i know you're dancing just for me (tag farah)

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Dog liked the strip clubs in Vegas because they were the halls of royalty in his beloved, luminescent, tawdry little town. Showgirls and strippers, call girls and whores, they were the queens of Las Vegas when the lights came on. He loved to watch them hold court, and yes, partake of their favors when they offered them. He was, after all, just a man...and he was particularly good at finding the purest, most beautiful girls among the Sin City trash.

Tonight was no exception. He was in a distant corner far removed even from Freemont Street, grinning up at the glaring neon sign watching as a female form flash back and forth between suggestive poses meant to call the male animal inwards to the fleshy delights that awaited.

The place reeked of Desperation. By the time he left, it would be as it was meant to be: a joyous celebration of the body and all its pleasures.

Walking in, Dog paid the cover with a smile and found himself a table stageside (not hard when he conjured a few bills for the smiling waitresses in barely-there skirts). Sitting back with a beer on order, he eyed the glittering mylar fringe curtain and the pole at the center of the stage, waiting to see what the night held for him this time.

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Not long after he sat down, the lights dimmed as the girl who was on stage made her way off. There would only be a couple minutes of waiting before they came on again, flashing over the stage as some guy told everyone to put their hands together for a name that was lost among the cheers.

When the girl made her way onto the stage, she did with a burst of low bass, the sensual beat vibrating through the crowd as she strutted her way to the pole. Dressed in a barely there gangster dress that molded perfectly to her petite frame, she flashed a pretty little smirk at the crowd, blowing a kiss before executing a twirl around the pole that sent her long dark curls flying around her.

She danced with natural ease, aware of herself and the men who were watching her as she gave them something to watch. She knew her way around the pole as she twisted and twirled around it, even ending upside down at one point with her leg wrapped around it and nothing else holding her up. As she slid down, she tilted her head back as she plucked her hat off her head and tossed it into the crowd.

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Jackpot.

Dog watched the girl dance, taking in her self-possessed beauty and the fresh look in her eye that bespoke a girl who hadn't quite been beaten down yet. Even if she didn't know it, there was hope there, and he got off on it.

When she threw her hat out, with a smirk Dog crooked a finger at it, using a small brush of power to send it into his waiting hand as he reached up to catch it. Catching her eye from his seat, he waved to her with it with a broad, toothy grin.

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Her eyes landed on the man who had her hat and she smirked at the wide toothy smile as she tilted her head back, laying on her back as she moved her hands to the front of her dress. Giving it a yank as she arched her back, the front flew open, revealing the lingerie underneath much to the pleasure of the men who cheered.

Sliding out of the dress, she rolled over, moving to her hands and knees before making her way to her feet in a graceful move. The thin lace really didn't leave much to the imagination but that was the point, wasn't it?

Grabbing onto the pole, she looked over at the man with another smirk before she swung around the pole once more. Another few moves as the song melted into another one and she continued to captivate the crowd. Soon the bra was gone, tossed towards the back of the stage.

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Dog watched eagerly as the clothing fell away, admiring her as she danced, the way her hips swayed and her hair fell, dark against pale skin, arching her back to display her breasts to full advantage, tossing her clothes around like she was throwing money.

As she worked the pole and the men in the front row, with a wicked grin Dog tipped his head and pursed his lips, as though blowing a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

As he did, a chill wind danced across Farah's bare back, and Dog watched with hungry eyes as that pale, flawless skin broke out in goosebumps.

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And with those goosebumps came a disguised shiver though one could see it if they were looking close enough. It was an unusual feeling, especially since the club was usually overly warm.

Wetting her lips with a little flick of her tongue, she went about finishing her song, drawing close to the edge where the men who were close enough could tuck bills into the strings of her underwear. They were never allowed to touch her inappropriately but there were the odd ones who tried and they usually found themselves kicked out rather quickly if they tried. Luckily, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior even as they drooled over her.

Slinking slowly towards where Hat-Man was, she smirked while tilting her head, shifting to slide on her hip as she slowed down in front of him.

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Grinning as she drew near, Dog leaned over, kissing the fingers of one empty hand...

...then before her eyes, pulled a hundred out of thin air and tucked it into the side of her panties, brushing the skin with the fingers he'd kissed as he did.

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It wasn't like she hadn't seen a parlor trick before but her brows still lifted in slight surprise when he pulled the hundred dollar bill from the air. Then, there it was again, another trail of goosebumps racing through her skin.

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment even as she slipped away. A few more twirls and then she was done, blowing a kiss at the crowd as she slipped through the curtains.

Letting out a little breath, she grabbed her bra, sliding it back on before heading to find an outfit to wear as she went about her rounds on the floor. Just another hour or two, then she could go. Also, she couldn't deny she was a bit curious about the guy who had her hat.

Making her way onto the floor in a tiny black dress that gave the illusion of nearly being sheer, she paused as she looked around.

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After a little looking, she caught sight of her hat twirling on a finger attached to a familiar smiling face, now leaning against the bar.

Lifting his hand, Dog crooked a finger at her in silent invitation.

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It was possible that he wanted a dance or something like that, so she made her way towards him with a little smirk.

"You know you have to give that back, right?" She asked as she slid up to join him, tilting her head.

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His smile grew impossibly wider, fresh and filled with pure and quiet joy that seemed to roll off him in waves as he playfully set it atop her head at a rakish angle.

"An opportunity I've been waiting for with baited breath, little sister." he drawled, pausing for a sip of his beer. "Can I procure you a drink before I talk a little business in the interest of holding onto your company?"

