Just One Drink - Sydney

[Talan♠McInnis]

Talan entered the club wearing dark denim jeans and some black boots. He had on an emerald green dress shirt that was buttoned about half way up, showing the white wife beater underneath, and the sleeves were rolled up almost to his elbows. He looked good, but that’s not surprising. He usually does, even if he doesn’t try very hard. His dirty blonde locks were spiked in the normal way he styled it and he had shaved so his face was nice and smooth.

Normally, you would not find Talan in a strip club. It wasn’t that he didn’t like watching them, or having them dance for him. He was still a man. He just wasn’t too fond of seeing how some of the guys could be so disrespectful. It really shouldn’t have bothered him. After all, they chose to do the job, so obviously they didn’t mind. It still got on his nerves though. They deserved more appreciation for what they did.

That was all irrelevant though. A friend of his wanted to meet him here. For whatever reason he had insisted they meet at the strip club and he had something important to discuss Truthfully, Talan wasn’t sure why he had come. The guy used to be his friend, and in a lot of ways he still was. It was just that he had become such a bum. Always trying to mooch off of people. That was one thing Talan hated about people knowing him as the owner of Garden Of Eden. People were out for his money or to get to know celebrities. You just couldn’t always know who your real friends were.

He really couldn’t complain though. The perks far outweighed anything negative about owning the club. It wasn’t hard for him to find a lady to entertain him when he wanted. What he really couldn’t get over was when he had the pleasure of entertaining some of the celebrities that came into his club. More specifically, the female celebrities. He always made certain they had a wonderful time. Always.

Stepping over to the bar, he ordered a simple beer and took a look around the place. It was nice and the women were gorgeous, of course. Giving the barmaid a charming smile and a wink - that he could have sworn made her blush - he took the bottle she handed to him and headed over to an empty booth against the far wall across from the stage. He didn’t like getting up too close because it meant being in close proximity to the other guys and he just knew they’d annoy the hell out of him. As if they didn’t bother him enough from a distance.

He set his beer down and leaned back casually, waiting for his friend. He watched the dancers some, but mostly kept a look out for his friend. Then his cell phone vibrated and he pulled it out so see that it was his friend calling. He shook his head and flipped it open. After a brief exchange of words, he hung up on his. How was it that man could manage to get himself into jail as often as he did? Now he wanted Talan to come bail him out and he wasn’t having it. He shut his phone off and put it away. Taking a sip of his beer and setting it back down again, he leaned back once more, resting his arms on the back of the booth. He was just going to finish his beer and go.

[__sydney l'amore]

Late evening. Ace was getting busier and busier as more men poured in, and some would be suprised to see females, and then even more suprised to see that they were on the arms of some gentleman. It was a real confusing situation when you were a dancer and there was a woman watching as you gave their man a lap dance, for one it couldn't be understood and for another every move was crucial, nothing could go wrong. Plus there was extra pressure to preform well, having someone else watch you. All dancers hated couples, or groups, most prefered a single gent alone. It was much easier to impress that way then.


Twenty past seven. Sydney was due to start her shift at seven thirty. But dancers always should be early so they could get ready inside the club, instead of outside. It brought on the wrong attention when you wasn't looking for it. So sat in the back, infront of a mirror was Sydney. Looking upon her reflection with hard hazel eyes as she let her tongue slip forward as her lips parted ever so slightly as she applied another thick layer of mascara to her already volumised eye lashes. Everything had to be perfect. She had to complete the look. Red glitter liquid eye liner had been applied to the full length of the top lid and along the corner of the eye and then halfway towards the duct under the eye, then a nude brown with a shimmer to cover the rest of the eye. Blusher on her cheek bones and 'apples' to highlight her facial structure and smile. Then lip liner, smudged into a red lip stick then covered in a glossy clear lip gloss.


Every girl had to look good. It was the key to earning more tips. So Sydney often spent around an hour doing her make-up, or so she had started out doing. After being in the job for a while the time decreased but your ability increased. That was not it, her hair had been done also. She sat infront of the mirror with huge rollers along her scalp and flexi curlers wrapped all around her hair to end with sexy ringlets. Then of course, on top of that was her outfit. But that she already wore under her satin black miniature dressing gown. So it was so close to christmas, so the girls had come up with a sexy santa week. So each dressed in red. Sydney wore a tiny, red satan dress trimmed into white fluff around the skirt end and around the cleveage, red stiletto's and she would place in a red glittered fancy clip into her hair.


Seven Twenty Eight. The digital clock on the wall flashed as the minute progressed. "Sydney. Your out now. Theres a few men in the booths." Came a strong voice from the door as a bouncer walked in to instruct her. She rolled her eyes into the mirror as she pulled out the last few flexi curlers which revealed her curls and she dropped down her gown and sprayed some mint mouthspray into her mouth and some perfume before she walked towards the door, still held open by the male. "looking good Syd." He commented as his eyes dropped down her body and he gave her a grin, it was quite sweet. He might look like a total bastard and scary at that being 6"7 and full of muscle but he was a sweetheart at heart. She had got to know him better, and he always kept an eye out for her, he was married, with three kids. But that never stopped him from paying her for sex.


Sydney walked out into the club. The music was loud and the girls were all over the place. She took a deep, silent sigh and she was handed a tray with a bottle, chilled in ice by a barmaid who approached her and pointed out a male in a booth towards the back, Talan his name was apparently.... "He's the owner of Eden. You have to make sure he's happy." But then, she returned to her job from urgent demands from the men at the bar. Sydney barely had time to realise what had been said to her before her name was called and she was told to go. God how she hated been told what to do.


