Temptation and poison [open; mature]

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Tucked away in the darkness, a girl stood with poise as she gazed out at the many men who crowded around the other dancers. Oh, how silly they were to think they were beautiful. Although she didn't have much to like about herself, she kept on a mask of confidence and used it. She was gorgeous girl, with beauty most did not have anymore. Shasta Gene was classy and would be respectable if this wasn't her line of work.. Oh well. At that, the lithe girl danced out into the scene, lips a bright red with sparkles and hair curled down towards her breasts, that were pushed up in a corset and squeezed as tight as they could go. Her body swisted in ways most couldnt as she danced to her pole, wrapping her legs around it and closing her eyes. She danced with ease and danced with pride, twisting and turning and accepting the money with no problem.

Unlike most, she danced with clothes, though was an escort for the club and to make a little extra money. That was the only time she would ever unclothe herself in front of a stranger. Shasta's dance didn't last much longer after that thought, as she dropped down on her rump and crossed her legs, pulling off her stilettos with ease and then stretching out her toes. At this time, she was ready to mingle around the club and find her first victim; that's how it always went; she'd dance and collect her money and then find someone dumb enough to fall into her trap. A seductress, as simple as that. She had an attitude and wit as sharp as a blade and the cunning and wittiness of a fox. A deadly combination, if you asked anyone who had the pleasure of engaging with her.

The tempress smiled, and got up, bouncing about from guy to guy with a smile and glow in her eye full of lust and wonder; until cat-like eyes landed on a young man in the corner, facing one of the younger asian dancers. She didn't tolerate the younger dancers much, they took too much of her business and the others business, and with her experience in dancing, these rookies had no place. And so, determination lead her close, tiptoeing and skipping towards the two, giggling and twisting her body like a gypsy. "Meow," Shasta purred in his ear once reaching the two. Her tiny fingers latched over his shoulders and lips gently touched his ear, "Now why oh why are you sitting here, my dear? When you could be watching me..."

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[Eri]

Cain watched over his club from the entrance of his office. The bright lights flickered off of him, sending his shadow in multiple directions. He was wearing a black suit, his tie loosened slightly as an unlit cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t seem to realize it wasn’t lit, but he smashed it into an ash tray before beginning to make his rounds through the club.

A few of his girls drifted by him, and he gave them all warm smiles and reassuring words before guiding them back to the customers. A few of the guys came up to shake his hand, as if he was some sort of idol. He smiled all the same, adjusting the glasses on his face as he moved towards the bar. He tapped on the counter, and within a few moments there was a small drink in his hands.

“A great way to have good business is to enjoy your business.”
he muttered to the bartender before moving across the club one again.

He had earplugs in, though they were only visible upon extreme inspection.

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Her job was done as quickly as it started. A male who couldn't hold his own in extreme sexual relations like she had hoped, however the pay was good. Shasta Gene tucked the money inside her panties and redressed, taking a cigarette from the man and lighting it as she strode from the rooms and into the main club. Many people walked about and searched for a partner, so many young man lusting after the strippers who graced this place with their bodies. It didn't take her long to spot Cain, a handsome lad she'd rumored to be the owner, though she wasn't completely sure, considering her time here was not a lot. Cautiously, she walked to the bar and tapped it, much like everyone else, and after a few a long, thin glass lay in front of her. A purple and green look to it, and a delicious one at that.

It was called Lumpy Space Princess; consisting of UV blue, Mountain Dew and some orange juice. A delicious drink they'd allowed all thanks to Ms. Shasta Crystoff.. and it was a hit. Taking the drink, the lithe girl danced back to the dressing room, and changed once again. This time, a fitting red dress had covered the girls body, one that gave every other girls curves a run for their money. After finishing her LSP, the girl strode back to the man in the suite.. every ounce of naughtiness disappearing and innocent sweeping over her face. She played a good actress, if you asked anyone. Calmly, she popped out from the crowed and almost into his arms, her own latching around his neck. Bright red lips puckered and eyes went wide like a doe in headlights, "Meow." was all she said.

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"Woof." was all Cain responded before he plucked off the young woman that had suddenly decided to latch around his neck. He had on a brilliant smile, and tilted his head slightly to inspect her. He seemed to finally recognize her after squinting a bit from behind his thick framed glasses. He lifted her slightly, putting her down after making a small amount of distance before speaking.

"Shasta, right? You're the one that forced my bartender to start serving that girly looking drink, right?" His tone was of mild interest, though he was grinning from ear to ear all the same. He pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips but forgetting to light it as he continued. "I suggest not jumping on me so suddenly, I tend to bite."

