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bakerstreet2026-06-09 08:32 pm
vibez) wrote in bakerstreet2026-06-09 08:32 pm
See you stripped
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What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) This is important: include whether you want your character to be the PERFORMER or AUDIENCE or BOTH.
3) Your character is in some kind of stereotypical (or not so stereotypical) Stripper encounter.
4) Tag around.
5) If you tag, roll RNG 1-3 for scenarios, depending on the role.
6) You don't have to roll if you can come up with a scenario all your own. They're more like...guidelines.
7) There's no sex in the Champagne room.
8) Theme music optional but highly encouraged.
9) Kidding about 7.
10) Have fun.
PERFORMER
1) ON STAGE — Plain and simple, your character is stripping on a stage. Whether they're doing it to get through medical school, paying the bills, getting drunk and trying out for "Amateur Night", for the sheer joy and pleasure of it... It doesn't matter once the music plays.
2) HOUSE CALL — "Excuse me, I'm Officer Lovingood and I'm looking for..." Sometimes, you're called out for birthdays and bachelor/bachelorette parties. Who cares why. You might even have to dress up like a cop or something. Don't forget to bring your own radio.
3) PRIVATE DANCER — Sometimes people want a little privacy with their session, either in the VIP or champagne room or in the comfort of their home. Maybe you're not a pro and are just doing this as a form of foreplay or as a little surprise for your loved one.
AUDIENCE
1) IN DA CLUB — You're visiting the club. Are you a regular? Dragged by some friends (whether you knew what was coming or not)? The bouncer?
2) SURPRISE STRIP — "Oh my god is this for me!?" (Both good, bad, and unexpected reactions can happen.)
3) VOYEUR — This can be intentional or unintentional. Also, the other person just might not be aware that you're watching.
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) This is important: include whether you want your character to be the PERFORMER or AUDIENCE or BOTH.
3) Your character is in some kind of stereotypical (or not so stereotypical) Stripper encounter.
4) Tag around.
5) If you tag, roll RNG 1-3 for scenarios, depending on the role.
6) You don't have to roll if you can come up with a scenario all your own. They're more like...guidelines.
7) There's no sex in the Champagne room.
8) Theme music optional but highly encouraged.
9) Kidding about 7.
10) Have fun.
PERFORMER
1) ON STAGE — Plain and simple, your character is stripping on a stage. Whether they're doing it to get through medical school, paying the bills, getting drunk and trying out for "Amateur Night", for the sheer joy and pleasure of it... It doesn't matter once the music plays.
2) HOUSE CALL — "Excuse me, I'm Officer Lovingood and I'm looking for..." Sometimes, you're called out for birthdays and bachelor/bachelorette parties. Who cares why. You might even have to dress up like a cop or something. Don't forget to bring your own radio.
3) PRIVATE DANCER — Sometimes people want a little privacy with their session, either in the VIP or champagne room or in the comfort of their home. Maybe you're not a pro and are just doing this as a form of foreplay or as a little surprise for your loved one.
AUDIENCE
1) IN DA CLUB — You're visiting the club. Are you a regular? Dragged by some friends (whether you knew what was coming or not)? The bouncer?
2) SURPRISE STRIP — "Oh my god is this for me!?" (Both good, bad, and unexpected reactions can happen.)
3) VOYEUR — This can be intentional or unintentional. Also, the other person just might not be aware that you're watching.
Angel Dust | Hazbin Hotel | OTA
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At least he gets to dance, which he genuinely enjoys, and there's something to be said for the ego boost he gets from a live audience. The cheering, applause, and praise feel good, even if they're coming from a room of mostly creeps.
The music is loud, the bass deep, the beat low as Angel is up on stage sensually removing items of clothing as he dances with equal amounts grace and seduction, bending to slide off his hotpants to strip to the black lace thong beneath.]
... I did not expect this level of introspection, sorry!
However, everyone at the hotel was tired of him moping behind the bar, so Alastor kicked him out for the evening, and he went to the first club with a bar he could find. This one.
