A First Time For Everything (Frankie)

[hud]

April 6th, 2009

It was a Saturday night, and the comic shop had long since closed. That morning, Hud had received his latest royalty check on his book. It was nowhere near the level that somebody like Stephen King had, but to him? It was quite a bit of money. More importantly, however, was the fact that it was Hud's 21st birthday. He had planned to spend it with a pizza and his almost finished second book, but the other employees and regulars at the shop had thought otherwise. All day long, they had begged Hud to go out with them for once. After much poking and prodding, he agreed, and off they went. Unknowing to him, however, was the fact that they were going to one of the few places in the world he had never been: a strip club.

It had been 20 minutes since they entered the club, and already his friends had left him. After all, why should they stick together when there was boobs and booze everywhere? Just an ordinary soda was ordered - his medication said not to consume alcohol, after all - and then he went to take a seat all by his lonesome in a random corner booth.

"Well." He spoke to himself as he took a gulp of the Pepsi. "Happy birthday to me."

[frankie]

Frankie was dressed in a black leather hipster skirt and a black leather bustier top with red trimming on it. Her hair was piled high onto her head, and she was wearing bright red lipstick making her lips appear fuller than they ever were. Frankie was the owner of the night club/strip bar, and she had plenty of exotic stripper dancers, but sometimes, just sometimes she did some of her regulars a dance all by herself.

However, tonight so far, she had been behind the bar, however she hadn't noticed the rather nerdy looking bloke come into the bar, until she had came round from the opposite side. Her eye caught him almost immediately as she saw him making his way to one of the corner booths. Oh Frankie couldn't have that, especially when she heard him say those words, 'Happy Birthday to me', it sounded so forlorn, like he was lonely. Frankie couldn't allow that, especially not on his birthday.

"Gina, take the bar on this side for a few seconds will you love?" she shouted to one of her bar assistants and then made her way over to the booth where the young guy was sitting. She made her way over to the table, and on the opposite chair she lifted her foot up onto it, revealing the fact she was definitely wearing very little, and she turned her head to the side and looked at him.

"Now, this is hardly any way to celebrate your birthday big boy, how about I make it a little extra special for you?" she asked him in a sultry voice.

[hud]

Hud was more than happy to just sit there by himself while his friends went off on their own. It gave him time to think, because it wasn't as if he spent all day thinking as it was. His iPhone was slid out of his pocket and the Nintendo emulator was turned on. Maybe some Super Mario Brothers would allow him to pass the time and sort his thoughts while Jack and the others got their kicks.

"Now, this is hardly any way to celebrate your birthday big boy, how about I make it a little extra special for you?"

The voice was...erotic. Enticing. Extremely satisfying. Hesitantly, he raised his eyes up from the phone, catching sight of the black boot, then trailing up the milky white leg that was raised opposite of him. Up the bustier, the luscious chest, supple lips, and finally those enticing cat eyes.

"Uh..." With a thumb pushed against the screen, the game was paused, with his attention was brought elsewhere. "Well...um...that's...okay. Really. I don't have any money anyways." A lie. The iPhone, his moderately expensive if nerdy clothing, not to mention the way his eyes twitched when he obviously broke the truth. He was nervous. Inexperienced. Perhaps that's why he wasn't willing to throw his money out at any random woman. Especially this one.

[frankie]

Frankie continued to stand with her one foot on the chair opposite, quite clear to see easily the sort of underwear she wore, which tonight was a black lacy thong. She then lifted her hands up to unpin her hair allowing it to fall around her face and shoulders in cascades of waves while she waited for the guy to say something to her question, although it was hardly a question it had been more of a statement.

When he stammered a no of a reply, Frankie pretended to be hurt, by putting her hand across her heart, "Oh, how can you turn me down and on your birthday, I feel so... cheated" she said as she licked her lips, and then took her foot down off the chair and walked to stand in front of him. She then gently ran her fingers through his hair.

"No, it wasn't really a question, it was more of a statement big boy and from what I can see, you clearly have the money, but as I see it, it's your birthday, money is not an object for you tonight" she said, as she then moved the table away from the seat and squatted over him. "So, I'll say it again" as she leaned down toward his ear, "How about I make it extra special for you" she continued, as she allowed her lips to gently kiss his ear before pulling herself back up and looking directly into his eyes with her own very captivating ones.

[hud]

Lacy underwear. My lord. He had fully expected to come to the strip club and end up with his jeans growing tighter, but this? It was almost unbearable. Add in the sensual manner in which she let her hair fall around her and he thought that he was going to blow a blood vessel in his frontal lobe.

"What..." It was the only word that he seemed to be able to get out as she squatted over him, then moved in to his ear. With how close he was to her, Hud felt as if he had to have complete control over his own body. No sudden movements - heck, he wasn't going to move in any way. The kiss to his ear caused his skin to develop goosebumps, sure, but that was an involuntary movement!

"Well..." He stared at her in the eyes - her big, captivating eyes. "I...suppose I could part with some of it." A few hundred. A year ago, he wouldn't have even had the money, but now? Now he could throw it around. Not that he did, of course.

