Fantasy RP When worlds collide (Render)

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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.
 
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.
 
Being around hot women was one thing, and being around a woman who knew how to wrap herself around a man's primal need and bend his mind was another thing altogether. Rosie was all of those elements and more. His mind struggled to not see her in bed under and over him and focus on just what kind of money machine she could be for him and his club. It was a heated battle that he knew what side he would yield to when she returned. He watched her at the bar in the mirrors around him before she swung back around sauntering to his VIP booth. The cool faux black leather seat did nothing to cool him down as he felt her straddle him and hand him his drink. He enjoyed her grinding as she purred her question. She was good at it all, and he marveled to himself that in this brief amount of time he had her wanting her so bad.

Holding up the glass “Thank you for this Rosie” he sipped the well-made cocktail. The bartender or her weren't holding back on making a solid pour and crafted drink. Setting it down, he slid his strong hands onto her thighs that settled on each side of his. The thick ringed fingers grazed an inch or two higher as he looked into her eyes. Softly now and looking directly into her eyes “I came here to see you. I'm sure many men do, and I can see why they keep coming back.” He squeezed her thighs softly and he knew security was zooming the camera into them but kept the pressure firm but gentle. “I had heard about you and had to see for myself.” Ren's situational awareness was high, and without directly looking at the other male clientele he could sense the competitive rise for her attention in the room grow exponentially. “Good” he thought, the room needs her. He kept his dark, steely gaze and attention on Rosie now checking her own reaction to being around a strong male crossing a few frontiers other men had tried artificially and bravely to cross. He imagined the exchange of wealth and lust before his own encounter with her. He smiled to himself thinking of the racing hearts, dry mouths, fingers fumbling for money, and leaking hardness that probably sat right where he was now. She wasn't flinching from her flirtation, yet.

Ren practiced his real reason for being here with her on his lap. The layout and timing of his invitation for her to come to “The Dark Side”, the name of his club, needed style and not just a brute force request. He wanted her to come to him for more than the money. She needed to be alive with need and want for more than commercial enterprise. He needed to tell if her desire to engage men sexually and sensually wasn't just skin and wallets deep. He needed more time and evaluation for that judgment that he sought - that she loved doing this, many women hated it but out on a good show that they did. He wanted the real thing.

“If you reach into my jacket pocket, there is something there for you.” Though there was something rising against his pants pocket below that was there for her too, and she was surely more than aware of his ardor and the generosity of it. He had two envelopes in his jacket pocket for her to draw out. One was labeled “Private Party Fund” and the other merely said “For Later”. One had $1,000 in it for a private show he was sure she would give in to that request. The other envelope had $25,000 in it as a bonus he would explain “later.” If he felt good about her in an hour, the bonus would be a hook, and if not, a reward for the great time he was sure he would spend with her in bed.
 
Rosie couldn’t help the soft smirk that danced on her lips feeling the bulge in his pants grow, but as soon as he said her name she raised a brow slightly. It wasn’t uncommon for men to come to the club looking just for her, but those men were locals who knew of her reputation, and this man she was straddling was a newcomer to town. That she knew for sure, as Rosie knew she would remember seeing such a man walking the streets. He was hard to miss, such a scrumptious man would not be ignored by Rosie at all, even outside of work. “You came just to see little old me?” Rosie asked sweetly as she moved her hips a little more grinding herself against him, she wanted to see this man without his clothes. All she could imagine was tracing every inch of his skin, learning every line of muscle and every tattoo that she could see. The feeling of his hands on her thighs made her lean back a fraction as she let him do what he wished, if he wanted to touch more of her Rosie would let him without complaint. It was her job to make every man that came to her feel as if she was only there to please them, and while most other women didn’t enjoy bending over backwards for men, Rosie did it because it kept her at the top and she liked it.

