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38 years old stripper. dependent roleplay blog for queensrpg.

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desert-rain‌:

Hattan chuckled. “I’m no Vegas stud, but I am from Cairo. No idea what adjective goes with that.” Though, Las Vegas did sound very interesting and he thought about going, if only for a few days and taking in all the glitz and glitter. “Sure, I’ll have a drink with you,” he said. “Care for anything in specific?”

“i’d be ecstatic to but i’ve never been to cairo therefor i wouldn’t know. however, you surely are still a stud my dear.” ray quipped while getting the stool and seating himself down with graceful ease. he planned on going overboard this evening. it’s not everyday he gets to clock out early and he wants to satisfy his needs. “i go for bacardi usually. but we can go for good old vodka if you want.”

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Regret, Forget

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keegan-anderson‌:

Keegan wasn’t about to talk about his childhood to total stranger or the fact that he got cheated on. He didn’t want to talk about depressing things. He wanted to have a good time. It’s why he left his house. If he wanted to talk about his feelings then he would go to a therapist himself. “I’d honestly rather not. I came here to have a good time and that’ll just make things depressing and sad.” He would beat around the bush for as long as he had to, in order for the man to get off his back. “You think so? How would you do that?” He asked curiously as he took a sip of his drink. 

“but i love STORIES especially when they’re sad. makes me feel better about the society and how doltish they can be.” ray knew how ill-mannered he could be and he never had any issues with flaunting his malice to most. he had had a not so pleasant childhood but he didn’t like wimping around. as long as he had power and influence then he was content. “well. we can start off with having a few more drinks on the house. maybe we could try the dance floor, make you less tense. a private dance is also on the platter, with a side of mushiness if you’re into things like it.” 

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Cheers To The Weekend

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peyton-colemen‌:

Peyton glared at the older man. She hated when people called her too young. She was only one year away from the legal drinking age and her mind was more mature than most forty year old’s. “Not really.” It was a subtle lie. She didn’t want to give him the sanctification that she was. “I’m just not used to this brand of alcohol.” She said. That part was true. She wasn’t used to jack. She was more used to vodka but this is what her friend had decided to pick up for her so she took it with ease. At least at the time she did. “Milk? Do people actually use that as a chaser? And I don’t know how I feel about giving you the whole bottle but I could definitely share some with you.” 

“not really. so what are you? barely legal, somethin?” it takes one former tardy child to know one and her attitude implied disobedience. it’s not like raymond would do anything about it, on the contrary he was enjoying the way she acted. the only reason why he was not fully encouraging it yet is because he doesn’t want shit with the authority. the last thing he needs is serving jailtime when he’s still required to do his job. “no. but amateurs use it as a subtitute when they can’t handle alcohol. you reek of that, girlie.” he tsked, shaking his head. “fine. but i won’t be helping shit if you start passing out.” 

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xqueen-roxi‌:

Roxanne arched an eyebrow at the other and moved over to him, her eyes studying his rather handsome form “Well, I’m not one who shys away from the slightly more illegal things- But handsome, I’m not stupid enough to just blurt everything without knowing just who I am talking to, if you’re a cop you have to tell me” she purred.

“oh, don’t be such a spoilsport now. you’re not going to torment me with curiosity and mystery, are you?” ray crooked his lips in spite of his words, the scent of her figure quick to ambush his nostrils and he smirks wide. bewitched by the proximity he leaned in to say. “do i look like a cop to you?” he asks huskily, a snigger threatened his lips as he humored himself with the thought of wearing a cop uniform. that being said... “if i were a cop the one thing i’d be so inclined to do is handcuff those pretty hands of yours.”

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desert-rain‌:

Hattan found moments to visit new clubs almost on a schedule, to keep him from drowning in his work. It kept him sane, and this one in particular already held a soft spot in his heart. When the man, whom he’d glimpsed on stage, asked him about it, he smiled. “Very,” he said. “Reminds me of home.” The clubs in Cairo had this tendency, as well, and the added veneer that no one had to know what anyone was doing there. It was like a second world. It seemed the same here, as well.

“home? what, are you a vegas stud or something?” his own statement bounced in his hearing, he too taking himself back to the times where las vegas had been his base and the glitters had poised him like a true royalty. leaving the place added such a sour note but there’s a piece of him that held some desire for quietness, plus he was beginning to grow tired from running away from the big nevada scroundels. “i’m glad you find this engaging. care for a drink or two?” 

