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so you think you can dance? [kat] [18+]
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Post by smith on Jul 19, 2020 5:03:47 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Club Desire needed to hire new staff members more frequently than your average establishment. Tucker was always granting the wish of some dancer, waitress or bartender to be something more than they were. He always had a soft spot for those he’d have to see everyday, more often than not he didn’t even take their souls. His most popular deal was just a favor to be repaid at a later date, there was so much more power in having people owe you things. Plus he was trying to stay under the radar, so if a soul here or there went missing no big deal, but if there were a bunch of pretty ladies running around with claims on them someone might start to notice.
Today a new batch of dancers were auditioning to work at the club. Some of them heard about the great benefits from the other dancers, others from Tucker’s personal recommendation, and some even just stumbling upon the listing on the internet. Being a dancer at the Desire Lounge was unlike the average dancing position. There were special requirements that not all dancers met. Sure there were some normal vanilla jobs, but those rarely opened compared to unique positions offered by the club.
Tucker hadn’t bothered to dress up for the occasion, he had just thrown on a silk robe before walking down the stairs from his apartment to the club floor. He always tried to bring his charming demeanor everywhere he went but he was still feeling a little groggy from smoking himself to sleep the night prior.
The first few dancers were a bore, they were dressed much too modestly and had little to no personality to offer to the position. This job was just as much about skill as it was being sociable with the clients. Tucker’s always loved to fill the club with interesting people so he needed interesting staff to bring them in and keep them there.
He slinked back on the red velvet chair facing the stage as he yelled, “Next!”
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 19, 2020 8:29:16 GMT
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| are you sure it's not too much? you never told me what kind of club this was
Effie tapped the message into her phone and hit send, but as she sat backstage in the foreign club, she knew she didn't have any choice. She was already here, in the outfit she chose, practically freezing under a blasting A/C vent, and even if she could manage to do one successfully for the first time ever, she didn't have time for any transference spells. Desperate for work after things ended poorly at her last gig, she'd confided (drunkenly, of course) that would do anything and go anywhere in the city for a job. Chanel had insisted, in between countless tequila shots, that Effie go to the tryouts at Desire Lounge, that the owner would change her life, that she would be a perfect fit.... Did she actually say the word desperate? That must have been the only way she was talked into trying out for a job in the Upper East Side.
If you're ass isn't out, he isn't going to hire you!!!
Rolling her eyes at the text, she tossed her phone into her purse hanging on the chair. She heard a frantic clicking against the concrete floor, not realizing it was her own leg twitching impatiently as she watched girl after girl walk on stage and disappear out the backdoor. She couldn't decipher who had passed and who had failed, which made silently judging every other girl that much harder. Did she dress too slutty, in a black leather bikini top and skirt that hid literally nothing of her lacy thong? Did she not dress slutty enough? Were the over-the-knee socks too desperate? Her entire career, a whole 4 years, she'd never not felt the backstage jitters. This audition was no different.
Before she was to go on, she was called to wait side stage. For the first time, she was able to get a glimpse of the club, or what she could past the stage lights. The inside of the club was dark, and not just in lack of light. The color palate was made of of deep reds and smooth blacks, a classic done right. In the background to Effie's focus, she heard Madonna playing as the redhead before her danced her heart out. She was careful not to watch her - it was better if she focused on herself.
The music ended, and without much of a pause Effie heard a deep, masculine voice call out, "Next!"
On cue as always, her anxiety melted away. Being behind stage and being on stage had two very different feelings, and once she was the one sauntering to center stage red bottoms, she wasn't plagued by anything that ever happened behind the curtain. She landed on her mark easily, eyeing the one shadowy figure she could faintly make out in the lights. Her eyes locked on whoever it was once she caught him; her glossed, pouty lips pulled into a sultry smile as she batted her thick lashes at him once, as to not be tacky. "Do you want to know my name before I start? Or you could just call me whatever you like." She made sure her voice was as soft as the chair he was sitting in, placing her hands on the bones of her tattoo-covered hips as she spoke.
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Post by smith on Jul 19, 2020 18:06:44 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker perked up at the woman who had just taken the stage. The silk robe opened a little further as he sat up in his chair. She walked out with such confidence in a small outfit that highlighted all of the good things about her body. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it, this is what the club owner looked for in a new hire.
But when she spoke that solidified his admiration of her. It was humans like these that keep him from drowning in another long slumber; the ones who keep things interesting. Because as much as he was carefree to his core, he hated boring. Life was about new experiences, and after thousands of years on the earth those were hard to come by.
