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Post by The Jenn on Mar 18, 2009 20:30:57 GMT -5
The air always hung thick with smoke, sweat, cologne, and lust in a strip club. Even though he would have had a hard time admitting it in public, Rogers loved the atmosphere in places like this with a fiery passion. When Rosewood returned the apartment smelling like smoky sex on a stick, he always wanted to jump the man, though he was very good at restraining the urge until the man had gotten a chance to take a shower and unwind. One of the serious pleasures in his life was getting to come to the club sometimes after work and watch people watch the swan on stage, knowing that they weren't going to be the ones in his bed later that night. It was a selfish, possessive sort of pleasure that he only indulged in the back of his mind, but it was there and he nurtured it every time he came to watch Rosewood strip in front of a crowd. He'd taken a seat near the back this time, nursing a fruity drink and watching as the swan hit the stage. The man practically glowed white in the low lighting, what parts of his feathers were revealed with the outfit he was wearing. Between the proud arch of his long neck and the deliberate sway to his step, he knew this was going to be a fun one. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 18, 2009 21:10:07 GMT -5
Rosewood never got bored of either of his jobs. People had too many problems, and he had to much fun trying to watch them escape them. Living a double life wasn't difficult. Who would expect someone with such a respectable job to work at a strip club? When he walked out on the stage it was as if he was a completely different person. His steps screamed something that they normally didn't, he wore elaborate clothing that shifted with each subtle movement. And then in a graceful movement he threw his body into the song. In fluid motions he twirled on the pole, and bended in manners most people could only dream about. He jumped up, using all of his upper body strength so he could slowly bend backwards, bringing both of his legs up over his head. Slowly his body slid down as he removed one of his hands. He blew a kiss to his favorite patron. The only one who got to see his real performances. He really did love having Rogers around. It made things much more interesting. |
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 18, 2009 21:19:02 GMT -5
Sexy, sexy man. Rogers watched with more interest than was probably decent as Rosewood performed, doing beautiful things on a pole that would get him thrown out of any other sort of establishment. That was why these places were so much more fun, honestly. It didn't matter what they did or didn't wear. It was all about movement, sex appeal, and attitude.
His tail wagged against the wooden leg of his chair as he watched, knowing just how many muscles hid under the feathers on the swan's arms. The furry tail wagged even harder as the swan leaned in his direction and blew him a kiss. He knew it was his, whether or not everyone else did, and it made him blush with pleasure under his brightly colored fur. Silly exhibitionist. Watching the man was such a treat.
He absently ordered another drink, something tasting like apples and vodka, eyes barely leaving the pale form that entertained the crowd.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 19, 2009 12:00:11 GMT -5
His act was always the longest. Taking off his clothing was a huge productions as all eyes locked on him. And when it was time for the final piece and everyone's breath was baited, he would either disappoint the crowd, or give them what they really wanted. It was always a game that he enjoyed playing.
And tonight he would leave the guests begging for more, a smirk on his face as he walked off stage.
The announcer expressed his disappointment at the diva, but the show went on even though the patrons gave an "awww" of disappointment.
Rosewood would never admit out loud that he enjoyed the attention, the eyes, and the begging. Well, he would admit that to Rogers, but that was something else entirely. He redressed in floor clothing before he made his way out to socialize with some of the patrons. After a bit of bored chatter he headed towards Rogers, carefully slipping behind him to whisper in his ear. "All the patrons are staring at you."
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 28, 2009 14:26:16 GMT -5
Rogers couldn't help a disappointed groan along with several of the other patrons as the swan strutted off the stage, feeling thoroughly teased and hot under the collar. Sometimes he really envied other bipeds their comfort without clothing.
He sipped at his drink and ordered another in the time that it took the swan to redress and chat up a few of the other patrons. A flash of white caught his attention at one point and alerted him to Rosewood's presence, but he stayed where he was and waited for the man to come to him. Irritating as it was, this constituted yet another part of the man's job and only upped his appeal for some of the club's regulars, his approachability despite his rare and often unsettling region.
The voice against the fur of his ear made him shiver and set down his drink, half-turning to meet those playful pink eyes. "Only because I'm being teased by the most attractive man in the building," he muttered back, at once embarrassed and delighted at the obvious attention in public. His. His beautiful, sexy stripper swan.