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"Mmm..." the girl said, a cute smile gracing her pale face as she licked her lips a bit. Her cat-like contacts made it all the more better. Shasta was much like a cat, personality wise. To his question, she nodded and smirked, proud of her creation. "Girly? Mmm... Girly and making you money, sir. I don't hear you complaining, do I?" her voice dripped with honey and an innocent she pulled off quite well. The dancer eyed him a moment, before looking around for someone more interested. "Kinky one, aren't you?"

[/color] Shasta replied, eyes becoming less and less interested and her naughty side kicking back in. This girl was one for head games, that was for sure. She waved a few hellos and a few goodbyes to others as they looked at her and did the same. She was quite popular already.

Her mind brought her back to his original question, and she nodded. "Shasta Crystoff, yes."[/color] she felt her full name was needed; it was a name of grace and romance that nobody ever really got to know. People used and abused her and never stuck around. A moment after she shivered mentally, the thought stinging already open wounds. For that was how her daughter was born, "I apologize, though, for taking up your time.."[/color] she grinned ear to ear, much like himself, and quickly stepped back into the crowed, in hopes he'd play her little game. Laying in wait, Shasta kept on a smile and kept puffing at her cigarette.
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[Eri]

Complain? All he had commented was that she had forced a girly looking drink in his bar. The men bought them, hoping to share it with the ladies of the club. He was not complaining at all, and had merely been stating an observation. He smiled, "Trust me, if I had a problem with the drink it wouldn't be served here." he responded, chewing on the cigarette in his mouth.

At the word kinky, he glanced around as if she was speaking to someone else suddenly. There was a sudden 'o' formation on his face then, and he laughed before shaking his head. "Don't bother with your charms, pretty lady." His gray eyes turned to slits on their own, a small side effect when he was excited as a werewolf. He adjusted his glasses, "I'm the owner of this club. I've had many of my girls flirt with me."

"Cain Murrok, by the way." he added, having to turn his head when she stepped away. He still had his earplugs in. His hearing was sensitive, so the loud music gave him headaches easily. He still had that easy grin on his face.

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"But you've never had me, my dearest Cain." she called to him over the music, disappearing into the crowed and dancing off to the bar, where she tapped again and another thin glass was in front of her. The truth behind the words she'd called out to him were unreal; she was unlike any other stripper or girl out there. She was different. She was a blooming red rose on a dead bush. Shasta was wild and full of spirit, ready for danger and unexpected twists. The girl ran a hand through her faded magenta hair, then rubbed her undercut a moment. She waited a second, and then got up, allowing the bartender to know she was heading towards her room.

Her daughter was in the safe hands of a friend, so she'd decided to stay the night, maybe take a nap and then start up once more. For the club, the night was still young and there were still many young man thriving. More and more men who would fall victim to the girls ways. Though, she had given up on the per suite of Cain, the feeling of worry had ran through her when her thoughts became a reality and he was the owner. Unless it was her playing, Shasta did not like the whole 'hard to get' game, it wasn't her style. Taking one last look back, she slipped inside her room and undressed into a pair of flannel pajama shorts and a black tanktop, door being locked and lights being dimmed. One nap, that was all.

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"No, silly kitty cat, it's you who hasn't ever had a man like me..." he murmured, having to hold back his hunting instincts when she disappeared into the crowd. It was a wolf's instinct to chase, and he dreaded having to fight himself from doing just that. Sometimes he cursed his curse, and other times he blessed his blessing.

He gave a small shrug, smiling again when another girl came up to him and offered a drink. He took it, drifting it beneath his nose to smell it before pretending to drink it. Looks like he'd have to fire another girl for trying to drug him. He smiled at the girl, patting at her back to get her to move along before moving towards his office. It was in the very back of all the rooms, clearly labeled to be his place. In his office there was a set of stairs that led up to his living space, but nobody was allowed up there. Not even the manager has poked their head up when he decided to miss out work for various reasons.

He walked past a few rooms, his nose telling who was in there and who shouldn't be. He smelled Shasta, and tilted his head slightly. Was she sleeping or something? Better not be on the clock...He knocked on the door, his ever present smile displayed over his features. He didn't mind breaks, as long as they were earned and didn't take space from the girls actually working.

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Shasta was tucked away in the back of the room, in a corner, back against the floor and legs atop of a chair. In her silence, she smoked a cigarette and thought. Her shift had ended just a half hour ago and started again in a few hours.. but oh how she loved the night life. It was exhilarating to her.. the thrill of a mans touch, though it was disrespect to her own body. The girls daughter was a product of disrespect and ill manners. Another bad thought, another sigh.

