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Post by MAXINE DANFIELD on Jan 22, 2012 0:49:32 GMT -5
 Max smiled, waving and blowing a kiss to the crowd as she linked arms with her fellow dancers and walked off stage, though the calm collection she showed while dancing was quickly shoved aside as she instantly grabbed for her robe, tossing it over her arm as she quickly ditched the outfit for her previous number. Before she even started getting re-dressed she was pushing things around trying to find a fan that she needed for her next number, biting her lip, she quickly just pulled on the bra for her upcoming number, she turned, instantly running around the backstage looking for the damned fan. It wasn’t like her to loose things, but all it really took was someone picking it up and moving it for things to get misplaced. Sighing angrily she grabbed one of the other dancers by the shoulders, rapidly asking if they had seen it, when they hadn’t she rolled her eyes, shoving them aside and once again looking for it. Eventually she began to hop, sliding on her tights as until she stumbled, falling flat onto her buttock. She grunted as she the floor, looking around with a “what just happened” expression. Shaking her head, she put her hands on one of the other girl’s vanities, pulling herself up, she saw it. She smiled, grabbing it she ran back toward her area, shrugging off her robe she tossed it onto the chair, bending over to look at herself in the mirror, she grabbed her blush, just doing a touch up. Another girl was reaching to grab something of hers and she just glanced at them, before exchanging the blush in her hand for lipstick, once again just touching up, she slipped the cap back on, puckering and blowing a kiss she smiled, standing back up, she glanced at herself in the mirror fully now. She adjusted the bra, than bent over to fix her tights. Maxine was far from being overly self-confident in her looks, but she could admit at five foot ten, and a hundred and something pounds, she looked great. Some could probably argue that she needed to put on a few pounds but she would just disagree, yes she was skinny but it was all muscle. Spending most of her free time, either designing, or working out, her abdominals were extremely toned, and she was damn proud of how she looked.
She picked up her fan, in one swift movement it spun open, and she lightly fluttered it, hiding her face so just her eyes peeked out from over the red and black lace. Hearing the call to stage she grinned, turning on her heel, she snapped the fan shut. She got one step into moving toward stage when she bumped into someone. “Hey! Watch where you are going!” she snapped in her thick accent. Looking down at the girl who was now blocking her way, she put her hand on her hips. “Um, costumers really aren’t supposed to be back here you know.” Now the accent had died a little but still she rolled through her words with a deadly snap, showing that she was a little more than upset that her way was being blocked.
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Jan 22, 2012 11:11:16 GMT -5
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A small frown teased her lips as she stormed through the club. The bouncer had let her in no problem, and Charlotte Hirth was grateful for that, but that didn’t make her feel any less self-conscious. Whenever she entered the Velvet Revolver, she always felt as though she wasn’t pretty enough for Porter, considering he only picked the most attractive girls to dance at his club. And she also knew for a fact that Porter was attractive and many of the girls here wished they could do naughty things to him. Charlotte was the only one who could lay a hand on him, and even though she knew this, she often felt insecure. These women were prettier and sexier then she would ever be and already, even in one of the sexiest pieces she owned, she felt as though she was nothing. Grabbing a tumbler of rum as she passed, she glared at one of the barely dressed women. Sure, she knew the older dancers referred to as ‘the bitch’ while the newer ones explained that she was probably judged too quickly, but that was alright. She could care less what some of these women thought of her. Charlotte was friends with one or two of the dancers, the ones that respected her insecurities and told her everything that was going on behind stage. Sighing, she pulled one of the bouncers aside and asked where her dear fiancé was. The bouncer, who looked like he barely passed high school, mentioned he had seen Mr. Middleton back stage in his office last. She bid him farewell and immediately went to search for Porter. Normally, she wouldn’t be caught dead in the club, but this was a very important night for him. She couldn’t remember why, but had come anyway, and was regretting that decision. She hated the way people looked and judged her.
