learning to strip

Gabriel knocks on Jean-Claude's office door, shuffling his feet impatiently as he waits. Damn bloodsuckers...

"Come in, Gabriel." Jean-Claude called him, watching the wereleopard pimp enter. He inteded to do something about this character, and his partner Raina, as soon as his position of power was more stable. As soon as the council backed off and their emissary came and went, the wereleopard pride could be taken care of.

Gabriel stalks on, making it clear that he's not happy having to give the vampire anything. "I brought you something. From the wolves."

Jean-Claude nodded, gesturing him to continue.

He murmurs to someone outside the office, and two wereleopards bring in a third between them. He's bound and gagged, his lavender eyes wide. "He's yours to do with as you like...as long as you don't kill him, or ugly him up too badly--he still has to work for me." He gives an ugly smile, stroking the bound boy's face.

"He's pretty." Jean-Claude sounded almost surprised. He had expected the to try and give him the dregs of the pride, and though this boy was obviously ill used, he was quite... well, stunning. "By work for you, you mean as a prostitute, I assume?"

"Yes. But he's much more...talented...than that." Gabriel pushes the long-haired boy over a chair and pulls a metal-tipped flogger from his coat. He lashes the boy across his back, and he makes noise--but not exactly pain noise. He offers the flogger to Jean-Claude. "Try him yourself, if you'd like," he says, sounding rather bored.

"A masochist? Hm. Well, if he's going to be mine, I can't have him whoring himself out. I'll be using him to strip in the club and they can't be selling themselves. I'll give you half the profits he makes from that, and with this boy's body, it will be good money."

"Mmm...alright. For now." With a swoosh of his coat, Gabriel leaves, taking the other two leopards with him, leaving the bound one alone with the strange vampire.

"What's your name, pet?" Jean-Claude asked, his delicate fingers undoing the boy's gag.

Nathaniel blinks up at the vampire, nervously. "N-nathaniel," he says, in a barely audible voice.

"Nathaniel. Have you ever stripped before?" Jean-Claude asked, beckoning Nathaniel into a different room, which seemed to be just a large closet full of costumes.

Nathaniel shakes his head and follows obediantly, eyes wide, trying to take everything in.

Jean-Claude sized up Nathaniel quickly, then pulled out a simple costume of a silk shirt, black pants, purple briefs, stockings and boots. "Dress."

Nathaniel dresses, watching the vampire a bit sheepishly.

Jean-Claude left the closet and went to sit on a bed covered in black silk sheets. "Now strip for me."

Nathaniel nibbles his lip nervously, and undresses.

"Stop." Jean-Claude sighed. "Don't just undress. Have you never seen anyone strip?"

"I'm sorry," he says, even more quietly than before. He puts the clothes back on, blushing and looking down.

"Let me show you." the vampire chuckled. "You can't be shy. You have to be confident. It's what makes you sexy." He stood, dark blue eyes on Nathaniel as he began to unbutton his shirt, slowly, delicately, swaying his hips as if to music.

The shirt fell away, revealing his pale chest and cross-shaped scar, down to his narrow hips.

Nathaniel's eyes widen and his mouth falls open. "Wow..." he says, without really realizing it. He shakes his head, trying to pull himself together. "I'll...I'll do my best," he says, looking quite upset.

Jean-Claude chuckles, picking his shirt up and leaving it unbuttoned over his shoulders. "Try again. Take your time."

Nathaniel nods, looking resolute. "Okay." He undresses more slowly, not quite stripping, but definitely making it more sensual. However, he's obviously concentrating very hard. Comical, but hardly sexy.

Jean-Claude stood, taking Nathaniel's hands in his and pulling his shirt back on. He stood with his front pressed against Nathaniel's back and started to sway with him. "You have to relax, Nathaniel." he murmured against the leopard's ear.

"Ahhhhh..." he sighs, suddenly finding it even more difficult to concentrate. "Y-yes...sir..."

"Just call me Jean-Claude, since you're going to be working for me."

"Yes...Jean-Claude. Thank you..." he relaxes incrementally.

"Now strip."

Nathaniel tries again, getting into it a letter more this time, smiling at Jean-Claude, hoping for approval and another chuckle or a smile.

"That's better." the vampire's smile revealed his fangs. "Not quite ready for the stage, but I'm sure Jason can teach you a few more things."

His eyes widen at the sight of the fangs, and he struggles not to get all swoony. He perks up a little at the mention of Jason. "Oh! I know Jason. ...thank you."

"You can stay with Jason for the time being, then. But I expect to see you stripping in a week." Something seemed to occur to him and he looked Nathaniel up and down. "You are at least 18, yes?"

"Yes," he says, with a little laugh. "Thank you."

"Good. You go find Jason, he should be backstage." Jean-Claude shooed the leopard in the right direction.

Jason knocks gently on Jean-Claude's bedroom door several hours later, when the show is over and it's nearly dawn.

"Come in." Jean-Claude says. He has retreated to his bedroom, all too aware of the approaching sun. "Mon pomme, qu'est-ce que tu veux?"

Jason enters, smiling softly at his master. "It's about that new leopard, Nathaniel, master..."

Jean-Claude patted the bed beside him. "What about him?"

Jason sits, gently leaning against Jean-Claude. It's not sexual, he just enjoys it. "Well...we talked and...I think we might have a problem with him being a stripper." He sighs dramatically and speaks in a great rush. "He was a prostitute, I'm not sure if you knew that, you probably do, anyway, he doesn't think he's sexy, because people have only ever paid him for sex, that and he's not very confident, and he's *really* submissive, so...I'm not going to do him, 'cause he's a boy, but I think he needs someone to do him. Because they want to."

Jean-Claude put his head in his hands. "Mon dieu, that boy." he chuckled. "Thank you, Jason. I don't have time tonight, nor the energy, but tomorrow evening I would like you to feed me when I awake and bring him to me."

Jason grins. "Yes, sir." He kisses Jean-Claude gently on the cheek. "'night."

"Sleep well, mon petit." Jean-Claude kisses Jason's cheek affectionately.

"You too."