Tax Preparer Marcel/Stripper Louis - I NEED TO READ THIS. it's a perfect set up and i can't wait to know more about it!
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but here's another, later, sexier snip from the fic:
Entering the booth, it was smaller than Marcel had expected it to be. It looked like she practically needed to sit on Louis’ lap-- or vice versa --for the two of them to fit comfortably, and she swayed as she stood taking it in for a moment, trying to figure out how to make it work.
“Here, right next to me,” Louis said, somehow making enough room for Marcel to sit beside her. They’d gotten cash on the way in, and Louis put some money in before leaning back and giving Marcie a little smile. “Ready?”
The window was already going up as Marcel nodded, unable to suppress the shiver of excitement that shot through her. Taking in the woman who stood on the other side of the glass, she gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth.
“That’s Cherry! I met her,” she whispered urgently, turning to find Louis trying not to laugh at her as she nodded.
Cherry’s eyes widened when she realized that Marcel and Louis were in the booth watching her, and she seemed to amp up her dancing a little, turning around and bending over, making her ass bounce, in time with the music if Marcel’s guess was right. Marcie let herself get lost in watching Cherry for a while, mesmerized by the way she moved and the way the pinkish red lighting inside the room made her skin glow.
It was so overwhelming at first that she hardly had time to take in everything going on where Cherry was dancing, but after a moment of watching she started to take in the rest of the surroundings. They were somewhat familiar to her from an article she’d read sometime around when the club unionized, but seeing the place in person still felt significant. The room looked relatively small, with several other dancers working as well, moving in front of other windows where customers were watching, mostly anonymous. The walls were covered in mirrors, and as Marcel studied them with wide eyes she kept getting caught up in all the gorgeous flashes of skin.
“This would be a great place to make out with someone you met on an app,” Marcie said softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She’d really had a great idea. “Probably should’ve tried harder.” Cherry dropped down, then, legs spread for a moment before she body rolled back up, and Marcie squeezed her own legs together, dazed and more than a little turned on. “Would I have fucked someone in here?”
“You wouldn’t be the first.” Marcel nearly fell off her seat, having forgotten Louis was with her.
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PERFORM FOR YOU
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He never thought he'd visit such a place, but dare is a dare, and he doesn't back out of those unless he knows he'd get harmed by the dare.
The performers haven't come out yet so he goes to grab a simple beer, not crazy about alcohol in the first place.
He likes the dj's music choices. Realising that they simply put on some warmup music.
Eventually the owner comes out, dj getting ready at their station.
"Welcome ladies, gentlemen and everyone else. Today you will be graced with three new performers, Rosethorn, Timebomb and White Gold. Unfortunately out previous performer Insomniac had to leave and as you all know this place was closed for training reasons for six months. Thank you all for your patience and loyalty. We hope you will all be entertained tonight. Have fun."
The dj starts a song and a pretty woman in a rose croptop, miniskirt, ripped stockings and higheels comes out. Her performance is good, but doesn't interest him in the slightest. She cleans off the pole a little bit, making sure to make it seem like a performance as well, before leaving. She ends up making quite alot of tips, a dedicated cleaner comes to pick up the money on the floor while stage lighting is turned off.
"That was Rosethorn, she is straight unfortunately for the ladies in the audience, so you may only look. Next up we have Timebomb, our most energetic performer, he is off limits unless he explicitly likes you, prices are listed on the screen above the bar."
He checks the prices and whistles, that's quite the sum for a newbie. But he figures it seems weird because he has never been in this kind of place before.
Sapnap sits more upright when the performer comes out "Karl...?", looks like Sap didn't know his boyfriend did this as a career. He looks upset.
Karls performance is exactly as the owner of the place has said - full of energy. He ends up having bets made on him, but while acting like he doesn't know the other he, chooses Sapnap.
Sapnap stands and looks at Dream apologizingly before leaving with Karl to a private room.
"Timebomb was great huh. Thank you for liking him this much, he was our last choice, but it clearly was worth it to hire him. Next up, we have White Gold, our most experienced performer, it's his first time doing this kind of a career, but he will show his experience with flexibility you might see for the first time in your lives."