So, she put on her strut as she walked and she made her direction right for him. Her hazel eyes on him as she approached, a gorgeous sexy white smile on her face as she grew closer to him before she entered his booth and bent over his table, holding eye contact as she placed down the Bottle of Champiagne infront of him, two glasses in the chiller. "Is there anything that i could get you or do for you, sir?" She asked, her voice such like a pur it was so seductive as she picked up the tray and she straightened herself out, allowing him the view of her entire body. A sexy smile upon her face to match her sexy outfit. Everything could be in this guy for her. A lapdance, a private dance, a private room and then sex. All of which came at a price. She could get a good deal done tonight, but that wasn't the real girl. She screwed because of the pain, she entertained to feel wanted, needed.

[Talan♠McInnis]

It was funny how he said he had planned to only have one drink and he ended up having two. He hadn’t even asked for it, they had just had somebody bring it over. The girl wanted to give him a lap dance, but he had refused. He wasn’t the type to really ask for that. Besides, she was a little too skinny for his taste. Her bones were a little to visible and he never liked that much. It made him worry he’d break them or something because it made them look so fragile. He had declined her offer as nicely as he possibly could have.

He was about finished with his second beer and thinking he better get going before they send him over another beer. He didn’t need to keep paying for drinks he could get for free at his own club. It was nice though to just sit back and relax. Most of the time he was always working and trying to make everything run smoothly while everybody else had fun. Of course, that was good. It meant he was doing a good job and before long it would officially be his club. Not his Dad’s.

Since he had come to LA he had increased the profits greatly. It had been a lot of work, but he had his ways. He hadn’t gone to college or anything, but he was a very intelligent person. He always had been, he just hadn’t used it in the most productive way. His father had been great to him through all the shit he’d put his family through. After trusting him to manage the club they owned back home, that was no where near as prestigious as the one he owned now, his Dad was willing to give him a chance here in LA. The man was truly amazing and one day he would find a way to pay him back.

Just as Talan took his last drink and was about to get up, he noticed another girl approaching and sat back once more as his eyes took her in. Now they were sending over a whole bottle of champagne. He had to admit he would never be completely used to being treated this way. They wouldn’t have done that if they had thought him to be just any other guy. They no doubt knew he owned Eden. He wasn’t quite sure how people knew his face so well. It wasn’t like he was in any papers or anything and he certainly didn’t have it written on his forehead that owned a wealthy club.

He watched her bend over the table to set the champagne down and his eyes went straight to hers. He wasn’t looking at her chest, or her ass, or her legs. No, he always looked to the eyes first. Hers were very pretty and she had very sexy smile. Her words reached his ears as she stood, making herself more viewable to him. This wasn’t what he had come here for, but as his eyes traveled from her eyes, down her slender neck, over her chest, down her flat stomach, over her hips and all the way down to her sexy legs to the bright red stilettos. She was just right for him and he wasn’t sure he could decline this time. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

His bit his bottom lip slightly as he looked her over. Returning his eyes to hers, he raised an eyebrow in that cute way he did and grinned at her, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. “I imagine there is a lot we could do for each other,” he said smoothly in his own seductive way. There was no way he was going to pay for sex, but hey, he could have a lap dance. He really liked what he saw, so why not? It was just a lap dance, right? Sex for money was out of the question though. Why pay for something he could so easily get elsewhere? Hell, there were women he knew who would pay him for sex. Then again, she really had him thinking dirty. Very, very dirty.

He had been leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees. As he spoke to her, he leaned back, opening up his lap for her to do her thing. His elbows found there place on the back of the booth and he watched her. Sure, he could get some elsewhere, but the more he watched her the more he wanted a taste of what she could offer. He’d love to show her a good time as well. That was always half of his fun, if not more.

[__sydney l'amore]

Sydney was rather a troubled woman, almost like a little girl still stuck in a womans body for never having the time she needed to grow up without having to do it all at once. She was as vunerable as a four year old girl was, but she was one of those girls who put on a fake smile, wore a lot of make-up and adapted a fake personality to cover it all. But look carefully and the smile will be broken, there is no upturn of the very corner of her lips, the give away. But no one ever saw that, because no one ever took that much noticed. But the thing was, did she even want that? She did so desperatly want someone to notice it, but at the same time she hoped to god they never, because what would that mean? That they had the power to see her, and hurt her again. That, she could never deal with again.


Why was it that she got these thoughts? As she gave him a breath taking smile why was it she thought about this? But the past haunted everyone, and her huanted hers, no matter how much she wished to block it out. The more she wished to block it out the more it came to her. His breath, smokey and with vodka, his touch of his rough hands, the pressure on her throat, her strength of his fist, the blackness, the pain, her screams.... she couldn't get away..... She jumped, but this time, she showed it and she just looked down. Why on earth had that suddenly just come to her? She looked back to him and she smiled again, what, in a simple second or two she had suddenly had a flash back she couldn't deny herself to see. But she no longer shook, she no longer cried she just went numb.