You can get through today, Shasta..

her mind purred, much like she did to her unsuspecting victims. And then a knock at the door sounded and she lifted a beow.. "You have deceived me before, now why shall I trust? Oh well.. Oh, come in!"[/color] her voice went from soft to loud, inviting said stranger inside, though she already knew who it could be. She stood up and lowered her flannel shorts to expose her pierced hips, awaiting the visitor to come in.[/justify][/font][/color]

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Cain just poked his head into the door, smiling and readjusting his glasses when they nearly fell from the end of his nose. There was a cigarette in his mouth still, yet it wasn't lit. It was still the same one he had 'started' earlier.

"Hey, are you clocked out? I don't mind resting between shifts, but make sure everyone has access to the rooms." He had these rooms built specifically so the girls could have their own private place. He made sure to leave plenty of water and other, more healthy foods and things for them to munch on as well. He was fairly good at trying to keep his workers happy, despite the type of job they were doing.

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"Mmm.."

she purred again, nodding and leaning over to put the cigarette out. She was not going to play games with him, unless they were on her terms only. But thats just how she was, she never played fair.. there was no fun in that. After nodding to the male, she crawled onto the bed and sat down with legs crossing underneath her, where she gazed towards Cain with another cheeky smile.

Calmly, the girl laid back. "Is that all, sir? Or is there something else?"[/color] as she laid back, her knees were up and touching to the side, body twisted a bit to face him. The innocent and vulnerable Shasta came back, all topped with the pretty little smile she used. Shasta was sure Cain saw right through her, but that made it all the more fun.


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"Nope." He gave her a wolfish grin, his expression nearly a snicker. "If you go to sleep, make sure that cigarette is REALLY out. I don't want to have to rescue you from a fire." He glanced behind him, seeming to see something else to attend to. "Sweet dreams, princess. Be back on the floor in time for your next shift. No excuses for tardiness." he added before his head disappeared from the doorway.

He had smelled another werewolf within his club, female and heading towards his office. That was his own personal territory, but he wanted to see what the female could possibly want before forcing her away. He waited at his door for only a moment before she sauntered into the hall. "This place is off limits for guests."

His once friendly face was no longer there, instead a serious one as he bared his teeth warningly. The female stopped, seeming to take care to keep his temper down. "Relax, Mad Dog. I just came with a message from Lance. That weird sort. Said your order was in."

"Oh, well in that case, thank you. Help yourself to a drink on the bar, on the house. Feel free to explore, but only where the guests are permitted." His smile returned, eyes nearly squinting in delight as the woman just shook her head and disappeared into the crowd. He scowled. Damn females were a pain sometimes.

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Shasta nodded and then chuckled a little.. it was more irritable and distracted than anything. "Now, I suppose I can't just make you come here, but I do offer the option to you.."

she whispered to him just before another voice could be heard from the hall.

When that was over, Shasta asked him to wait and stood. slithering towards him and allowing him full entry into the room, and then door closing at his arrival. The tiny girl turned to face him, a low purr escaping her lips. "Come on, master. You can't keep a girl waiting forever, that's not fair.. Besides,"[/color] her voice became sharp and seductive, "..you can sit there and say I haven't had someone like you.. but I promise you, it's quite the opposite.. I've seen it all."[/color]

Then she just shrugged and turned away. "I suppose it doesn't matter, anyway. I doubt you're that impressive. I'd be getting my hopes up for nothing... hmm.. such a shame."[/color]
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He laughed, his smile turning into a smirk at her antics. "Listen princess. I've been working in this business for a couple years now. You can stop the silly little games and nicknames." he said, chewing on the cigarette. He pulled it from between his lips, examining it for a moment before looking at her again.

"You've seen it all?" he asked, grinning. You've seen the life fade from another persons eyes as you squeezed the life out of them, princess? he mused silently to himself.

"I hate to ruin your possible disappointment, but I do not disappoint. Though I'm more into the direct approach than simple games."

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"You don't disappoint, eh? Then come here. I mean, you seem a little.. scared,"

with that she chuckled a bit, head being thrown backwards and then she lifted it back up again, intent of pissing him off. She wanted something he could clearly give her; a thrill and something worth remembering. If he was going to play this game, well so was she.

She was challenging , sitting up with knees spread apart and arms crossed as she looked into him. Though there was clear danger in his words, Shasta was not scared to cross the line. She wanted something and she'd do much of everything in her power to get it. "Are you scared, master? Are you intimidated by the young mother. The damsel in distress. The temptress. Is it another woman you do not wish to break?"[/color] then she just shook her head and collapsed backwards again.

"I think you forget that I am not like any other girl you've come across in this place. Silly you. It's your loss, really. It's fine to run and hide, you know.."[/color][/justify][/color][/font]