Going through the backdoor, she smiled at one of the few girls she liked and looked around. Whoops, wrong door. That just meant she would be wandering around until she found the office door, which was alright with her. Walking towards the way she deemed the right direction, she kept her head held high and walked with an attitude. It smelt like cheap perfume and she hated that smell. But a body knocked harshly into her and Charlotte glared at the tan woman, noticing a thick accent escaping the woman’s lips. Obviously, this girl was new and had no idea who exactly she was. Well, that would be explained, no problem. ”I’ll be sure to tell any customers that if I see them. Because, you know, I would have missed the five signs I already passed” she snapped, feeling her blood rise. The last thing she wanted was an argument, but she was already pissed she was here at this place. Anyways, the girl’s accent was thick with annoyance, and Charlotte hated people thinking that she purposely walked into someone. Like she wanted to be covered with cheap perfume and glitter all the time. ”What are you starring at? The sooner you move, the sooner you can dance your little whore-ish dance and the sooner I can see my fiancé.” Charlotte snapped, feeling her blood pressure rise. Her doctor tried telling her to control her temper, but that seemed impossible right now.
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Post by MAXINE DANFIELD on Feb 1, 2012 3:12:47 GMT -5
She knew that if she didn't get on stage soon they would have to send out another dancer, which with being new, Max truly didn't want and normally she was nothing but professional when working but she could tell by the tone in the woman's voice that her wishes of just doing what needed to be done to keep her job were thrown out the window. She glared, "Like signs have really stopped anyone from doing anything. Especially when there were beautiful women around." Back home, a sign wouldn't stop any one that was willing enough to try to come backstage in such a place, but true back home the clubs like the velvet revolver also didn't have bouncers and the girls were a lot less protected. Either way she wasn't about to just let this woman walk on past, it just wasn't in her to let someone snap at her than let them walk away. She was trying to keep her temper user control but when the woman finally snapped not only insulting what Max did but also finally giving away her identity, Max grinned, bending over a tiny bit to bring herself closer to the other girls height she smirked. "I could go and do the one thing you will never be pretty enough to do if you could just move, but seeing as it doesn't look like your going to," Max straightened up to her full above average height and looked down at the girl with an evil grin and a glare in her eye, "I can just go tell Porter your keeping one of his employees from working. I am sure he would love to hear that his fiancée was making it so I cannot do my job." Her grin faded a little toward being smug as she waited to hear what this woman had to say next.
wearing thissorry this sucks on my way home from a training clinic and couldnt sleep so I wrote this up on my phone
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Feb 6, 2012 19:02:54 GMT -5
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Charlotte could care less what happened to this girl. This girl was nothing to her, just a dancer with ugly features that she couldn’t stand. How Porter could let his standards of business drop so far was beyond her. Seriously, as she took in the features of this girl, she couldn’t believe that Porter had let her walk through the gates. She rolled her eyes at the stupid comments that somehow came out of the girl’s mouth. ”Obviously Porter has let his standards of women drop if you’re here,” she hissed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. ”And considering I’m the fiancé, I know what he likes and when he likes it” that was the truth. Porter had one of the biggest appetites ever in the sex category and she knew how to please. A musical instrument began in the background and she grinned, realizing that the dancer had missed her cue. That was quiet alright with her, considering that would make this other girl fired or something of the sort. Like Charlotte cared about what the foreigner went through. Biting the inside of her cheek, insecurities flamed up inside of her and she blinked. ”Well, at least I don’t strip for money, bitch. I get money the old fashion way; actually having a job” her tempered flared high as she glared at her. ”I’m sure that he wouldn’t give a shit because, as you mentioned, I’m his fiancé and therefore I could blame everything on you. After all, you told me I’m not allowed back here when in reality, I can be considered co-owner of the place. The smugness was evident in the other woman’s voice and Charlotte just wanted to kick her. The attitude she was receiving right now was completely rude and she almost had the decent mind to go and get her fired. Yet the spark in her that had been hidden for so long was finally coming out and Charlotte like being able to argue…except not with this bitch.
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