Out Clubbing [P]

[Katelyn Coralie]

I can play, too.

She smiled wider at his kind words, flashing him some pearly whites. "It doesn't offend at all. I'm probably called that more than my own name, after all." Kat spoke, following his motions and gestures as he went along. "You're right at that. I may be nothing but a lowly stripper, but I'm a lady." Her smile turned to a feigned pout, pink lips turning in a false frown. Now, her eyes trailed from him to the copious amounts of money in the safe. She wasn't one to care about monetary pleasures - sure, they were nice, but she wasn't really the materialistic type. However, the large sum of bills was impressive. She had to give it that.

Katelyn took his hand resting on her leg and pulled it to trail up her body. "You take just what you came for, and then leave someone like me behind? I know we just met, but that's a little harsh." She said breathily through lowered eye lids. "I think even Stalin would find this cruel." She teased. Heavily. "Wouldn't it be torture to never see me again?" He couldn't just let her off the hook like this; She was just getting started.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

"Now, I am in no position to say what Stalin would think is cruel or not, but..." He paused at that, his breath hitching just slightly as he suddenly felt her grab his hand, and his fingers got to enjoy the feel of her smooth skin, all the way from her waist up to her neck, and every inch in between. His eyes narrowed at her, trying to sense what sort of game she could be playing, but his own mind couldn't quite place it. Then again, this sort of treatment was unusual for him. Living on his own, on the run, it seemed... intoxicating. Moreso than any other drink could ever offer him. "Who says I was planning on leaving you behind?" He asked under his breath, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, his whole form - evident even in his bare torso, from the firm pectorals to the strong abdominal muscles - burning a warm, red color.

Slowly, he placed the stack of bills in his hand down at the table, and pushed it aside, freeing up both his hands, as his attention fell fully upon the woman sitting before him. With just a single half-step forward, he found himself right in front of her, facing her completely, bare upper-body out in the open, his hands slowly hovering down so each one gently grazed a thigh, before resting on either side of them. "I can't say how much time we'd have to ourselves here, what with it being... dangerous territory," he spoke, gesturing to the collapsed body on the floor, "But a little risk didn't hurt anyone too much. Not to mention that I would, in fact, like to see you again. If not for the excitement, then to just enjoy the lovely company... and the view I get every time I see you. Even if it's barely been an hour." He grinned cheekily, not daring to tear away even a single eye from hers. The desire to ransack the place of every penny daunted his mind, but somehow, she managed to such his attention completely away from it. For now.

"And what do you have in mind?"

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

She was satisfied with herself at his bodies reaction, her own cheeky grin creeping on her maw. All eyes were on her and that was just the way she liked it. Kat moved her hands to graze his jawline with her fingertips. Her whole body was throbbing and felt chills, her own heart pounding hard in her bosom; a certain heat came over her and she flushed, too. She'd drag him over the coals, to hell and back, as long as she could.


Katelyn leaned in to his neck, drawing the very tip of her tongue along the exposed flesh - all the way from the base back to his ear; Just as before. "Well," She breathed into him, "You are, or were, the customer. Whatever is best for you, sir." She said, giving his jawline a little kiss. "I've only got one thing on my mind, after all."

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

Once again, the stiffness from before, as she moved into him. Her own hand, small and tender, felt just slightly cooler against his skin, but it was quickly replaced by a wandering tongue, and a warm breath that hit his ear, those whispers she uttered sending a new wave of chills down his spine, and back up. He knew, and she knew, that his attention was falling all on her. It was hard not to - when you have someone doing such things to you the way she did, a lesser man would buckle immediately. His mind raced, thinking of what he could want from this, more than he was already getting, and with a heavy breath, he calmed himself just enough to speak.

"Of course, the customer would want you all to himself," he spoke slowly, turning his head to face her, his own breath now hitting her skin as she hovered oh-so-closely to him. Once more, a hand slid up, along her leg, thigh, and stopped at the curve of her side, the thumb teasing circles along any tender spot it could reach. "A private show, perhaps. I'll tip you beautifully," he grinned at that, knowing of the money the safe held for the two of them, "But that's because you deserve it in the first place. For all your... help." He accented the 'help' with the briefest of grazes of his lips against her cheek. His mind, however, couldn't keep itself off the foreboding words she whispered to him, and his curiosity got the best of him. "And what's on your mind, Kitten?"

