adreamtorise | no tongue's drier than mine, i'll come when i get back (rp for <user site="livejournal.com" user="co

Current Mood: bouncy

Entry tags:

no tongue's drier than mine, i'll come when i get back (rp for <user site="livejournal.com" user="co

(Backdated to Valentine's Day 'cause slow mun iz slow. :p)

It took every last one of her feminine charms, but with a little effort and a lot of sex, she managed to keep Ash so distracted he couldn't make plans for Valentine's Day. She'd even tracked down his assistant and asked her to keep his schedule clear and derail any attempts he might make to reserve a restaurant or plan an event.

She had plans of her own, and they were absolutely going to trump any fancy bistro he could track down.

It took some doing, but blessedly her connections were still intact, and with some effort she assembled what she would need for the event. Boxes were sent via courier, music was selected, and lighting was set up in advance of the event, which Anne was taking incredible pains to organize flawlessly. Even the ride was rigged: rather than drive him and have him figure it out on the way, for the night Anne used her expense account to rent a limo, choosing one with tinted windows on purpose. Instructing Ash to pick her up at her place at six PM, he arrived on time and looking delicious...as was his usual.

She was weighing the pros and cons of inviting him in and getting sidetracked for an hour when the limo pulled into her driveway shortly after his arrival. Damn.

Adjusting the strap of her red leopard print dress, she reached up to fuss with Ashley's collar and smiled ruefully as they stood in her doorway. "If only you could learn to show up an hour early..." she sighed wistfully, kissing his jaw. Ducking back in to grab her clutch and make sure her hair was straight, she exited the house and shut the door before he could do anything remotely persuasive to entice her back inside.

Locking the knob set, she turned to him and slid her arm through his. "Off with us now...I have something very special planned for tonight. Even you are going to be astounded, Mr. Moneybags, 'cause this night came free. Of. Charge. Come on, scoot!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I wish you weren't insane." Ashley muttered as he fought the urge to slide his hands up to her perfectly round breasts and squeeze. "Pretty. Not my thing. I like blonds."

His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke lowly. "What's in fifteen minutes?"

"Ooh! Good answer." she purred, turning to kiss his cheek and smile at his question.

"In fifteen minutes, it'll be fifteen minutes later than it is now." she teased shifting away reluctantly to rise from her seat. "Now be a good boy and enjoy the show...I'll be right back, I need to powder my nose."

Blowing him a farewell kiss as she stood, Anne strolled away, moving through the sea of bodies until she could double back and sneak through a service door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Showing her ID to the security guard by the door, she made her way back to the dressing room, where she was greeted warmly by the other dancers.

It took only five minutes to get dressed, and another ten to do her makeup before topping off the ensemble with opera gloves and a top hat. Once she was ready, she slipped around and signaled for the announcer to begin her introduction.

"Thank you, everyone, for visiting Scores this evening! For our next dancer, I want to ask you all to be generous with your tips, because this performer will be graciously donating all those hard-earned dollars to the American Red Cross, in support of the relief efforts in Haiti. You may know her from her early days heating up the Sunset Strip, or you may recognize her from the pages of the Playboy centerfold...whether she's your fantasy girl, Miss June, or the woman you're dreaming of this Valentine's Day, she's sure to make all your wishes come true! Hailing from Boston, she's as sweet and delicate as her namesake...put your hands together for the flower we like to call...WISTERIA!!!"

The slow, staccato beat of Peggy Lee's "Fever" rang out in the club as Anne fought to calm her hammering heart. Making herself count the beats, she waited for the opening sequence to repeat before a single gloved hand emerged, snapping in time.

A moment later, hat perched jauntily atop her head, Anne shimmied out into view and struck a sultry pose, seeking out Ashley's eyes in the crowd in the "clutty" dancer's costume she'd sworn for so long to show him.

It was perfect timing on her behalf, though she could not know that. Just a couple minutes after Anne disappeared, Ashley was tapped on the shoulder by a familiar face. Into his hand Chrissy dropped the little black box.