Most of the dancers weren't bad at what they did, and he didn't mind watching, if he were to admit it. However, when Angel arrives on the stage, he freezes in his seat, thankful that he chose one somewhat back from the stage.
In theory, he knew that Angel did things like this, but seeing the honest enjoyment on his face gives Husk confused feelings. Even stuck with Val as he is, he's glad that Angel can find some enjoyment in what he does. However, there's a tiny hint of what might be jealousy and what might be envy at the people drooling over him and offering him cash just to look their way. It's as if he had something and lost it before he even realized what he had.]
No, don't apologise - it's brilliant!
Once he's stripped down to nothing but his underwear he steps down from the stage and approaches the VIP area, the crowd whistling and hollering in anticipation as he swaggers closer and lays himself down across the table. One of the bar staff bring a tray of tequila and shakes out a line of salt down Angel's torso, then places a lemon wedge in his mouth. Each of the guys takes it in turns to down their shot, lick across Angel's chest, then kiss him to suck juice from the lemon. The porn star moans and arches his body each time, hands roaming over each of the guys like they're lovers.]
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He watches the show (because it is just as much of a show as it is an experience for those who are participating) with a large hint of envy. This is Angel's job. It's what he does in the same way that Husk makes drinks for increasingly drunk people who think they're going to get into Heaven just by existing near Charlie. Husk knows that, but it doesn't mean that there isn't a sharp sting of pain when each of the Sinners kisses Angel, and lets him put his hands all over them.
Part of him wants to pull Angel out of there, to drag him back to his Casino and keep him there, but he can't. If Angel's going to come back, it has to be on his own terms. It has to be because Angel wants to, and Husk can't interfere with what he's doing now.
It still stings, though. Especially because at this angle, he's not sure if Angel is just putting on the porn star face or if he's actually into it.
Another part of Husk, one that he's buried deep down, is thinking that this is really super fucking hot, and he's getting hard in spite of everything, wishing that could be him with Angel.]
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Once the round of shots has been finished Angel stands on the table and holds a hand out to one of the men.]
Come on up, birthday boy, yer friends got ya a very special present an' I'm gonna give it to ya...
[He helps the guy up onto the table and then drops to his knees and slowly starts to unfasten his pants. There's an excited chattering from the watching crowd.
Angel would be mortified if he had any clue Husk was here.]
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Then again, he reassures himself, no one's actually abusing him, no one's hitting him, and he's (at least on some level) willingly doing this. He can mentally argue with himself about Val's control on Angel's will later.
He sinks back into the shadows of his chair even more, suddenly glad for the little alcoves this club has. Good view of things, but hard for anyone else to see into. If he were to be truly honest with himself, he would realize how turned on he is by the entire situation, and how much he's imagining Angel doing that to him.
It would be different, though, he realizes. He'd have Angel in a room, just the two of them, a nice bed, maybe after having taken him out for dinner. That's just as much of a fantasy as what this guy is getting on the table, though, if not more. Angel wouldn't ever want something that boring or conventional. He can't help but dream, though, his claws digging into the arm of the chair just a bit.]
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Opening up, talking, going on an actual date, however? That's something else entirely. That's Angel's idea of actual intimacy and something he's much more guarded and precious about. If they'd had more time he would have liked to have done those things with Husk properly, but all that's over now.
The cheers of the crowd reach a fever pitch as Angel starts sucking off the man on the table right there in front of everyone. The guy's friends go wild, urging him on, high fiving each other, taking photos and videos on their phones. It only lasts a few minutes and ends in the customer receiving his happy ending to a round of applause as he untangles his hands from Angel's hair and let's him pull away to catch his breath. ]
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He's a little tempted to beckon over a waiter and see if he can get some time with Angel, but he stops himself. What he wants is not a quickie in the back of the club. He wants his friend back. He wants Angel to be free, to not have to do any of this if he doesn't want to. The memory of how comfortable Angel was when he was singing at the casino crosses his mind, and it almost hurts. The way he smiled, so different to the expression he has on now is almost a knife in his heart.
