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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 2, 2010 16:30:17 GMT -5
Candy finished her dance by sliding down the pole on the stage. Though the girl already had a name that would put porn stars to shame (Candy Winter), everyone she danced for knew her as C.C. Ecstacy. No stripper let her real name be known, other than to people they knew personally. One of the people that knew Candy personally was her boss, Franky. They'd been pretty close since she'd moved out to Barkley a year ago from Milwaukee, meeting when she applied for the job at The Gentleman's Club. There were plenty of clubs in Barkley, but this one was specially made for those guys who wanted a personal dance. That was what Candy was there for. The "dancing." Well, to be honest, it was all for the money. Franky paid pretty well, and the tips were great.
Now the club was closing, and on her break Candy had made sure to sneak in a quick bit of "alone time" with Franky in his office. Yeah, they hooked up like many times before. However, now, Candy was just there to hang out. It wasn't the first time that Candy and Franky had stayed after work, closing the place up and sharing some drinks and just talk. Candy threw on her clothes that she'd worn to work before the stripper outfit, then headed out to sit at the bar. "Busy day, huh?" she said casually, looking over at Franky with a wide smile. He was probably one of the only guys Candy could talk to without trying to get into his pants.. Most of the time.
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 3, 2010 1:37:16 GMT -5
With a drink in one hand, Franky leant on the bar, letting his eyes skim over his club. Although Franky had employed good security, which he knew would sort out any trouble, he liked to keep an eye on things and would probably be the first to get involved if anything happened. He looked at each of “his girls” briefly before stopping on one particular one. Although he got on well with all of his staff he definitely had a favourite. Candice Electra Winter. Not only was she beautiful but she had a great personality and he always enjoyed it when they had their alone time on her breaks. It made him want to give her longer breaks but he knew he had to be professional.
As the last customer meant Franky couldn’t help but smile as he watched Candy walking over to him. Rubbing his eyes, suddenly realising how tired he actually was, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Business is booming!” He exclaimed happily. “You were great by the way. As always.” He added, smiling at her before taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Franky liked to be smart at work and he wouldn’t be seen at the club without a suit on, unless it was Candy. He picked up a rack and started to pick up all the glasses placing them in upside down. “I’ll clean up tonight on one condition. You pour yourself a drink and talk to me while I’m cleaning AND you stay long enough for me to join you for a drink too.” He said, grinning as he picked up a discarded, empty crisp packet.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 3, 2010 10:26:46 GMT -5
Candy was more than proud of how great the business was. She had full right to be proud, being one of the highlight dancers. "It is!" she agreed, smiling extremely widely. "Thanks, babe." Candy had always loved being complimented. That was probably one of the reasons her ego was probably the size of Texas now. Well, that and having people she had to just call if she wanted something and they were there in a flash. Yeah, she was living a pretty damn good life. One of the perks of the job was seeing Franky in a suit. Yeah, he cleaned up pretty well, and Candy loved the sight.
Listening as Franky made his "compromise," Candy couldn't help but smile deviously. "Sounds like a plan, Boss." Standing up in her high heels, Candy manuvered her way to finally end up behind the bar. She mixed up some martinis, green apple of course, and poured two glasses of them from the large, metal shaker. In a flirty strut, Candy headed back to the other side of the bar and took a seat on one of the barstools again, right across from where Franky was. She placed the drinks on the counter, then taking one for herself to take a sip out of. "So...How's Franky doing?" she asked casually, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow and taking another sip of her drink.
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 3, 2010 11:43:21 GMT -5
Franky bent down, picking up more rubbish, feeling Candy’s eyes on him. He smirked. He knew full well that she liked him a suit. She had told him once when he was drunk so it always made him feel slightly good every time he wore a suit and she just stared at him. Starting to place the chairs upside down on the tables he looked back at Candy, grinning. He couldn’t help but stand up properly and watch her walk behind the bar. Everything about Candy was perfect. The way her tiny hips shook as she walked made Franky melt slightly inside and she was just beautiful. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find her attractive but he would never go out with her. Firstly because she was a staff member and if the other’s found out he was worried they may leave the club and secondly he knew that Candy wouldn’t go out with him in a million years.
