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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 21:46:31 GMT -7
House was early. He needed time to set it up, grease some hands. Money talks louder than words. He got a private booth and an assurance that Angel would be directed to the backroom when she arrived, and given any assistance she would need to pull this off.
He inspected the private booth. It housed a short cat walk, a gyration pole and small light bulbs that lined the edges of the stage. Several comfortable chairs surrounded the stage, capable of housing a party of five. It more than suited his expectations.
Taking a moment to discuss the lighting situation with the manager who assured him the light sequence was set up to flash randomly and would continue to do so until it was shut off. A hostess assured him the drinks would be plied and continued until they left or closing, whichever came first. For his money, he was damn satisfied at the promised service.
Now to wait for Wilson. He looked at his watch. A few minutes to seven. He'd allow Wilson some time in differences in watches, but no more than twenty seconds past seven. He'd start paging him lurid messages. Angel had better be here.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 2, 2009 3:52:48 GMT -7
Wilson arrived, according to his watch, right on the dot. He was directed over to the private booth. Having a private booth would only mean one thing: House had planned something very special for him. Wilson wasn't even sure he wanted to know what that something was.
Seeing House, Wilson strolled over to him, trying to read his face to see if he could find out what was going on. Damn House and his ability to hide things when he needed to. "You really went all out, House, didn't know? Surprised you could book this booth and find a stripper for a private show with only a few hours noticed," he commented, casually.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 2, 2009 6:49:29 GMT -7
Angel had arrived half an hour early, just about completely ready to go. When she arrived, she was ushered to the back where the strippers got ready. One of the strippers offered her to use her vanity so she could get ready, which Angel thought was rather sweet.
"Are you nervous?" The blonde stripper inquired as Angel put her stuff down.
"A little, I mean, I've never actually done this outside of my house.." Angel replied, quickly changing out of her jeans and shirt into the lab coat she had brought with her.
"Just remember, eye contact, and always keep them wanting more." The blonde informed her. "Here, let's try this." She added, fixing Angel's hair so that it would fall out of the clip she had in it.
"Thanks." Angel blushed, glad for the woman's help. When she was ready, she was directed to where she would go on stage very soon.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 2, 2009 19:43:00 GMT -7
House saw Wilson walk up. The oncologist was scrutinizing House something awful fierce. House suppressed the urge to smirk. You are going to be surprised, Jimmy, House thought to himself. "You're surprised?" He replied to Wilson's question, "and you've known me how long?"
House waved the scantily clad waitress over to order drinks. "Nothing but the best for my friend," House said, "have to send you off properly, don't I?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 2, 2009 20:34:27 GMT -7
Wilson didn't know what to expect. One thing he did know was that the only thing that would surprise him right now would be if House got up on the cat walk and started stripping...Wilson let a small smirk cross his face at that thought. One other thing he knew was that House must have concocted a plan that would keep him from leaving, so the whole House getting up on the cat walk thing wasn't going to be happening.
"I'm afraid to know what your definition of 'properly' is," Wilson replied. He sat down in the seat nearest to the pole. He didn't know if that was a good or a bad idea, but he'd find out soon enough.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 2, 2009 20:47:44 GMT -7
Angel heard voices she recognized from behind the curtain where she hid. A sudden bout of nerves came over her. She looked at what she was wearing, and started debating with herself whether this was a good idea or not. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she heard the music begin to play.
"No going back now." She mumbled to herself taking a couple of seconds to let the beat wash over her. Putting on her best seductive smile, she drew back the curtains. She glided out onto the stage wearing her white lab coat, her legs covered by fishnets. On her feet, her favorite black stiletto heels that she didn't wear out very often. As Please Don't Stop The Music continued to play, she grabbed hold of the pole, wrapped one leg around it and twirled, landing right in front of Wilson. "You're absolutely sure you want to leave?" She purred.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 2, 2009 21:11:43 GMT -7
House smirked, taking a seat opposite Wilson. The music began to play. Good timing. He loved it when a plan comes together. He took a sip of his scotch, his eyes on Wilson's reaction to Angel dancing out. He raised his shot glass in a toast to Wilson, before finally looking at Fraser.
Damn, he knew she cleaned up good, cutting a fine figure in her lab coat, but this.... This was what heaven must be like. She was a tall drink of water, with legs that went on forever. If there ever was a heart breaker with a heart of gold, she was dancing on that stage, doing dirty things to that pole.
He turned to Wilson, "you're going to leave that? Look at what she can do to the pole!"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 2, 2009 21:26:04 GMT -7
Wilson took a small sip of his scotch. When the music started playing, he looked at the curtain intently, expecting almost anyone to come out from behind it. Still, he wasn't ready for what he saw. He ogled Angel. Only she could make a lab coat look so sexy, but that didn't make any of this right. House was such an idiot.
He took his eyes off of Angel for a moment to look at House as he said, "This is wrong on so many levels. How could you even think of doing this?" Despite his subtle anger, Wilson couldn't get his body to remove itself from the chair and walk out of the club.