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"A little business?" She arched a brow at him, tilting her head as she gave him the once over. He was cute and charming.

"I'm not leaving to join another club." She guessed he was there to try hiring her and she shrugged with a cute smile. "Sorry."

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He laughed pleasantly, shaking his head. "I mean your business, sweetheart. Can't imagine your boss would let you have a drink with me for free, am I right?"

He leaned in a little, his smile turning mischievous.

"And if you're not opposed, I'd like to make ya a little...well, let's call it a wager. This is, after all, a gambling town."

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"Oh." Farah blinked, then laughed it off even if she felt a bit silly for misunderstanding him but then she nodded. "You're right. I'm on the clock, so you have to pay for the time."

Intrigued by the mischief even if she shouldn't be, she arched a brow with a chuckle. "Yes, it is. What's the wager?"

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"Well, I know you girls are wont to spin yarns." he began with an overly casual shrug of his shoulders. "Play a part for the customers, as it were...I'm lookin' to meet a few real women. So here's the wager, simple and to the point: I'll pay you handsomely for a lap dance or several, that's a given. Now, here's the wager: I'm gonna try to show you something no human eyes have ever seen before, nor will they ever see again. If I can do it, we'll talk while you work...honest answers, real conversation. If I can't do it? You do your job, take your money, and you never have to see me again."

He offered her his hand to shake on it, that wicked glint still in his eye. "Are we agreed, little sister?"

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The corners of her mouth twitched as he said that he was looking for a few real women which she thought was odd considering he was in a strip club. This was about the last place you looked for a real woman in but she figured he knew that since he was attempting to make a wager with her.

Intrigued by the wager and the wicked glint in his eye, she reached to take his hand. "Agreed."

Then she switched her hold on his hand, turning. "Come along, big brother." She chuckled, moving to lead him through the crowd and the tables as she started towards the right side of the club into a short hallway. "We'll take a private room." She nodded as she went into the last door on the left.

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Dog knew perfectly well what he sounded like, what the whole damn thing looked like, but he didn't much care. It was all part of the lie that spoke to larger truths...and she'd said yes, so...

Allowing himself to be led, Dog's smile never wavered as she steered him down the hallway and nodded to the door. Moving ahead of her, he turned the knob and opened it, ushering her ahead of him.

"Ladies first."

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She paused briefly in amused surprise as he held the door open for her. "Thank you."

The room was lit with dim lights that seemed to come from everywhere thanks to the mirrors that were everywhere lining the walls. There was a circular cushioned seat in the middle of the room and she motioned for him to sit down.

"So what kind of questions are you askin?"

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"Any that can be conceived...any that I choose. None you'll be uncomfortable answering, or so is my hope." he replied, taking in the room as he turned to face her without sitting down.

Casually, he pulled a sealed bag of M&M's from his pocket.

"And because I'm a fair man, you can ask me anything you like in return, and I'll answer truthfully."

Tearing open the bag, he shook a bright blue candy into his hand, nearly black in the muted light. He lifted it, displaying it with that same wicked smile.

"Sealed in its bag...no human eyes have seen this tasty treat before."

He paused, then popped the candy into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"And now, none shall ever see it again." he grinned, offering her an M&M with the same jolly smile.

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Watching him as he pulled out a bag of M&Ms, she arched a brow with an amused smile as she realized what he was doing and then she laughed. "Sneaky, aren't you?"

Sliding closer to him, a little smirk played over her lips as she reached out to place her hand on his shoulder after he sat down. Pressing her knee between his legs, intimately close between his thighs, she arched closer so that he had a good view down her sheer dress.

"Are you going to share?" She asked coyly.

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Grinning, Dog caught her hand and shook a few M&M's into it gamely before he pocketed the candy...and openly admired the view laid out before him.

"So what's your name?" he asked, lightly curling his hands into loose fists atop his thighs so he wouldn't be tempted to reach out and touch.

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She danced the same way she did on the stage, with natural ease and to tease him. To show him what he wanted to touch though the rule was that he couldn't.

Of course all dancers had their stage names but she knew that wasn't what he was asking for. Telling him her real name could be dangerous if he was some kind of creep but there was something charmingly innocent about him.

Lifting her hand, she brushed her fingers lightly against his lip, pressing a candy there for him if he opened his mouth. "Farah."

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Gamely, his lips parted, accepting the candy with a smile as he chose to look her in the eye then, and not stare at her body instead.

"You're not from Sin City, are you, Farah?" he asked with a curious tilt of his head, his smile softening with good-natured warmth as he sucked on the candy absently while he gazed into her face.

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"No, I'm not." She replied with a low chuckle, executing a slow turn as she slid her hands over his knees. Dipping down low, she tilted her head to the side before doing a slow roll up.

Straightening, she took a couple steps away as she pulled at the thin straps of her dress, sliding them down so the dress could fall and leave her in the lingerie she had been wearing before. The thin scraps of lace that did little to hide what was underneath.

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...oh, she was cute. Only answering the question asked...yeah, he liked this girl.

"Where are you from, then?" he asked, his eyes moving to take her in from head to foot and back again, admiring more than just the slim curves and sinful lingerie. She was young, fresh, and playful. Some of what was there, it was real, and he could feel it with every breath he drew into his lungs, taking her energy along with the oxygen and feeling that same energy leave him to fill the room with a strange sort of warmth that had little to do with lust.

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Kicking the dress aside, she made her way towards him again, reaching to take her hands to push them aside so she could slide onto his lap.

"Texas." She answered, leaning her back against him, allowing his body to cradle her own as she rocked her hips in a slow circle so that she pressed against him teasingly.