i know i'm good for something , harvey

[ELISE SHERMAN]

don't call me up again

just to break me like a promise

elise recalled her bosses’ warning to all the dancers that were on shift, explaining to them that the bachelor party that was here was extremely important for business. she had nodded along while listening to the lecture as well as being informed that the bouncers were watching their backs as well in case things got out of hand. currently, nothing seemed to be going wrong as elise waited behind the curtain for her to turn to be on the stage. she was never put on center stage as her skills were nothing spectacular but she was able to move her body seductively against a pole, grinding her body against it and turn some of the guys on. her pole was set to the left of the stage, currently having a coworker swinging around it and ending her dance with a splits on the floor. brushing a hand through her hair, she took a deep breath and moved to her spot, giving her coworker a wink as they passed each other on the runway. the music started and almost as though she was a backup dancer in a video, her body moved in synch with the girl to the far right while the main attraction was a blonde hair, green eyed, voluptuous female that was contorting her body against the pole while removing the many articles of clothing, teasing the audience. elise’s clothes were pretty much gone at this point, having nothing but a corset with matching underwear and a garter and tonight, thankfully, she got to keep her clothes on. there were some nights where the girl was forced to be center stage, slower nights, and then she would have to make her layer disappear. her body grinded into the pole with pure shame covering her body in the form of sweat as the lights flashed onto her, eyes narrowing into a squint as the blinding light blinded her and she had to grab the pole, nearly slipping off the stage and letting a yelp come to her lips as she held on for dear life, her foot slipping but catching herself just before crashing to the ground. ”shit!”

[/b] she cursed out loud, her southern accent prominent as she pulled herself up, hissing with the pain that came to her muscles while the dancing on the other side continued. she got back onto the beat but it was already over and as soon as the light flashed off her and the music stopped, elise hopped off the stage and rushed around the group of men that were gathered, shaking her head with embarrassment as her cheeks flushed a bright red. [/div][/center]

[harvey benedict]

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And when she nibbles on me ear, It's partly pleasure, partly fear, Little dab is all it takes.

Harvey had been in charge of a bachelor party for a friend of his, his way of making up for not actually being able to go to the wedding itself since it happened on the same day as one of his brother’s birthdays and lord above if he missed that party his mother would spit fire at him. He loved his mom but she put too much weight on family get-togethers since they were supposed to be about spending time with family not everyone being in the same place at the same time on her command. No one argued with the woman though because her wrath tended to involve wooden spoons no matter how old you were and it hurt. He’d set up the bachelor party with all the staple items, there had been a request for a “classic” style party so beer, strippers, and a limo to cart their drunk asses around were all staple items. It was going good, everyone enjoying themselves her at the club where he’d arranged to have it and the guys both married and single were enjoying watching the women dance and getting louder and louder as they drank more and more. He wasn’t drinking to get drunk tonight with the guys, he was in charge of making sure they all got home safe and sound without any extra women that shouldn’t be going home with them.

Glancing around the club at the guys enjoying themselves then up at the women on stage one of them caught his eye. Not the one center stage taking everything off but one of the girls on the side and as he watched she nearly fell off the stage. Moving as if he was going to go over to help her out he stopped when one of the guys grabbed his shoulder shouting something about how much he loved him and he let the guys cheer to that as he kept an eye seeing her get her feet back under her. Glancing back at the guys once she seemed steady he chuckled and raised his own beer in salute before downing some looking back to see the woman coming off the stage. Ducking one of the guy’s arms he headed toward her careful not to reach out to avoid a bouncer thinking he was looking to get handsey. ”Hey miss? You okay?” he called out his own accent thick as he raised his voice above the music and sounds of the guys just wanting to be sure she was alright.

[ELISE SHERMAN]

don't call me up again

just to break me like a promise

a glance to the backstage area and she saw her manager giving her a head shake before wondering away, sighing as she knew that the tongue lashing would occur at some moment in time, elise started to make her way through the bar. she had to figure out a way to redeem herself, lower herself into the correct standards that were needed for moments like these. it was hard, there was no denying it because elise was a pride filled girl but the removing of clothing and grinding against a pole showed that she did have her limitations. rushing a hand through her wavy brunette tresses, she was startled by a voice and turned around to face the male, eyes wondering up and down him before nodding, ”just dandy.”