As Candy did a flirty strut round the bar Franky felt a excitement grow through his body. Candy was probably the only girl that had given him that feeling by just walking past him. Normally it took a lot more. He kept his eyes on her right till the moment she sat back down on the bar stool. Looking round the club, figuring he would do the rest in the morning he walked over, sitting down on the barstool next to her. He lifted up the drink she made and downed it in one. He was thirsty and had been desperate for a drink. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and refilled his glass with that. “Franky is good. More importantly how is Candy?” He said, smiling, raising his own eyebrow to match her.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 3, 2010 16:06:51 GMT -5
Candy had never been one for dating. Okay, that was a lie, she was all for it her freshman year of high school. But then.. She just changed. Her mother and father had always been very sheltering, and she decided to rebel. Her way of rebelling just so happened to be start having sex, flirting, and dressing like a skank (to be blunt). Since then, she'd been to known slut. When she moved out to Barkley the year before, Candy had decided to take pride in the title of Biggest Slut it Barkley. The now senior wasn't one to make many friends, yet somehow Franky had been an acception. A very good one, at that.
Smiling widely, Candy watched as Franky sat next to her. She turned to face him, legs crossed and one high-heeled foot tapping softly. A random habit of hers. "I'm just dandy. Wait, that's an understatement. I'm fantastic," she explained, smiling sweetly. With that smile, Candy could almost look innocent. Almost. If Candy wasn't so into hookups and being skanktastic (her adjective for herself), she would totally admit that she was into Franky. However, he was her boss, and she refused to date, so Candy would stick to just hooking up with him and being friends. The girl just can't be tamed. Hell, she feared being tamed.
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 3, 2010 16:24:14 GMT -5
As Franky sipped on his glass of vodka he watched Candy carefully. She was a very pretty girl and somehow Franky could see an innocence about her. He knew that Candy had probably been a good girl growing up and deep down that good girl was still in her. However, due to her job and the clothes she wore and the way she acted she was labelled as a slut which Franky kind of thought was a shame. Then again if she wasn’t one he would have never have met her. Candy was probably his closest “girlfriend” and he got on really well with her. He could tell her anything and he enjoyed nothing more then spending time with her after a hard week at work.
Franky smiled at her enthusiasm. He liked to see Candy happy. “And why may I ask is Candy so fantastic?” He said with a smile. Franky downed the glass of vodka, feeling slightly tipsy now. He knew he would regret this in the morning when he had a huge hangover. Although Franky wasn’t the type of person to drink lots of alcohol he felt very tense and needed something to calm his nerves. It had been a busy few weeks and he felt like he hadn’t relaxed in a while. He smiled though because now he was with his favourite girl, drinking alcohol. Life was looking up.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 4, 2010 9:34:59 GMT -5
Sometimes Candy wondered what it would be like to try and go back to being a "good-girl." There was no way she would quit drinking, even if she didn't drink all the time. But, generally good as in.. Stop being a bitch, and a stripper. Actually date. That wouldn't happen though, because life was good and fun in Candy's eyes. Sure, she had her good side, but that hardly ever showed because she liked who she was now. No, that's a lie. Deep down Candy hated who she'd become. She was tired of people pushing her around though, and that didn't happen anymore. She was in charge of herself, not anybody else. Not even Franky, really. Yes, he was her boss, and he could tell her what to do, and Candy would obey, but the second the club closed she was in charge. People knew this fact. You don't try to control Candice Electra Winter, or you're in for hell.
The tattoo on Candy's back, just next to her right shoulder blade, was on full display with her strappless shirt. She'd gotten it at sixteen. The small tattoo was a butterfly flying, and it had a hell of a lot of meaning. Freedom, innocence, happiness. See, the girl could be deep if she wanted to. Franky knew that about her, but nobody else in Barkley did. "Because... I get to spend time with my favorite guy. Well, that and the tips were better than ever tonight." Candy laughed softly. No, she would never admit that she had a thing for Franky. But flirting with him was fun. Normally she was very blunt about things, but when it came to actual feelings, she was terrified. And Candy Winter didn't get terrified often. She'd finished her martini and poured the rest from the shaker into her glass, drinking it down slowly. She liked her martinis extra dry, and she was already feeling a bit giggly.
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 4, 2010 14:44:54 GMT -5
Franky’s eyes watched Candy. He couldn’t actually keep his eyes off of her. She was a very beautiful lady and any guy would find it hard not to just watch her. He noticed the tattoo which he had seen a thousand times but not really looked at properly. It was actually a very pretty tattoo. A butterfly. He knew a lot of girls who had a butterfly tattoo. To some it signified freedom, to others innocence, to others it was just a pretty design. There had been many times where Franky had seriously considered getting a tattoo but he hadn’t got round to it. He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted one anyway. It was permanent and he wasn’t sure if there was anything he would want marked on his body forever. That might change in the future though. Franky knew that the tattoo on Candy’s shoulder probably meant something very important to her because over the years he had discovered that Candy could actually be quite deep.