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

Now to reel him in. Kat smiled at his responses and question, then pulled away; She hopped off of the desk and shook her money maker to the other side of the room - away from him. "Ahhh, well. I guess we'll never know." She spoke slyly - she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He needed to linger, baited on her every sound, movement, and breath. "Or, rather, you won't." Katelyn leaned against a nearby wall, listening for any noise downstairs in the mean time. It was silent - they were closing things up, and the would be looking for her. She did just vanish after all.


Turning her attention back to him, she spoke, "I'd only need one of your tips, comrade. I'm not a whore, and virginity comes with a steeper price than a pretty penny. You'd have better luck buying off one of our private entertainers." Just like that, she was cold. Another test. She wanted to see if he would back off for good or come hunting for more.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

Her sudden movement away felt like someone tore a piece of himself from Sergei. His hand almost refused to release her side, but alas, she moved well-away from his position, causing his eyes to, again, fall upon her hips as they swayed with every single step she took. Hypnotic, almost, but the sudden absence of her presence right before him snapped out of his stupor. Just barely. If not for the pleasant perfume that kept reminding him of her still wafting through the air, he would've been able to try and forget. But that wasn't an option. With a sigh, he quickly moved to action. He worked in silence, pondering her words, as he stepped over the collapsed form of the man, and with a heave, dragged him over to the desk chair, slumping him down in a position mirroring that of a passed out man. He approached the safe, and stuffed his pockets full with bills - not every single dollar was taken, as that would be overkill, but enough.

And finally, he turned back to her, closing the safe behind him with a sweep of his leg. From his pocket, he pulled out a thick stack of bills, and took several long strides to move up to the female. His bright smile was replaced with a neutral gaze, his eyes locked onto hers as she would see a glint of determined discipline behind them. "If I wanted to just sleep with a random entertainer here, I would have," he started, finally approaching her as she was against the wall, "But that's not why I'm here. I had a job. And you helped." His lips flicked into a tiny smile, and his free hand moved up to slide a gentle thumb along her jawline. The other, however, pressed against her hip, sliding up along the front of her v-string, then back to the side. A single finger slipped under the strap of the lingerie, as if to tease them off, but instead, had the cash slid right in, held against her body. Her share of the cut.

"I didn't come here to take anything of yours, nor will I plan to if you have no wish for it," he continued, not moving a single muscle away from her, but in no way keeping her from leaving. "You just managed to be in the right place at the right time. And now, you've caught my attention." He grabbed her hand gently, and brought it up to give it a kiss. "But are you truly going to say no to indulging the man who's become so stricken by you?"

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

The chills came back in new waves, cascading over her body and mind. She lost the powerful demeanor - for now. Now she was putty in his hands. What she wouldn't give to be alone with this perfect stranger. Then he teased her - strapped to her side being a large sum of cash. Who was she to refuse free money? Kat pulled it from her side and examined it before securing under the, apparently strong, elastic. She would decide what to do with this later, but she wished that she had a place to hide it from the bouncers she would inevitably pass. Kat would work it out.

Her hand received the softest of kisses from the strongest among men, and it was enough to make her genuinely blush and smile. Nothing 'so seductive' entailed as before, just sincerity. "Well...you flatter me." She said to him in a gentle tone, leaning back into him. This man was unforgettable, and she wasn't about to chase him off herself. She was melting. "I guess I can't turn away someone like you just yet." She assured, resting her forehead against his. She hoped to keep that acquired attention; Kat leaned in and let her lips graze his - soft at first, then deep and soulful.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

"I'd like to think we've got that in common here," he whispered into the air, "One of a kind." Then, the soft touch of her lips, tender at first, but suddenly enveloping his own in full, her breath hitting his as he was finally able to taste the elusive woman for himself. Like a dream, he thought, as his hands snaked their way around her waist, hips, and to the small of her back. With a pull, he pressed her lithe form to his, feeling her barely-covered front push against his, skin against skin, to an almost mind-numbing degre-

