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It was now almost 9 o'clock and Peter Kemp was currently watching a very nice looking lady dance around in what looked like half a doily. If it was possible for his eyebrows to raise any higher, they would have, but that would have made him superhuman. They'd spent the day doing every male thing on the face of the planet it seemed. Bowling, laser tag, go-carting...Peter didn't even understand the point of go-carts. He had a car and he didn't enjoy driving that. Why would he want to drive a smaller one around a track? Thomas had spent most of the time trying to run him off the road which was what he was afraid of anyway... For lasertag he'd spent most of the time with his gun inactive because every single time it came back, someone else shot him and it shut down again. Bowling was okay. But he hated renting shoes...
And now he was at a strip club. The Blue Monday strip club to be exact. It was as if he'd never stopped being a priest the way he acted, sitting there in his chair, watching the women dance with a politely confused look on his face. Thomas, however, was having the time of his life. He kept hooting and stealing money from Peter so he could place it in the dancer's cosutmes. Peter wondered how the doilies held so many notes. He also wondered how much longer he'd have to wait here before he could see Aly again.
And now he was at a strip club. The Blue Monday strip club to be exact. It was as if he'd never stopped being a priest the way he acted, sitting there in his chair, watching the women dance with a politely confused look on his face. Thomas, however, was having the time of his life. He kept hooting and stealing money from Peter so he could place it in the dancer's cosutmes. Peter wondered how the doilies held so many notes. He also wondered how much longer he'd have to wait here before he could see Aly again.
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Date: 2006-12-01 12:35 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-12-01 02:52 am (UTC)From:"So, I reckon you must be enjoying this," Tamm grinned to Amanda.
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Date: 2006-12-01 05:53 am (UTC)From:Alessa was sliding her hands over the smooth globes of her breasts, doing everything to make the men even more eager for their final revelation. She knew they wanted her... well, the one with boa did, anyway. The one who the party was for was still being resistant. She leaned towards him with her hands cupping her breasts, teasingly fingering the clasp located at the front of her bra. She needed to win his desire.
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Date: 2006-12-01 05:55 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:12 am (UTC)From:"She is," Tamm repeated, giving Amanda a little squeeze. He was able to keep his voice quite low, as his mouth was close enough to her to tickle her ear with his breath.
Alessa leaned back and unclasped her bra, holding it to herself before slowly pulling it away to bare her perfect breasts. She dropped the bra to the stage and slid her hands over herself. She closed her eyes and imagined Amanda's body beneath her hands as she did so, allowing the faux desire in her expression to become a little more real.
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:31 am (UTC)From:Alessa lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled towards the three men, swinging herself around when she got to the edge of the stage to open her legs widely before them. The motion continued and ended with her swivelling to her feet once more and flipping over backwards to briefly support her weight with her hands before ending up on her stillettos again - no easy task. She smiled at Thomas and hooked her thumbs into her G-string as she began swaying her hips once more.
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:35 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:49 am (UTC)From:Alessa continued swinging her hips and teasingly lowering her G-string, though it never went far. Fingers trailing up her thigh, tongue licking her lips with vamp-like expressions... she was doing it all. She had to keep the anticipation high for the last part.
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Date: 2006-12-01 06:53 am (UTC)From:"Um!" she said, clearing her throat. "Another drink? I can buy this time," she said, a little more quickly than necessary.
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:30 am (UTC)From:The thought stumped her for a while, stopping her from making an intelligent responce for a couple of moments, then she caught up, and tried to smile brightly. "Oh, you know, heaps of things! Very embarrassing things. I once woke up in the middle of a bed with a boy on either side of me and didn't have any recollection of the night before." Of course, that had been Nate and another of her housemates, neither of who would have taken advantage of her like that, drunk or sober. "I think it was... tequila that night." She screwed up her face.
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