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milesjsullivan‌:

He thought arguing with this shady arse bloke would be an utter waste of time — he didn’t have to, because a bicker wasn’t something that he aimed, he didn’t want his emotions to be dragged along. That’d mean he was losing. “Oh, believe me. They’re just as boring.” He glanced back to the row of men and snickered; they weren’t bad-looking per se, but he wasn’t going to just give him the satisfaction. “Your friends? They’re looking quite impatient, what’s up with that, mate?” It entertained him when someone acted cocky, it looked ridiculous, although at times Miles could act vain himself. “I’m still bored out of my mind and you haven’t changed a single thing. This is an utter failure, my guy.” 

“ouch. was that supposed to sting this much?” ray sneered like a snake padding its eyes on its first tiny pillage. while he couldn’t distinguish between truth and bullshitery as much as he used to he was decisive and strong wiled enough to convince himself he could break this man and have him admit the lavish enjoyment this club had. “coworkers more like. those are my fuckin’ bitches. they listen to whatever i say. perks of being a top dog around here, ye?” ray scoffed, his confidence unbothered. “maybe it’s just you that’s boring, my dude. everyone is having a good time.” 

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milesjsullivan‌:

“Oh, mate, trust me. I’m anything but a party-popper.” He kind of was, actually, and boy did he relish the bloody hell out of it. It almost felt like a satisfying job for him to go and just rain heavy on someone’s parade, riling them up to the point of sheer destruction. He liked that, being the sane one amidst chaos, being the only one in control of everything. “What else can you offer? Naked sheilas wouldn’t do much. Your drinks don’t seem that extraordinary either, and that’s saying something.” 

breathing harsh through his nostrils, raymond cavalier wasn’t one to relent easy. “pft, really? because darling, you seem to be the only one pulling a sullen look here. what gives? are you into the more masculine dancers? i could direct you to that.” he jabbed a thumb backward, a line of glistening broods lined up as if awaiting for their fellow stripper to join them. nuh, huh. not yet. he was here not to bluff and his friends can vouch for it. “me. i’m a fantastic companion, dear. you’re lucky i even bothered to approach you in the first place.” a mocking grin curling on lips. 

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hvnterwilliams‌:

“I guess that’s true.. or maybe it’s not all their fault, you know? Maybe my taste just doesn’t blend well with others.” Hunter shook their head and let a sigh traipse out of their lips. They kept telling themself they should have kept their mouth shut. Things never went well whenever they summed up enough courage to speak up only for their confidence to fall flat a second later. “Haven’t you already had the biscuits?” They asked while lifting a brow. “I’ll try the milkshake I guess.”’

“or they’re just horrible. jesus. sorry, kid but you aren’t going to change my mind.” wanting to keep an air of arrogance, ray crunched a massive bite of his snack and chewed it as if he had the world below his feet. the place was shoddy and this person’s passive-passive attitude wasn’t going to change shit. raymond was stubborn and conceited. he doubted anyone could ever make him shift opinions. “yeah, not enough. maybe i’ll just share them with you, little boy.” ray cooed. 

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hvnterwilliams‌:

“Maybe it’s just..” they didn’t know why they they even wanted to defend the place when they were the one who started the commotion in the first place. But they had always been a pacifist and they didn’t like it when they felt like they had created a domino effect that could make people lose jobs. “Maybe I’ll leave, or try those biscuits that you had. Are you sticking around?” They wondered.

“it’s just what? i wouldn’t bother standing up for this place. they need to do their job right, okay? no fucking two thirds or laxity.” being the man of the job ray didn’t give a lot of tolerance for those who had not single a clue on how to keep their performance. he didn’t think it was fair when there were others who worked twice as hard. “probably. just wanting to see your luck.” ray chided, a grin somersaulted in. 

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xqueen-roxi‌:

“I’ll admit it, it’s rather miraculous that I haven’t been electronically tagged for all that I get up to” Roxanne shrugged “Living dangerously keeps life interesting, even if I probably have impending house arrest on the cards” she chuckled, drawing her finger around the rim of her glass.

“amen to that.” ray goaded with a chuckle of glee as he traced his fingertips around his shot glass of bacardi. dangerous is how he’d describe the full portion of his life, always risking shit for a thrill fix and enjoying the fucking hell out of it. “you must have been slick, beautiful. what kind of dangerous things do you fancy? i might be interested in joining your escapades.” 

