Fantasy RP When worlds collide (Render)

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Rosie

The club was dark and the soft beat of music thumped through the building rattling its way through the bodies of all of the people in the space, this wasn't just any old sort of club, this was a strip club focused on serving creatures of all different kinds. Humans, werewolves, vampires and any mix of other supernatural beasts wandered the floors. Some stopped here and there to watch the girls on the main stage whilst others approached some of the girls working the floors, whispered sweet words to them before heading off to the back rooms for privacy. The club, by comparison to others, was decedent. The colors of black, gold and red were the main themes of the furniture and walls; no expense was spared when it came to how lavish the club was.

Rosie was one of the girls who worked as a stripper there, her preferred clients were vampires and werewolves. For some reason they seemed to enjoy the company of humans and Rosie was more than happy to indulge them, her regular clients paid her well and she was one of the highest earning girls in the club. It helped that she had a look of someone who should be working as a model instead of a stripper but here she was with her soft blue eyes and hip length white blonde hair, her clients liked how she looked on their arms.

Her delicate height of five foot three and slim frame made the envy of some of the other women who wanted her clients for themselves, when Rosie had first started working at the club she had been sixteen, she had lied at the time and had said that she was eighteen but no one called her out on being younger than she claimed to be. Now she was twenty-three and had been working at the club the longest, sure she could have left the club any time but she didn't want to. It had basically become her home and her coworkers had become her family.

It was a normal night for Rosie when it came to working, she was dressed in a white lingerie set which left very little to the imagination and a pair of black platform stiletto heels that took her small five foot three frame up to five foot five, they had been a gift from one of her first clients and Rosie adored them. As she walked amongst the people in the club, some were drinking wine others blood and some were just indulging in the carnal sins of life on some of the couches that were in the main part of the club. These couches were covered with sheer black curtains giving those there a small bit of privacy as they did what they wished too, Rosie wasn't looking for any one in particular as none of her normal clients were there yet, she was just looking.

She had heard whispers over the last few days that there was a new person in town and Rosie curious if they would show up in the club and so she was scanning to see any new faces in the dim lighting. The whispers had been that the newcomer was a hybrid, one who didn't claim to be anything other than a hybrid. Rosie knew normally that hybrids tended to pick a side, some chose to represent their vampire sides whilst others chose to live as werewolves, but this newcomer apparently was shaking things up by picking neither and Rosie wanted to meet them. A rarity for her was someone who was neither vampire nor wolf but chose to accept the blended nature that they had.

It was a few hours into her shift and Rosie was sprawled on one of the couches, her hip length hair draped over the arm of the couch as her head sat on the lap of a vampire who saw now and again. He wasn't a regular but more of an occasional indulger of the club, he had already fed on her for the night and two neat little mark on the left side of her neck were leaking blood slightly, slowly trailing down towards her breasts, which seemed so stark against her pale skin, looking towards the entrance of the club she raised a brow seeing people moving out of the way for someone. Catching sight of a very tall man walking in Rosie raised a brow as she watched him through the sheer black curtain, seeing him look over towards her Rosie moved onto her side so she could continue to watch as he headed for the bar and took a seat.

Smirking a little she couldn't help but giggle a little as she watched a couple of girls walk up to him, speak for a moment before getting shooed off. The girls in question were new and had no idea how to deal with men like that, rolling herself off of the couch she waved a little to the vampire she had been laying on before she headed towards the newcomer. Reaching him Rosie stood behind him, getting close she leaned her chest against his back as she draped her arms over his shoulders so she could rest her hands on his chest as she placed her chin gently on his shoulder. "I've never seen you here before" Rosie purred into the mans ear sweetly, some of her regulars called Rosie cheeky and others compared her to a cat that wanted attention all of the time to the point that her nickname had become kitten in the club. "Tell me, what is your drink of choice and I'll get it put on my tab" she purred as she gently began to trace patterns on the mans chest through his shirt, from what she could see of this man Rosie knew he was well built and defiantly much taller than her which she liked.

Rosie knew the other girls would be jealous seeing her draped over the newcomer, but most of them didn't have the confidence that she did. She did what she wanted and she was allowed to get away with it, after all, she was the club favorite.

