Contents Warning: no real sex, but a very graphic and drooly description of a male body and a strip act.
Music: What else? **snicker**
Dedicated to: D.T., who planted this wicked idea in my overly-fruitful mind, and Rogue, my favourite Wonderstripe.
Author's Note: Well, D.T. gave me the idea of Mac as an exotic dancer and Rogue wanted a story with her and MAc and that combined into this.
Oh, and Deeg? ... Illustrate THAT! **insane laughter**
Disclaimer: Oops, silly me, did I say they were mine? I didn't? Good, then I didn't lie. ;-) Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, Stoker, carbine, Harley and Rimfire belong to the creators of BMFM, whoever they are. All the SL characters belong to Decembergirl. But everyone else is mine. I made no money off this and I don't think I ever will. Bummer. ;-)

 

Ladies' Night

A young woman stood behind the bar of the pub, overlooking the crowd.
Saying the patrons were different then the ones they usually had, would be an understatement of the same size as "Vinnie's got a tad of an ego."

Being the only pub in a miner's town, their usual clients were miners, rough, tough macho mice and men who drank heavily, cursed, sang dirty songs and collapsed on the floor, leaving the barkeepster to pick them up and drag them home.

But tonight, the pub was filled with women. Young women, old women, single women, married women, all ages and marital statuses had come tonight. Because tonight was Ladies Night.
Tonight, as it would be every second Wednesday of the month, all the women of the town gathered in the pub to talk, drink a little, chat, have a good time, and of course, to watch the show.

"Hey, can we get two rootbeers, please?" A young mouse-woman with a white stripe running through her red hair leaned on the bar. Next to her stood a brown-haired human girl.

"Hiya, Rogue, Hayden," the young woman greeted them, "Here's your rootbeers. How are your guys doing?"
"Oh, the usual, Hayden said."
"Yeah, Nik's on Towser's case because he is acting, quote 'so god-damn-sappy I'm gonna be in major need of an insulin transfusion if I hang around you for one more minute' unquote, and Towser says that Nik's just 'a daft, insensitive male chauvinist pig'."
"So, which one of them is right?"
"Both, of course," Hayden and Rogue chorused, and all three of them laughed at that.

"So, what time does the show start?" Rogue wanted to know.
The woman looked at the clock on the wall and said: "In five minutes."
"Oh, good! C'me on, Hayden, Let's get us some good seats."
And with that, Rogue grabbed Hayden by the arm and stormed off to get good seats, close to the stage.

As soon as they  were gone, the woman behind the bar turned back to washing glasses, but not ten seconds later, the door flew open and a blonde girl entered.
"Princess !"
"Deeg ! Hiya ! You're just in time for the show !"
"Oh, good. Can I have a rootbeer ?"
"You need to ask ? Girl, there wouldn't be a show without you and you know it. Thanks again for lending him to me."
"Ah, it was nothing," she grinned, "It gets him out of my way."
"Here's your rootbeer. Oh, I gotta go announce the show."

The young woman stepped up to the stage, looking very nervous as she switched on a microphone.
"Testing, one two three! This thing on? Good. Ahem. Welcome to the first Ladies Night here at The Sailors Arms. I hope you're all enjoying yourselves."
Loud cheers forced her to be silent for a few seconds.
"Well, it's gonna get even better. In her infinite goodness, Miss Decembergirl has done me the honour of letting me borrow one of her creations."
Applause and cheers of "Way to go, Deeg!" and "WooHoo".
"So, without further ado, or adon't, and yes, I did get that from the Muppet Show, ladies, gentlewomen, Rogue,"
A silly grin at the Wonderstripe, who was sitting as front row as she could get.
"I give you: Anakin 'Mac' MacCloud!"
As the curtains slip open, Rogue shouted "Can we keep him?", but when the music started even she was quiet.

The entire stage was dark, except for one circle of light, where Mac stood. He was wearing black, sparkling, bell-bottom pants, a black T-shirt and a red glittering vest, bare-footed. Leaning on his right leg, his had his left thumb hooked in his pant pocket, his other arm hanging loosely against his body, his head hanging down and slightly cocked to the right, eyes closed as the intro of "Hotel California" floated through the room.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colita's rising up in the air.

As the strange, high voice of the singer started, Mac slowly started moving, swaying to the rhythm, almost unnoticeable at first, but always a little more.

Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my eyes grew dim, I had to stop for the night

Mac slowly walked over the small catwalk, hips swaying all the time, until he reached the end, where a pole connected the stage with the ceiling and where Rogue was sitting, staring her eyes out.

There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell.

Slowly, he got on one knee in front of Rogue, sliding one finger across her jaw seductively, then got up again.

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way? There were voices down the corridor. I thought I heard them say:

Still swaying to the music, he seductively rubbed his back against the pole, all the while still staring Rogue in the eyes, moving all the way down until he was on his knees before her, then back up again.

Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face. Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California, every time of year you can find it here.

At the word 'welcome', Mac held out his hand to Rogue and pulled her on stage. Blushing bright red, especially at the various whistles from the audience and Hayden's whispered 'All right, Rogue!', she complied and they danced with and around it other to the chorus.

Her mind was tiffany-twisted, she's got a Mercedes Benz. She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she called friends.

They were still dancing together, although the dance got a little more 'intense' now. None of the women in the audience even thought of being jealous. I their minds, they were all up there on stage with Mac, dancing, moving, swaying to the music.

How they danced in the frontyard, sweet summersweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

Mac let one side of his jacket slip from his shoulder, meanwhile letting go of Rogue. He stepped back a bit, offering her the shoulder. A bit hesitant, she took hold of the jacket and Mac turned to face the audience, his back towards her. The other side of the jacked started sliding off, too, and automatically, Rogue took hold of that too.

So I called up the captain: "Please bring me my wine." And he said: "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969."

Mac slid out of the jacket with the litheness of a snake and then turned to take his jcket from Rogue, throwing it backstage.

And still those voices are calling from far away. They wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say:

Rogue was quickly gathering courage now and started to pull his shirt out of his pants, letting her hands take liberties underneath it, sliding it up so that everyone else culd see his stomach.

Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face. Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California, every time of year you can find it here.

Again, they danced and again, the audience was entranced by their dance, feeling as if they were dancing, too.

Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice. She said we are all just prisoners here of our own device.

The shirt went all out now, revealing Mac's muscled chest, shoulders, back and stomach.

And in the masters chambers they gathered for the feast. They stabbed me with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast.

Rogue was grinning ear to ear now, all shyness gone, and slowly undid Mac's fly buttons, one by one, encouraged by the shouts, cries and whistles from the audience. At the bar, two blond-haired girls grinned at each other. This show was a huge success.
And down came Mac's pants, leaving him in nothing but a black leather thong. There was a dazzled silence at first, broken only by the music and a few gasps, and then they all roared in unison. The males of the town were going to have to work out a lot if they'd want their women happy from now on.

Last thing I remember I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.

He danced around some more, making sure every one got a clear look, flexing his muscles, smiling, grinning, charm set to 'stun'.

"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you want, but you can never leave."

After one last round of the stage, he walked towards the exit, winked at Rogue and dissapeared just as the word 'leave' sounded, leaving a room full of dazzled women and Rogue in a state of shock.

"I think he did pretty good, don't you?" was the barkeepster's comment to Decembergirl.



**giggle**, **giggle**, **giggle**

**shakes head** "Juvenile girl. Can't se a semi-naked guy without giggling."

"Yeah, so what? It was fun and that's what's important."