Angel might have wanted him to forget, but an almost-dead heart that's now awake is hard to squash.
For now, though, he doesn't move, just keeps watching Angel and the crowd, little bits of his heart chipping away.]
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Well I'm glad ya admire my work so much, guess I must be doin' somethin' right, huh boys?
But unfortunately that ain't how this works, ya gotta book groups in advance, an' I gotta take a break.
That's showbiz, babe, always leave 'em wantin' more.
[More money is added to the pile as the men protest and insist they'll just pay more to make him stay. Angel opens his mouth to deny them again but the club manager comes by and tells them he can make an exception for such well paying customers.
The men give a triumphant laugh and one climbs onto the table for his turn, unzipping his pants with one hand and raining bills onto Angel with the other as the porn star begrudgingly gets back to his knees again.
Urgh. It's gonna be a long night. He forces his smile back on and gets back to work.
If he was back at the hotel they'd be having spiked cocoa and watching a movie right about now, it's a Friday.]
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He catches the eye of a passing waitress and orders another drink, trying so hard to squash down his feelings. If anything, he's more determined to stay now, just to make sure that no one starts mistreating Angel.
The desire to offer money to just get Angel out of the situation is increasing, but he doesn't want to put Angel in that position.
More than anything, he wants to wrap him in his arms and get him away from all of this, but he can't. Each hand touching, each dick that comes out is like another slap to Husk's face, another reminder that he'll probably never be able to have the man he loves so much.]
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Angel would kill for a Harder Daddy right now, but has to make do with a vodka and cranberry with a heap of crushed ice instead.
Someone brings him a robe to put on and he closes it with the belt and hunches at the end of the bar hoping nobody will talk to him for a few minutes. He's ready to go home to bed but there's more of his shift left.
He wonders if he can find someone with some coke to perk him up, maybe some E if not. Hell, he'd take a speed at this point.]
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He gets up from the chair, walks over to the bartender, who, thankfully, is someone he's known for a while and he can slip some money to so that he can be behind the bar for a bit. Carefully, he whips up a Harder, Daddy, and puts it down in front of Angel silently.
Even if he doesn't get to talk to him, he's hoping that this little bit of comfort will help in some way or another. Turning, he goes back to the other end of the bar, washing some dishes because that's just what one does behind a bar.]
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His head snaps up and his eyes search behind the bar until he sees a familiar figure in the corner by the glass washer.]
Husk?
Angel Dust | Hazbin Hotel (Human AU) | OTA
Dick Grayson/Nightwing | DC Comics | OTA
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[ahaha sounds good to me! Want me to start something off or you?]
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[lmk if you want anything changed]
Undercover work was always a risk. He was a person who occasionally showed up in Gotham's society pages after all, getting caught up in a sting operation could cause a lot of uncomfortable questions, but sometimes... well, sometimes it was the best option, and the risk was worth it.
He knows the risk is worth it in this instance, with six dancers having gone missing from this specific club, and he knows he'll do everything he can to stop there being a seventh, it's just he sort of wishes doing everything he can didn't look like this.
The host tells the crowd to be on their best behaviour and Dick slides out onto the stage right on cue as the music starts, hearing the now-familiar woops and hollers start up at the sight of him - oiled muscles, tight white shirt and even tighter shorts, the vaguest approximation of a police uniform. There's a hat, too, but it gets tossed relatively early, as does his tie as he makes his way across the stage to the pole.
He's a performer, always has been, so he knows the routine as easily as breathing, meaning even as he spins and twirls on the pole he can focus his actual attention on the crowd, scanning the faces, looking for anybody who might be his target.
He isn't expecting to see a familiar face.
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all perfectly wholesome.
at least until the sun went down. zee's at least three drinks in by the time the gaggle of women decided the night's closer should involve ogling some guys with oiled-up abs and banana hammocks that leave very little to the imagination.
more drinks are flowing, the dollar bills are flying. zee sits more to the back of the group but honestly? the experience has a smutty charm. until the "cop" comes on stage. it's a true record scratch moment.
dick?)
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