“I’d love to call you many things in that outfit darling.” He’d pause for a second as he looked over to the club manager shaking her head. He’d grin. “But yes please state your name for bookkeeping purposes”
He’d lean back in his chair placing his hands behind his head, exposing more of his chest. “If you’re as perfect if I think you are this dance is just a formality. Afterwards we can talk about the special parts of this job.”
Tucker would make a gesture with his hand for her to begin the routine.
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 20, 2020 3:12:36 GMT
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| Effie could hardly make out the figure in the dark, but as her eyes adjusted, she could see she'd peaked the owner's interest. His voice rang true with his words; she could tell she genuinely already had him captivated. As he came into focus, she could make out his bare chest, exposed in something soft and casual, like a robe. She caught his eyes, and hers sparkled. "Effie. It's a pleasure."
After his cue, she held her hands behind her back. How could she have ever thought she didn't have this in the bag? It always baffled her how she seemed to forget she had an uncanny ability for getting what she wanted."It would be rather rude of me to have you come all the way here and not see a show worth watching.". She ducked her head down, and on her cue, the light dimmed.
Until the music started. She chose a song with deep bass and a slower BPM, something still easy to move to. Her spotlight shined bright once she started, and through her eyes all she saw was her feet prancing along cosmos, her body moving in the curves of milky ways. Every movement was fluid, flexible and most importantly, hypnotic.
Once she finished front center stage, she flipped her long hair from her face and waited for a response before she dropped her arms, feeling the rush slowly fade as she came back to earth.
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Post by smith on Jul 20, 2020 4:47:51 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Watching her dance brought a little spark back into him. He knew she’d be popular among the guests, hated by the rest of the staff. But they knew not to mess with his favorites, because the boss had a way of getting what he wanted. As she finished her routine he would give a very approving clap. “Bravo Bravo”
Normally the club manager would conduct the formal interview but he wanted to get to know this Effie for himself. He figured she could handle the rest of the auditions while he examined the new girl. Tucker springed out of his chair grabbing the clipboard out of the managers hand, quickly moving towards the dancer. Once he got to the stage he’d grab her hand amd lead her to one of the private rooms. “Off to conduct your interview!” He’d pull her along with giving anywarning.
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 20, 2020 5:05:41 GMT
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| She heard the applause erupt from her one viewer, his voice echoing in the empty room. Effie smiled in satisfaction knowing she'd done exactly what she needed to.
Before she knew it, the owner was on stage with her, in nothing but a robe that was hanging on by a loose knot. His skin felt somewhat cold as he grabbed her hand, and without hesitation Effie followed right behind him. Interview, she thought. Shit. She started racking her brain for Chanel's drunken voice, trying to pin down the name of the owner. As a dancer without a resume, the least she could do was know who she was working for. T-something...
Alone in the private room, she felt that familiar knot tying in her stomach, though she couldn't figure out why. She'd practically already been promised the job, so what did she have to worry about next? Assessing the room she'd been hastily pulled into, she placed herself on the edge of one of the chairs, looking up at the owner. Tucker! Finally, she remembered his name. She gave him a soft smile. "I didn't bring my resume with me so I hope I know all the answers to your questions on the spot."
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Post by smith on Jul 20, 2020 5:44:09 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@a Private Room IN Desire LOUNGE
Tucker would grin at her statement as the two settled into the small private room. The lounge wasn’t a strip club but the demon insisted the private rooms were there so that the was always a place to slip into for some fun. The high rollers loved it too, the girls were always wiling to give a few moments of their time for a tip that would make their night.
There was only one chair in the room so Tucker placed himself on the circular platform in the middle so that the lady could take her seat. The platform was raised a little off the ground so he wasn’t too far below her. “Don’t worry these questions wouldn’t be on a resume anyway.”
Looking down at the clipboard Tucker noticed that the club manager had dolled up the questions he handed her, probably to not intimidate the new dancers. But no matter, this interview was in his hands so he would conduct it as he pleased.
He set the clipboard down beside him, leaned forward, and placed his hands on his knees. He’d begin to explain the situation to her. “So you have the base dancing job and you could walk right out of here with the posted rate. Never have to do anything other than performing the same routines over and over again. Or if you answer these questions in a way that pleases me your pay rate could be life-changing.”
He’d grin as he looked into her eyes. Tucker would start with a weed out question. “First question, feelings on nudity?”
