Symbiote; by definition: a person, or thing that depends on a symbiotic relationship with something or someone; i.e. sexual addicts, lechers, and lewd people within society.
Waking up early in the morning wasn't easy for Hal anymore. Not since he started his Alcoholic Anonymous meetings. Ever since that dreaded day he had been ravenously and inadvertently searching for some kind of outlet. Standing in the shower was even a challenging task for his mind. Every stray bead of warm water that ran down his chest reminded him that he did not have any alcohol in the house. It also crudely reminded him that he had not had sex in two weeks.
"Well--" he thought aloud, "--at least Baby is working tonight." he smirked a bit as his mind turned with every lecherous thought of his young plaything pleasuring him whenever he desired, which wasn't often.
Baby wasn't her real name, she just used it at the strip club so that the creeping lunatics would not know her identity. Making just enough money to feed herself and pay the bills was not enough when she was working at the local diner near her apartment. New York was not about to hand out any favors to her this year. It was about a month ago that she quit her job, after she met a new friend who told her about her boss and how he was always looking for attractive new girls to dance in his club. She would not tell Baby the name of her boss when she asked, but she kept referring to him as, Havoc, whenever she would mention him treating his more talented dancers to dinner every few nights.
"Hey, Baby!" a high pitched voice called to her from down the hallway of the strip club.
"You're up girl! You better shake it good, sweetie. Havoc is out there!" Laney informed, more like warned, her.
Baby tightened her bra straps, inevitably causing her slightly large breasts to appear more rounded and firm. She stepped out into the light of the stage while techno beats hit her ears and lifted her attitude.
"Shake your ass, bitch!" a random customer began to yell out.
Baby walked over to the pole while shaking her hips seductively. Pressing her heart shaped buttocks evenly against the pole, she violently ripped the red and black nylon shirt she had over her bra. The shirt ripped just right, and her breasts bounced out a bit more from the previous tightening. The men in the crowd, and some of the random women, started to whistle and call at her in a lewd fashion.
"Yeah, Baby! Bring that ass over here!" a woman yelled at her.
She walked seductively over to the woman and slowly knelt down in front of the woman with her legs spread slightly. Baby grabbed the woman firmly by the shoulders of her work shirt and pressed her breasts provocatively in her face. While doing so, she told the woman to bite her bra. The woman bit down hard on Baby's bra while Baby reached quickly behind her bra, unclasping it, and laid back. Thus revealing her pale, firm, perfectly rounded, and B-cupped breasts to the audience.
"How's that?" Baby teased the audience while she rolled on her stomach and crawled slowly away toward the metal pole on the cold center stage.
As Baby grabbed the pole and stood in lust with her head seductively thrown back, she watched a man in the shadows that seemed to be wearing a black suit and drinking a variety of non-alcoholic beverages on the table. Is that Havoc? she wondered. Getting her head back in the game, Baby knelt slowly down once more and quickly ripped off the nylon tights, that she wore under a black skirt, to reveal black fishnet stockings. The red nylon tights hung loosely around the tops of her black boots in a puff of tethers.
"Yeah, you dirty slut! Show me those legs, you cunt!" a man in the audience yelled out in reaction.
Baby was used to the name lewd calling, but for some reason she felt more than insulted. Nonetheless, she began to slowly climb the pole, once she reached a decent height she bent backward and slid down vivaciously upside-down while holding two fingers to each breast and winking lustfully at the audience. Although she had been dancing, she noticed the suited man that was sitting in the shadows of the room had moved closer to the stage. She could now clearly see that he had a slight amount of stubble that formed around a kept goatee.
"My turn, sweetie." she felt Laney's soft hands slap her ass hard, which made the crowd explode with lewd gestures, and hands from the audience to gather along the outer edge of the stage.
Baby stood up slowly and shook her ass seductively side to side as she walked backstage. Walking into the dressing room she noticed that the suited man in the shadows was sitting in Laney's seat. Maybe it's just her boyfriend. Baby thought. With all previous worry out of her mind, she walked carefully into the laundry room and started to undress. She had just removed her last boot when she felt someone standing behind her.
"Hello, Baby." the man said in a low smooth voice, "I loved your show. Just one problem, though." his voice changed into a slight chuckle.