"You're welcome." She smirked at him, after rubbing her hand over his bald head. "Oh, and good luck, boss."

He popped the lid open and grinned. Luck. What did he need luck for? Looking up at Chrissy he chuckled. "Get yourself something nice."

"Already did." The tip of her finger teased the lobe of her ear. Light caught the substantially sized diamonds, making them sparkle.

"Ouch." Ashley laughed.

Just as quickly as she came, she was gone. When he turned back to the stage his jaw damn near hit his lap. She looked....

Beautiful. He could hear how fast her heart beat which only made his beat faster. It did something to him to know she got worked up like that over him. Pulling out a few of the ones he wiggled a finger at her. Come to daddy.

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...

Meeting his look with a broad smile, she pirouetted before she began a slow, vampy strut across the stage in time with the music. Tongue nudging her upper lip between her teeth as she smiled, she made it to front stage center before she dipped her head and gracefully rolled the top hat off her head and down her arm to catch it in her hand. Setting it onstage, bills started to find their way into it almost right away as she flung her head back, hair cascading down over her shoulders as she focused her gaze on Ash.

Extending one gloved hand to him, she crooked a finger invitingly, then surprised him by offering her hand openly in silent invitation to join her onstage.

This part was his real Valentine's Day present: his own personal lap dance.

Rising out of the seat he unbuttoned his jacket and laid it on the table. Then tucked the ring box in his pocket. Opportunity was knocking loud and clear. Taking her hand he pulled himself up on stage. Bending down he dropped a couple bills in her hat with a grin the size of a crescent moon. Still holding her hand Ashley looked her up and down as he forced her to do a turn for him.

“Pretty sure the way that dress hugs your ass is illegal in all fifty states.” He growled lowly as he licked his lips.

Anne let him spin her, then pirouetted straight into his arms, still moving with the music as her back pressed to his front, hips swaying gently in time as she smirked at him over her shoulder.

"Good to know I still have that magic touch." she purred, distracting Ash for just that moment as a stagehand deftly stepped in and set a chair in the middle of the stage. Turning in his arms, she pushed him back gently until the backs of his legs felt the chair so he could take a seat.

"Club rules." she reminded him with a whisper in his ear after he was seated, gloved hands skimming over his shoulders. "No touching the dancers...got it?"

The magic touch? Yeah, she had it. Ash was a little worried about how good she was, he wouldn't want anything embarrassing to pop up. The second he saw her on stage he felt the blood rush from one head to the other.

"No touching. Got it." Which made him want to touch her even more. He kind of liked that. Maybe he'd have to let her tie his hands up sometime.

Smirking, Anne stepped back and went back to swaying to the music, hips circling with every step as she glided across the stage.

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

Striking another pose, Anne made a slow, sensual meal of peeling off a single glove as she moved back to Ash, stepping behind him and draping the glove over his shoulder before she used her teeth to catch the finger of the other and slowly draw it off her hand. Slipping it off, she tossed this one to the crowd with a smile as she turned on her heel, thrusting her left hip out hard with the beat of the music and giving Ash a much better view of her ass as she bent over and ran a hand over the bare leg that stuck out of the slit in her skirt.

He had to shift in his chair to adjust himself. Christ this women would be the death of him. All he could think about was running his tongue up the leg peeking out of her dress. He was almost tempted to sit on his hands to keep from reaching out and touching her.

When she turned around to face him again, she'd find he had wiggled that little box free from his pocket and was holding it open in his hand.

She had her surprise. He had his.

She knew it was going to happen, wanted it to happen...and yet it still took her by surprise when she turned around and saw him holding the ring, stopping her in her tracks.

That was the one thing she loved about Ashley: she could see everything coming but him.

She was stunned, motionless, only for a moment before she strutted back across the stage and around to slide her arms around his neck with a smile. Stretching her left hand out in front of them in silent acceptance, waiting for him to slip the ring on her finger as she buried her face against his neck.

Ashley smiled. God he was smiling so big it made his cheeks hurt. Taking the ring from the box he slipped it on her finger.