Dream sits ramrod straight as the announced performer comes out and makes a few walks around the pole. Their eyes meet, brilliant sky blue watching bright green, just for a second or two.
He swears the performer smiles and winks at him. But they start their performance too quickly for him to be sure.
He glances at the price and quickly presses a button on his phone, knowing very well that Sapnap will be angry with him essentially going broke for the rest of the month.
Then Punz goes upside down near the ceiling, holding onto the pole with just his leg, using the rest of his body to strike the poses that leave Dream a melting mess.
And then the dancer lets himself drop almost all the way to the floor, head first. Dream could hear the audience gasp in surprise ower the loud music.
They, just like a slinky, fold and stand upright, doing a couple more walks around the pole before striking the one pose that makes Dream lose his mind.
"Well, it's clear as day you all liked the performer. But, unfortunately, only one of you will be getting a private performance of your choice. Todays highest bidder for White Gold is.. sitting at table 14! White Gold will ecort you to your private room shortly."
That's the man at the table besides his, disappointedly he sighs, mood souring.
"Actually," the dancer speaks "someone else in the audience caught my eye. Even though you placed the highest bid table 14, I frankly have not even the slightest interest in doing this for a random for my first day at work. So wait until next time."
The owner doesn't look happy, but sighs "Bidder at table 14, your money will be returned to you in the morning."
"I chose the man in green hoodie at table 13. With the condition that he doesn't bid and is okay with me not choosing him for the rest of the year." The performer smiles.
The owner looks happier after checking how much Dream bid "The performer will escort you shortly table 13."
Lets just say Dream is definitely happy about this, grabbing his jacket and bag, quickly following his escort to a small, almost cramped, room that smells of cigarettes.
He blushes brightly at the display of various toys, and notices the pole in the corner.
"You're adorable you know that?" White Gold says smirking.
He swallows.
"Tell me, what should I perform for you?"
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Since the beginning of the genocide in Gaza in October, Israeli soldiers have been posting what can only be described as snuff videos on social media platforms. In the videos, soldiers can be seen – often gleefully – committing war crimes against Palestinians.
In one video, an Israeli soldier dressed in a dinosaur costume loads artillery shells into a tank and dances as the shells are fired in the direction of Gaza. In another video, a soldier is filmed dedicating an explosion to his two-year-old daughter for her birthday. Seconds later, a Palestinian residential building behind him is blown up. Other videos show Israeli soldiers setting alight Palestinian food supplies during a starvation campaign and mocking stripped, rounded-up and blindfolded Palestinian civilians.
[...] And there is another aspect of Israeli impunity that is often overlooked: Israeli soldiers routinely admit to horrific crimes they commit against the Palestinians to clear their conscience and absolve themselves of personal responsibility but never face any accountability.
Israelis themselves describe the practice as “yorim ve bochim”, which translates from Hebrew as “shooting and crying”. A favourite pastime of the Zionist left, it takes centre stage in dozens of Israeli films and documentaries.
Take the widely celebrated film Tantura, named after a Palestinian fishing village that was subjected to a massacre in 1948. In this film, several Israeli veterans talk with ease about the fact that they killed hundreds of Palestinian civilians. Others openly admit to participating in ethnic cleansing, yet all are portrayed as complicated individuals who are traumatised by the trauma they inflicted on Palestinians.
“Yorim ve bochim” is also epitomised in the work of the Israeli NGO Breaking the Silence. A darling of the liberal West, the organisation of Israeli army veterans tries to expose the reality of the “Occupied Territories” by providing a space to Israeli soldiers to confidentially recount their experiences in the Israeli army and at times admit to taking part in systematic abuse and destruction. The testimonies on its website make for incredibly difficult reading, particularly in this moment when we are seeing what is happening in Gaza. And yet nowhere does this organisation call for accountability or address what justice might look like for the Palestinians whom the soldiers they work with have systematically abused over decades.
The reality is that over the last seven and a half decades, there has been complete impunity for brutalising and slaughtering Palestinians. The ongoing genocide in Gaza and the way in which it is being so brazenly shared on social media by the perpetrators is a manifestation of that impunity. The only way to make sure that it stops and never happens again is to hold not only those who have taken part in the genocide accountable but also those who are complicit.
. . . continues on al jazeera (24 Jan, 2024)
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