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Cheers To The Weekend

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peyton-colemen‌:

It was Friday and Peyton really just wanted to unwind and relax. She had, had a busy week with getting things ready to get back to college and she just wanted a break from it all. She could feel herself getting anxious about the new semester and she needed some kind of release. She remembered that she had a bottle of alcohol somewhere that one of her friends had gotten her since she technically wasn’t the legal age to drink yet. She walked over to her cabinet and got it out. Peyton figured that it was nice enough to drink outside on her patio/back porch so after she got her bottle she made her way outside and sat in one of the chairs. She unscrewed the cap from the bottle and took a sip out of it and immediately gagged a bit. “Yeah, I probably should have gotten orange juice or something first.” She fought the urge to spit it out though and gulped it down anyway. 

“oh no, darling. aren’t you too young for that?” or at least ray assumed she was below legal age of drinking from her youthful features or how she reacted to the taste. he couldn’t rememeber the last time had pulled anything like that while drinking his weekly dose of alcohol which only indicated his penchant for drinking that had only blossomed over the years. “i could pace back to my apartment quick and get you a glass of orange juice or milk in exchange of that bottle because damn, doesn’t it look tasty.” 

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griffinsvanity‌:

The deep purr of a man’s voice drew Griffin’s attention away from the brazen dancing of the men. He hadn’t expected the club to have the dark, lusty undertone that he was experiencing now. It was certainly something beyond the average club around the area. “Flashy is a good word for it.” Griffin smiled, leaning against the wall next to the bar. When the bartender came down towards him, Griffin interrupted what the man was doing. He insisted on a top-shelf gin with lemon. The way Griffin carried himself was enough for the bartender to immediately begin making it, or perhaps it was the twenty dollar bill Griffin placed on the bar. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Did you want a drink?” Griffin asked, turning back to the man who had spoken to him. He hadn’t meant to turn his back to the stranger, but he had wanted to catch the bartender. 

“mmm. that’s one way to describe it. just wait until the stars take up to the stage, gorgeous.” oh. what a fancy and fiery looking lad this once was. he exuded a strong air of confidence enough to make the arrogant devil smirk himself. a lot of newbies who visited the joint always had too much or too little to offer, not capable of witching his interest like this man had within seconds. “no. i was actually here to offer you a drink but it looks like you already beat me to it.” he followed to order a straight up manhattan, then slid onto a stool. “raymond cavalier. i work as one of the strippers here. welcome to the club.” 

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milesjsullivan‌:

“It’s nothing special.” He had gone to plenty of strip clubs in the past and nothing had stood out for him; they were all the same, people wasting time, others baring themselves in desperation for a steady income that it almost felt pathetic and just embarrassing to see. The lingering odds of a confrontation in a strip club was a little higher though, and he was willing to give this one a quick stroll, at the very least. “Not my first rodeo, mate. It looks like you still need to do some more hyping up, too.” 

oh, fucking bollocks. he was one of those people. raymond was all about negativity as long as he wasn’t roped into that shit and this guy’s demaning attitude already added the pent-up hankering for a punch in the face. preferably this guy’s. “oh. you are one of those people who can’t recognise fun, aren’t you? party-popper.” he laughed. “stick around and i’ll guarrantee you’ll change your mind.” 

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Regret, Forget

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keegan-anderson‌:

Keegan chuckled lightly at the man’s words. He wasn’t wrong per-say. Maybe if he got someone to help fuck the sad out of him then he would finally be okay with things. But that was just a thought. “You’re not wrong.” He said in return. His drink arrived in no time at all and the bartender handed it to him. “You don’t want to hear my thoughts. They might be a bit too dark for you to handle.” 

“oh, isn’t that just a little patronising of you? i’ve seen many dark shit in my life. try me.” working as a male stripper forced ray to witness events that made him want to bleach his eyes and had his body invaded by the people who didn’t even ask for consent. that’s enough fuel to keep his in utter darkness. “maybe i can help you loosen up a bit.” 

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romi--weiss‌:

Romi was always down to go to a club opening and this one was no different. From the moment she walked in the door, she had a drink in her hand and a stripper by her side. She didn’t realize she was gawking at all the glitz and glam until the young man said something to her. “Flashy indeed. I haven’t even been here ten minutes and I’m already impressed.”

“wait until you see the real show.” of course, ray was talking about himself being the arrogant prick he was. although condescending, he must admit that he could appreciate beauty and one was standing right before him. in a lazy endeavor to not look like a shady person he tried out a seductive smile that didn’t really illuminate his face as whole, but that’s what the lights are there for. “let me buy you a drink and let me show all the things that can impress you in this club.”