Time to carry on. Her hazel eyes looked into his as she bent over, and suddenly she smiled involuntary, at first she didn't realise, but as soon as she did the corners of her mouth dipped once again and she returned the same old, plastic fake smile. Maybe it had been the fact he kept eye contact, and didn't look down her cleveage and drool like the other men did, and he didn't give that sly sickening smile like some of the old perverts did. He looked into her eyes, giving her respect. Respect was something she was far from used to, it was almost frightful but it never affected her. Nothing did. She had a heart of stone, or so many men had said after she fled their love once they revealed it. She didn't have any feelings. Only regret and depression. She had not felt happyness in a long, long time. It was a very sad fact, but she wanted no sympathy. She was doing just fine on her home. Hell she was homeless almost, living in a room in a shared house with four other prostitutes.


Sydney placed down the tray slowly as she watched him, his eyes going down her body. So she moved her legs, gently, just turning them ever so slightly and then she walked towards him, slipping around the table. His legs opened. A sure sign of what he was expecting from her. Then why should he be so different? She saw something different in him to what she saw to other guys in here. There was only a handful like him who came in. Geniune guys. Gentlemen, not the 'gentlemen' the club was designed for but real gentlemen, who had respect for women and only came here to relax and just enjoy the girls, not use and abuse them. This fact made her smile and she threw back her hair over her shoulder with a sharp knock of her head as she walked infront of him.


Her hands came onto his shoulders, her legs between his legs before slowly, she picked one leg up, opened it and placed it over his other, and then, with the other she did the same but pulled in his leg so slightly that it wasn't uncomfortable for her, nor would she fall backward and then she lowered herself down into his lap, slowly, as doing so he rhips slowly thrust forward and then backwards as she planted her arse on his lap and she grinned to him, white and sexy. Just another job, but for a geninune guy. These were who got the real deal from the girls. "Would you like to stay here or go into one of the private rooms? £45 for the room, with me included." She said as her hands moved down his chest slowly and she brought her face closer to his, her eyes to his lips. There was no physical contact like that allowed, but she was allowed to tease. "Whatya say tiger?" She purred, biting her lip in the corner and slowly letting it go as she moved back, in doing so she slid her hips forward into his crotch and made a rotating movement with her pelvis. Just the right pressure to cause the right pleasure. That was her saying.


The room was nothing but a square cubicle. Red and black, guards at the entrance to them and then the girls took the men into their own hands and whatever went off in their was then up to them. Sex, frowned upon but it was done, the girls took their lifes basically into their own hands. Girls had been attempted raped and attempted murdered in the rooms, but that was the risk these desperate girls were willing to take to make ends meat just to pay for the food they ate and the clothes they wore on their back. Dancing and stripping did make good money, but it went on the outfits, the girls appearance, her make-up, clothes, jewellry and hair. Then there was the little bit for rent and money, when it came down to it, they looked stunning but were as poor as hell. They had nothing to show for their hard word. Which was why they did prostitution. If this guy wanted sex, it was £250, everything under that was cheaper, half the money was hers, half the money the clubs. But she prefered not to have sex, she felt regret and cheapness.


But maybe she was happy to do it for this guy, show him a good time. If he was as true as he appeared and seemed, but then again, he was probably a woman eating womaniser. Every guy was. There was no if, ands or buts to that fact. But it was her job, not matter how she personally felt she had to appear happy, confident and bubbley. She needed the money. She needed to live.

[Talan♠McInnis]

When Talan watched people he really watched them. People didn’t realize it, but when he watched them, he really studied them. He read people. With women it was something he was very good at. Most of his time was spent around women. When he was younger he was always friends with all the girls. Even though he was always playing sports, he was never one to hang around the guys much. He was always the guy all the girls ran to for a shoulder to cry on. It had caused him major problems in his relationships, but he was more mature now and he was better about it. When in a relationship with a woman, exclusively, he still wouldn’t turn a girl away if she needed help, but he made a point to get them help elsewhere.

He wasn’t sure what he had just picked up on from her, but he knew it wasn’t good. Far from it. He immediately felt like one of the arrogant jerks all around them that he hated. Why? Who knows? He just did. She managed to come off as just fine as she moved forward and onto his lap. He couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Yeah, she was totally fine now, but there was something he had felt from her and now he couldn't shake it. Now he wanted to find out what exactly he had picked up on.

He tried to let it go. Her body felt so good against his and there was no doubt he wanted her. He wanted her badly, but he had made a decision as soon as he’d felt that vibe from her that told him all was not well. There was no way he would ask for anything from her. He simply couldn’t work like that. He cared too much about what was going on in her head and her feelings. It was his weakness. He had realized it ages ago. He was a big softy and he had an affinity for women.

Even though these thoughts were going through his head, he still kept up his interest in her. He didn’t want to seem distracted and like he didn’t want her. It wasn’t hard to keep his attention on her. His body still had urges and her provocative movements made him want so much more. He put his feelings aside for the time being until he could get her alone. Yeah, he would take her up on the offer of a private room and then he’d talk to her. Try and find out what she hid behind that sexy smile that surely was a mask if his perception wasn’t off.

He made a satisfied sound as he responded. “Mmmmm, I think I say… let‘s check out a private room,” he answered still looking in her eyes. He kept his hands off her the whole time she gave him a lap dance. He just felt it was rude to grab at them and grope at them. Of course he wanted to touch her, but he would have done so in a much gentler and tender way. It would have been so light and kind and most likely make her spine tingle. For now though, he kept his hands off and let her work him. There was a fire burning in his loins, but it was easily kept at bay as he reminded himself of the vibe she had sent him.