She wanted to know everything about the man she was straddling. Was he a vampire or a werewolf like her normal clients or was he was the mystery hybrid she had heard whispers of. She had never had a hybrid and Rosie wanted to play with one to see how fun they could be. When he said that there was something in his jacket pocket for her Rosie grinned a little at him as she slowly slid her hands from his shoulders, one of her hands moved for his jacket pocket and her other hand moved to the rising bulge in his pants. “Only one thing for me?” She teasingly asked as she grabbed one of the envelopes from his pocket, she had felt the second one but Rosie guessed that was something else and not for her. Moving a little on his lap she held the envelope with both hands and tipped her head to the side a little as she read what was written on it, “Private party fund?” She asked with a soft laugh before she tossed the envelope off to the side on the couch not bothering to look inside of it. “You know, I could just spend all night with you for free” Rosie purred as she pressed the front of her body against his, leaning in she moved her mouth to his ear, “Maybe I’ll give you a freebie this time since you’re new here” she whispered into his ear.

Smirking to herself Rosie moved her mouth to his neck and began to place gentle, teasing kisses in his skin. She had learnt quickly that some men liked getting free sessions with her now and again, it guaranteed that they came back and threw a lot of money at her. “I’ll let you do anything you want to me” Rosie said to him softly in between the kisses she was placing on his neck, as she kissed his skin she continued to slowly grind herself against him. Getting an idea she smirked to herself as she leaned backwards before she gracefully got off of his lap, her movements were calculated and showed experience as she lowered herself onto the floor and knelt between his legs.

Settling herself comfortable between his legs Rosie laid her head on his left thigh and looked up at him innocently, her actions showing that she was defiantly living up to her nickname of kitten, “If you like, we can skip the show and go straight for the fun part” she said sweetly as she moved her right hand and stroked her fingers against the fabric of his pants over the bulge she knew was there for her. “I am happy to take care of this for you, Mr, Mysterious” Rosie added sweetly, playfully giving him a nickname, as she took her head off of his thigh, all of her clients enjoyed it when Rosie was submissive for them and she was going to show this new guy what he had been missing.
 
As Rosie coiled around him and ground his ardor stronger, Ren felt the urge to let his dark side loose. But he wouldn't, not here in the open- even though it seemed a safe place to morph into the hybrid that he was. It would certainly allow for a wild time which it seemed they both needed and would enjoy. He rarely morphed in public, into the combination of lycan, vampire and his human foundation. His strength was more than that of all combined and his thirst for conquest and lust was unmatched. And right now, Rosie was the brewing quarry. Maybe in a private room she could elicit the Vesperan that he was but he preferred this night he stayed “contained.” He could still unleash a dark powerful side that unraveled from his core even in his human form.

That dark side of him is what spawned creating his club, drawing in both the suspecting and unsuspecting men and women. Some came purely for the erotic excitement and edging. He could sense others came to cross over into a darker frontier, and he could indulge that. Like Secret Sins, his clientele was a mix of mortals and transformers that gave up their money to feel wanted. Others gave up their money to experience something much deeper and that happened in special ways in special chambers. The Dark Side gave him the opportunity to make money and to couple business with what was in his soul - satisfy the dark lust in him.

He murmured approval as she stroked his male ego and his body with her touch, her body, and her coy act that must have drained significant sums from the club's clients. Or maybe they were hers now as she clearly had the ability to own the men around her. Her poses, mocking what could be between them made him growl and lift his own hips in reply trying to join their cores hard. He needed her to feel more of his male response and he gave it to her as he leaned back on his lap. He watched her barely covered core ride and mash against the prominent swelling that she had easily found. His hands held her thighs and his palms slid closer to her core and his heavily ringed thumbs perched on the tendons of her loins, wanting to slip inside the fabric covering her mound.

As she took out the envelope, read it and cavalierly tossed it aside proclaiming he could have a free time with her, he calmly kept her gaze. “Nothing is free Rosie” and he smiled as she slid between his legs and rested her cheek against his thigh. While she stared up at him and not his loins, he had no doubt she had already gauged his sexual merit and the musk he was emitting would be inhaled and settle into her brain. He touched her cheek knowing where this would lead to. She made sure too as she covered his swollen, constrained member through his pants and offered her service. “Someplace private Rosie, just you and me.” He had lost the debate to keep business front and center. There would be time for that discussion later, after she took care of him. He looked forward to turning the tables and taking care of her to the point his vesperan abilities had her wanting more…and more. Then and only then after being sated would he bring up the offer of coming to The Dark Side, and it would make the invitation that much more compelling.
 

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