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 20, 2020 6:10:37 GMT
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| Effie watched him as he put himself on the small stage, and she felt smaller than her already 5'2" sitting in front of him. She held her back high though, making sure she didn't show any fear. She listened to him speak, processing the words. She didn't flinch as he gave her the first option, because obviously the second would be worth waiting for. And answering questions didn't seem that hard to find out what it was.
She'd figured out rather quickly in her career that she had to make some choices when it came to what she wore, and mostly what she didn't wear. It wasn't a complete shock that she was being faced with the question. It caught her off guard how blunt he was about it, but really, she appreciated him cutting right to the point. Still, she had to ask herself: was she really willing to sell her soul to pay her mortgage? Well, she'd done it before, so... yes. Yes she was. Sex sells, baby.
"Completely comfortable and well-versed in it," she said formally with a small smile, crossing her legs. Again, she found herself realizing there wasn't really anything to be nervous about.
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Post by smith on Jul 20, 2020 6:50:18 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LOUNGE
Tucker’s eyes would beam from his head. “Oh Effie where have you been all my life?” Something about this girl was just too good to be true but he couldn’t put his finger on it yet. A person like this appeared once in a lifetime. Lucky for the demon, he’d lived dozens of lifetimes. It wasn’t often these days that he’d get so excited, but everytime he thought he had gotten the most out of life something new always seemed to appear.
“Well I guess we should switch seats and you should show me then. Make sure you earn that pay raise,” he’d cock his head to the side with a sly grin. This was the first true test for her, but for the first time in a while he was rooting for someone to succeed.
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 20, 2020 7:13:39 GMT
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| Effie's cheeks turned pink as he raved about her, her ears ringing with praise. She was more than pleased that she peaked Tucker's interest, and more so that she got the rare opportunity to have it undivided.
Her eyes went wide as he offered the stage to her, giggling slightly as she switched spots with him. "As you command," she responded obediently, curtsying in her skirt before she simply pulled it off. She shook her hair out as she stood in a bikini top and thong, ramping up just a bit of anticipation before she reached for the back string. Her eyes stayed on Tucker as the fabric fell to the ground, and as much as she wanted to make it really memorable for him, she restrained herself. It was a job interview, after all.
Keeping it as tame as possible, she hands dropped to her hips and slipped the last garment off, kicking her clothes off to the side. Every inch of her tattoo-covered skin was exposed to him in a dim spotlight; she still didn't feel nervous. She gave a slow twirl, using her long hair to her advantage as she flipped it around her shoulders. She watched his eyes, paying careful attention to what they watched and what they said. It was definitely a first for an interview, but she could appreciate his approach. A lot of people danced around the dirty details; it was refreshing to encounter someone so... honest.
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Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 3:10:40 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LOUNGE
The naked human body never ceased to amaze Tucker. It was the one thing in this world that was so random yet so controlled. Everyone was born with different unique features, some were more gifted in stature or assets than others. But no matter what you’re born with, through hard work everyone's body can appear to be a gift from heaven. Throughout the years human bodies seemed to become largely worse. In the beginning, everyone was so muscular, they had to be to survive, but as technology advanced people relied more on intellect than strength; oftentimes their figure suffered for it.
That’s why it was so refreshing to see Effie in front of him, in her pure naked form. Her body was sculpted perfectly, and she cared for it well. If she were to study his expression Effie would see the demon taking in her full form, not staring at any one section for too long. As much as he wanted her right there and then he wouldn’t ruin this encounter by filling the air with skeezyness. He wouldn’t open his robe in front of her and demand a “favor” to seal her job. That is not how this encounter would go. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he wanted her to like him.
After scanning her body one last time, he’d snap back to reality. Looking deep into her eyes, “Tell me Effie, what is it that you want more than anything in this life?”
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 21, 2020 4:26:18 GMT
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| She watched his eyes very carefully with a faint smile on her lips. She was familiar with what this moment typically was - the moment she knew she was the one in control. To her surprise, his eyes didn't give away much. She could see him tracing her figure, from the top of her head to her high heels and back again, and at the very least she knew she had his focus. Something in his expression told her that he was hoping she'd answer everything correctly. So far, she felt pretty safe.
Effie could tell she was going to be here for awhile, so she put her hands on her waist and cocked a hip. He seemed to take his time soaking her in, and she didn't stop him. She didn't mind either; the longer he took, the brighter she beamed. She felt empowered by his attention. It was the entire reason she knew she was meant to be on stage. She never felt it was degrading or demeaning. She very strongly knew it made her feel more powerful than ever.
