A Working Customer (Open)

Posts : 58 Join date : 2013-11-06

Francis Bonnefoy had a deadline to meet, it wasn't a particularly important one, but he wanted to meet it anyway. What could he say? He just loved seeing his pen name in print. The Frenchman stood outside the Thorny Rose, note book in hand and pen twirling in between his fingers. Whenever he was in a slump he found himself drawn to this particular establishment in hope of inspiration. There are plenty of strip clubs in the city, he didn't have to become a regular here, and yet here he was. So he blames the roses and how wonderfully they bloom.

The customer walked into the Thorny Rose and saw that his usual seat was open. He moved forward to claim it, but someone else beat him to it. Stunned for a moment he looked around the bar, trying to figure out where to sit instead. The show was going to start soon and he wanted to be ready to write whatever came to mind.

Posts : 139 Join date : 2013-01-15

"costume in correct places?" " Check!" " All in working order? Even the clasps that hold the pieces in place?" " Check anddddd check seriously you sound like I haven't done this before" The bodyguard rolled his eyes in annoyance to Alfred's comment. It wasn't like the american hadn't done it before but because his acts was actually one of the popular ones in this place. The crowds did get out of control. So if things worked properly there was more order and less for him and the rest of the bodyguards to deal with " Well have fun out there and be careful" Alfred grinned as he handed him his glasses " Don't I always?" With that Alfred stepped onto the stage and settled himself into his starting pose just as the curtains parted and he started to move his body to the song he had selected for that day.

As he moved his body in seductive tones making his way to the front of the stage. His blue eyes scanned the crowd who was already getting rowdy from the looks of things. Not that he was surprised really. His performances were created to get the customers thinking of one thing and one thing only. Arthur preferred it that way since it gained him alot of income from just this performance alone. It was then he spotted someone new in the crowd. Who appeared to have no idea where to sit at the moment. Well.. he could easily fix that.. the guy was really good looking aswell. Alfred always did like to have fun, why not when you worked in such a place.

Alfred moved off the stage still timing his moves to the beat of the music approaching the man. He could feel the disapproval coming from the bodyguards and how they moved into position just in case things got out of hand, he knew it was for his own safety but he could handle himself. It was his choice to do this after all. Alfred backed him enough to ease him onto an empty chair " Just play along.." he whispered with a grin as he took hold of the man's hand and guided it to ease the zipper down off his leather vest.

Posts : 58 Join date : 2013-11-06

Oh dear.... Francis watched as the stripper strutted towards him. The writer was encouraged to sit on a chair and was suddenly getting more than he had ever paid for. Ever. Francis wasn't exactly a regular customer for the same reasons that others might be. Certainly this cowboy was very attractive ( the frenchman was easier to please than most) but, the frenchman considered himself more of a voyeuring kind of person in this particular establishment, a flirty conversationalist at most. Never a participant.

He gave a polite smile to the worker, it seemed like it was time to switch to modelling mode, but Francis decided he may as well store any thoughts that might come to mind. Maybe this change of pace would be good for his newest piece.

The lights are a foggy backdrop, as the man with the heavy-lidded eyes approached her...

The cowboy grinned with perfect teeth while taking hold of Francis' hand, with the noise level of the muic and crowd, the writer couldnt hear the zipper but instead feel its sound. The leather vest opened.

(Francis suddenly remembered that he'd been pretty single lately.)

He moved his attention back to the cowboy's face. In the lighting it was hard to tell what eye colour was hidden in the shade of the cowboy's hat. Such a little thing made him feel at a distinct disadvantage. He knew the rules, no touching without the dancers permission, so instead he retaliated the only way he knew how.

With his good looks of course.

Francis relaxed his shoulders and looked straight up at the cowboy, revealing a bit more of his own collar bone to the audience around them, he tilted his head and gave a half smile, the kind that made the front of sexy magazines. "Oh oui, I can play, the question is...can you?" he said loud enough for the next table over to hear. (out of the corner of he eye he could see a woman fanning herself already.)

Posts : 139 Join date : 2013-01-15

Alfred was pleased that this man was more then willing to get into it. He pulled off the hat he was wearing and tossed it towards the bodyguards who were standing in the back keeping watch on things. He felt a shiver of arousal go through his body at the french accented voice aswell as the question he had given him. What can he say.. accents do turn him on and he always loved it when someone he found attractive was giving an open invitation. Alfred was also very aware all the customers were now looking at them with a mixture of jealously and interest. " I think I am up to the challenge"

Now that he had a close look at the other male, without the hat in the way. Alfred had scored a jackpot the guys face was beautiful but had enough manly features to make him notably male. He pressed the other man's hand against his bared chest giving him full permission to touch him if he wanted as he moved his hips along with the beat of the music against the male. He had done this kind of thing before but never to this extend since he never really needed to do much to get someone to sleep with him but for some reason he really wanted this man. He guided the man's hands to his tight fitting pants and used them to ease those pants off leaving him in just the fitting underwear he decided to wear. Alfred didn't wear tongs... if he wanted something in his ass it would be better then a piece of fabric.

Just as the final beat to the song came to an end Alfred brushed his lips against the other's ear with the whispered suggestion that he met up with him later after the club closed for the night. Alfred got off the man's lap and picked up whatever bits of the costume he could reach before heading backstage after waving to his fans. The guards will pick the rest up before the next performer came onto stage. Alfred hoped that the mysterious man would take his offer and meet up with him later.

( Dies laughing at the topic description. Its not as if Francis doesn't like it or anyone else! Who doesn't want a sexy Alfred XD )

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Navy blue eyes flickered with a bit of concern, mon dieu was this cowboy really into his own act. Maybe instigation wasn't the best course of action. He couldn't help but look at the table next to his own the woman who was fanning herself is either over whelmed or she actually fainted and none of her giggling girlfriends have noticed yet.

As he watched his own hand being encouraged to explore the very nice chest, the Frenchman began to feel his own confidence slip away. He wasn't use to this sort of public display... Francis could be a very affectionate lover, but he's always felt that intimacy was something a lot more private. Coming to the strip club to watch was just fun and good for writing... So basically what he's trying to say is that he's a bit embarrassed and ohsacrebleu- Francis just took of the cowboys pants.

His eyes jumped back to the face, and the smile that greeted him, well, Francis could swear on his life that the stripper was either an amazing actor OR there was a legitimate dirty thought the cause of that smile.

The song was finally over. But before Francis could catch his breath, the young man basically asked him out, of course he did so by whispering in his ear which just happened to be a very sensitive spot-

And before Francis could say yes or no. The cowboy was gone. He let go of the breath he was holding, somewhere in the confusion he had dropped his notebook on the floor next to his chair. He picked it up only to be swarmed by the girls from the neighbouring table.

"What did he say!?!" One of the girls demanded her face, by the looks of it was more flushed than his own. "Omgthatwashawt." Another girl added in one breath. Thankfully this kind of reaction tended to calm him down, for Francis, women were very easy to handle and they always manage to make him feel relaxed.

"He just wanted to thank me for...playing along." Francis chuckled. He opened his notebook and wrote down that thought he had at the beginning before the cowboy- well, it doesn't matter anymore.

I need a drink.

So he sat at the bar, wondering what he should do.

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