~Wal-Mart After Hours (Chapter One)~
The day was almost done at Wal-Mart. The sun was now gone. The lights all lit. But this only seemed to draw more to the store, many arriving with loud music pumping only to be drowned out by sounds resonating from the entrance. A long line of people trailed out in single file from the sliding doors, a large black man standing guard at front so that only the most prestigious may enter. This may seem strange if you were one of those not trying to enter.
Those that were let in hurried to the back of the store where shelves were moved aside and placed close together at the walls. In their place now stood a raised platform where there perfomed a single person with immense cheering as response to their every move. A whip cracked as the music mumbled out a steady beat, complimenting the figures dancing and grinding against the pole.
"Bring that bottom over here n let me squeeze it, wont ya sweet heart?" Came one man's praise.
"Bend down lower darling, i just want to see everything!" came another, all the while money flew at the stage in a ceaseless storm.
One little Russian Girl stood at the front of the crowd, her elbows on the stage supporting her head as she beamed eagerly at the dancing man. Her tail swished back and forth behind her as she winked and let out a soft compliment.
"You're so gay, RJ" her voice barely audible from where he was, leg wrapped around the pole and upside down. She could almost see his bare chest through the neck hole in his shirt, but it wasn't enough. Her 'employee' RJ needed to get things a little more heated up. Her hand slipped down her right side and wrapped around the handle of a whip that rested in her tight pants pocket. Before he knew it, RJ's shirt was torn from a whip lash and he yelped, only exciting some of the people in the audience despite his pain.
"Yeah! I'll make you realllly scream if you come home with me sweety!" roared a man among the waves of now hooting people as RJ began to pull on his shirt, exposing his muscle cladden stomach. The little Russian Girl in the font let her head rest in on palm as she toyed with in the other hand and purred with delight at her new worker's successful appearance.
~Wal-Mart After Hours (Chapter Two)~
RJ strolled back to his dressing room slowly, taking in the glory of his first performance. He had his clothes balled up in his hands, covering his crotch as he went to dress again. The door to his dressing room opened, revealing The little Russian Girl inside holding it open as he walked in. This only slightly bothered him, considering what he just did.
"Well well well..." she said with a smirk, striding up to where he now stood, but stopping before entering arm's reach. "Got quite a bit of applause out there for a cheap little hooker, didn't we, RJ?"
His smile faded and he looked towards the ground, mumbling something about her being a female dog. This may have been a mistake though, seeing as it resulted in a colt .45 now aimed at his chest by the Russian Girl.
"Wouldn't want you to forget who put you here of course, or what it took to get you to this." Her lips curled around the words and her eyes narrowed.
RJ took a deep breath and stood completely still, doubting but fearing anything to come. Finally after a few moments he believed it to be a bluff and dropped all clothes except his sparkling pink underwear, beginning to bend and put them on. A shot rang out and echoed through the hole it left in RJ's foot before he even had one leg in.
Written by NaoWhut, Starring Vouss as Russian Girl and RJT and RJ
God forgives, Melsonia does not
-RJT on Melsonians o7