Taking her hand in his, motioned for her to stand up and he stood with her. It was fairly easy to see where the private rooms were, so he lead the way. Moving to one of the empty rooms past the guards, he closed the door behind him once they were in the room. He released her hand and leaned up against the door. Folding his arms against his chest, he studied her some more.

“So,” he said simply. His deep blue, magnetic eyes searched hers for a few moments. Normally, he could draw people right in with his gaze, but he somehow doubted it would work with her. He wished he could just see what it was he needed to see. Unfortunately, he wasn't so perceptive as to read her mind. “What was that?” he asked with genuine concern, “You jumped back there and I saw something in your eyes and behind that fake smile. What was it? It wasn’t good and it makes me concerned.”

[__sydney l'amore]

As sydney looked to him, as she was face to face with him she caught a vibe that he didn't seem to interested. She didn't really know what to think, but she knew for sure that she did not want to be wasting her time on him if she could be going to some pervert and getting paid for her dirty, whoreish ways. It was pathetic really, but she needed to earn money and she needed to buy her food and her clothes. You just had to put up with the dirty old men in order to get the money. So if this guy tried to pull the whole 'lets talk' act like some gentlemen did then he'd be sat alone talking to himself that was certainly for sure.


She watched as he slowly stood her up, his fingers entwining with hers as he pushed her up, which the motion she followed and she stood, infront of him as he rose to her eye level and their faces stood only a hair wisp apart. She smiled up to him, he stood taller than her, which wasn't suprising. And as he moved off and gently pulled her with him she followed. But doing so she looked back to the bar, and the barmaid who had made her go over was smiling to her, a huge wide grin. She was one of the girls who shared a house with her. Sydney winked and she turned her attention back to Talan as they moved through the club towards the rooms. These places were to seal the deal.


As they passed the bouncers she gave them a smile before she opened up their private box room and she stepped inside first. In the corner was a pole mounted on a podium, and then a sofa and a single square block seat, plus on the walls were red kinky hand cuffs, if men liked it that way that was, they often liked dominant women, but she had never trusted them enough to put them on her, it reminded her too much of the past, temptation was there, but that would prove a hell of a lot to the guy if she ever was to put them on, to prove she trusted them, to prove she saw them as no harm. That was hard to do in a place like this, you had to be damn sure or be willing to take a risk.


Sydney walked towards the pole, her hands reaching out to it and she pulled herself against it and she turned to him, licking her lips in a seductive art which she had mastered as he spoke. Her eyes looked away, for less than a second, what he said hit a nerve, but she looked back to him and she shook her head. How the fuck had this guy seen through that? Was it so obvious how she had reacted, had it been so bad that he had seen through it. And what the hell. A fake smile? She frowned to him before she laughed out loud, trying to cover up her previous mistake of letting reality slip into this act. She scolded herself, terrified now inside that someone had seen through her. She shook her head and bit into her lip and fluttered her lashes.


She didn't actually know what to do. For almost the first time, in so many years she had lost control of what was going to happen next because he'd completely thrown her by spitting out the truth. She then let her lip slide from her teeth and she walked towards him. Her hands coming to his colour and sliding all the way down it to his button about a third of the way down and she grinned to him, trying to regain the control. "So what is i can do for you? I mean, do you want to be sitting, standing or laying down?" She changed the subject straight away, her eyes looking into his as her hands unbuttoned his shirt ever so slightly and she pushed her body against his so her body fit right into his, thrusting her hips slowly upwards into his groin and her lips touched his ear lobe and she gently took it between her teeth and tugged it, just gently.


Sydney knew what to do. She pulled her hands from his shirt, and she felt them shake. "Shit." She mumbled, bobbing her head away from his ear, it was barely audiable. She then regained her position. He had completely thrown her. Had he been able to read her like she had him as soon as she saw him? "Come on stud, where you want me?" SHe was desperate to get his attention on one thing, her body and what she could offer him, not her personally and what she had to say to him, or get that right, what little she had to say. She felt her heart beating in her chest. What the fuck, why did she not want to do this? Why was she nervous? What did this mean? That he had seen through her so he could see her as a small fraction of what she really was, cracked that shell ever so slightly yet he was a complete stranger. She looked down from the side of his head and pulled back to look into his own eyes and she looked deep into them, trying to hold it. She couldn't, she withdrew from him.


This was a sign, maybe? She pulled back, and she turned around, she went over to the sofa. Jesus christ what the fuck was he doing to her? She looked to him, she had been able to see him as a softie as soon as she looked into his eyes, had he seen her for that really too? No, it was impossible. She ignored her beating heart as it raced and she sat down on the sofa, throwing her legs over the arm of it and laying down, running her hands up her chest to rest beside her shoulders. Her finger turning up to beckon him towards her with a sexy smile on her face. Fuck. She tried to track her mind onto what was going to happen, and for a split second she doubted if he was going to now, and the thing was, why the hell was she finding herself pining the sex she'd never had with him? Could it be she saw a general guy and felt guilty about screwing him out of his money? Or that she was actually going to enjoy it and wouldn't allow herself that due to how worthless she thought she was. Christ. Get control of yourself, she told herself. Hazel eyes looked up to his and she smiled.

[Talan♠McInnis]

Talan hadn’t looked at the room too much, but he was able to pick things out of the corners of his eyes. His eyes remained on her as he still took note of things in the room. The usual sofa was there, but then there was a pole and handcuffs on the walls. He hadn’t seen that much stuff in a private room before. He wasn’t into the whole handcuff thing. That didn’t mean he hadn’t played that way before. He had been the submissive one and the dominant one before.