His question seemed ominous. He wouldn't be asking it without a reason, and her instincts twitched. What was the correct answer? Something attainable? Or the true answer?
In her gut, she just knew he'd call her on her bullshit if she said something just to sound correct. She hadn't said anything she didn't mean up to this point, so she kept it that way. Still, she paused before answering. It was an incredibly vulnerable truth. "The key to immortality," she answered surely. "And not vampirism or lycanthropy or -" she glanced at his face, realizing where she was and what she was doing and who she was talking to, before taking a breath and continuing. "The Philosopher's Stone. I want it. I know sound insane, and I don't know why I'm admitting this to you, but... You asked." Pressing her lips together, she shut up. She didn't want to expose herself anymore than she already had in that answer.
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Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 4:59:23 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LOUNGE
The first part of her answer disappointed him, but he was intrigued by the second. She seemed aware of the non human reality. Tucker hoped she wasn’t a hunter, he really didn’t want to have to kill her. Either way there was a new layer of intrigue to her, something he’d just need to peel away.
“Never seen the philosophers stone. I’m actually pretty sure it’s a myth actually, but I never looked into it personally.” He’d pause for a second before laying his cards on the table. “Immortality on the other hand is something I’m extremely well versed in. Overrated if you ask me but who am I to judge if that’s your innermost desire.” There was a firmness in his voice, not harsh, but authoritative.
He looked back at the girl. The demon noticed she was in no rush to put her clothes back on. Maybe she preferred to be nude? Something to explore he noted to himself. “But if that’s what you really want I’m pretty sure we can work something out.” He’d grin putting the ball back into her court.
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Jul 21, 2020 5:52:06 GMT
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| Effie had to stop herself from narrowing her eyes in sudden distrust. Well versed in immortality? Whose path had she just crossed? She'd met other witches, of course, a couple of mutants, a vampire who hit on her at a bar, and there was that one time with a witch hunter in Williamsburg... She was running down the list of non-human people she'd met, trying to compare them to Tucker, but she couldn't come up with any answers. For all she knew, he could be human. Or worse, a hunter.
She shook the feeling off. Trust was a two-way street; she'd have to give in order to receive. "Not for me." Effie shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ear. She scoffed as she looked back up and cocked a brow. "Well, not just for me. It can't be anything that requires you to give something in return. No curse, no twists, no unexpected results." She felt herself smile as her eyes lit up again. It was her life's work, her ancestors' work. It ran deep in her blood. She couldn't help but be excited when talking about it. "I won't bore you with the details. It's real, and if anything, I want whatever I need to find it."
She glanced at her pile of clothes on the ground and then back at Tucker, not saying anything about it. She felt comfortable naked; she was more uncomfortable talking about her quest for immortality and the key to healing all ailments than anything, so she'd wait for his cue to get dressed again. "Can I ask any questions?" Her tone was sing-song as she asked, in that same obedient voice she'd used before.
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Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 17:50:29 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@a PRIVATE ROOM IN DESIRE LOUNGE
The conversation had started to move away from from a fun time and turned more serious. He really hadn’t intended it to go that way, but asking people what they truly wanted in life sometimes had that effect. He realized now she was definitely connected to the supernatural world in some sense. It was impossible for her to be a demon or even one of the winged freaks because then she wouldn’t be asking about immortality. Doubtful she was a hunter either because there was no way she’d come to a club like this without her knives, leaving herself so vulnerable. She also mentioned her distrust of vampires and shifters too. That left either a human in over her head or, a hybrid freak, or possibly a witch. Humans rarely had the confidence to pull off what she was doing, but most witches also knew nothing is no strings attached in magic. Either way it seemed obvious she was relatively new to whatever she was doing.
Tucker’s mouth turned into a sly grin. “Well a witch such as yourself has to know all magic comes as a price, there is never a spell that can come from nothing.” The statement now lingered in the air as it was revealed that they both knew more than they were letting on. He wasn’t completely sure of course, but he made an educated guess based on her goal for the Philosopher's stone. “However, I know a few loopholes that would allow someone to live pretty much forever. They come at almost no price.” He’d try and intrigue her into asking more questions.
“I could ask around for a lead on the stone if you wanted though, enough people owe me favors that I’m sure I could get you some information on it’s whereabouts.” Normally the wish granting came later on in the job. But he felt as if he couldn’t let her go out and get herself killed. He wanted her to stick around.
“Of course, nothing is off limits. And I’ll answer everything completely honestly.”
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