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Saturday Afternoon - Badda Bing? (NFB) (locked thread to Becky)

Duce rose Saturday with a mission. Dressing in a hurry, she headed off to town in search of the 'gentleman's club' that she'd heard of. The Badda Bing - the name made her smile. The things she'd heard about it lead her to believe there'd be someone there who could help her with a rather embarassing predicament.

'Becky' was a name she'd heard around town, a woman supposed to be a pro at .. diverse arts. She wondered if the lady'd be at the club. She hoped..

(ooc: Becky? You on?)

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Becky is tending bar at the B-squared. She'd decided, upon meeting a charming gentleman (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/211268.html?thread=8162884#t8162884) in the park that morning, that she was going to keep herself on hold for awhile.

She whistles, smiling, and pours herself a shot.

[ooc: Reposted to fix, as I suck with the typing.]

Heading through the doors rather hesitantly, as if expecting to be stopped at any moment, Duce skulks to the bar. The woman behind the bar certainly fits the description she had of 'Becky', but so did several of the other women languishing around, so Duce decided to err on the side of caution and ask, "Hi. Could you tell me if Becky's working tonight?"

Becky smiles. "You're lookin' at her, hon."

She nods to Miho, who had, naturally, been ready to pounce if needs be.

Relaxing slightly, Duce quirks half her mouth in a smile, "Guys in town have good things to say about you. We have .. sort of a problem, we were hoping you could help us with." Duce considers her next words, trying to phrase things correctly, "We're looking for.. lessons, of a sort, and someone suggested you might be a good person to ask."

Becky quirks a brow.

"First of...what kind of lessons? And secondly...who's 'we'?"

Duce answers the second question first, "We.. " gesturing to the snakes, "are symbiotic. Their thoughts and ours are joined. We don't mean.. anyone else." Considering the first question, she says slowly, trying to state what she means, "We're a member of the V-club. That's not a problem, but.. there's this boy.. and we're .. clueless as to how to do anything.. he'd like. Just general.. messing around, kinda." Realizing how that makes it sound, Duce adds quickly, almost defensively, "He's a nice guy, and he doesn't want to rush us into anything, so he doesn't tell us what we should do. Which is aggravating as hell."

Duce unclenches her jaw, finishing, "When in doubt, ask a pro. We tried scouting porn, but that stuff is all so fake.."

Becky stares, and then laughs outright. "Let me clarify. Are you asking me how to get a guy to pay attention to you...or, how to absolutely drive him crazy wanting you?"

"His attention, we most definitely have, so.. option B) driving him absolutely wild." Duce smiles slightly. "Sex isn't an option at this point, but.. we'd rather he wasn't too bored with us."

Becky nods thoughtfully, and smiles. "Okay. I need info on this boy. How old he is, what his interests are...anything interesting. In order for this to work, you need material to work with."

Duce answers promptly, "17, music and us are his only two real interests, he's a very indifferent student, he doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, hates crowds of any kind, stutters when he gets nervous, likes to have his hair played with, and has the absolutely most gorgeous green eyes we've ever seen on a living human being."

Becky takes all this in, frowning in concentration. "Step into my office," she finally says, nodding to a barstool. "Now...your best bet is to be incredibly coy, and play him hot and cold. Flirt with him blatantly on minute, and but leave him hanging. Guys like a chase. It's instinctual."

Hopping up onto the barstool, Duce makes a face, "Been doing that, but not on purpose. You mean we should start being a tweaker on purpose?"

Becky nods. "Always leave him wanting more, until you are absolutely certain that you are ready to move it along. Keep yourself in control...but never let him know that. If he thinks he's lost control of the situation, it'll frustrate him."

Duce rubs her face and sighs, "Control, we can do. If we can keep the snakes from biting people that annoy them, we can keep the body from pushing for too much, too soon." Her mouth quirks, "Ok, so .. how do we get him to want more? Got the kissing part down, and the playing-with-his-hair-and-neck thing, but..the rest of it?" Hands flail the air in a gesture of frustration, "No idea. And he's absolutely no help, because he thinks he'd be asking for too much to ask for anything. The jerk."

Becky sighs, and leans on the bar. "Tease him. Barely touch him as you walk by, or give him a kiss out of nowhere, and then go back to whatever you were doing. It'll drive him nuts."

The frustrated hand gesture again, "We already do that. That's.. normal." She tries not to laugh with embarassment, "We mean.. when we're laying in bed with him.. is there anything in particular to do to ..er.. get him amped up?"

Becky quirks a brow. "And he's not responding to that? How...odd." She pours a few drinks for customers, and flicks hair out of her eyes.

She looks over at Duce, very seriously. "How far are you willing to go with him, exactly? Because...initiating something sexual that isn't exactly intercourse could certainly amp him up."