One must remember that half of Talan’s fun is in giving the girl what she wants. That included if they liked kinky stuff like that. If she liked being dominant, he willingly submitted. If she liked him to be rough, he could be rough, but that was a lot more of a stretch for him. He just wasn‘t the kind who like dishing it out like that. Personally though, he liked good old fashioned sex. No toys or props or outfits. He didn’t need all that crap to make it worth while. In fact, he kind of thought it was sort of dumb that people needed that stuff to get their kicks.

She avoided his questions and tried to play it off as if nothing had happened; as if it was all ok. Something was wrong though and once she instilled that feeling in him, it was far too hard to shake. As she moved over to him, his hands dropped to gently rest on her hips and he smiled half heartedly at her. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in her. He very much was interested in her, but he cared to much about what went on inside for her. She was obviously mixed up, or, she had been. He wasn’t sure anymore. She was a very good actress, but his intuition told him that’s all this was.

She moved her body against his, unbuttoning his shirt a bit, and nibbling on his ear. God, she did feel good to him. He always had his share of women, but it had been a long while since he’d felt this sort of physical attraction. She had him lusting after her more than he was ok with. It just made it harder to resist. He would pay her for her time, but sex? He entertained a different lady almost every night on his own - no pay required. Yet, here he was in this room, with this girl, wanting to give in and take what she offered, even if it meant he had to pay.

As she pulled away, he heard something that sounded the word “Shit” leave her lips and she seemed to be a tad shaky. She looked into his eyes, and his brow furrowed slightly as he kept trying to study her; to see what exactly it was that was going on underneath the surface. He saw a pretty girl who was good at her job, but underneath all the eye liner, and mascara, and eye shadow, he saw something more - something troubling. Now he would never be able to get those eyes out of his head and he knew it then and there. She was turning away once more and he almost pulled her back to him, wanting to keep eye contact. That seemed to get to her somehow - that he kept looking into her eyes. He watched her move to the sofa and he bit his lip.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, still leaned against the door, her only exit, “Don’t get me wrong, you’re sexy as hell, and I’m very interested in you, but I keep seeing something in your eyes and it’s something troubling. Do I really look like somebody who needs to pay for sex? I’ll still pay for your time, but I don't need sex. I need to know what it is I keep seeing in your eyes. If this job bothers you so much, why are you doing it?” He wasn’t sure that he was correct in his assumption, but he had a feeling he might be. There were girls who enjoyed what they did because they loved the attention and got a sense of power from it. Then there were the girls who did it because they thought they had to and it ate at them inside everyday. They didn’t enjoy it, and they did it anyway. Maybe they thought it was their only way to make ends meet. He couldn’t know for sure unless he could get her to talk to him. Somehow though, he doubted she would. She was a very good actress. Sure, he picked up on that little something that told him she was troubled, but that was because he was perceptive like that. Spend all your time around women, and you generally will learn a great deal about them.

{ooc - I hate it when I have him talk and it doesn't seem like exactly what he'd say. *sigh* lol}

[__sydney l'amore]

Why were men so annoying? Oh yeah, they were born with the same gene they shared with every other male on the planet, that was the answer. For some odd reason, Sydney had been expecting what he had said and how he hesitated in coming towards her. So he thought he could talk to her? He thought he could waltz right in here and ask her to talk and talk to him like he was her personal therapist. Well then he had another thing coming, that was certainly for sure. She just would never do that, she'd never even confide it in a therapist who couldn't speak nor have any communication with anyone. She almost growled inside.


She slowly sat up, looking down at the ground and then looking back to him, her eyes narrowed slightly and she then rose to her feet and grabbed the clip which had come from her hair and she pushed it back into place before she turned to him and she shook her head. "Well why the fuck are you here then? You're wasting my time, i don't want your money." She told him as she crossed the room towards him, arms crossed across her chest in a very defensive way, also keeping her personal space hers. Speaking of which, people liked to keep things personal, so why the hell was he invading her privacey? She looked to him, he was blocking her exit and as she moved towards him she stopped directly infront of him, waiting for him to move. He wasnt going anywhere though so she placed a cold expression on her face, altogether stubborn as she looked at him, tapping her foot on the floor. Waiting for him to move.


Why was he coming here? To what, to critically analyze her for the world of screw ups? "Keep your nose out of my business. If i had a problem i'd go to a therapist not a nosey stranger." She said, reaching out her hands to try and push him from the exit. She gripped his bicep. God he had muscles. She almost rolled her eyes to herself as she thought so and she tired to pull him away, but her strength was no match for his, he could easily over power her, that was what she hated. He was doing it now, taking away her power and control and she hated it. "You don't need to know anything. Now for fucks sake, your wasting my time." She was hot when she was angry. The way her forehead creased and she gave that mad glare.


Talan was different, but he was far too caring and nosey for his own good, or towards Sydney at least. She didn't know how to show these emotions, she kept herself to herself and she hoped that others would do that too but it seemed that they just wouldn't, or he wouldn't. What nerve did he have taking her to a room and then telling her he ahd no intention of paying her for something he could get elsewhere and then ask her to pour out her heart and explain things to him that he had no idea about. She looked up, holding eye contact. This time though she did not break it, she glared into his eyes and her arms crossed, keeping her personal space hers seen as he had invaded her privacy far too much already. If he had no intention of anything, then why had he come back with her. "Don't bother paying for the room, it was a waste of time. Next time you want to talk with someone how about nipping down to the town hall instead of this place. Get out of my way, now!"


