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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 22:20:45 GMT -6
Although he didn’t wear a wedding ring, Luciano was faithful to his wife and family. They had a laid back open relationship before they got married and had kept it that way up until their sons were born. Most recently when business began picking up again and Luc was made Caporegime for the DeFazio family, Abela moved into their summer place in the hamptons where she was able to work and take care of the boys. Luc lived along in the penthouse apartment at the pierre hotel almost every other month when they were in the hamptons.
Luciano made his way through the stripper club dressed in a black tailored suit with a dark gray silk shirt underneath. He looked relaxed although he never was in a place like this. He never did like seeing women demoralize themselves for a quick buck. He had respect for women since he was raised by his mother, and was taught how to treat them properly. He headed to a private booth where a waitress took his order for a drink, he ordered a scotch and just relaxed in the dark atmosphere that was the strip club. Instead of spending the night drinking alone or pulling a hit, he was up for something different tonight, something he might actually enjoy.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 16, 2009 22:34:44 GMT -6
Sy stood behind the curtain, peeking around it. She enjoyed dancing but, dancing in front of old men who didn't have enough class to find them a girl, wasn't enjoyable at all. She caught a glimpse of a decent looking guy walk in but, she was interrupted by the girl who walked off stage. She moved out of way, refraining herself from hitting the girl. She returned to looking out from behind the curtain but, she didn't see the man anymore. She heard her name called from the back, which meant it was her turn.
She walked on to the stage, dressed in a blood red corset top and black short shorts made of latex, she had matching heels. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 22:38:04 GMT -6
When his drink arrived he slipped the girl a nice tip and drank from the scotch. He played with the glass in his hands against the table as his eyes fell upon the stage and the blue eyes of the blonde that had just walked on it. His eyes traveled up her long and smooth legs as a strange feeling he hadn't felt before he was married began to grow in the pit of his stomach. His eyes fell on hers once more before sipping from his glass again.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 16, 2009 22:48:44 GMT -6
Music started to play, Sy moved to the music, her hands running all over her body. She walked to the pole, encircling it after a pause in the music. She looked around as she walked around the pole a time or two before actually dancing exotically. She saw the man she'd spotted before, her eyes stayed fixed for a moment before getting yelled at by one of the patrons. Her hands continued to run over her body as the music sped up and slowed after some time. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 22:52:31 GMT -6
Luc had moved to the end of his booth as he watched with a small but still present smile on his face as he watched her. It felt as though there wasn't anyone else in the club but her on the stage and himself. He found himself playing absent mindedly with his ring finger that was vacant from a wedding ring. He didn't wear it for business purposes but had it on a thick gold chain that he wore around his neck and never took of..
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 16, 2009 23:02:18 GMT -6
Sy continued to glance over at the booth the man in the tailor black suit, sat in. She smiled at him for a second before being grabbed at by the men who sat around the stage. She looked at them, stepping away from them. She looked up and surveyed the rest of the club before dancing again. She trying to ignore the grabbing hands, finishing her routine on schedule. She looked back at the man once again. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 23:07:38 GMT -6
He stared down the men who were grabbing at her, he motioned over to one of his security friends and whispered something into his ear and slipped him a bill. The guard went over to the stage and warned the men that they better behave themselves or they were gonna be bounced out. He had told the guard that if they grabbed her or even spoke up to her again, they would be more than bounced. That was the type of repercussions you dealt with when you were disturbing a member of the DeFazio family.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 16, 2009 23:16:45 GMT -6
Seeing the bodyguard walk over and talk to the men, Sy stopped and looked back over at the man sitting in the booth. She shook her head and tried to finish the routine. Unfortunately, one of the men wasn't afraid of the bodyguard or what could happen to him afterward. He grabbed Syrina by the anckle and gave her a smirk. She looked around for a moment before bending down to look him in the eye. She whispered something to him and he let go of her anckle. Sy had dealt with these types before. She told him to meet her out back after she was finished. She stood back up and finished, leaving the stage but, not leaving the room just yet. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 16, 2009 23:29:37 GMT -6
When her dance was over Luciano drank down the rest of his scotch in a gulp and stood from the booth. He walked almost leisurely around the tables on the floor and over to the side of the stage near where the girls were going to the back of the house. The bouncer looked across at him from the other side of the stage, with a swift move of his hand the bouncer was removing the guys from the front to take them outside for a talking to. Luciano caught up to where Sy was off stage, " I appoligize, I would like to say that all boys grow up from being jerks but some theres really no excuse...i'm having them taken care of." He told the girl with his signature smirk.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 16, 2009 23:48:17 GMT -6
Sy turned around, a bit taken back at the site of the man she couldn't keep her eyes off of. "I am used to it. Thanks but, I could of handle it myself," she said, turning back around. She tried not to make eye contact, that is how it all started for her. She'd look a guy in the eye and then her mind would cause her to think she was falling for him. She turned back around for a moment, "You seem like the most decent guy here." |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 17, 2009 13:15:58 GMT -6
"You could handle it yourself but its nice to let others take care of things once in awhile. My names Luciano, they call me Luc." He motioned to the waitress to get him another drink from across the room. He wasn't used to speaking to women if it were more than a business associate or his wife. He did not converse easily with strangers but there was something comforting about her, like he wanted to know her better.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 17, 2009 13:23:37 GMT -6
Sy smiled, "Well I guess I can't really denied the fact that I am tired of getting my own hands dirty. I am Sy... I mean Syrina." She continued to walk toward the back rooms to change, though she paused just in front of the door. She turned and looked at Luc, "Wait at your booth and I'll come have a drink and a chat with you." She'd repay him for his kindness with a drink or two plus a chat, it was the least she could do. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 17, 2009 13:28:22 GMT -6
"Will do." He said with a smirk as he began walking back to his booth. The waitress met him once he got there and put his glass down in front of him. Before sitting down he made sure to tip her generously and then proceeded to slide in the booth and pulled his drink along across the table to sit in front of him. He leaned back into the plush leather of the booth and rested his elbows on the table as he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 17, 2009 13:33:37 GMT -6
Sy walked into the back and grabbed one of the silky robes she brought to cover up when she was just taking care of business with them men who grabbed at her. She wiped off the bright colored lip stick from her lips and replaced it with a clear shine gloss. She walked back out and over to the booth in which Luc sat in. "So what business brings you here today?" she asked, sitting down in the booth. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 17, 2009 13:42:42 GMT -6
He relaxed a bit when she sat down in the booth. He smiled across at her before looking down into his drink and speaking. " I'm not sure really." He told her honestly, " I don't usually come to joints like this." He added as he drank from his scotch. He motioned for the waitress to come back to the booth so that Syrina could order a drink if she wanted.
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