Post by Ferro on May 13, 2011 20:54:29 GMT -5
Listening to the music pounding in the background and the cheers and wolf whistles of women and men alike, Christophe could hardly believe he was reduced to this. What is ‘this’ exactly? Becoming a stripper is what. Yes, Ze Mole, someone who worked as a spy even while still in elementary school had to turn to stripping. Whether he currently wasn’t needed any missions or the economy was so bad it was even affecting his line of work, it didn’t matter. He was reaching the point where he needed at least a part time job. And since he was constantly in and out of school since elementary school and barely managed to graduate high school, there weren’t very many options available since he refused to go to college. It use to be a High School diploma would get you far enough but now a day’s he could only get crappy jobs like working in supermarkets and fast food joints and he wouldn’t be caught dead working in places like those.
He could have resorted to using up his emergency funds that he had stashed away in a place no one would ever look, but that was for the ‘Enemy is on my ass and I need to get the fuck out of here and restock on weapons’ kind of emergency. And with his line of work, it was a good idea to have a lot of money on hand for that kind of thing. Christophe was in no way paranoid. He just rather be safe than sorry. Anyway, in the end the only job the brunette could get that wouldn’t damage his pride too much if someone he knew found out he worked there. Thankfully, they allowed him to wear a mask, so his identity was fairly safe. ‘At least dze pay ez better dzen workeeng at a fast food restaurant.’ He thought, and then sighed as he heard the change of music. It was his turn. He put on the mask and hat before strutting on stage with the crop whip in hand. The whip was just a prop and wasn’t a real one, but it didn’t matter. All he really did was teasingly lick it once and a while and run it across his body to get the crowd going.
Throughout his act, he of course saw some familiar faces as he slowly stripped off the Nazi uniform he had to wear. He had decided to remain living in the town of South Park because after living here so long, everywhere else in the world seemed boring unless he was on a mission. Pretty much anything can happen in this small town, so it keeps Christophe fairly amused and on his toes. Though one or two of the faces in the crowd surprised him, but he didn’t let it show and continued to dance and strip. He finally reached the point where he was only in the hat, mask, black boots with semi-high heels, a black and red garter around his right thigh(Which had quite a few bills tucked away in it already) and a black man thong. His body was on the slender side with some noticeable muscle mass. A few scars also littered his body but apparently the crowd loved them or didn't bother them at least.
The Frenchman’s eyes wandered back to the crowd and that familiar face he saw earlier was now closer to the stage. Whether the crowd pushed him toward it or he got closer himself didn’t really matter. Christophe smirked and decided he was going mess with him a little. He sauntered over to the part of the stage he was standing in front of and continued to give the crowd a show, making sure that his ex-school mate got close up view of everything.
[[/Out Of Cyanide;; @ n@ I just found out I am no good and writing stripping scenes. I hope it is alright. Any one can join as whoever they want. Closed to the first person who posts.]]
He could have resorted to using up his emergency funds that he had stashed away in a place no one would ever look, but that was for the ‘Enemy is on my ass and I need to get the fuck out of here and restock on weapons’ kind of emergency. And with his line of work, it was a good idea to have a lot of money on hand for that kind of thing. Christophe was in no way paranoid. He just rather be safe than sorry. Anyway, in the end the only job the brunette could get that wouldn’t damage his pride too much if someone he knew found out he worked there. Thankfully, they allowed him to wear a mask, so his identity was fairly safe. ‘At least dze pay ez better dzen workeeng at a fast food restaurant.’ He thought, and then sighed as he heard the change of music. It was his turn. He put on the mask and hat before strutting on stage with the crop whip in hand. The whip was just a prop and wasn’t a real one, but it didn’t matter. All he really did was teasingly lick it once and a while and run it across his body to get the crowd going.
Throughout his act, he of course saw some familiar faces as he slowly stripped off the Nazi uniform he had to wear. He had decided to remain living in the town of South Park because after living here so long, everywhere else in the world seemed boring unless he was on a mission. Pretty much anything can happen in this small town, so it keeps Christophe fairly amused and on his toes. Though one or two of the faces in the crowd surprised him, but he didn’t let it show and continued to dance and strip. He finally reached the point where he was only in the hat, mask, black boots with semi-high heels, a black and red garter around his right thigh(Which had quite a few bills tucked away in it already) and a black man thong. His body was on the slender side with some noticeable muscle mass. A few scars also littered his body but apparently the crowd loved them or didn't bother them at least.
The Frenchman’s eyes wandered back to the crowd and that familiar face he saw earlier was now closer to the stage. Whether the crowd pushed him toward it or he got closer himself didn’t really matter. Christophe smirked and decided he was going mess with him a little. He sauntered over to the part of the stage he was standing in front of and continued to give the crowd a show, making sure that his ex-school mate got close up view of everything.
[[/Out Of Cyanide;; @ n@ I just found out I am no good and writing stripping scenes. I hope it is alright. Any one can join as whoever they want. Closed to the first person who posts.]]
