Post by INDIANA VON LOREM on Jun 1, 2012 12:03:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] There's No Way You'll Ring The Alarm The day so far had brought nothing. No excitement, no drinking, no fun. Staring into the mirror, a heavy breath passed the girls lips. She was utterly bored, her gaze drifted from the reflection to the clock. Thank god she only had half an hour left until her performance. How she loved being up on stage, everyone looking at her. Centre of attention. Standing up the chair she slouched on raced back as wheels echoed along her quiet dressing room floor. Spinning on her heals, Indy span as a smile grew bigger .With a cat walk style waltz, she made her way to the door. Dressed in a slinky black corset, ruffled netting and feather just covered her from behind, a pair of black heals of course; decorated with studs and spikes. Her eyes a purple cat eye lens, contrasting perfectly with the blood red of her hair. Upon her fiery crown sat a pair of teasing cat ears, a unique feature to complete her skimpy outfit. Her brisk walk carried through the maze of hallways to the main dressing room, only a few girls lurked chatting absentmindedly. The afternoon only brought a small crowed, mainly business men on their lunch break. Still, men in tight suits; nothing to complain about there. If not there was plenty of girls who enjoyed her company just as much. Running a hand through her blood tresses, Indy eyed the closed curtain. Fingers drumming against her thigh, a gloved hand twisted as she slightly posed. The audible crack of the sound system boomed as the shallow thuds of a drum beat started. Take the pain take the pleasure, I’m the master of both” words fell from her kissers, nothing more than husky whisper in a seductive tone. Rising her heal, she allowed her footfall to fall with the music beats. As the red blanket drew, a larger crowed than normal greeted her. Maybe because she had been advertised as doing a special performance tonight? Or just the fact she, a famous dancer was in town. MUSIC Strutting out, her stride small with legs flicks behind as she worked to the centre stage. With each beat her hips wildly swung to each side, her posture lowered as she gazed upon the crowed with enticing eyes. Rising back up from a crouched position, hands on hips she waltz to the pole. Right on cue for the chorus, fingers poised delicately along the silver metal, allowing her body to fall round as she wrapped her legs around the pole. Taking higher grip, her body move with ease as she climbed with such agility. Letting her arms fall, her body arched over its self as Indy hung by her legs. Flashing a seductive smile, she winked playfully to the applause she gained. Placing her hands to the floor, again she released the pole to kick down backwards into a crab position. Standing up, Indy ran her hands along her body before striding the front of the stage. Lowering her top half seductively, her body resumed popping to the beat of the theme. Shoulders rocked allowing her chest to pump back and forth. A routine of provocative movements carried on for another 5 minuets before she left the stage wearing nothing more than a lacy bra,panties and suspenders. The excitement and pleasure she got from owning the crowed left her on a high, she didn’t have another performance until tonight which allowed her plenty of time to drink… and fuck. Having the stage cleared, someone brought her back the corset come mini dress. Slipping into in, Indy removed the car ears from her head before heading out to the bar. tag: name word count:611 Outfit: notes:Come meet Indy...She's WILD |
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