She wasn't angry at him, okay yes she was, slightly, but she was more pissed off at herself for allowing things to kick in and more than anything to think she could enjoy herself. God, what a night this was going to be.


[ooc - blah sorry i didn't know what to do with her lol]

[Talan♠McInnis]

Watching her sit up, he listened to her words. It was a dumb question really. He had just told her. Now she was saying she wouldn’t take his money even though he knew he had obviously taken up a good deal of her time that she could have gotten money elsewhere. And they say men have egos. Somehow he could tell she really needed it, so it was stupid for her to turn his money away. She had the whole pride thing though or something. He didn’t feel like thinking too much about it. It was just plain stupid for her to turn away his money. He could tell she didn’t like her job and he was willing to pay her for her time without sex, but she would rather be with some smelly old man giving it to him as long as she didn’t have to talk to him.

In Talan’s mind, she was just crying out for help and she didn’t even realize it. Even now as she blew up at him. If she’d really wanted to play it off that she was ok, she’d have kept her cool, given him bullshit answers that could explain things, and pulled herself together to keep up her little act. He’d gotten to her though and that wasn’t at all what she was doing. She was biting his head off and making a rather pitiful attempt to leave. As her hands grabbed his biceps, his eyes only left hers for a moment to look at where she gripped him. He looked back to her, still trying to see into her mind and stood his ground. Normally, he’d give her a smirk and his face would be completely amused. He didn’t really think it was funny though.

Finally, he just really needed her to shut up so he could think. His hand found it’s place at the side of her neck and the other at her hip as he pulled her close to him, in a gentle way, and he kissed her. That ought to shut her up. His lips met hers gently and he kissed her tenderly. Lips parted and his tongue made it’s way into hers if she let him. He couldn’t let her walk out of here with nothing and if it meant he had to have sex with her, then he would. It was some pretty fucked up logic, but that was Talan for you. He wasn’t about to let her turn down the amount of money he was willing to give her. Money wasn’t an object to him. He had plenty of it and there was just no reason she shouldn’t take it. Especially when she probably really needed it.

Since he was actually going to go through with it, at least he could find comfort in the fact that he would try his absolute best to make it enjoyable for her. That was always important to him and with her it was even more so because he knew how some of the men that came in to these clubs would treat the women. No respect at all. They only cared about getting themselves off and it didn’t matter at all what it was like for the girls. It mattered to him. It mattered a great deal. Even more than what things would be like for him. This way of thinking is one of the things that made Talan truly unique.

He was still kissing her, so amazingly sweet. Backing her up to the couch, he turned them that his back was to the couch. He ran his fingers down her smooth bare arms ever-so-lightly. Taking a seat on the couch, he broke their kiss and his eyes met hers again as he looked up to her and leaned back. His hands took hers and he kindly coaxed her forward onto his lap. There was nothing forceful about any of his actions. She could easily turn and walk away from him, but he sincerely hoped she wouldn't do that.

[__sydney l'amore]

She didn‘t know all what he was doing, but as he looked into her eyes she looked back and she felt herself sigh inwardly as she became submissive and she gave into whatever he was doing. No, she would not tell him anything, no she wouldn‘t answer his questions, but hell if he wouldn‘t let her out she would sti here and talk about random shite, in her words, until he found it fit for her to leave and she could go throw a bucket of ace at the girl who made her come over and then go home in a foul mood. As her hazel eyes met his she felt his body moving, ever so slightly and she found herself holding her breath. She found herself panicing, what if she had read him wrong and he was a total monster and here she had just yelled at him. He could turn on her and then that would teach her a lesson. But if he wanted it out of her he would have to beat her serverally, she had taken enough punishment, torture, abuse and pain, what would it matter. It seemed she did these things to be punished, or to be scolded, as that is all she has ever known. Praise, she could not take, nor could she take compliments.


She had no need to worry, she knew that deep down. She watched as his arms began to move, and one came to her neck. She flinched, ever so slightly though, it was so faint it was hardly noticeable. It was just a common reaction, of course anyone would do so if they had been strangled and pinned by their neck like she had done. But his touch was so soft and light, and he gently cupped her neck and her eyes shot up to his as she felt his other hand on her hip. She frowned, the creases on her forehead forming as his head came closer to hers and she soon felt his lips on hers. He had just given her the opposite speach and now was sending her these signals? He kissed her lips softly, delicately and her frown slowly disappeared at the feel of his lips, ”What are you....” She began to say, her lips still against his but she soon fell into the kiss and as his tongue came through his lips she kissed him back and parted her lips as they pushed gently against his and her tongue was there to greet his as it entered her mouth and she touched it delicately with the tip of hers before withdrawing it, then rubbing it gently as she closed her eyes into the kiss and her hands came up to the side of his face, gently brushing his shaved jaw line.