So, that was the end of an era, he was no longer a playboy. He was an engaged man. Set to be married. Had found the perfect mate. It had been a good year.

He tugged her hand and pulled her closer. "I fucking love you so damn much."

"I love you more." she murmured, letting him pull her in for just a moment for one deep, eager kiss to seal the beautiful new promise the ring represented before she released him and drew away again. Joy bubbled in her blood along with the sensual beat of the music as she threw herself back into the dance while the crowd cheered, having witnessed the impromptu marriage proposal.

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said 'Daddy, now don't you dare
He gives me fever...'

Wrapping her arms around herself, she slid her hands up her own arms to brush the straps of the gown aside. Abruptly, it slithered from her body to pool in a lake of jet black silk at her feet, leaving her in only heels, diamonds, and the brief lingerie that barely kept her modest.

Fuck this no touching rule. Reaching out he slid his hand over the curve of her ass before slipping a few ones under the strap of her panties.

He really liked those underwear. The black against her creamy skin....the way the tight fabric shifted as she moved.

Anne scooped her hair away from her face, bending at the knees to roll her hips in front of him as he slipped money into her panties, grinning as he did. When he was done, she spun away and caught hold of the pole at the center of the stage, lazily swinging in a full circle before she came to face him again.

Planting one foot against the edge of his seat, between his legs and dangerously close to his crotch, she beamed as she leaned forward. Knee touching his chest, she laid her hands on his shoulders and used him for support as her leg came back down. She kept that contact, breasts and loose hair brushing his body as she slithered down to kneel on the floor and at his feet, a hand planted on each leg before she hoisted herself back up again, still teasing him with that barely there contact.

If he wanted to break the rules, she was ready to break them with relish.

"Where is the nearest bed?" He growled as she got close, hands sliding up her leg when it bumped against his chest. They really should be behind closed doors. There was little chance of him keeping his hands to himself and the idea of the men in the room seeing more of her made his hackles rise.

"At home, right along with the rest of the show." she whispered in his ear before straightening. She could tell there was trouble afoot, and it surprised her just a little. She knew what to expect from one of her own kind...the possessive nature, the animal instinct to lay claim and defend what was his, but the thrum of tension she felt in his muscles, the note in his voice and the violence in his grip...it was thrilling and startling, the rage she felt simmering beneath the surface.

Thank God she wasn't going full nude tonight.

Drawing back, she took another spin around the pole at center stage, scaling it before dipping into a backbend as she slid gracefully down, holding only with her legs in a perfect spin before she landed in a handstand and took to her feet again.

As the final verse of the song played out, she made a show of returning to center stage and bending over to collect her hat, now full of dollar bills, before strutting offstage, the hand now bearing engagement diamonds waving a coquettish farewell from behind the curtain before the irised spotlight died.

When the applause rose, Anne trotted back out onstage to Ashley, no longer playing by the rules as she tugged him to his feet and threw her arms around him, kissing him eagerly as she did.

"Wisteria, ladies and gentleman, our own Anne Forsythe...apparently, as we just saw, soon to be Mrs. Ashley Cromwell! Congratulations to the happy couple!"

As the announcer finished, Anne broke the kiss, nuzzling her nose against his with a happy sigh.

"I love you, you beautiful bastard." she sighed against his mouth before turning to the crowd to wave, again brandishing her new ring.

"Love you more." She could argue the point all she wanted. He was right. Ashley kissed her back fiercely, as if he'd never kissed her before.

"Not. Even. Close." she giggled, punctuating each word with a kiss as the eyes of the crowd began to burrow just a little too far beneath the vast stretches of bare skin still laid out before them.

Wistfully, she kissed him one more time before laying her hands on his chest to gently push him away. "Back to your seat, I'm afraid. Have to go put a robe on so the customers don't get the show for free...let me go, sweetie. I'll be right back."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

no tongue's drier than mine, i'll come when i get back (rp for <user site="livejournal.com" user="co

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject