@herkingofgotham ✗ an AU starter : strip club (48) ✗
{✗} Stripping paid the B I L L S. Well, actually, D A N C I N G paid the bills–stripping just came with the job. Selina Kyle couldn’t believe that her life had come to this. Sure, she did petty T H E F T S, but this was where the real M O N E Y was at. She was good at manipulating men–often ending her work nights with more than a grand in her wallet. Was it her fault that she was blessed with an hourglass figure, ample breasts, long D A R K hair and long legs that seemingly went on for D A Y S?
Of course not. She was just blessed. And it wasn’t like she S L E P T with clients for money–no, that she did if she found them I N T R I G U I N G, and then she’d rob them blind. There was something so intoxicating about the heat of the P U R P L E and R E D lamps on her pale figure, eyes watching her every move. It was a S A D I S T I C kind of high. And it was where she met H I M.
The music pounded loud around her ears, the cold S T E E L of the pole slipped between her thighs–dripping S E X. Her red lips parted as her green hues took in the rapt looks of her audience, her dark hair swinging behind her back as she spun down. She crawled towards the front of the stage, tossing her head back in mock rapture as she unclasped her bra, keeping the D A R K material covering her breasts until she spotted him.
The Purple Kitty had no shortage of F R E A K S, but this one was different. With his green hair and wild make-up, he looked like a clown–but with metal in his mouth and tattoos tossed over his body. He looked like the type of man who was pure T R O U B L E, the type of guy she shouldn’t even L O O K at, and yet here she was. Keeping her dark, L U S T Y gaze on his, she dropped her bra, spinning around back to her feet. She picked up her brunette locks in a sultry fashion and turned her back to the crowd as the music ended, her dark heels clacking around the stage as she made her way back to her dressing room.
