to that. "Either way, it couldn’t hurt to get them boys into top shape, draw in more patrons, start turnin’ a profit." He resisted adding in 'clean up the attitude, too' as a last remark.

[dallastheshowman]

              ❝Exactly! ❞ 

     With said exclimation, Dallas' feet fell to the ground ina stompping fashion, and he huffed his chest a couple of times, before reaching up to readjust his cowboy had.  The last thing he had expected to do was to bond with the man before him, but it was happening just nicely.

             ❝Thank fuckin' god someone in this fuckin' world understands that when they screw the pooch, I'm the one who gets all the shit from it. It's like they forget all the good shit I do for them. I made the boys! ❞ 

     Dallas took a long swig of his drink and then shook his head a bit.

[nigelwasmyhusband-blog]

The Lady is a Tramp || dallas + gabi || dallastheshowman

Pizda! This fucking heat! Gabi would never get used to the weather in Tampa. The heat and humidity combined to make a mess of her hair, her makeup and her mood. Why did I come to this godforsaken place? Oh yes. Because even Nigel might not be willing to follow me to this armpit of the earth.

After her father died, things got bad for Gabi, with Nigel returning to Bucharest and demanding that she return to him. He was more of a monster than ever, and while she played along, she plotted her escape. It had taken months, but she had slowly put together new papers, money and the foundations of a new life. Now all she had to do was build on it.

Here in Tampa, she was Alina Gabriela Vaduva. Perfect, since “vaduva” meant widow, and that’s how she preferred to think of herself. And she could still answer to Gabi, meaning she’d have an easier time knowing when people were referring to her.

She’d had to leave her cello behind, and that meant finding another way to earn a living. So here she was in the sweltering heat, pulling up outside a blue building. The want ad said it was a bar looking for an experienced bartender. Apply in person between 5 and 7 pm.

The mercury was still over 100 degrees when she opened the door, greeted by a welcome blast of air conditioning. She pulled off her sunglasses and said, “I’m looking for Dallas.”

[dallastheshowman]

     Paperwork seemed like it was piling up for days even though it was just the book-work for tonight. IT seemed like there were a thousand fucking things going on at once, and nothing was going to work out right.  Nothing, because that is exactly what Dallas got all the time. Nothing.

     A groan escaped his lips.

            ❝Miami you better be fuckin' worth it. Oh wait -- fuck yes you will be worth it! The Cockrocking Kings of Miami! Hell yeah!.❞ 

     He took his wine glass in his hand, taking a long drink before setting it aback down. Yes, it likely was a strange thing that a full grown man was in his office speaking to himself, coaxing himself, but in all honestly that was the only way he could get anything done without getting completely discouraged, and truth be told there isn't a damn thing wrong with that.

     Because, in all honesty, despite the fact that Dallas was a very egotistical man and he was incredibly selfish, but when he was alone sometimes his mind got the better of him and that was the scariest thing in the entire world. Dallas didn't like showing that she was vulnerable, that he was human. No. He preferred to be Dallas the showman and that was that.

     Dallas had got himself so worked up that he had completely forgot that he was hosting interviews today for a new bartender. The bartender was an insignificant role in comparison, however, their bartender just quit on them, and someone had to supply the hosts's with the liquor to please the ladies. Richie poked his head in.

             ❝Uh, Dal, there's someone here for an interview and she's kinda hot.❞ 

     Dallas waved his hand.

             ❝Yeah yea, whatever, bring him ----- wait, her? What the fuck? Are you fuckin' around? Whatever, I don't have the time for be worrying' about this bullshit. Send her in! Come on! Now! ❞ 

     His orders came out almost like a hiss, and with that a high pitched frustrated fuck escaped his lips, as he waited for this chick to come to his office. Could this day possibly get any worse than it already was?

[innocentflowcrs-blog]

"I knew it,” Carolyn teased as she took the business card and chuckled, “Those jeans are just way too tight for a carnival worker.”

She shrugged her shoulders and added, “As long as you can guarantee I will have a blast. Can you believe I’m 36 and I’ve never been to an actual strip club?”

[dallastheshowman]

     Chuckling at her comment,  Dallas didn't say anything though. He didn't think his pants were that tight; besides, wait until she sees him in his leather pants, then she'll  have a real reason to say that. Either way, he looked damn sexy.

                ❝I would say you like my tight pants miss Carolyn.  ❞ 

     Always a tease. A wink went a long with that comment, deciding that he had to say something, it was the polite thing to do, and at the moment he was going to have to thrive on his manners because he wanted desperately to wrangle this pretty lil thing up to the show. Dallas then picked his coffee back up for a drink.

