(( Sphallolalia for that stripper au cuz wynaut-- ))
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
[ you know the only reason why I haven’t replied yet is because I’m having a hard time trying to describe Sabrina giving her a lap dance and I can’t exactly research it without feeling like a creep. You can see kisses in just about every movie, but not that. Not that. I’ll figure it out eventually tho. orz ]
It seemed as though their first day had gone extremely well. She was called, once again and specifically for that shy and awkward girl from before, and today she planned on giving her a show.
Or had planned on it.
Today, it looked as though Gardenia was trying to impress her. No matter how warm she became from Sabrina’s advances, she’d try to counter with her own clumsily made moves. It was adorable—in the same way a kitten was, seeing as she was nowhere near as confident as she needed to be in this line of business.
But she wants her money, so she pretends that it does, for both of their sakes, and goes along with the clumsy words and the drawn out touches, which were easily stopped and buffered with her own little quip here and there.
And, by the time she does manage to say something that catches Sabrina off guard, time’s up, and she easily masks her surprise, before (politely) kicking her out of the room.
