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Post by frannie on Sept 12, 2010 0:13:33 GMT -7
Francis gathered his outfit for tonight. It was rather exposing. He didn't really care. He got out of his own clothes. Slowly undressing, dropping his jacket, next up his tie. He was really taking his time, then again, stripping had became somewhat of a habit. No nee to rush non?
His partner had called in ill, so he had to go on stage alone. Too bad, but maybe someone in the crowd would take him home then? Smirking at the thought, it had been awhile since he had some fun.
He got into his outfit. It was black and tight, very tight, and off course exposing. Francis' image was as challenging as ever. He looked at himself in the mirror. Dieu- you look great, he thought and made his way to the stage.
His song started playing, he could feel people gaze at him with interest, excitement, jealousy even. Dieu- all this attention, Francis loved it. He started slowly dancing, he motioned for a boy to come closer. Yes he had find someone interesting right away.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Oct 3, 2010 12:15:06 GMT -7
Ludwig wasn’t sure how he’d ended up at the club on his night off, but for some unfathomable reason, he felt the need to be here. He probably just wanted to make sure everything was all right. Knowing his co-workers, there was a great possibility of things going horribly wrong in his absence. Especially in the case of his brother. But Gilbert was ill tonight, was he not? It was probably for the best, considering that Gilbert was supposed to be working with Francis tonight. But then again, Francis would probably go wild without a partner. Hence Ludwig’s presence.
As he stepped into the club and stared up at the stage, he couldn’t help but breathe a quiet sigh of relief. Everything seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as things could be here. Francis was onstage, erm…dancing, and he thought that was normal. Gott, he needed to get out of here soon.
He shot a disapproving glare in Francis’s direction as he saw him attempting to seduce some kid. Was the boy even legal? Then again, Ludwig was in no position to talk; was he even old enough to be working here? Well, he was almost nineteen, after all… But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that. Now was the time to plan out the talking-to he’d have to give Francis later, especially if he tried to go home with that boy.
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Post by frannie on Oct 3, 2010 13:07:54 GMT -7
The boy had came over to him. Dieu- young ones were always so curiously. Francis loved how he walked over to him, a little nervous and insecure. Probably his first time here. Then he would have just make his first time, enjoyable, non?
He did notice another stripper: Ludwig, who sent him a glare. Jealous was he now? Zat could be interesting. Maybe a threesome. Dieu- what a plan. Francis licked his lips and slowly removed his jacket. The younger boy was looking up at him. Good but he now also wanted to German's attention.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Oct 5, 2010 13:59:43 GMT -7
Ludwig tried his best to hold back the blush he knew was forming, but as Francis's jacket slipped off his shoulders, he felt his face heat up, anyway. He was certain Francis would notice, for the other man knew that Ludwig didn't blush a light shade of pink like a normal person - he blushed scarlet, even at work. Especially at work, actually, because he had never really gotten used to the whole thing, even after a year, and Francis... Well, he was Francis, after all.
From the look on his coworker's face, he still had his sights set on that boy - who had a fake id peeking out of his back pocket, Ludwig observed (having one himself, he was quite adept at distinguishing them from authentic ones) - so he finally took matters into his own hands. Stepping as close as he could to boy without scaring him and alerting him to the fact that something was amiss, he kept his stern gaze trained on Francis and shook his head 'no,' tryign to signal to the man that this boy was off-limits. Well, according to Ludwig, all customers were off-limits, but still...
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Post by frannie on Oct 6, 2010 10:49:13 GMT -7
Francis smirked as he noticed the blush on the German's face. Dieu- he was so easily blushing. He loved it. Though what he didn't like was that Ludwig was approaching the boy. Standing behind him shaking his head.
Why did he always had to ruin the fun? Or was he just jealous? Maybe he would play around a little. Both the boy and Ludwig were watching him. Okay and a lot more people but his eyes were focuse on those two.
He pretended to not have seen Ludwig's warning. He started to dance rather provoking, looking seductive as he slowly unbottoned his shirt.
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