@lightningcoursed
There’s a pulse about the night air, a twitch of electricity that bodes on the exciting. The lights inside are dim, bathing everything and everyone in crimson hues. Concealing them within its shadows.
It was going to be a good night, sparked flowed and she thrived on the charge. On stage she threw inhibition away and came alive, between the hustle and the pandering chatter dancing was what she lived for.
The club had only been open a few hours when they arrived, clad from head to toe in ebony leather they wore the sigil of their brotherhood on their backs with pride --- The Sons of Odin. Reputations go far in this down and theirs was vast, granted them a seat of power that none dared challenge. As biker gangs go, they were top of the game.
Aleina had watched them enter, greeted by security and the club manager as though they were all good friends. They weren't. To offer anything other than hospitality, however, would be a terrible mistake. It was a hierarchy and the club preferred to keep on the groups' good side, and that of their wallets.
Girls had approached as the settled, taking a seat in a private section by the stage away from the rest of the rabble. Aleina watched from the bar, with no intent of her own to approach any of them. Not yet. It was too early in the night and she was not unwise to the way these groups worked, they would do business between themselves first --- that was not something she wished to be involved with. All it takes is to hear something you shouldn’t have, what happens then is best left to the imagination. She finished the glass of red wine she’d been nursing in one and made her way backstage, her set was about to start.
Welcome one and all to The Wasp, home of the most beautiful woman in the state all here and ready to entertain YOU! Now, put your hands together, joining us on the main stage to bewitch your senses, the enchanting Lena!
With the slow beat of the music playing and the Dj’s voice fading out, she stepped on stage. Her body almost laid bare, the shadows and lights worked in harmony to conceal and highlight every curve of her form. She’s slow in her movement, precise, sensual and yet energised when the moment calls for it. Perfectly in tune with the music as she falls into it, becomes lost in it.
There’s a moment, lying on her back facing the group of bikers that she locks eyes with one and winks playfully. The music fades and her movements glide to their natural end and for a moment she’s gone, vanishing briefly behind the curtain re-dress. Then she appears, raven-haired and red-lipped and so beautifully dark.
She doesn’t approach any customers but instead heads to the bar so that she may get another glass of wine. They’ll come to her, the ones that come to her are always the easiest to work.