                ❝I can honestly promise you, darlin' that you're gonna have the time of your life, and you will never forget it 36 or not, you're going to get the best first experience at a strip club, and my word is my honour sweet lady, and I give you my word full heartedly. ❞ 

[opheliaavery]

She remained still when he leaned in, almost too still, as if her impression of a marble sculpture was a conditioned response. Well, it was. Warm breath on the neck was a pleasant sensation, but intimate and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Her eyes were lowered, hidden thoughts. 

Apart from her family, Ophelia’s mood was rarely effected by any outside influences, least of all other people. Her happiness was tidal, maybe the moon was to blame, more likely the past. She was of the opinion that placing responsibility for her feelings in someone elses hands was foolish at best. Still, this was his livelihood and she didn’t want to be difficult.  "That’s very kind, thank you." She knew better than to argue against a free drink, most took it as an insult, she had plenty of experience with the tiresome male ego. A mental note was made, to leave a good tip. With a trust fund like hers there was very little she couldn’t afford.  "Mm, whisky please.” Straight for a faithful favourite, comforting as a warm cup of tea. Polite, proper and self-possessed, she smiled up at him.

[dallastheshowman]

     Dallas had to admit that she wasn't expecting her to order a whiskey of all things. He was expecting her to ask for perhaps a cooler or some sort of fruity drink or a wine, and it was not a bad surprise. It was a completely good one, it made him like her more. Dallas was just trying to figure out if there was a way that he could make her come out of her shell.

             ❝Comin' right up, my lady.❞ 

     Lifting her hand gently, he pressed a kiss to the top of her hand, and met her eyes. Dallas then scurried off and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, and a couple of shot glasses --- one for himself, and one for her. Now, even though wine was his drink of choice 90% of the time, he was feeling like tonight was a whiskey kind of night, and there was nothing that was going to change his mind --- besides, his wine wasn't going anywhere.

     Upon his returning, he placed the bottle down, and unscrewed the cap, pouring the first drink. Hers -- obviously.

             ❝This is some of the finest whiskey in town, old and strong. They say isn't not wise to let it touch your tongue, or it'll make you fall right on your ass. But I won't know that less y'drink enough to make ya wanna get up and dance.❞ 

     A small chuckle escaped his lips, but that was drowned out by the roar of horny cougars, tossing money at the men who worked so hard to get it; his men, Dallas glanced over, smiling proudly. It was strange how that made him feel like a proud father, but at the same time, it was completely understandable.

     He then topped up his own glass before raising it.

             ❝A toast! To a good night. --- Nay! To a great night!❞ 

[mccconaughey]

Dallas sliding in yo dms

[unkindofravenss]

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nsfw content is a given. violence eagerly accepted. mun 18+ / muse 35+.

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[unkindofravenss]

Her finger is still there; just under his chin. She takes her time going over his features. Not shying away in the slightest when it comes to looking him in the eye. From his brow, to cheekbones, and fixating for a moment on his lips. She’ll match his smirks with her own.

                    ❝   Dallas.   ❞

His name rolls off her tongue. There’s even a level of intimacy to it. Speaking his name as though she’s said it countless times before. She knows what it means to be a lover, and she knows what it takes to keep his attention on her. For one, she’s no housewife. There is no longer a husband for her to return to. She came out for the momentary thrill. A chance to stretch her legs, and then some. And now after closing—— he’s the reason that she’s still here.

                    ❝   Fantasies. Imagination.                           Still, in all of them I’m no miss, love.                           Mistress is more like it.   ❞

When she does bring her hand away, it doesn’t move very far. She merely pushes her luck, resting her palm at his knee. What follows, well, Gemma says it more for his reaction, if anything. If he’ll bite, or if she’ll have to set another hook.

                    ❝   I’m afraid———— I don’t.                           Care to show me?   ❞

The pause is necessary. As is her inclination to finally lean in closer and limit the space between them.

[dallastheshowman]

     Dallas was nearly bursting with a sense of pride. He was getting a beautiful reaction from the woman and he was hardly doing anything. That on it's own was enough to inflate his ego to the moon and back. But in all honestly, you would Dallas would be use to this. He has been seducing women for a very long time, and he would consider himself to be something of a professional at it. He prided himself his uncanny ability to please women.

     But there was something about her, that Dallas almost found different. He found that strange, however, he wasn't going to let that bother him much.

              ❝I could get use to you sayin' my name like that there, Mistress Gemma.❞ 

     His smirk didn't falter, and his words rolled off his tongue like a cat purring from being happily stroked by its owner. He could feel himself getting more and more into character as her hand rested on his knee. It was apparent that was interested in him slightly and if not, then she was a very curious kitten. That on its own he could respect, because curiosity fueled his business.

     At her proposition, Dallas' smirk turned into a genuine smile. This woman was in for a real treat.

              ❝Mistress, I am your slave.❞ 

     That was all the dialogue that Dallas needed. This was something that was completely unusual for Dallas at the age he is now, he usually stuck to the stage and simply did small things. He hadn't done a private show for anyone in ages, but he certainly wasn't rusty.