"Oh, he responds, then he turns into a perfect gentleman on us.." Duce mutters, "and if he can frustrate us, we should be able to frustrate him.. but we don't know how."

"The problem," she sighs, "is that we don't know what our options are. Chances are good he'd freak if we ripped his pants off. So.. assuming we're both in bed shirtless, but clothed from the waist down.. are there options?"

Becky grins wickedly.

"There are options. Men's chests are quite sensitive. I'd start with some neck kissing...and work your way down. He should respond very nicely. And if you frustrate him enough, you may see some results. That's not a promise, though."

"That's a thought," Duce says slowly, "although we have a feeling he'd wig if we went too low." Fiddling with a napkin on the bar, she mutters something about that, but it's low enough that the words can't be clearly made out. "We thought about dancing, but that.. well, that's akin to painting a sign over our head reading 'Justifiable Date Rape'. Heterae didn't screw around, in our day."

Becky looks confused at this, but lets it go.

"Um, dancing's good. I have a friend back home who's an exotic dancer, and that seemed to work well for her. But it's not for everyone." She sighs, and runs a hand over her hair. "Have you tried talking?"

"This'd be exotic, all right," Duce mutters. Beginning to tear the napkin into tiny pieces, she sighs, "We talk. We talk about everything, all the time. However, on this subject, we get to 'I don't want to push you too fast.' 'You're not pushing us. We're fine with this. Is there anything you'd like?' 'No, this is good, I'm happy just kissing you.' 'You realize we don't have a clue and would need directions, right?' 'Yeah.. this is fine.'" With a stifled noise of impatience, she begins folding the tiny bits of paper into mini-origami animals.

"You see what we mean by frustrating?"

Becky smiles. "I meant talking to him explicitly about what you want. The direct approach can work wonders."

"'We want you to tell us what you want us to do' circles right back to 'I don't want to push you'. We suspect telling him to go ahead and be pushy would be met with a bunny-inna-headlights stare and immediate bolt reaction. 'We want to make you feel good' circles right back to 'You are. I'm fine with this.'" Making a face of exasperation, she pushes a minute paper crane off to one side and begins a tiger, "Do they ever outgrow this?"

Becky makes a face. "Yeah...but you have a sensitive one. Most guys would've pushed for moving it along way before now."

She frowns. "Why don't you simply tell him it's not enough, and you want to take it further? Make him address your frustration. And if that doesn't work...simply tackling him could work. The element of surprise is a funny thing."

Smiling fondly, Duce agrees, "He is. Admittedly, we rather like his sensitive side, but.. it would occasionally be nice if he could shove it in a closet for an evening."

A paper tiger joins the paper crane, and a paper frog begins to take shape under her fingers. She answers honestly, "Because he'd worry that he was.. seducing us, or something, if we just said it. That's why we thought of finding a way to show him. Without causing him to panic and bolt."

Smiling at the mental image of just kicking his feet out from under him and pouncing on him, she admits, "That's our backup plan. The pouncing thing."

Becky nods. "Makes sense, about telling him, I mean." She chews on her lip pensively. "I'm used to dealing with much more eager men," she explains, "so this is new. Pouncing him, though, could work quite well. It would show that since he's caught off guard, he couldn't possibly be seducing you, and that you are ready to move it along. It's probably your best bet."

(ooc: HEE! Enabler!)

Duce nods thoughtfully, poking the paper frog with a finger to send it "hopping" toward the other two. "Eager would be good. We mean.. it's not that he's not.. it's just that he .." She makes a face, "squashes it. Is there any specific way to clue him that it's time to move past first base? One that doesn't involve smacking him with a baseball bat? Cuz we thought of that already."

Becky shakes her head. "Aside from telling him, or actively moving things along yourself...there really isn't much else. Sorry, hon."

[ooc: *whistles innocently*]

"So how would we actively move things along ourself?" Duce looks perplexed.

"Like I said earlier, kissing down his chest...perhaps undoing his pants?" Becky shrugs. "Things of that nature. But like you said, that could freak him out."

Duce makes a face, "The kissing wouldn't. The pants thing? Would. He'd stop us," she states confidently.. although she honestly doesn't sound too unhappy about Oz being an honorable git. "We thought about taking something from one of the scary porn things and handing him a jar of honey." .. but she doesn't explain further.

Becky laughs. "Stay away from honey. Trust me. Chocolate syrup is good though. Whipped cream, too. As long as you figure out beforehand how to clean it up."

Duce grins and mock-scowls, "He'd go get ice cream." Duce looks thoughtful, as though she were thinking of being completely evil (http://www.livejournal.com/users/medusae_x/25926.html) to Oz later that night. But of course, she couldn't be, because 16 yr old virgin females never, ever have thoughts like that.

Standing, she prepares to head out. "Thanks, Becky. Your ideas are good ones, and.. it helped just being able to .. talk to someone who didn't immediately tell us we were insane for wishing he were less noble."

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