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[Storm Crauford]

Storm, dressed in a quite skimpy outfit, didn't really work at the strip bar, she just felt like walking around and giving lap dances, possibly bringing someone into a VIP room. Depended on how fun they seemed. Money was the last thing she needed. Walking towards a large group of men she felt a sharp slap to her ass, twisting around she stared at a man. She gave a devious smirk and sat on his lap, dirty words leaving her lips. After finishing with that she looked around for somebody, someone who really caught her attention.

[Calvin Burns]

the male walked into the strip club, tossing his blond tresses over his shoulder, he peered through the darkened windows of the club before flashing his id at the door. making his way inward, he sat rather far from the stage at a table meant for two, but for him, one. sitting in a relaxed position with his legs rather spread, his gaze travelled from girl to skimply dressed girl taking in their lucious curves. chicks now a days... fake tits weren't everything. letting his gaze settle on a pretty blond, he watched as she was bombarded by a group of horny males. what pervs. heh... then again, what was he? sipping his rum & coke he glanced back up at the girl.

[Storm Crauford]

Looking over the crowd she saw somebody she swore she had seen, finally it clicked. Calvin, said her mind as she began to walk over to him, taking a seat. "Who have we here?" Asked the seductive blonde, eyes wild with fire, ready to burst out with something insane. She wasn't sure about him and what he would do, he seemed like a bad ass, but looks were deceiving, but yet again, why would he be in a strip club, to watch Sponge Bob? She giggled to herself, then realised to him it looked like she was laughing at nothing. Shrugging it off she looked at him and smiled, a flirtatious 'come get some' look.

[Calvin Burns]

the male smiled, watching her curvacious figure saunter over in his direction. taking in her lucious body with a smirk, he licked his upper lip suggestively, a habit of his. turning to face her as she sat, he couldn't hide the beginning of his arousal or the emerald gaze that couldn't stay off of her skantily clad bodice. as she giggled he leaned forward, running the back of his palm along her cheek bone in a caressing manner. running his fingertips along her jawline he withdrew his hand reluctantly.

"Well, you have me Miss Crauford with the beginning of a hardon and you sitting before me causing it. Any questions?"

he laughed, but lust was overcoming his senses. taking a long drag of his rum and coke he tried to find sanity, but failed miserably.

[Storm Crauford]

She was suprised at his words, her guess totally correct. He was a bad ass afterall. The though caused a devious smirk to spread across the jezebel's features, mind joyous. Her mocha pools shimmered, eyes locked on his, though his were locked on her body. She decided to tease him a little as she arose, walking towards him and spreading her legs as she sat on his lap, hands on his shoulder as she threatened to kiss him, lips barely brazing his as they found his way to his ear. "So much for no flings in the band." she whispered, teasing as she finally allowed her pouty lips to lock onto his, head tilted sideways a bit as she though about what he would say, though she felt absolutly no resistance to anything she had done.

[Calvin Burns]

the smirk she drew atop her own lips spread to his. he felt her gaze travel across her body and couldn't help but smile. patting his lap gently, he encouraged her to approach. at last she arose, placing her straddled legs atop his lap. groaning subtly as she grasped his shoulders and felt the warmth radiating from her lower body, he shivered as she spoke. licking his upper lip once more, he gently placed his palm against her cheek bone, returning the kiss in a passionate manner.

"Well, lets just not spread the word shall we?"

[Storm Crauford]

"Your wish is my command." she said, feeling the buldge in his jeans. She felt it against her skimpy skirt. She smiled, keeping calm, which wasn't easy around him. Calvin was the type of guy that would drive you insane. Her fingers made circular patterns in his shoulder as she massaged them, feeling him draw her foward once again. She allowed her tongue to slide in his mouth this time, her mind asking. How'd you like that? She smiled, knowing he would. She pulled back, devious smile forming again. She still felt him and she couldn't resist but ask. "Eager are we?" as a slight giggle escaped her vocals, voids searching his deep emralds for the spark, and it was found easily. Calvin had one hell of a craving, she could tell by the look he gave her.

