Author's note: This is probably the first of several short stories featuring more explicit/sexual takes on various famous "strip" scenes from movies and television, that actually didn't feature any stripping or had barely any nudity. This one is based upon the introduction sequence of Olivia Wilde's character in the 2011 comedy Butter but extended and x-rated. As for the female Sheriff later in the story, just imagine Jennifer Morrison. She played together with Wilde anyways, and Cameron/13 is one of the more underrated pairings in the House fandom.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the movie Butter, nor the original script or the character of Brooke Swinger. I have never met Olivia Wilde and all characters in this are not based upon any real-life people and meant as parodies of their movie counterparts. Brooke's age from the script had been adjusted to be closer to the real-life age of Olivia Wilde when the movie came out.
Bob parked his busted minivan in front of the club and walked in. Having the money he had now, he could easily pay the woman of his small town dreams what she deserved. It was a girl he knew for some time now, and saw almost daily, stalking the streets of the cul-de-sac. Back when he was younger, his family used to sometimes babysit the brunette, and from the moment she got older, he always dreamed of her. He knew for a fact it was somewhat mutual, but at the same time, her job always required payment upfront, meaning that even then he never truly managed to get what he desired. Walking in, he sat down in front of the stage, on one of the unoccupied chairs, looking around. He recognized many of these men - teachers, bartenders, even a preacher.
They all came to watch her.
Lulu's "Upon Sir, With Love." started blasting through the speakers as a petite, thin, woman in her mid-20s walked out, swinging her hips.
She had a black Betty Page hairdo and several rather simple tattoos, a row of stars scattered across her belly and neck and a small cupid on her left breast. Her dance moves were slow and sensual, and it was clear she loved her work. She was wearing a blue jean vest, tied in the front, semi-transparent and glittering in the dim light of the night club, a red bra, daisy dukes, black thigh-high boots and a mesh pantyhose. She was the local star attraction, for the tiny locale was completely filled up, and she knew it.
Her name was Tokyo Rose.
Climbing up the pole, she bent down, giving the hollering crowd a good view of her panty-clad ass. Looking at the patrons through her spread legs she brought up one hand to her mouth and started pushing her tongue in between her fingers, stimulating cunnilingus. The crowd went wild.
Smiling, she continued her climb to the top. Using one hand to hold herself steady Tokyo used the other to untie her shirt and throw it into the awaiting crowd. Three or four men hollered, catcalling and throwing money at her feet. Twisting around the pole she bent backwards, giving everyone a good look at her thin, sexy figure.
Continuing her act Rose dropped down to the ground, leaning against the pole for assistance. Looking Bob straight in the eyes she crouched and spread her legs, the Daisy Dukes barely hiding the pink velour protecting her panties. The crowd went wild. With a wink she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra, before throwing it away into the awaiting audience's hands. Licking her lips Tokyo massaged her nipples into little peaks, before dropping on her knees and gyrating. Crawling on her hands and knees she turned and twisted a couple of times before standing up, and unbuttoning the single fastening at the front of her Dukes, slowly pushing them down to the ground while swinging her hips and showing off her ass.