Instead, he found his eyes wandering back to Angel and her perfect body. What he wouldn't do to...No. He couldn't think those thoughts. He couldn't let House's plan get to him.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 2, 2009 21:36:31 GMT -7
Angel smirked at Wilson's reaction. "You're leaving, how can this be wrong?" She purred, over hearing Wilson's words to House. "Just sit back, and enjoy the show." She added, moving back to the pole. Wrapping one leg around it and using the other for balance, she pressed herself against it, leaning back. As she did, the clip holding her brown hair up popped, letting her hair fall down her back. Twirling herself around again so she was facing them, she leaned back against the pole, unbuttoning her lab coat to the music.
When she got to the final button, she ripped it off, throwing it at Wilson with a wink. Underneath, she wore a black bra/thong set, with pink bows accenting it, matching garters holding up the fishnets.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 2, 2009 21:52:43 GMT -7
House leered at Angel before raising an eyebrow at Wilson's ridiculous fit of noble righteousness. "Oh, right, 'cause you're the paragon of virtue, heroically rescuing hos from their lives of sexy, dirty dancing against that pole, by god," House's gaze was drawn back to Angel and what she was doing. His head tilted, watching her writhe. "If this is wrong then I so don't want to be right."
Let it never be said that House was unprepared. House pulled out a wad of fifty dollar bills, folded lengthwise the way dancers liked. He waggled a bill between two fingers, reaching toward Angel to slip the bill in her thong. He may not survive the night, and oh, but what a way to go.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 2, 2009 22:06:18 GMT -7
Wilson wanted to kill and kiss House at the same time. Angel was a beautiful woman and Wilson would have no moral objection to watching her strip...if House didn't have that ulterior motive of trying to stop him from leaving behind this. Wilson figured, though, that the only thing he could do right now was to remain seated and take it like a man. He would have a nice talk with House afterwards...Aftewards meaning when he was safe in his new office at his new place of employment and only had to deal with House over the phone.
Wilson caught the lab coat and set it down in his lap. What a perfect way to hide any "excitement" he might get out of this, he thought. Seeing House holding some money in his hand, Wilson fished out his wallet and searched through his bills before and took out a twenty. He leaned forward slightly and placed it right next to House's money. "I'm a cheap bastard," he smirked, getting it in before House could say anything about his bad tipping.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 3, 2009 6:40:46 GMT -7
Angel rolled her eyes at the conversation going on between the two men. It was one of the things she admired about Wilson, his nobleness that is.Right now though, she just wanted him to have a good time. She smirked at both of them when they stuffed bills into her thong. She continued her routine, but couldn't help but wonder how strippers could dance with money in their thongs. It itched. She could hear the music reaching it's end, so she figured she'd make it a good ending.
Grabbing hold of the pole, she pressed herself against it, sliding up and down it before wrapping her legs around it. As she twirled, she prepared herself to slide down and end in the splits. When she was done, she looked up at the two men a smile on her face. She hoped she'd shocked and surprised the two of them well enough.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 3, 2009 20:53:01 GMT -7
"You said it," House smirked at Wilson regarding his snappy self-deprecation of his own cheapness. House pulled out another folded bill, this time a C-note. He swiftly tucked that into Angel's thong, enjoying the brief slide of his fingers against her skin. He sat back to enjoy Angel's finale, impressed despite himself. Angel made it look so good, he was getting a little hot and bothered under the collar.
Damn, she was flexible like he could not believe. If Wilson didn't snap that gem up, he was stupid. She was great, physically attractive, bendy in amazing ways and she was a doctor. Maybe he'd call Wilson's mom up, tell her all about Angel. He was sure mama Wilson would adore Angel, even if she was a shiksa.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Feb 3, 2009 21:06:55 GMT -7
Wilson finished off his neglected scotch as he watched the finale. Only House would arrange for something like this. Wilson absolutely could not let it get to him. He had to let House know that he was independent now...didn't need anyone and didn't need his friends trying to influence his important decisions anymore.
The show being over, Wilson stood up and handed back the lab coat to Angel. "You did great," he quietly said so only she could hear. Then he said, for the both of them to hear, "Just before I came here I got a call from Johns Hopkins. They told me that I don't have to wait another day. I can start tomorrow. And I am." He shifted his gaze back and forth between the two of them to see their reactions. Wilson had thought that he wouldn't be leaving for a few days, but he had the opportunity to get out of here sooner. He was going to take it, lest he have any last minute regrets.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 3, 2009 21:13:49 GMT -7
Angel stood up and moved gracefully off the stage, standing next to Wilson. She accepted her lab coat back, slipping it on, removing the bills from her thong and stuffing them into her pocket. She blushed when Wilson complimented her on the fact that she had done a great job. "Thanks." She murmured, casting her eyes to the ground.
Her smile faltered though at the mention that he would start tomorrow. "Look," She said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I did this to give you one last good time before you left. If you truly want to leave, there's nothing I can say or do to make you stay." She sighed. "I do not want you to live with any regrets. But please, stay a little longer, have a few drinks. Common, it's your last night here." She added, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.
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