Then the sound of a bump was heard against the wall. Sergei snapped out of his stupor, pulling himself away from this angel, and with a hand on hers, pulled her to the doorway leading out of the room. He dared not leave just yet, his mind racing, as he devised an escape plan. From his pocket, he pulled out a fat wad of cash, and waved it in the air. "I am too drunk. Tried to walk into this room thinking it was made for customers. I'll be belligerent, and say you're leading me out. If that fails," he paused, his other hand snaking down to his brass knuckle, "I'll go down fighting, and you get away. I'll meet you behind the club if we get lost." He gave her a confident smile, and a final kiss, before stepping out of the room.

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

Katelyn was lost in their, seemingly long-awaited, tender kiss. She slid her hands all over him, memorizing him under her fingertips and exchanging her air with his - then the knock. Shit. She'd been so lost in their games she forgot all about the bouncers inevitably catching up with her. Kitty kat wasn't two steps ahead this time. The intrusive knocking caused her new found lover to tear himself from her and a different kind of tension to rise in the air - one that wasn't so hot.

Without further ado, she was pulled after him, trotting a little clumsily in her stiletto's as she was still in their daze. She decided to trust him - had he really given her a reason not to yet? Kat would follow his lead and play along. Their lips met and like that he was through the doorway and she was left trying to keep up behind him.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

Sergei stumbled out of the manager's office, careening forward to practically knock himself over against the opposing wall, before regaining himself. A gale of hiccups erupted from his throat, as his hands searched the wall for anything to grab ahold of and pull him fully up - to no avail. It was a struggle, grunts and pants erupting from his lips, as a slurred voice erupted from his throat, feigning blackout-drunk mannerisms, "Gahrdammit, K-K-Katty," he took a deep breath, and shot up, swaying left and right, before facing the end of the hallway, where the stairs leading down was. There, stood one of the bouncers, already making his way to the belligerent Russian.

"Y-You told me zhis whush... o-or whush it the bartenderrr," he slurred on, taking a few steps forward toward the bouncer, a single finger raised up at the man. Quite large, he was. Not as tall as Sergei, but about as thick, who wasn't expecting anything of the sort to be happening in the manager's office. "Sir! I thought thish... was the private r-r-rooms...!" He stumbled forward, practically into the arms of the man, who shoved the flailing Russian aside, causing him to collapse to his knees on the ground. The bouncer turned to Katelyn, and just as he was about to utter something, two flashes of brass hit the air, followed by two thuds, and the collapse of the man, two heavy bruises lining his jaw. "Christ, I hate doing that," muttered the Russian, cracking his knuckles as he stood over the collapsed man. "Ladies first?"

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

It was difficult to withhold giggles as he feigned the stereo-typical drunk. She wasn't sure the bouncer was buying it, but at least he had the element of surprise. Katelyn watched the pathetic event unfold, collapsing and slurring and gagging - she wasn't sure she wanted to see the day he /was/ blackout drunk. Sergei had collapsed into the bouncers arms, only to be tossed to the floor.

Then, from his resting place, he had shot up and knocked the lights out of the bouncer in a matter of seconds. That much couldn't stop her from giggling to herself. What a catch. Katelyn took his hand and stepped over the fallen hulk, as graceful as ever - a bit out of place for the situation. "Where are we going to go?" Her voice held more excitement and not enough worry. That would probably get her killed one day.

She made it to the top of the stairs, ahead of him, and staring right back up at her were two huge bouncers. Kat swallowed hard, having been surprised by these two men; They both charged up the stairs in a hell storm, leaving Kat unsure of what to do, frozen.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

"We head for the same way I got in," was all that he could say, reaching her, before his eyes met the two pairs charging up at the two of them. Thinking quickly on his feet, he did the first thing that came to mind. As those two came careening up, he crouched down before the knocked-out bouncer, and straining with all his might, tried to pull him up. The squat brought out every muscle in his body to full-flex, from his arms, showing off the biceps and triceps, to his abdominal muscles, straining and matching the intensity of his pectorals. With a heave, he shoved the bouncer toward the stairs, and pushed the body down. It rolled, catching the two bouncers by surprise, just enough for them to be sent falling, tripping over the limp form of the poor guy who made the mistake of confronting the Russian.

