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Take It Off

The Strip Tease Meme
This one's easy. Post to the meme and get your strip on (or off rather).
You can even say if you'd prefer to be the one performing the strip tease or receiving.
Whether you're a Magic Mike or a showgirl, everyone's invited.

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[Likely the one being danced for, but PM if you'd like to work something else out. Voicetesting.]

[Super rusty, but I can offer up Sookie]

[Love to try it. I'm truly super new to him, so bear with me if I suck too much.

... Pun intended.]

[Obviously this will have to be a private, one time show. Just for his viewing pleasure if Sookie will be dancing for him]

[How is he supposed to turn that down? Dancing fairies are not to be denied.]

It took a lot of convincing on his part, but she was here and she had agreed to perform a strip tease for him. It was easier to drop some of that charming southern belle persona around Eric. He brought out a very saucy side of Sookie, a wilder side that would have made the likes of Bill Compton blush to see her so carnal. After all, she had been a sweet and relatively naive girl when she first walked through the doors of Fangtasia. Dressed in white, only seeing the world around her in black and white colors. Now there were only shades of gray. Nothing and no one was perfect. Bad shit could happen and would happen at the drop of a hat when it came to her daily life. She had learned to simply roll with what was happening. The good and the bad.

Years later, Sookie Stackhouse stepped out onto the small stage that usually occupied whichever vampire stripper happened to be working that evening. She wore red heels with black fishnet stockings, most likely held in place by a garter belt. A matching red chemise made of silk so fine that it was nearly see through material, which gave a glimpse of an equally silky set of lingerie beneath. She was nervous, her heart rate slightly elevated.

Music began to play and it gave her something to focus on other than him. She didn't strip for a living so her movements were a little less fluid. A little more restrained. It took her a little while to ease into it enough to face away from him, gripping the pole as she let her body bend towards it before flipping her blonde hair back and turning to look at him over her shoulder, searching for his reaction.

The terms and conditions of this little show had included the business being shut down for the night and everyone sent home. There wasn't another creature out here, with or without a heartbeat that wasn't the pair of them.

Which made it easy for him to hyperfocus on the racing sound of hers pounding in her chest as she stepped up to the stage. Her movements were clumsy and new, but he still felt himself reacting to it. It was likely the fact that she was an ingenue in some areas. How she'd gone so long in her life without the pleasures of the body before Bill Compton had come along escaped him. She had a deep well of sensuality, of passion that bubbled inside her that he'd had the pleasure of seeing. How that ever stayed contained was a curiosity.

Music played and she started to move, Eric very still, like a predator stalking prey. Rarely did the lion feel like fucking the lamb, however.