Slipping Under

[Sam Wilde]

In the afternoon, the burlesque club looked nothing like what it did when the tables were filled and the stage was occupied with one or more dancers in corsets and feather boas. It seemed empty, tame even. That was probably why Sam almost didn't think anyone was around.

She was about to leave when she heard a door being opened. She turned and raised a hand in the form of a greeting. "I'm here for a position as a performer, if one is available that is."

Dropping her bag on the floor at the foot of the stage stairs, she walked up and went straight to the center. It was rather cliched that she was in a trenchcoat which would later reveal her costume but she figured, go big or go home.

Slipping out her music player and the portable speaker it came with, she placed it where she wouldn't accidentally trip on it before pressing play. As she always did, Sam got lost in her performance, letting the music dictate her movements. Once done, she put her trenchcoat back on and stepped off stage.

She was tempted to ask how she did but instead she busied herself with her bag in an attempt to draw out the results.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem was not working at the Dirty Little Secrets club. Truth be told, he came here last evening with some... acquaintances of his, and happened to have lost his phone here. Luckily for him, someone picked it up. Someone working there that is, that wouldn’t take advantage to call all around the world or some erotic line and leave for him pay the bill afterwards. He found out about his loss only after he got back to school and without the club’s phone number, he chose to come back the next day, in the afternoon. They had it and he could finally retrieve it.

The place was pretty much empty right now. Oh sure, he saw a few people, mostly those working here, but that was about it. Not interesting enough to sit down and have a drink. At this hour of the day, having a drink might not be the best of idea either, but Akeem rarely thought about that kind of thing. He was just eager to get back.

Someone stopped him though on his way out. She had made her way to the stage and was talking to him like he was actually an employee, if not the manager or something. A position as a performer. He did not correct her as she walked up in her trench coat. He was curious what she had in mind here. She even brought her own player and music that was soon heard around the place. He sat at the table in front of the stage and watched her, a smile on that could mean he liked what he was seeing, he did, but also, and mostly, that he was amused of this little mistake of hers. She even came with a costume on.

He waited for her performance to be over. She was not even asking what he thought of it. “Awesome. I’d totally hire you,” he answered. But already people came over to kick them both out. Akeem stood up. “That is, I would have had I worked here.” He didn’t let the muscle to tell him to leave, he already made his exit, not looking behind to see if they were asking the same of her. He turned only once, just before leaving, and gave her an amused smirk thinking about her mistake. He got a nice show thanks to it. He should stick around and wait for her to come out to thank her for it.

[Sam Wilde]

Sam looked up when she heard a voice. She turned to where the voice had come from and heard the rest of what the person had said. Anger and humiliation started driving up in her body and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"So is there anyone around that actually does the hiring?" Sam asked, her cheeks flushed before she shook her head and walked out the way the other person had walked out of.

"Had fun?" She asked when she caught up with him. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't pinpoint to whom he actually was. Her ability picked up what he had and she hid the smirk threatening to burst on her face. Oh this should be fun.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

It probably was a bad joke to make on the girl but if she wanted to work there, she better get used to men looking at her. Besides, it might have been wiser to ask him first if he worked here. He wouldn’t have lied. Perhaps he would have tried to know what this was about, but he wouldn’t have told her that he worked here. Alright, he probably would have made her dance for him anyway. But he still wouldn’t have told her he worked here. She was the one who assumed he did.

She came through the door not very long after him. He turned, not sure it would be her or some gorilla meaning to kick him further away from the club. But it was her, in her trench coat, with her music player and all of that. “Lots,” he admitted after she asked if he had fun. Why deny this, it had been a pleasant moment. “Did they hire you? That seemed a little quick for that,” he asked her. He was not going to pretend he was sorry for what happened. Because he was not. He had no reason to be. She was the one who mistook him for someone else. He just enjoyed the show.

She seemed slightly happy over something and he was not sure what. She was trying to hide it but he could sense it underneath. He tried not to find that odd. No way she was pleased with the fact he played that little trick on her so either they gave her what she wanted or... he had no idea.

[Sam Wilde]

"Mm, I bet." Sam slipped her player and speaker into her bag and zipped it shut as she folded her arms over her chest.

"I wouldn't know. Apparently the only person around besides the bouncer wasn't even anyone of importance. Such a bummer." She sighed and shook her head in mock despondence.

