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adreamtorise) wrote2009-07-17 11:18 pm
adreamtorise) wrote2009-07-17 11:18 pm
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[mse] 5.2.1 - lyrics prompt (50 cent - ayo technology)
She's so much more than you're used to
She knows just how to move to seduce you
She gonna do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in your lap till you're ready to pop
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“Anne! You’re up next!”
“I’m coming, hang on!” twenty three year old Anne Forsythe huffed, realizing she’d have to forego rouge for the time being. Pinching her cheeks for color, she decided they’d hold up under three minutes beneath the lights, and the workout would heighten her color. Making sure her jewelry was in place, she carefully trotted to the backstage entrance just as the announcer finished her intro.
“…one of the top acts here at The Body Shop, ready to sizzle is the alluring, the sultry…Wisteria!!”
The soft, percussive beat of Peggy Lee’s “Fever” began, soothing Anne a little as she let one gloved hand appear in the spotlight that shone by the stage entrance, snapping in time to the beat. When she took the stage, she was a vision in black and diamonds, from her five inch heels to the elbow-length opera gloves to the slinky satin gown clinging to her frame.
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever…
A jaunty black top hat hid half her face from view, but her eyes glittered occasionally beneath the brim as she strutted down the stage’s small catwalk, pausing occasionally to collect a bill from one of the patrons in front. She was modestly dressed, all things considered, but the touchable slickness of the satin gown pulled its weight as her hands slid over her own body, arms wrapping around herself to stroke and caress what the audience couldn’t reach. Her lips parted, her chest rose and fell visibly as she fell back against the pole at center stage, the picture of wanton lust as the clip holding her hair up attractively fell away to let platinum blonde curls spill free over her shoulders.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
Swinging gracefully around the pole, the slits in her skirt revealed teasing glimpses of tanned, toned leg as the money continued to come. The top hat came away first, placed on the ground with a challenging smirk most of the patrons rose to meet, bills littering the stage as they tried to make it inside.
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Her arms came around her own body again, hugging herself and deftly brushing the straps of her gown aside. Letting it fall, pooling at her feet, she posed for a moment in a simple black satin bra and G-string tastefully adorned with matching sequins, getting her desired intake of breath from the patrons of the club.
Still mostly dressed, right down to her opera gloves, the vamp with the she-wolf eyes was on a roll as she knelt and smiled, allowing a balding older man to tuck a five dollar bill into the side of her G-string.
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her he said,
"Julie, Baby, you're my flame."
"Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever! I'm afire,
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth."
The green went well with the black of her lingerie and the fire of the costume jewelry flashing at her throat and ears. Sweet smiles and sultry looks were the product she was selling when she returned to the pole, fantasies in a glance and displays of physical grace that came from dancing and gyrating with the smoky beat.
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever! 'till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
Black was a neutral canvas, the absence of light or the totality of color depending on who one talked to. It was the backdrop against which she became Wisteria, Juliet, Pocahontas, and anyone else the men and women around her wanted to be. Most of her co-workers were jaded enough to exploit that fact, but there was nothing exploitive or deceitful about what Anne did. She gave fantasies willingly and warmly, she didn’t lie, merely pretended. She was happy to become what someone else needed to escape, to feel a breath of free air touch their lips or a real brush with their own sexuality.
And for the price of a lie, massive groups of people every night allowed her to have total and complete control over them…some nights that fact alone was so blessedly perfect she could almost work for free.
What a lovely way to burn…
Swiftly, Anne bent over at the waist for the benefit of the crowd, scooping up her remaining tips and half-filled top hat from the stage before turning to strut away, winking over her shoulder as the last notes of the song died.
…what a lovely way to burn…
Exiting the stage just as the spotlight winked out, Anne sighed happily and took her tips back to the dressing room to sort out. She had take the stage three more times before the end of her shift, then she had to work the floor for lap dances after if she was requested…and she was always requested by someone.
It was a hard job, but someone had to do it. Might as well be her.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 950 (w/lyrics)
She knows just how to move to seduce you
She gonna do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in your lap till you're ready to pop
=====================
“Anne! You’re up next!”
“I’m coming, hang on!” twenty three year old Anne Forsythe huffed, realizing she’d have to forego rouge for the time being. Pinching her cheeks for color, she decided they’d hold up under three minutes beneath the lights, and the workout would heighten her color. Making sure her jewelry was in place, she carefully trotted to the backstage entrance just as the announcer finished her intro.
“…one of the top acts here at The Body Shop, ready to sizzle is the alluring, the sultry…Wisteria!!”
The soft, percussive beat of Peggy Lee’s “Fever” began, soothing Anne a little as she let one gloved hand appear in the spotlight that shone by the stage entrance, snapping in time to the beat. When she took the stage, she was a vision in black and diamonds, from her five inch heels to the elbow-length opera gloves to the slinky satin gown clinging to her frame.
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever…
A jaunty black top hat hid half her face from view, but her eyes glittered occasionally beneath the brim as she strutted down the stage’s small catwalk, pausing occasionally to collect a bill from one of the patrons in front. She was modestly dressed, all things considered, but the touchable slickness of the satin gown pulled its weight as her hands slid over her own body, arms wrapping around herself to stroke and caress what the audience couldn’t reach. Her lips parted, her chest rose and fell visibly as she fell back against the pole at center stage, the picture of wanton lust as the clip holding her hair up attractively fell away to let platinum blonde curls spill free over her shoulders.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
Swinging gracefully around the pole, the slits in her skirt revealed teasing glimpses of tanned, toned leg as the money continued to come. The top hat came away first, placed on the ground with a challenging smirk most of the patrons rose to meet, bills littering the stage as they tried to make it inside.
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Her arms came around her own body again, hugging herself and deftly brushing the straps of her gown aside. Letting it fall, pooling at her feet, she posed for a moment in a simple black satin bra and G-string tastefully adorned with matching sequins, getting her desired intake of breath from the patrons of the club.
Still mostly dressed, right down to her opera gloves, the vamp with the she-wolf eyes was on a roll as she knelt and smiled, allowing a balding older man to tuck a five dollar bill into the side of her G-string.
Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her he said,
"Julie, Baby, you're my flame."
"Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever! I'm afire,
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth."
The green went well with the black of her lingerie and the fire of the costume jewelry flashing at her throat and ears. Sweet smiles and sultry looks were the product she was selling when she returned to the pole, fantasies in a glance and displays of physical grace that came from dancing and gyrating with the smoky beat.
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever! 'till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
Black was a neutral canvas, the absence of light or the totality of color depending on who one talked to. It was the backdrop against which she became Wisteria, Juliet, Pocahontas, and anyone else the men and women around her wanted to be. Most of her co-workers were jaded enough to exploit that fact, but there was nothing exploitive or deceitful about what Anne did. She gave fantasies willingly and warmly, she didn’t lie, merely pretended. She was happy to become what someone else needed to escape, to feel a breath of free air touch their lips or a real brush with their own sexuality.
And for the price of a lie, massive groups of people every night allowed her to have total and complete control over them…some nights that fact alone was so blessedly perfect she could almost work for free.
What a lovely way to burn…
Swiftly, Anne bent over at the waist for the benefit of the crowd, scooping up her remaining tips and half-filled top hat from the stage before turning to strut away, winking over her shoulder as the last notes of the song died.
…what a lovely way to burn…
Exiting the stage just as the spotlight winked out, Anne sighed happily and took her tips back to the dressing room to sort out. She had take the stage three more times before the end of her shift, then she had to work the floor for lap dances after if she was requested…and she was always requested by someone.
It was a hard job, but someone had to do it. Might as well be her.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 950 (w/lyrics)
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