Post by MARILYN ANNE KNIGHT . on Aug 5, 2012 10:54:57 GMT -8
[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; padding-top: 0px;]SHE LICKS HER LIPS & OFF WE GO
[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Unlike a lot of the girls that had a job at the Gentleman's Club, Marilyn enjoyed going to work. The attention was a deal breaker, having all of those men (no matter how old and ugly) clawing after her, it was refreshing to say the least. Ever since she was younger, she would try to get the attention of all of the men and see how many she could get in on day. Well, when she had actually been alive, she wouldn't sleep with many of them, just simply because that was major taboo and it could even get a young woman killed. Well, eventually she did die, but not at the hands of any stranger, but at the hands of her own father. It was bound to happen eventually, what with the drinking and the beatings, she even took the beating for her own little sister, seeing as she didn't want her to get hurt. Apparently her efforts had been in vein, seeing as she soon found out, after she had come back, that her sister had killed herself via hanging. That had been a hard pill to swallow and it was why Marilyn had become to cold, bitter and brazen in all of the wrong ways. She never trusted anyone anymore and she found love to be completely unnecessary, emotions other than anger a weakness. So yes, Marilyn was a demon through a through, not taking shit from anyone and playing by her own rules entirely. [/style]Another reason as to why she loved her job so much, was the food. No, she didn't mean she got free platters in the back in between sets, she meant the potential customers that could very well die the same night she danced. How she would do it was fairly simple, she would give them a lap dance and tell them to meet her in the back alley after her shift was over. What man would refuse that? She would usually choose the old, gruffy, stinky men who she could only assume beat their wife and children. In fact, most of the time she could see it, as she sucked the soul out of their body and just left it there like an empty shell. It would haven every week or so, seeing as she knew that people would get suspicious if she did it every night she worked. She was lucky, seeing as her Boss, Axel Wolff, didn't mind her doing it, seeing as he used his own club for the same purpose. Except he preyed on the dancers, not the paying customers. As she walked into the club, she looked around, seeing three new dancers, all human for what she could see. Axel tended to hire mostly humans now a day, his thirst was probably needing to be quenched more, due to the fact that he was getting older. Marilyn liked her boss, he never fucked with her, well, he fucked her, but he never fucked with her and Marilyn liked it that way. She eyed the girls up and down before she walked to her station and started to dress herself in her little outfit for this evening. Looking into the mirror, she fluffer her hair and fixed her make up before she walked out into the crowd. For the first half of her shift she was a waitress, which she didn't mind; she got to warm up the guests and make them anticipate her dance. She was good at that sort of thing. At the same time as her walking around and taking orders, she scouted out her prey for the evening, she was starving and there was only one meal that could fill her belly and satisfy her to the fullest. |
[style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; padding-top: 0px;]'CAUSE THAT'S PORN STAR DANCING
[/style]SIX TWO FOUR WORDS FOR OPEN .
c'mon people!