She stepped closer to the guy with a small shy smile she tacked on before placing her hand over his, her arm tingling as she absorbed his power. Clutching his hand, Sam bit her lower lip in a fairly seductive manner and cleared her throat. "I can't believe you saw my performance. I mean...I'm normally a shy person and I don't do those kinds of things too often."

Sam cleared her throat once more as she concentrated on his eyes, working out the kinks to his abilities and going with what she thought was how his abilities would work.

"But I don't think you saw my whole act. Maybe we could step into somewhere a little more private and I could finish my performance for you?" Her voice lowered an octave as she released the pheromones in his direction.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

She had looked rather upset and embarrassed when she first found out she danced not only to a total stranger but one that couldn’t help her get what she wanted. Now, she seemed to have recovered a little. But he could still see a little something that showed she was trying to get a hold of the situation, meaning she did not have it just yet. And Akeem was still debating whether he should let her or not.

“I wouldn’t say that. After all, the manager can like you but if no customer wants to see you dance,” he winced here just to think about it, “I don’t see that going well for you.” He still didn’t think what he did was wrong and he looked at her with innocence in his eyes. Something no one should trust coming from him. Then again, considering where they met, she might not be likely to trust that even if she didn’t know him.

He arched up an eyebrow, intrigued, as she grabbed his hand. He was wondering what she was playing at. She knew he couldn’t help her get the job so why was she being flirtatious all of a sudden? Not that he didn’t like it, mind you. She was flirting for sure. The look on her face, the way she bit her lip and even her words were proof of that. “Really? You should unleash that side of you more often then,” he answered, leaning over just enough to look like he was sharing a secret with her.

As she looked at his eyes, Akeem frowned a bit. He was accustomed to hypnotism. His mother tried that enough on him in the past. It made him aware when someone tried to bend his will and allowed him to fight it. The way she looked at him, he couldn’t help but to think that. His problem however, was that if he could be aware when someone decided to play in his mind, he had no defenses against pheromones making its way inside of him to change his way of thinking. Ironic much?

He didn’t know what she was doing but he sure felt like he could trust her. He had this need now to go along with her. And his brain could not fight it, tell him he might not have done it otherwise. Instead, he found himself smirking at her words. “Yeah? And where would that more private place be?”

[Sam Wilde]

The guy made a point that had Sam leaning back just a little bit before tilting her head a little to the side. Did he actually see me dance? She thought to herself before giving a little awkward laugh.

"Mmhmm. I should definitely show you at least." She was still concentrating on how his abilities worked that she didn't actually realise that he was already under the influence until he spoke up.

She didn't know how long it would last but she knew she had to be quick. "I think I saw the back alley had a little alcove of sorts...maybe we could go there?" She asked, releasing a little more of his pheromones just to seal the deal.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Was this girl really a shy one trying to get out of her shell through this? Because he thought she had a wild side and knew how to get it out. Maybe she never dared to show it around as many people as she would if employed there, but he could not imagine this girl was all shy. There was just something in her eyes. Something naughty.

The pheromones were making their way to his brain, making it harder for Akeem to think on his own and fight through her words. Showing him. In the back alley. He turned his head in the direction she indicated. Al alcove in there... Now this opened the door to many possibilities. All which Akeem could not really think about right now. All he had in mind was that he had to be around her and make sure she doesn’t go away from him.

He could not even realise he was smiling at her. The danger for her however was the chance, should she leave him there, that he would chase after her and release pheromones as well. Every now and then, it happened without him really meaning to, but this time, he might decide to try that to keep her close.

“Yeah? I’d like to see that,” he said, ready to go with her. He walked towards the back alley and turned to look at her, making sure she was following. He wanted to go where she was going. And if it was not this back alley and its alcove, he would not head there.

[Sam Wilde]

Delighted that he seemed to be properly under her influence, Sam managed to capture his hand just before he started moving. She even took the time to slide her fingers in between his just to seal the deal. She was draining him of his abilities, half hoping it wouldn't just last an hour. This was a fun ability to mimic.

Once they were at the alcove, Sam gently pushed the boy against the wall, leaning against him and running her fingers through his hair. She used her free hand to pull his up against her back and she started swaying a little against him.