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Post by Kari Muffin on May 14, 2009 23:07:10 GMT -5
He chuckled. The swan's hand briefly brushed up against the canine's neck as he made his way around to Roger's other side. "Is this seat taken?" he asked in a normal polite tone. Sometimes his boss got rather upset when he socialized with Rogers. Having a boyfriend put a "crimp" in his job, or so he had been told.
Of course, the strip club wasn't willing to lose a rare card like Rosewood so easily. They often let him bend the rules. Acting like he Rogers was a regular he barely knew was one of the ways to get around the rules. Not like any of the men and women who worked there were willing to argue.
"Flattery," Rosewood said as he snagged a drink from one of the waitresses, "Will get you everywhere." A smirk flicked on his beak as he took a long sip of the liquor. "So do you have any plans for this evening?"
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Post by The Jenn on May 24, 2009 22:15:15 GMT -5
"I suppose it is now," Rogers replied with a small chuckle, settling more comfortably in his seat. That basically entailed slouching down so that he could nudge one of the softly scaled legs with his toes. He loved the hidden intimacy. It just added this... this flare and intrigue to his life that he'd never had before, besides his involvement with Theo's family. All of them certainly kept things busy whenever he got involved.
His claws curled and clicked at the edge of his drink as he watched the long neck extend to drink. He really did love watching it arch over him, dominant and possessive and so very sure of itself. "I was just going to head home after I finished my drink, maybe ordered one more. My boyfriend gets off work late enough that I have time for a few sips. Shower, pretend I never came here, and greet him as he comes in the door with a towel and some wine. Maybe use his own cologne to cover the smell of the place. What do you think? Too cliche?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 3, 2009 18:05:35 GMT -5
Rosewood did love Rogers for all that he did. No other man was so willing to play with him in any manner such as this. No one was willing to support his double life either. But this? This was utterly amazing.
"I'm surprised your boyfriend hasn't fallen head over heals for you." He chuckled, "Though if you're offering wine, why don't you cook him dinner. Or if you can't manage that why don't you get him some take out and pretend you cooked it. I'm sure he'll be so thrilled he'd have to thank you in the best way possible."
The swan gave the other man a wink. "I'm sure you know what I mean Mr. Rogers, you are one of our best patrons, after all."
There was chatter in the background, a few of the patrons were whispering various things about "the strange swan" and his "flirting with the same patron." It probably meant he should get moving, however the swan stayed as he took another quick sip of his alcoholic beverage.
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 7, 2009 1:12:08 GMT -5
The light play at duplicity throughout all of this put that extra edge of thrill on the whole affair, from the conversation to the gestures and the aftermath that was building up to follow. Rogers had never been so turned on by another one of his boyfriends and had never been bold enough to play games like these, especially not in public. With the swan's fondness for outfits and roleplaying and touches of BDSM, his sexual horizon had expanded exponentially. So many more things could be enjoyed with an enthusiastic and creative partner. Especially one you could trust.
"I'm not sure he would buy the whole cooking bit. Usually he cooks and I clean up. I've never actually told him that I burn water, but I have a feeling he picked up on it. Maybe some take out from his favorite place, though... I doubt he'd pay attention to any little hints that I'd spent time somewhere else with a chicken dish from the Golden Apple in front of him. That would cover up the smell at least. You have some good ideas, sir. I'm sure that you're good at a lot of things. You're certainly a remarkable dancer."
Everyone got hot and bothered when the swan danced. If they were in the club, chances were damn good that they enjoyed men, and if they enjoyed men... the German shepherd couldn't imagine anyone immune to the swan's allure. Everything he did on stage was just so damn erotic. "I have always wondered, though... well... you see..." He feigned a spot of nerves and felt a shiver run its way up his spine as he ran one foot along the swan's scaled leg. "With the way you move up there, I can't help but wonder what else you might be good at."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 8, 2009 20:54:02 GMT -5
The swan's smile grew wider as he listened to his boyfriend. He was such a sweet and wonderful man. It must have been a blessing that the two of them had met. What a happy accident.
And he was so sweet to even think about doing what he was suggesting. And then the swan perked up a bit at the comment. A smile crossed his face as he leaned forward.
"Well good sir, I could always show you backstage. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind," He gave him a rather wicked grin. Oh, how fun it would be to go backstage and put this costume to good use. His thoughts were interrupted however as he noticed one of the other preforms making their way towards him.
The woman walked around the table to meet up with Rosewood. She leaned over and gave Rogers a small smile before turning back to Rosewood and whispering something. The swan gave a small sigh as he looked to Rogers, "I hope to see you backstage in a bit. However right now I have to take care of some business."
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