Slowly, he stood up, making sure to hide the growing in his jeans as best as he could. "Lead the way." He tried his best to put on a confident front, casually sliding his phone back into his pocket with a nervous smile. Fake confidence was so easy to see through.

[frankie]

Oh this boy was very unsure, shy, nerdy? She wasn't quite sure what the right word was to describe him yet, but he was certainly finding himself lost for words with her what could you call it? Charisma? Persuasion? It just made Frankie want him all the more, like she needed to teach him a lesson or two or something of that nature anyway. His stammered word of what just made Frankie all the more determined to show this guy a good time.

When he spoke about parting with some of his money, Frankie shook her head gently, her big lips in a pout before she spoke, "Not what I meant sugar, this one's on me, call it...a birthday treat" Frankie said as she winked at him and then ran her tongue over her full lips as she grabbed his hand in her own when he said 'lead the way'.

"Sure big boy" she replied as she walked with him to the dance floor where the podium was. Not only did they strip, they usually pole danced at the same time, only this time, Frankie wasn't just going to pole dance, this guy wouldn't know what hit him by the time she was finished with him.

Lifting up her leg, she used her foot to push a chair onto the floor next to the podium and then she gently pushed him down onto the chair, as she swung her leg round the podium with her left hand at the top of it and her right hand at the bottom of it. She then leaned forward so her face was mere inches away from him. "I thought I'd start with a private dance for a start" and then lifted her head back up as she swung round the podium a couple of times.

[hud]

Honestly, Hud wasn't quite sure what he was getting into. His only impression of strip clubs had come from movies and Grand Theft Auto IV, so he was at a bit of a loss in this situation. Funny, really, since he was usually the smartest guy in the room.

"I'm not all that big, you know. I MEAN...body wise." He spoke in reference to her constant affection, though he realized halfway through just what it could be taken as, thus his save. It didn't seem to matter, though, as he was pushed down into a chair, looking up at this goddess. The redness of his cheeks only increased when her face moved closer to his, his eyes moving down to stare at her lips as she spoke.

"Private?" He glanced around, noticing they were still on the main floor. He saw a couple of his buddies, and they had seen him, thus why they were now producing immature thumb-ups at him.

[frankie]

Frankie had to bite on her bottom lip to stop her from laughing when he said he wasn't all that big. He did make a good recovery, but still, she wasn't bothering about how big he thought he was. She didn't give a damn, in fact she was finding something rather endearing and intriguing about him, she wasn't sure what, but she was damn well going to find out exactly what. She swung round the podium once more and again stopped as she lunged down toward him, "Do you honestly think I'm the type to bother with something like that?" she asked as she raised her eyebrow at him.

She then held onto the pole with one hand, and swung her head back as she turned again and used her free hand to lift her hair up onto her head, before turning back around to face him again. "I eat men like you for breakfast, hmm, tasty" she said as she proceeded to pretend to bite his ear with her teeth, instead just running her teeth along the edge of his ear rather than actually biting it.

When he questioned the word private, she looked around and caught the immature glimpses of the 'so called friends' giving him the thumbs up. "Oh, well when I said private I meant just me to you, I don't do this for every customer you know, but if you really want a private dance" she said as she leaned back and used her free hand to unzip some of her bustier down to show more of her ample cleavage off, "Then follow me" she said, as she pulled him up off the chair and turned to his friends, or at least the guys she assumed to be his friends, and winked at them before dragging him off into her office.

She closed the door and locked it behind her, "Now this is what I call more private, don't you think?" she said winking at him as she pushed him up against her desk and then she realised what it was about him she found so fascinating as she caught the book on the edge of her desk, it was one of his. Not giving a rat's ass about the obvious age gap she closed the space between them by pressing her lips against his own.

[hud]

Something wasn't quite right. She was a stripper, sure, but the way that she was acting didn't seem quite stripper-ish. Of course, he had no idea HOW a stripper was supposed to act, but his instinct told him that it wasn't as intimately as this.

The goosebumps that started at his ear due to her teeth ran down along his neck, his chest, then to his arms. It was the third time tonight that he had such an experience. Funny, really, considering he was sweating, so it definitely wasn't the fact that he was cold.

For now, all he could do was follow, especially when she made it so enticing with her massive amount of cleavage. Of course, the "back room" wasn't exactly what he was expecting, what with it being an office at all. He fell back against the desk, his hands coming up behind him to reflexively grab onto the edge. A glance was given over to the open book next to him, featuring his picture on the inside cover. Oh, great.

"Wai--" But then her pillowy lips were against his own. For a moment, he freaked out, and that brought with it his powers. The wood on the desk behind him began to heat up around his hands, the wood splintering quickly before finally a small section fell off. He took the sudden accident as an opportunity to move away, taking a seat in her office chair.

"Do you always kiss every customer?" He wasn't even going to address the fact that a small edge of her desk was now smoking in a section of ash.