Strip Club AU ((Mature Themes))

((What up? This here is a strip club AU rp. For every stripper we will have a client. Got it? Good. There will be mature themes here because it's a strip club. If things are getting hot and heavy they will be continued in either the Mature section of the site or in PMs.))

Strippers:

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Clients:

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Incredibly awkward gar bartender who'd be a lot more sociable if he didn't glare so much and is also bffs with all the strippers:

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Harold had spent his supper, eating and dressing himself in his humiliating outfit backstage in the dressing room near his stage. There were five stages in total, the main stage with three poles, a cat walk, and steps. If you were on the main stage you were the center of everyone's attention, even those of the spotlights'. Then there were the four side stages, two on each side each having a singular pole. If you were on the side poles you were considered a minority, but the boss doesn't care so long as you bring in the cash.

Harold was on a side pole, opposite of the glowing bar. He had the stage and the pole to himself, but have the stage all to yourself meant you needed to work harder to gather the attention of the large audience. That's when Harold went to extreme measures. He began to dress in humiliating ways that caught the attention of a small group of people, but those people became regulars, entranced by his long, black, fake cat tail that hung attached manually to his pair of tight leather briefs. With his black combat boots he wore furred boot warmers that went up to his knees. Just above the black furred leggings, along the hems was studded black leather much like the collar that was tight around his thin neck. He even wore a short leash that he'd allow his customers to tug on if they paid enough. His outfit would never be complete without his leather fingerless gloves with arm warmers like his leggings, and pointed, fake, black cat ears attached to his head.

As Harold stared at himself in the mirror he felt ashamed and pissed off. He hated cats with his life, and now he'd sunk to such a low level that he has to dress like the retched animal he hated to earn enough cash to stop his boss from firing him. This past week it seemed like one person was fired by the end of every day. He didn't want to be one of those people. This job was all he had that kept him in his run-down apartment, it was what got him cheap food every week, and he owed it to his group of familiars that had cat fetishes.

With a long look at the clock Harold sighed, sitting down on a fold chair. Half an hour till the club opened. Half an hour till he strutted his way down his stage with flashing lights and pounding music. An hour till the next dancer on his stage came in to get ready for their performance, an hour till private dances and fulfilling odd kinks for extra cash. He wanted out of this job, but it was all he knew. He was used to the night life anyways and knew it would be difficult to readjust to a morning schedule. So he sat there, watching the big hand of the clock tick around in a circle just counting down the seconds before he had to leave the solitude of his dressing room and do whatever it takes to earn enough cash to keep his career going.

Eliza sat at the end of the bar, chatting with the manager of the Strip Club. The reason she was the only patron there was because she was friends with the manager she was chatting with now. He would always beg her to be a stripper there, but she wouldn't stoop so low to do that. She had a good-paying job anyways...Eliza sipped a beer the manager had given her. She just enjoyed sitting back and watching the women strip and dance on the poles in front of her.

Eliza finished the beer, getting slightly tipsy. She wasn't the best at holding her liquor down, but she definately wasn't worse than Arthur, that was for sure! She asked for another, which eventually turned into 2 more. Eliza was extemely drunk, more drunk than she's ever been in her life. She couldn't help but giggle at every word the manager in front of her said, as she thought he talked really funny because she couldn't understand him in her drunk state.

The drunken Eliza stumbled over to the poles. She yelled over at the manager. "H-Hey, I'm gonna strip f-for you!" Eliza hiccuped and giggled as she climbed onto the main stage and hugged the pole. She was going to attempt to do some of the routines the other girls did...

Eliza stared at the woman in front of her. "Whaaa?" She was still too drunk to understand anyone, so she just giggled more. She spun around on the pole, laughing and giggling. "I'm a good strippy, ain't I??" Eliza asked this to the woman, in an extremely slurred voice. If she could understand how drunk she was, she'd be so ashamed of herself.

She was going to have a huge hangover when this was all over...

Yao walked into the bar after a long day's work. The Asian man had been spending all day doing paperwork and listening to his co-workers argue over trivial things, now he was taking some time for himself to enjoy. He walked over to the bar and sat down, taking his jacket off and hanging it over the back of the chair. "Ni hao, can I have some Baiju please?" He asked the tall bartender. 'Wow, you think a guy like him would be the bouncer or something.' He thought to himself.

Eliza had a hard time staying on her feet while she was being ushered away. She tip toed around the edge, almost falling off. Giggling, she hugged the pole once again. (Thank God she was the Happy Drunk, not the Mad Drunk...) Eliza danced around more, although she had a little bit of trouble doing it, she enjoying being up upon the pole, dancing. It was so much fun, she almost didn't want to stop at all!