"Do you want the fast or the slow version?" She asked, her lips close to his.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem never had a power mimic to copy his power and make him experience what it was like. He wished a part of his brain would be able to point that out to him, that he knew what being suggested to do things you did not necessarily wanted to do was like, but such part of his brain was affected like all the rest of it. Had he stood at the far end of the perimeter, he might have been to pull away, but she made sure he was right in the middle of it and he could not fight.

He could barely even think about what she would show him in the alcove, only that he needed to go there with her. Anyway, she knew exactly what she wanted and as she played him, he started to hope for it to go exactly where he wanted it to go now. All of a sudden, he was a little boy again, just noticing that girls had curves and they were lovely. He wanted to get his hands all over her and since she let him, it was what he did. The moment she’d push him though, he wouldn’t do it, despite the desire still being there. But for now, she did not stop him and Akeem show no restraint.

She talked but he was barely listening. He was too busy trying to capture her lips that remained so close yet so out of reach. “Whichever you want. I’m sure I’ll love it anyway?” he said, his voice almost feverish.

[Sam Wilde]

The boy's resistance no longer a problem, Sam was ready for phase two. She stepped away from him and slowly undid her coat buckle. Her hips swayed a little to the rhythm in her head. She wasn't above actually giving him a little show if only to keep him interested, even with the pheromones working their magic.

"Baby, you're wearing way too much clothing...maybe I take one off and you take one off too?" She asked, her voice low and suggestive. "Then I wouldn't be too shy."

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

A girl like Sam could have convinced him to join her in any alcove of the world anytime, without the use of anything else but her body. He had seen quite a lot of it when she was on stage but now he would have a closer view to appreciate how good her performance was. He was smirking at the sight her of hips moving, swaying to an inaudible music. What man could not appreciate a girl playing tease with her coat buckle, especially knowing how little clothes there was underneath?

What the pheromones succeeded in doing however was to convince him that taking some clothes off himself was a good idea. “Sure,” he said, getting rid of the dark blue jacket he had on and dropping it a few inches from him on the pavement. He kept his smile on the whole time as he did so. He was unable to think enough to wonder if that meant he should take his shirt off as well or start with his belt or something. It might be simpler to say he was unable to think at all. He could only did what she asked of him, so he could have more of her.

[Sam Wilde]

The easy pliance the young man showed made Sam smirk. She even gave him a little gentle bite at the side of his jaw just to award him for being such a good little boy. With his jacket off, Sam slowly popped his buttons one at a time, tugging at it so she could tease him with lips that just didn't meet.

Next would be her shirt that was half up her midriff and tied in the middle with the buttons off to reveal the lacy undergarment underneath. "Could you help me with my shirt?" She whispered, sliding her fingers down his arm, making his own fingers tingle before she pulled at his hand. She placed it on her hip and dragged it up her side.

If she were being honest with herself, were this any other circumstance, she would actually be enjoying herself with him. He embarrassed her though. So this was purely revenge.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

No man can remain stoic when a girl such as this one undressed herself, and yourself, in such a way. Akeem always had an alpha male mentality and even under the effect of pheromones, this nature would remain, making him think he was the one in control as she took care of his shirt. He eventually took it off to send it where his jacket was. Normally, that would be when he’ll realise that something was wrong, since he obviously didn’t need to take his shirt off to do anything with her. But he was in no state to notice that and too close of her for that thought to cross his mind.

It totally went away when she asked him to help with her shirt, even bringing his hand in such a way he understood he would have the right to feel her curves while taking care of it. Something he wouldn’t need for her to say out loud to actually do it. He got rid of the shirt, perhaps with more care than he would normally show for any girl’s piece of clothing, but it was now off and on the ground. He then stepped backward so that his back would be against the wall of the alcove, so he can enjoy the view. She would dance too, right? Either way, it was certainly enjoyable.

[Sam Wilde]

Once her shirt was on the ground, Sam slowly slinked down in a crouch, swaying her hips from side to side as she moved. She made quick work of his belt and consequently his pants before turning so her back was to him and with his hands, she moved up again, making sure her body rubbed against his as she did so.

She was still in her skirt as she pulled his arms around his waist, making him move with her. Her head fell against his shoulder, her lips moving close to his jaw. "How am I doing?" She asked, letting his hand explore her.