THE DEVIL HAD A DAUGHTER. lucifer

[KASSANDRA STEFFANY SEIBELLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,198px,bTable][bg=transparent] multi-colored lights illuminated the stage, moving to and fro wildly with the upbeat music broadcasted loudly overhead. the violet, deep red and royal blue waltzed in unmemorizable patterns. the aged brick walls they danced upon complemented in high contrast to the attractive appeal of the hues, practically ornamenting the idea of a visual match for sound. the circular black tables with matching steel chairs seated several customers of both genders. waitresses in tight, exposing skirts and revealing shirts walked with a sway to their hips in heels as they delivered ordered beverages and food. a low chatter could be heard past the pop music which played to match the erotic maneuvers of a middle-aged woman who slid up and down the pole in the center of the bar. infrequent cat calls were made to her, as well as the toss of a dollar or two for tip. her heels clacked slowly with every step, until her time ended and she clumsily marched down the few stairs, her brunette locks bouncing with her footsteps. on the system wired throughout the bar, a man's voice could be heard through a microphone in the corner of the building, announcing the return of the next dancer; as he mentioned her, a tarp was pulled down by string, revealing her name just as she entered from the back rooms, a spotlight following her. her outfit glistened with the limelight, the sequins and beads one of the lesser things that captured the attention of the audience. those stilettos she wore adorned her feet in such a way that it made her feminine shape much more noticeable; the dangerous curve of her hips seemed much more adjacent as well as the supple being of her breasts in such a divulging top. her embodiment was flattered by the teasing things she wore, but further endorsed by the way she surveyed her crowd beneath long black eyelashes and from behind stunning emerald orbs. the song played on cue as her heel touched the stage and her dainty little fingers wrapped around the pole, giving a vivacious wink to a spectator in the crowd. men and women alike clapped and spoke from their seats, to which was responded with by a saucy grin as the strings of the guitar in the song were struck and she began her routine. the way she slithered about the pole revealed actual skill, unlike the previous dancer who watched from the sidelines in wonder. the girl twisted and slid down the metal to the rhythm of the song, using a balance between attitude and routine. ".. she likes to shake her ass, she grinds it to the beat, she likes to pull my hair when i make her grind her teeth.."

[/i] the music ricocheted from wall to wall and as she flipped flexibly and slid down once more, she took the bow which held her hair in a ponytail and her long blonde locks fell behind her as she whipped them about. the flashing lights ran over her body and cast her aglow. "i like to strip her down, she's naughty 'till the end, you know what she is, no doubt about it.." she made a final movement, leaving herself upside down as she slid down - "... she's a bad, bad girlfriend." gaining her stance, she blew a few kisses to the crowd before disappearing off the stage, taking a rose offered to her by a member of the audience and allowing bills to be put in her costume as she walked past them.

taking a seat at the bar, she watched as the bartender, armed with a toothy smirk, slid her a drink and she took it with a returning simper. her lips met the glass and she felt smoothed out again, at peace, relaxed. she brushed off the coos of men around her as a second song played with no one on the stage. she was needlessly paid to perform for one full song per night and she was fine with it - fine with the attention, the eyes that followed her, the lingering hands.. downing the straight tequila, she batted her eyes for more. [/justify][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]