Franky couldn’t help but smile as Candy paid him a compliment. He knew that it was just harmless flirting and that she was just being her usual self. Although it did make him feel happy inside when she did say something nice to him. “Well I get to spend time with my favourite employee in the whole wide world and that is always good.” He said grinning. He quickly worked out in his head how much he had made on just the drinks that night and realised he would have made quite a profit. “So how many tips did Candy get today?” He asked, looking at her. Franky liked to pay his girls well, even though he knew they got good tips, without them he would be worthless so the least they deserved was to have good pay. As he poured himself another drink he frowned slightly as he realised nearly half the bottle was gone. Was he really drinking that quickly? Someone was going to have a hangover in the morning.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 4, 2010 17:16:59 GMT -5
Nobody would believe that Candy actually had a brain. To most people she was the slutty, dumb, stripper. Though those people never took the time to get to know her. If you met Candy, at first you wouldn't think much of her. Though once you started getting into conversation with her she could actually keep up her end of the loop. She hated politics, she thought they were all a waste of dramatic time. And there was plenty enough drama in Candy's life for her not to want to care about politics. Leave that to the people who cared about what stupid crap the person they elected was doing.
Candy wasn't one for compliments, unless they were flirting and trying to get some action. But with Franky they actually meant something deep down. Not like she would admit that to herself. A wide smile once again spread across her lips. She loved being the favorite, because most people had her at least in their bottom ten of "People I Like" lists. "Awh, shucks, you're gonna make me blush, boss man," Candy teased, winking and drowning more of her drink. When he mentioned tips, Candy shrugged softly. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a folded wad of cash. Sure, she had pockets, but she figured in her bra was the safest place. Candy folded the money out into a fan, noticing some singles, fives, tens, and a twenty or two. Yeah, the tipping was good that night. She fanned herself with the money, smiling teasingly to Franky, before folding it back up and stuffing it back down her shirt into place. "Plenty."
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 5, 2010 2:03:15 GMT -5
Franky couldn’t actually believe how much had happened in the short amount of time he had had on this earth. Well he had a slow childhood and was like any other child really. He argued with his parents, fought with his brothers, went to school and did his fair share of stupid things. It was only really when he turned eighteen when anything really interesting happened. He had finished school and one day his Dad told him he wanted Franky to work alongside him at the business but Franky refused. Of course his Dad got mad and they rowed which escalated so much that his father kicked him out the house. Franky still remembers the last words his father said to him, “Good luck being a failure.” His father had no faith in him whatsoever. He just thought Franky was going to go out and get drunk every night until he ran out of money. Franky guessed that would have been true if his father had believed in him but Franky was so desperate to prove him wrong that he knew he had to make something with his life so that’s when he opened the strip club. Okay not the most respected jobs but it had earned him a lot of money, something which his father didn’t think he could do.
He smiled slightly as Candy produced a wad of cash from her bra, nodding his head in approval as she spread it out like a fan and fanned herself. “Franky is very proud.” He said and laughed as she placed in back in it’s hiding place. He wondered whether to make a rude joke about it but he doubted that Candy wanted any action tonight so it would just sound like he was begging for it. As he downed another glass he could feel his mind going hazy. “I’m thinking that’s enough alcohol if I want to be able to think straight tomorrow morning.” He said, laughing.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 5, 2010 9:54:48 GMT -5
It was a mystery when Candy had actually decided to be a stripper. She'd always loved dancing, and she would tease her friends back home (the few that she had) with slutty dances. By the time she got to Barkley and was driving around, right past The Gentlemans Club, it just hit her, really. There had been a sign in the window that said Looking for Dancers and she knew she had to apply. Franky had been leanient what with her age, but Candy was perfect for the job. Plus it pissed her parents off more, which she loved. Now she didn't start actually trying to sleep with Franky until she'd turned seventeen, because she knew full well it would be stupid to get her boss arrested. It had taken quite the convincing, but Candy knows how to be persuassive. Little did she know that she would grow attached.
"Good. I live to make you proud," she teased harmlessly, laughing softly. Though the sad part was that she actually did. She would break down if she ever dissappointed Franky. He was probably the only person she cared about letting down. Candy couldn't help but laugh as Franky drowned another drink. She finished off hers and left the glass empty on the counter. She'd never been big on getting drunk, though she would definitely classify as a bit tipsy after that. A soft giggle erupted from her lips as Candy nodded. Yeah, she'd only had two martinis (extra dry) but she'd always been a quick drunk. "That's probably a good idea. Don't need the place getting messed up just 'cause Mr. Franky decided it would be fun to drink with me... Now that would suck." Candy thought about it. There had hardly been a bad day at work, though bar fights would happen on occasion. Usually nothing drastic. Candy loved that.