     He slid her hand up his leg a bit, setting his large hand upon her smaller one, and her soft skin ran smoothly up the leather, but before she could really enjoy the touch, he slid off the chair, and onto the ground, his face stopping between her legs, hands pressed to either side of the outside of her thighs. Even then, his voice remained sultry and seductive, not skipping a beat;

             ❝I am every fantasy you ever dreamed and then some.❞ 

[opheliaavery]

Each veneer that slipped into place was real, a segment of psyche breeching the surface. Smiles, glares, strength or vulnerability- all real, but carefully controlled. Now she had corrected herself, the misdirected iciness slipped away and she struck a careful balance between old-money restraint and feminine warmth.  "Dallas." She echoed, amusement tugged at the corners of her lips as he took her hand. "It’s a nice place, I’m no expert but everyone seems.. very happy.”

Her eyes drifted briefly to her mother, a wistful sigh. “This isn’t her first engagement.. not that it excuses my mood. I’m sorry, I’m sure you have other things to attend to..” Sitting down and shutting up seemed like a good idea, before stress got the better of her.

[dallastheshowman]

     Admittedly, yes, Dallas did have a lot of other things that he should be attending to, however, it wasn't like  he was que'd to be on stage any time soon, nor was it like he couldn't do book work any time of the day. Right now, there was a pretty woman in need of some cheering up, and he was certainly willing to abide to that.

     Leaning over her, he had one arm on the opposite side of her chair, and one around sitting on the table, holding his weight. His breath was on her neck, but she wasn't the type of girl he could blatantly tease and she would swoon, he had to take it slowly and cautiously with her.

              ❝We aim to please, and we aren't happy unless you leave here feeling like the million dollars that you deserve to feel like. Every woman deserves to feel like a goddess ---- ❞ 

     His head drew in a little bit closer to her ear, and his voice lowered.

              ❝And despite the fact that you're forced to watch your mother be danced on by my attractive slew of stripper, I -- personally, am going to make sure you leave here happy.❞  

     One more hot breath against her neck, and then he stood upright.

              ❝What;' your poison pretty lady Ophelia? I'll gladly bring you anything you'd like on the house.❞ .

[teufelinderholle]

"So, takin’ it out on your patrons was the best option, you decided." He continued to gnaw on his lip ring, eyeing the other carefully. "What’s goin’ on, anyhow? Not turning a big enough profit, or what?"

He raised a metallic hand to signal a refill of that whiskey. He had a feeling the rest of that first bottle wasn’t coming back his way.

[dallastheshowman]

     His hands ran over his face, pulling on his skin a bit as he did so. It was days like this that Dallas really felt his age, and he hated himself for letting things bother him, but this place was his dream. There was no room for failure if he wanted to make it to the top -- if any of them wanted to go anywhere, they had to smarten the fuck up.

             ❝'Magine this. I send two incredibly attractive fuckin' men to a sorority house and they come back with no fuckin' money, claimin' they threw beer bottles at their heads. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that huh? How fuckin' bad does that make me look? ❞ 

     He wasn't scolding the man before him, he was just disappointing that Mike would let him down the way he did. 

[bloodymarymason]

     ”It’s a good thing that I do have intentions then.” It wasn’t a sad story that he had told, and it wasn’t something that spoke to her. “And I know I’m not destined for that lifestyle.” And a part of her was largely grateful that she hadn’t needed to go that way in the end.

[dallastheshowman]

             ❝And where does your destiny take you then, little lady?❞

     He was half put out by her lack of interest, it wasn't like he was going to pour his heart out completely to her; fuck he wasn't nearly drunk enough to do that, so she got the gist of his life; just like everyone else did.

[innocentflowcrs-blog]

"Ohhh," Carolyn cooed, "I see you carry the southern trait for exaggeration. Are you going to say I’m prettier than all the stars in space next?"

She flashed him another goodhearted  smile.

"I wasn’t aware there was a carnival in town," Carolyn replied innocently.

The only travelling show business that she could think of was either a carnival or a circus.

"Maybe I should flirt some more and score some tickets."

[dallastheshowman]

     He was still grinning at her, watching her as she stood there acting like she was so innocent. He liked her personality, so why not give her a couple of free tickets to the show? Looking down at the floor, then back up at her he chuckled.

             ❝I think you'll like this much better than the carnival. ❞ 

     She looked like she was 21 or around there, so Dallas reached into  the pocket of his tight jeans, and pulled out a half folded access card to Xquisite, and smirked playfully as he passed it up to her.

             ❝Y'can come by yourself, or bring some friends. Don't matter to me, but you just keep this card missy and you're on your way in for free. I'll make sure you have a good time -- me and the boys'll look right after you.❞ 

     He was assuring her, almost as though he were trying to convince her, however, she already seemed pretty keen on it.

[dallastheshowman]

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