[/b] she hissed out, never having been good with anyone showing even an notion of care for her. elise was used to caring, she was used to being the caretaker but since she had turned fourteen, it had never been reciprocated and now her sister was still under the care of elise and her parents were who knows where at this point. her eyes wondered around the crowd of rowdy men, all eyes on every other woman in the bar but her and though that stung a little, it was a relief too. raising an eyebrow though, she stepped closer to harvey, ”elise or sugarpie..”[/b], her tone changing to an extreme distaste for her own stripper name, ”you want a lapdance or something?”[/b] she asked, moving around him in a half circle, standing behind him where a chair was located, gesturing to it. her boss was watching and elise knew it, she could feel his eyes on the back of her head and she needed to find a way to make herself attractive, make her seem wanted and keep one of her two degrading jobs. [/div][/center]

[harvey benedict]

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And when she nibbles on me ear, It's partly pleasure, partly fear, Little dab is all it takes.

Harvey was a man with an eye for business and an understanding of how things went. He would guess the woman who tripped would get in trouble before she got asked if she was okay by her boss, if her boss ever asked if she was okay. That was part of what drew him to being the one to ask if she was okay and the other part he couldn’t name at the moment but he’d figure it out later. Approaching her he knew he was subject to security coming over and asking him to back off but he was willing to risk it. When she turned around to him as he spoke to her he noticed her eyes shifting as she looked him over and had to wonder if maybe this profession was her cover for more basic wants in life unlike most women who claimed to work this kind of job just to cover expenses and life’s troubles. ”Alright. Just wanted to check since I saw your tumble up there.” he said with a nod ignoring the way her words were hissed at him. He didn’t take offense since she was probably more used to guys asking about her welfare more to get private shows than because they gave a shit. Looking at her as she stepped closer he lifted an eyebrow at her introduction then both at her question. ”That wasn’t why I approached you Elise. Just wanted to make sure you were okay after the thing up on stage. he said not going to admit he was a little tempted but not going to take advantage of the woman either. ”Harvey.” he said after a pause giving his name in return just in case she felt the need to use it.

[ELISE SHERMAN]

don't call me up again

just to break me like a promise

elise was confused about the male that was before her, he had chased after her but he did not seem to want anything more than a friendly hello and a small concern to her wellbeing—which was unusual. tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she waited for her offer to be approved of but when he spoke, her brows furrowed and she hissed out a solid, ”what?”

[/b] followed by a dry chuckle. she nodded to his name though, looking him over and tilting her head to the side as she had pegged him for something other than a harvey but she did not really think that her appearance matched her name either. giving a shrug, she gestured to the chair that was behind her, ”the offer still stands…you did come over here, right?”[/b], meaning that she had initially thought that he intended to get more than a public showing of her obvious curves. sighing softly, she scratched at the skin of her right arm with her left hand, a gesture that the girl did when she was nervous. her head turned as she heard the announcement voice indicating that another show would be given in about twenty minutes, her head whipped around, hair flying into her face and she reached up to pluck the strands that had attached to her glossed up lips, ”last chance..”[/b] she muttered, pointing to the chair once more to indicate what she meant. a hand was met across her backside, causing her to yelp and to turn around to lay a smack into the person’s cheek but her hand was stopped and her eyes grew wide, ”s-sorry sir., sorry I thought..”[/b], wincing to the tongue lashing that was being given by her boss whose grip was strong while wrapped around her delicate wrist.. [/div][/center]

[harvey benedict]

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And when she nibbles on me ear, It's partly pleasure, partly fear, Little dab is all it takes.

Harvy wasn’t a man who couldn’t appreciate a woman’s beauty, but the idea that all women were just there for men to oggle or use just wasn’t an idea he could agree with. He hadn’t approached her with the intention of playing the “nice guy” to get anything from her he’d wanted to check she was okay and just be the gentleman his mama raised him to be. When she hissed at him again he lifted an eyebrow at her not sure how she didn’t understand what he’d said, ”I was just askin if you were okay not tryin to get a private show. Wasn’t no angle in my question just curiosity or you bein okay.” he said more straightforward and to the point this time so she would get it. She offered again and he wondered how he was supposed to be a gentleman when she kept trying to convince a man to take less polite interest. It was part of her job he knew but still didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful to look at and he was a man after all with an interest in the female body. ”You seem more like you wanna give me a show then me askin for one.” he said with a light chuckle and glanced toward the stage at the announcement before back at her as she removed the hairs. ”Well…” he started to answer then glanced at the man who’d smacked her ass half worried it was one of the men there for their bachelor party but he didn’t recognize the face. She seemed too though and the grip the man had on her seemed like it wasn’t a friendly one so he cleared his throat a little loudly to get both of their intention. ”About that dance you were gonna show me? Is this a bad time or…?” he asked thinking maybe if the man supposed she was working he’d let her go.