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 5, 2010 11:38:15 GMT -5
As Franky looked at Candy he tried to remember the first time he had slept with her. He remembered the first time Candy had walked into the club. She had been young and Franky had been reluctant to let such a young girl strip in front of old men but he knew how much she had wanted it so he gave it to her anyway. That was probably one of the reasons Franky liked her so much. He was very very protective of Candy and if any guy made a comment about her or looked at her in a funny way he would be the first to step in, sort of like a jealous boyfriend. He remembered when she turned 17 she had started to flirt with Franky. He was older then her but of course Candy got her way, she always seemed to with Franky, he just couldn’t ever say no to her. It was actually one of the things that he loved about her though. One of many many things that made him really like Candy.
Franky smirked at her comment. He knew she must be joking although she was very good at her work she did seem very keen to always please Franky. When he watched her, he saw her sometimes looking over at the bar to see if he was there and he always saw the hint of a smile when she realised that Franky was observing her work. Then again it was just natural to want to impress your boss. Franky had learnt not to take any flirting or things like that seriously with Candy because she was just messing around or looking for some fun. He picked up their two glasses with one hand and put it in the dishwasher along with all the other glasses from that day. He got out a damp cloth and started wiping the surfaces, his bottom shaking next to Candy as he did so. “No that would not be good Miss Candy.” He said, grinning to himself, continuing to clean the bar.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 5, 2010 13:13:55 GMT -5
Candy was trying to sort out in her head what made Franky different from the rest of the guys. Usually she didn't stick around to get to know someone. Even if he was her boss, she wouldn't normally get to know someone. He was... different. A very good different. But a different that confused Candy to no extent. She wasn't even sure what to do about her feelings, let alone how to admit to herself they were actual feelings. The girl was completely oblivious. "It wouldn't be good at a--" Candy was about to say 'all' at the end of her sentence, but she heard the soft ding of the entrance bell. She knew that Franky hadn't locked the door, but he usually didn't until Candy was gone. It was a complete shock that someone had come in...
The guy was huge, and obviously drunk. Candy recognized him from when she was dancing, because he'd been the one to throw the twenty. He'd tried getting her to leave with him, and she was terrified of him. He definitely looked like your everyday biker thug. Candy casually stood up and went behind the counter after taking the rag from Franky to wipe the bar down by the alcohol. "Hello, sir," she greeted cooly, focusing on the perfectly clean counter that she was still wiping down. "Hey babe, change your mind about c-coming with me?" Candy didn't even flinch. She just shook her head softly and looked to Franky. Candy's face had a bored expression, but her eyes screamed Franky.. help..
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Post by franky nathan delfino on Aug 5, 2010 13:32:56 GMT -5
Franky frowned as he heard the door open and he turned round to see who it was, wondering if one of the other girls who were on had forgotten something. That would be bad because he didn’t really want the others to know that he was so close to Candy and that this is what he did when they were shut practically every day. Then he would be seen as having favourites and that would not be good for the business. However it wasn’t, it was a very large man who was obviously drunk. He sighed, wondering if this guy was going to cause any trouble. He looked at Candy and from the look on her face he had been one of her customers. Was this guy looking for a refund or something? Franky had only ever been involved in one major fight since working in the club and that was because somebody had done something highly inappropriate to one of the girls so he had had to step in. He had only left with a black eye.
Franky noticed that Candy had joined him behind the bar as he spoke to her. Go home with him? He had obviously bothered her before. As Franky looked into Candy’s eyes he could see the fear in them. He knew that this guy was probably being deadly serious and it was Franky’s duty to step in, especially because Candy was scared of him. He moved around the bar and walked up to this guy, standing up slightly to make himself feel a bit bigger but he did feel tiny against this guy. “Look mate. I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Why don’t you just go home, on your own and leave C.C here alone because I’m telling you now she will not be coming home with you under any circumstances.” He said confidently.
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Post by candice electra winter on Aug 5, 2010 14:47:02 GMT -5
Candy had never been scared of a guy before. She was cool, confident, and knew how to stand her ground. But that fact that the biker was drunk, and even bigger than Franky, it had Candy's heart racing. She didn't want Franky to get hurt, and she just wanted the big guy gone, because Candy hated when people messed up her time alone with people. When Franky went over to the guy, Candy felt like one of those cheesy girls who want to yell "My hero!" because to be honest, she felt like a damsel in distress. There wasn't much she could do, because if she tried for all she knew the guy would hurt her. Franky knew how to handle himself at least.
Candy had only seen Franky get in one fight since she'd been working there, and it was because one of the random customers had badmouthed one of her fellow dancers. That hadn't been pretty for the other guy, Franky was able to tough it out with only a black eye. But then things seemed to get bad. Candy, since she wasn't focused on the man and more on Franky, noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. Something shiny.. That's when she noticed that he had a knife. The small girl dropped a glass she was drying off, and went completely still in shock.
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