Sdyne found herself being gently moved back wards, and her feet moved in the backwards walking motion in order to keep herself balanced. She had been in these rooms enough times to know that they were heading in the direction of the couch. She let her hands slowly move down his shoulders and her fingers squeezed gently. Usually it was clothes off them, and then her doing her thing, the moans weren‘t fake, but the orgasm was, but in her chest she could feel her heart beating faster. He was a genuine guy and she found herself actually wanting and hoping they were going to have sex. It had been months since she had sex with someone she was physically attracted to or wanted to, it only happened every so often, and the rush she got was amazing. Talan made her feel wanted, not just for pleasure but wanted as a whole, the two of the together. It was a hard thing to explain, but she knew what she meant. It wasn‘t just going to be her doing it all, her giving the pleasure, but he seemed like the guy to want to give a woman everything. Hell she had been right on him so far, and lets face it, he had been right about her too.


He turned them, and her feet scuffled against the floor, loosing her balance just slightly and he broke the kiss, her eyes opening, her lipstick not smudged, but the gloss was. Hazel eyes looked down to him as he ran his hands down her arms, like a ghostly touch which made her skin tingle and her body shiver with pleasure, she let out a very small faint moan, more like a gasp as he did it, and her hazel eyes followed his down as he sat down, obviously wanting her to sit on his lap. She found herself grining, something she never did in this job. She was almost forgetting she was at work. Hell, she was looking forward to it so much she didn‘t even know if she would take his money, it would be worth it just to have good sex with someone for once, not just intercourse where she tired herself out while the guy stayed on the bottom and just moaned and built up a sweat. God that was such a turn off.


Talan took her hands and she leaned forward, over him and then lowered herself onto his lap, her knees at either side of his hips as her hands moved along his jawbone and she looked into his eyes and grinned. Her eyes moving to his lips before she pouted, eyes went back to his before they looked back to his lips and she kissed him again, with more passion. That was something she never had in this job. She slowly and gently pushed her hips into his groin, slowly making a forward and backwards motion as she did so, her thighs gripping his as her hands moved down his body, down his shirt before they went under it, under the second layer and up his toned abs, her nails gently tickling over his skin as her tongue licked along his lips and then found his tongue. ”What do...you want me... To...do?” She was breathless, it was excitement. God, she hadn‘t had this for a long time. And god did she want him now. She spoke to him between kisses, her tongue even still on his in a raunchy, open mouth kiss, her eyes open fully to look into his. God she would make his night if he was willing to make hers, she‘d not do him once but as many times as he wanted, in every position in the room. He had her thinking dirty. Wasn‘t that obvious. She thrust her hips into his again.

[Talan♠McInnis]

He was more than glad that she hadn’t pulled away from his kiss. Frankly, he shouldn’t have expected her to do anything but accept his kiss. Besides the fact that it was her job, it just wasn’t something that happened. Not to him. If he moved to kiss a girl she always kissed back. He couldn’t remember a time that they had ever pulled away. Cocky much? Not really. If it’s true, it’s true. Even if it was her job, he could feel that she wanted him. He could feel it in the way she kissed him back, and the way she touched him. Hell, he could see it in her eyes when he broke the kiss to sit down.

In the depths of his mind he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. Pay for sex. There were so many girls he knew who would practically beg him to show them a good time, but here he was paying for sex. That was something he just couldn’t think about right now. If he did, she would pick up on some sort of hesitation reluctance to continue. That wasn’t is at all. He wanted her, and he turned his mind to her. Only her. He was going to give her whatever she wanted, however she wanted it, and he was going to enjoy it. He was going to make certain he left a lasting impression. There was no way she was going to forget him. Not a chance. What girl ever did?

She took her place on his lap and he smoothed his hands up and down her sides and along her thighs. He kept his touch to a tender caress. He just wanted to make her feel good all over. She had no idea the lengths he would go to please a lady. No idea. Her hands on him set his skin on fire. Their kiss was hot and lusty. Her body rubbing up against his awakened his hunger more. He had been thinking too much, but now he was letting himself go. He would still keep himself under control so that he could keep his mind on pleasing her, but he was also letting himself enjoy it.

Obviously the rocking of her body on his turned him on. He listened to her breathless words, spoken between their hot vigorous kisses. She wanted to know what he wanted her to do? That was simple. He just wanted her to do whatever she wanted. “I want you,” he said kissing her back just as eagerly as she did him, “To do whatever you want.” He moved his lips to kissing her neck, and then her collar bone.

All the while, his hands continued to explore her hard body, caressing everywhere he touched. They moved down her thighs once more, but as they slid up this time he felt the fluffy bottom of her dress in his grasp as he slid her dress up and over her head to reveal the lacy bra and panties underneath. He licked his lips slightly at the sight of her bare flesh and started kissing at the base of her neck on her chest, moving down between her breasts. He pulled back slightly to look at her once more, pulling her close so that her stomach was against his chest and his chin was just above her breasts. “I want you do enjoy this just as much as me,” he told her honestly, letting his lips brush against hers before capturing them once more and letting his tongue wrestle with hers once again.

{ooc - still think it sucks. lol}

[__sydney l'amore]

Her gown came up over her head and thats it, she knew too well she was going to enjoy this more than she really should do.....

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She was breathless. Her body had a very small layer of sweat over it, her hair was stuck to the side of her neck and her back and chest as she panted for hair. Her chest rising up and down as he collapsed on top of her. How many times was that now? Five, or six? That was just different places in the room. (lmao). She was shattered, she was very satisfied and she'd orgasmed too many times to count. Her job had never been this good, jesus christ if he came in every night she'd have the time of her life. But she had to pull back to reality, as she laid catching her breath, after hours of fun and sexual intercourse, she had to face the fact he was just a client, not someone she had found in a pub, dated and then took back to her home and she wasn't going to turn over, pull the covers over them and fall asleep to find him the next morning laid asleep next to her.