[Calvin Burns]

he smirked, groaning once more as she felt the bulge within his jeans. yeah he was just slightly turned on... glancing up at her, he let his gaze slowly wander along her figurine. fingers ran along her sides, stopping at her skimpy skirt and daringly massaging her inner thigh beneath the material cautious so as to not go too close to her womanhood. she pressed her lips against his once more, her tongue darting into his mouth with his own following suit. as she continued to speak, he groaned, fingers travelling further upward along her skirt and gently teasing her by running them along the edge of her entrance.

"Eager? Not really... just... anxious."

[Storm Crauford]

She shuddered, watching him, hearing the slight vocalizations as she smirked. As he reached her inner thighs she smirked, almost knowing what was to come out of it. As he moved up she smirked as he traced her. She shuddered, though let him. Watching his hands she pushed into them the slighest bit. Smirking she replied "I bet you are." Gaze now shifted to his face. Fingers traced his 5 o' clock shadow, shaggy hair pushed back away from his face as her hands held his chin, breasts against his chest as she leaned into him. Lips were pressed against his again as she thought she felt something. She shoved the thought into the back of her mind, rough antics revealed as her pace quickened.

[Calvin Burns]

the male smirked, feeling as she moved forward, his fingertips got dangerously close to her entrance. deviously smiling, he ran his fingertips along the inner entrance to her cavern. so he was arousing her too. smirking, he felt her tremble. listening to her words, his smile braodened. her fingers along the fine stubble along his cheek bones. suddenly her lips were felt, his head tilting a bit and thrusting his tongue inward with a grunt. reluctantly withdrawing, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Lets get out of here... shall we?"

[Storm Crauford]

She smirked as he moved around her entrance. She was used to it, but he was smoothe, it made her shiver. "My thoughts exactly." she said as she saw almost a crowd watching the two. As if they had never seen anything like it. The young crowd of males seeming rather upset and disturbed that he had gotten further. Strippers began to get adgitated that she was stealing the attention. She gave them the finger as she hopped up, waiting for Calvin. "Female vocalist is mine. she thought as she recalled the past issue in the alleyway.

[Calvin Burns]

the male smiled, watching as she shivered with pleasure, he got even more egged on with anticipation. as she arose, the male smirked at the spectators. poor blokes, he got the chick once again. he didn't know what it was, but he had a certain charm with the femme's that had them coming to him on beck and call. loosely wrapping his arm around her hip as he stood beside her, he began making his way to the door. reaching into his side pocket with his free hand, he procured his keys and pressed the unlock button twice, unlocking a white Mustang convertible from the shadows of the dark parking lot.

[Storm Crauford]

"Ooh." was her reply at the car, a thought developing in her mind. "Cars are always fun you know..." Her smirk widening with joy as she pictured her and Calvin in the mustang, in a dark parking lot ouside of a club. perfect she thought as his grip tightened a little on her slim waist. All she did was smile as her voids darkened, sparks arising in anxiousness. Slim hand slipped into his back pocket, steps long and dramatized as her hips swayed in her little sashe'.

[Calvin Burns]

the male smirked, watching as she sauntered up to his car. opening the front door on the passenger's side, he dropped the front seat forward so she could climb into the back bench seat of the red leather interior. letting her enter, he gently patted her rear with the back of his hand as she made her way inward in a suggestive manner. closing the door to the passenger's seat behind him, he pushed up the other front seat on the drivers side to give them room. tossing off his teeshirt onto the front seat, he turned back to Storm.

"Yes... my Mustang's come a long way."

hah.

[Storm Crauford]

Storm smirked, hands tracing from his pecs to his abs. "Impressive." was her reply as she watched him, tempted to do the same as she started off a bit slower. Her Stelletos coming off first as she slid down the fishnets, her crop top and mini skirt all that was left. She flashed him a grin, sliding close as she pushed him against the window and placed a quick, rough dramatized kiss on him, stopping only to breathe. She rose and dropped her eyebrows, waiting to see what he had in store for her.