"Watch your step," he spoke out, as his footsteps stomped down every step of the way. He paused at each of the bouncers, still regaining themselves from the fall. One had the first bouncer lying over his form, while the other managed to break free, but just as he was about to yell and thrash out at the assailant, Sergei brought a hard, solid kick of his boot right to the side of the head. Out, like a light. Standing over the forms, he reached out for Katelyn, grabbing her by the hand, and pulling her into his arms, sweeping her over the three forms at the bottom of the stairs, before making a dash for the corridor at the other end of the room.

The place hadn't closed fully, but it was getting there, as sparse customers were around. Once they could reach the hallway, they'd just have to move to the very end, and bam, freedom, in the alleyway behind the club. So close, he thought, as he ran the way to the destination, the lovely Kitten within reach at all times.

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

Katelyn pretty much hid behind him the whole time. She wasn't much of a fighter - especially against three men about the size of Sergei. She was a smooth talker though. She watched the effects of violence unfold before her and the Russian came out as the winner - it was like trying to wrestle with a bear. She placed her trust in him and he didn't fail her.

Swept off her feet, literally and metaphorically, the pair made a mad dash for the exit. Lucky for them, strippers never wanted to get involved and the only men standing guard were heavily drunk customers getting sucked off or too wasted to keep their eyes open. It was the perfect crime.

Just like that, they were out, bursting into the shadowed alleyway as she caught her breath. It was almost too easy, she thought; However, she was sure the cops would be after them. That would pose as a problem. Not only that, but she was wearing nothing but stiletto's, pasties, and a v string - and they were obviously near the public eye now. She couldn't exactly go back in and get clothes. "Now what?" She asked him, peering up at him through cobalt eyes.

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[Sergei Zaharov]

SERGEI ZAHAROV

The cool air hit his form, as he realized he had worked up a bit of a sweat. Truer words hadn't been spoken, as he stood tall, looking left and right to make note of anyone nearby - no one, for now. He had an arm around her, the hand resting at her hip, keeping her close and safe as he spent a few seconds thinking to himself the plan, his mind still racing and the adrenaline still pumping. "We can make it to my place through alleys, it's not far. Stay away from the streets." He nodded at that, then looked down at her to realize she was wearing almost nothing.

He threw back his shoulders, and let his jacket slide off. "Wear this. You'll stay warm. And it's big enough to cover everything," he told her, and he was right. Being the big guy he was, it managed to cover her from her shoulders to almost her lower-thighs. It was warm, having been worn by him the whole day, and smelled like him - small tinge of vodka, an herbal essence, and a light musk that accompanied a working man. He held her hand tightly, and led the way, alleyway through alleyway, staying off the roads as sirens could be heard off in the distance.

His apartment complex wasn't the classiest on the outside, as they managed to make it to the back entrance of it. "Top floor, end of the hallway," he explained to her. Their trek through the alleys wasn't long, nor hard, but the exact location of his home was just off the radar enough to keep them safe, as long as they needed to be.

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[Katelyn Coralie]

----- I can play, too-----

Katelyn accepted the jacket with a sense of modesty, pulling it by the insides to cover her frame. She had found the smell comforting, burying her face into the warmth it gave - she found herself feeling sentimental, and then wondered why she felt it. Shaking the thought away, she followed after him through all of the twists and turns that the back alleyways gave them - leave it to living in New York.

Her eyes cast to stare up at the medium sized building - It was always better to build up rather than out in the city. She made her way into one of the side entrances; It was dead quiet, everyone was presumably asleep in the building, but they were what went bump in the night. Kat quickly located the thin stairway and made her way up - gotta give her credit for being able to sprint in 6 inch heels and continuously climb up and down stairs in them, all after dancing and serving for hours. She deserved a massage after all of this, damn it.

In no time flat, she reached the top floor. It held a long, thin hallway with dingy carpeting and over a dozen numbered apartments. Following the instructions he had given her prior she made her way down the corridor, all the way to the apartment facing the entrance of the stairs at the end. This must be it. Patiently, she waited for him to open it.

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