Gentlemen's Club--Women Only! [Delibirdie/Peepers]

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah's mind, meanwhile, was an ever roiling mess of chaotic thought that made little to no sense.

OhgodwhyisshestilltouchingmeandlacingherhandsthroughminelikethatOHGODICANFEEL
HERBOOBSthisiswroooongsowrongIhateeverythingaboutthisOHGODWHYAREWESPINNING?!

And indeed they were, with Delilah cringing as though she had a bad bit of medicine poured down her throat as they swung gracefully around the pole. Heather clapped her hands together at the sight, giggling with glee.

"Look Del, you're doing iiiit!! Yay!"

..And then the Tengu would strip fluidly, down to her underwear moving across to the other pole and sashaying her way around it in a circle, letting her fingers trail slowly up the pole in a spiral as she did so. As she completed her turn, Heather would grasp the pole, and haul herself up with surprising strength, throw a leg up over her head, loop it around the pole, and let her upper body drop back. This would leave the blonde spinning slowly, upside down, suspended by the tension between her bare thigh and calf. As she swiveled, she would grin down at Delilah and Aryn.

"Beat that~"

[Aryn Valcoph]

Oh Leon...there were no Gods here, but a Godde--wait, make that two Goddesses. And if Aryn had her way, there would be three. As it was her eyebrows lifted and she gave an appreciative whistle for Heather.

"Oh niiiiice. Very nice~ You can come play with me any time."

Oh! Challenge~!

"Challenge fucking accepted!" Came the delighted response and Aryn removed Delilah and herself from the pole with a nuzzle for the woman in her arms. Coupled with both an order and challenge. "C'mon, sexy legs: strip. Or are you afraid your woman and I will show you up and send you packin'~?"

With a gleeful laugh, Aryn gave Delilah one last friendly grope squeezing hug and darted back to the pole, catching herself in a quick lift before curling her legs around the pole and slinking up backwards, brushing her lips against the cool metal as she did so with a smile and glance to Delilah and then Heaher, and a soft puff of breath between parted lips to fog it.

She leaned up to grasp the pole, using her legs to hold herself in place so she could turn around so her back was to the pole and oh-so-slowly ease herself downwards, spine arched and hands skimming up her body to eventually play with her hair. She stopped around what would be waist height if she was on the floor, hands still tangled in her thick brown locks.

A bold, teasing wink~

[Delilah A. Black]

"Oh niiiiice. Very nice~ You can come play with me any time."

Delilah, meanwhile, would look scandalized.

"WHY ARE YOU ENDORSING THIS?!" She cried out at Heather.

And then...

"Challenge fucking accepted!"

lolwhut

Meanwhile, Heather giggled, continung to spin herself around the pole as she was. "Wheeee~!"

Aryn and Delilah stopped spinning around the pole (OHTHANKGOD) only for the brunette to nuzzle her face against hers (OHGODWHY), followed by...

"C'mon, sexy legs: strip. Or are you afraid your woman and I will show you up and send you packin'~?"

Aryn gave Delilah a departing squeeze (OHGODDIDSHEJUSTTOUCHMYBOOB?!) and left her standing there with a conflicted expression on her face. On one hand, the challenge was absurd....

...on the other hand...

--it was as ingrained in her as her tireless training was, a streak of pride that was more than willing to accept any of the challenges that came her way. While part of her was absolutely appalled at the thought, the other part haughtily insisted that she could dance, shimmy and scale circles around these girls on that pole. Hell, she was MADE of metal. Even though she didn't actually know how to dance. Or to be blatantly sexy.

But there were two girls in the room who did have these two traits down pat, it would seem. After a few moments of studying the girls twirling and spinning on their respective poles, learning what she could based on movement and physics.

Nodding as if to herself, Delilah would promptly kicked off her boots and would start shedding her clothes as she walked towards the third pole on the stage, until she was standing in nothing but her underwear, black cheek-shorts and a black bra. Shamelessly uncaring about revealing her tattoos and scars, the most noticeable one being the long, rope like scar that bisected her midsection down to her navel, and all the soft and hard parts of her body laced in between.

Continuing her stride to the pole, Delilah would leap slightly from the balls of her feet. Catching the pole with one black stained hand, she would brace the sole of her foot against the pole on the same side, rotating slowly as her opposite foot pointed backward to guide her in that direction. Trailing the opposite hand up the length of the pole high above her head, she would grasp the metal and pull herself up, bringing her other hand along with her to haul herself up. As she did so, her legs would come away from each other into horizontal splits, perfectly perpendicular with her upper body. Still grasping the bar at her little hand hold between her legs, Delilah would straighten her arms and bend her self backwards, facing away from the pole, until she was holding herself up, upside down, doing the splits. Delilah looked down at the wooden floor far beneath her.

"Shoulda been a gymnast." she sighed to herself.

She would bring her legs together above her head until they were aligned with her body once more, taking care to first wrap her thighs, and then ankles around the pole. Then, she let her hands go, and Delilah would slide slowly down the pole using only her legs, her hands freely roaming her body as she arched her back slightly.

Not a bad start.

Heather, from her perch atop her pole, one leg draped over the other as if she were sitting cross legged in a chair would whistle in appreciation. "AW YEAH, COMMANDER, YOU GO GIRL."

[Lucien DeChain]

They're doing it.. Oh my God, she's actually doing it!

Lucien was... Well, it was not his most proud of moments. He had no more illusions about what exactly he was doing here. He was peeping. So, it was a good thing that no one could see him, and that he was the only one who knew about this.

Then, he saw the Sudekis. Raikotsu was the easiest to spot, seeing as he was almost literally right beside him. Rai probably didn't know that, though.

Leon, well, was a bit harder. Kind of. If anyone had been looking for him, they would have found him instantly. But, seeing as no one was... He was actually pretty well hidden.

Lucien tried to assure himself that he was, indeed, still invisible, and not going to get caught by anyone. It's not that he was trying to hog all of... it... To himself, he just wasn't the type to go to these sorts of places. Or to look at naked women, with people around. Or to see a naked woman, at all. Ever. So, it was kind of a nervous experience for him.

Still, I'm not going to let that stop me from seeing this.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Rai's mouth was agape he didn't know what was about to happen but he couldn't (wouldn't) leave or take his eyes off of what was happening.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn curled her body upwards to sit up and watch Delilah as she stripped, eyes lit with mischief and appreciation. Gurl lookit that body~ Aryn offered a clap and appreciative whistle before turning and sliding down the pole, hands over her head. Her feet landed, lightly, and she pressed her spine against the pole to swivel her hips slowly, then twisted to send herself spinning up.

For the hell of it, she turned upside down, doing the slits and then moving her legs in an undulating motion. Yes. She was pretty much doing the wave with her legs!

She coiled them back against the pole, the top around, the bottom bracing so she could sit sideways. With a cheeky grin, for fun and show, she did a couple sideways situps, her fingers on the upper arm brushing her temples for emphasis.