Slowly she sat up, pushing him up as she did so and she grinned to him, her smile even wider than it ever had been for a long time and she stroked the side of his face, she kissed him softly on the lips. She didn't say anything, she just slid from beneath him and now it was over. Over and done with. She sighed as she walked across the room to find her bra under ths sofa, then her french knickers somewhere else and then her dress which she pulled back on and she ruffled up her hair and she kept her back to him as she did all of this. Embarrassed off her body, of the scar on her hip that was from when Matt took a knife to her after his threats became reality, and the marks at the back of her neck where Mark's finger nails had dug deep into her skin when strangling her and holding her down.


It was strange, after being with a client for ten minutes these memories rushed to her, but they didn't. She was happy for once, by a total stranger. Her hand came up to her face and she brushed back her hair, bending down to pick up her stiletto heels which she slipped onto her feet and then turned around slowly. They had been in here for way over two hours, she would have earned around five hundred pounds from him, but she didn't even want his money, to be touched like she had was just enough. For a just a small part of her life she had felt and needed with him, even if it was just to pleasure him, He held respect for her and wanted to do it for her, not for him. He was a true gentleman, and whichever girl he was after was lucky.


She turned around and she sighed, looking him in the eye for a second before she walked towards the door and she unlocked it. "Thanks." SHe said as she pushed it open, she had forgot about the money. She was going to pull a sicky, go and pretend to be ill and then go home. While spoil the mood? It wouldn't last for long and soon she'd be back to that darkness and it'll all be over. She looked to him and grinned. "It was really nice meeting you. Although i can probably say this is a one off and you won't be back again, eh?" Her face was bright, vibrant and full of joy. It was such a change. Wow, how was ti a total stranger could make her so happy? Someitmes the nicest and kindest people were strangers, someone you had yet to discover. She had just found her stranger. Her head tilted to the side and she let the door slowly swing open. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but it certainly wasn't his money.

[Talan♠McInnis]

It was all said and done and Talan wished he had her back at his place so he could just hold her after all of it. He had never done it so many ways so many different times before. Once they had got going they just didn’t stop. She had really put his stamina to the test like no one had before. He was exhausted and he could tell she was too. He had hit her spot so many times she probably didn’t know what hit her. She wasn’t faking when she had cried out with pleasure. He had been with too many girls not to know. Even when they were the silent type, he just knew because he could feel the difference in her body. He had never felt so good as she made him feel either. That was secondary to how it was for her though. The fact that she had enjoyed him so much was what pleased him most.

She pushed him up so that she could move out from under him and he wanted to fight it and just hold her, but he knew it couldn’t be. Not here. Not like this. She was working. At the end of it all, that’s all he really was - a client. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just another guy paying for sex. His only consolation was that she had enjoyed it so much. If there was anything that could make him feel better about using her, that was it. At least he had showed her kindness and a gentle touch intended only to please her.

He kissed her back, so sweet and tender. The grin on her face seemed genuine this time, whereas before it had seemed somehow forced. He dressed himself as he watched her do so. Sliding on his boxers and jeans, he zipped and buttoned them before buckling his belt. He put his socks and boots on and laced them up quickly. Leaving his shirt off a little longer to help him cool down he laced up his boots. He found the white wife beater over the back of the couch and slipped it over his head. His collared shirt was snagged on the handcuffs from when it had been tossed aside. He slipped it on and straightened it as best he could, but didn’t bother buttoning it.

When he heard her thank him, he was a bit surprised. It just seemed wrong for her to thank him. She did it for the money and he was supposed to thank her. Even if she had wanted it this time, which he imagined wasn’t usually the case, she would have done it whether she did or not. Just because this time she happened to enjoy herself didn’t mean she shouldn’t get her money. Besides, he couldn’t walk away without giving her what she had worked for. They deserved so much better than they got. All of them. All of the women who worked their did. They weren’t paid nearly enough for what they did for men. Especially if the men were going to treat them the way they often did.

She was about to leave and he pulled his wallet out and took a large portion of his cash out, leaving the smaller bills. He had no idea how much he was giving her, but he knew it was a lot. It would never be nearly enough in his mind. There were mostly hundreds and some fifties in what he had grabbed. Returning his wallet to his back packet, he stepped over to her and gently grasped her arm to turn her around and pull her back to him. He had folded into his hand so she couldn’t see it. He had a sneaking suspicion she would refuse his money for whatever reason she had. He couldn’t let that happen.

His hand with the money held her side and the other moved up to brush her hair back gently out of her face as he gave her a deep meaningful look in the eyes and told her, “Thank you,” before holding her chin and kissing her soft and sweet, turning them slowly as he did so to bring his back to the now open door. As he kissed her, his hand slid down her neck and arm to take her hand in his. He reluctantly broke their kiss and put the money in her hand before sliding out the door and leaving her standing there. He didn’t look back. He left as quickly as possible so she couldn’t stop him. He received many looks from the body guards, other dancers, and particularly the barmaid.

Ignoring them all, he left the club and went back to his own club where he didn’t speak to anybody but went straight to his office and his adjoining apartment. He had one of his workers managing that night, so he wouldn’t be needed unless there was an emergency. He just wanted to be alone.

{Exit - Talan}