 

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He always did research on the competition and the work on that was enjoyable. Managing a strip club came with hard work but also benefits and high profits. Ren took a keen, personal interest in making sure his clientele had the best performers. One night he heard one of his dancers complaining about a woman at Secret Sins she had just danced with that was commanding all the clients attention and wallets. He leaned on the doorway as she bitched, taking in her complaints as observations. Ren knew he had to check this “Rosie” out and went back to his office and made his travel plans. As he finished, one of his dancers came into his office and as he turned his chair to face her, she slipped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck “I have an hour before my next set, Ren.” Ren was a good looking man, tall, muscular, tattooed and well dressed. His white shirt in contrast to his darker skin, and the dark vest he wore. He came across as a sophisticated yet rugged, middle aged confident man and it wasn't unusual that dancers, and other women would gravitate into his arms and bed. His wealth showed too, the thick platinum necklace and finger rings had him dripping money. Cherry came around regularly and he indulged her at times but he was laser focused tonight on this “Rosie” and dismissed her politely "Another time baby.” Her frowning pout and her “OK Daddy” fell on him softly as his attention was already elsewhere.

He left the next day and he made his way to Secret Sins. He moved the name, it drew in clients wanting both secrecy and sinning. Ren surveyed the club as he entered it and began to invest himself immediately as a patron of interest. He threw money at the bar, the help and at the dancers but did with a casual and non-chalant confidence. He was looking forward to seeing Rosie work the crowd and the dance floor. He hadn't seen the woman yet that exemplified the star of the club but his VIP booth gave him a great view of the club and he was impressed with it making mental notes on things he could improve his own club with.

His eyes on the woman wrapped around the pole in front of him as she hung upside-down grinding her barely jeweled clad core against the stainless steel shaft and her eye contact on him had his attention. That was until he felt feminine arms wrapping around him from behind, a coy and coaxing voice, and an intimacy that told him this must be Rosie. He turned to look at her and she was stunningly hot but he'd seen many hot women before so he played it cool with her. Responding to her intimacy, he reached up and touched her cheek and whispered “I'll have a Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, love. I bet your bartender knows how to make it but I'd be glad to show you if he doesn't.” He smiled softly at her leaving nothing to her imagination about what had jumped into his mind. What also jumped into his mind was how to hire her away from this club to his. It was going to take money, creativity and his own personal investment and commitment to her. As she left to get his drink, he watched her amble to the bar, clearly knowing his eyes were glued to her form and she'd be correct if she guessed he was getting hard if he wasn't already. Turning back briefly to the dance floor, he thought he saw the pole-hanging dancer mouth the words “fuck” in surrender to Rosie capturing his attention.

 

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Rosie smirked a little when the man she was draped over turned and looked at her, letting him reach up and touch her cheek she moved her head slightly to press more of her cheek into his hand. She had learnt quickly that she made better money the more affection she showed towards her clients, as long as she made them feel as if they were the only men in her life just for a few hours they were in the club the paid her very well. Listening to him as he whispered to her what he wanted Rosie couldn't help but laugh softly, "Oh I do love the sound of that" she purred back at him teasingly.

She wasn't shy at all when it came to teasing and flirting, hell it was her job, moving so she was no longer draped over him Rosie made her way over to the bartender to place her new mystery man's order. Leaning against the bad as she waited she looked over to wards the man for a moment before her eyes drifted over to the girl on the pole he was watching, seeing her mouth the word 'fuck' Rosie couldn't help but giggle as she raised her left hand to her mouth and blew a kiss towards the other woman. The other girls loved to scramble for new clients, some of them fell over each other to try and beat Rosie to them but in the end she always got what she wanted over the other girls. Shaking her head a little Rosie looked back at the bartender when he placed the drink in question in front of her and she grabbed it, walking back over to the man she was determined to make a new client of hers and placed it down in front of him before she moved and perched herself on his lap comfortably making sure to wiggle a little wanting to get him as hard as possible.

Leaning against him lightly Rosie casually draped her right arm across his shoulders, "So, what brings such a handsome man such as yourself, to Secret Sins?" Rosie asked sweetly. The man she was sitting on was very handsome and Rosie had no doubt that he would not struggle at all to get girls into his bed, hell, she wanted to get into his bed with him. It wasn't that Rosie was desperate for companionship like some of the other girls who worked there, but she did go out of her way to make sure that she tended all of the needs of her more high paying clients. Unlike some of the other women who worked there, Rosie had a relatively low body count as she didn't have sex with all of her clients, out of the hundreds of men who Rosie had entertained over her time she had only ever slept with ten of them.