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Arwen pulled open her make-up case and shook its insides all over the table. If Galadriel had been there, she would have simply brushed her makeup on the floor for hogging the dresser.
Hastily painting her lips ruby red in front of the mirror, she made sure to show cleavage and garter before leaving the dressing room.
Galadriel's number had gathered most customers close by the stage.
It was tuesday and early, but the Goldberry was packed already.
"You are late."
"Sorry Tom, wont happen again."
"No, or I'll sack you, gorgeous. Go work the back tables. Bring them their drinks while you are at it."
She wasn't a waitress, but took the tray from the bar. She scooped the table.
"Great. Orchs."
"Halforchs. Give them your best wiggle, they are here only to see pretty pussies."
She carried their beers and vodkas to them smiling brightly.
They poured the heavy drinks in their beer mugs making toasts. Arwen almost gagged thinking of the taste.
She licked her lips,
"Anyone in mood for a lap dance?"
Orchs stared at the stage. One of them stared at her breasts,
"When are you on stage?"
"In thirty minutes."
Relieved, Arwen took the tray and turned. A raspy voice with a heavy accent came from a corner she had thought empty,
"I'll have a lap dance."
Oh, fuck. Turning back to the table she had her best smile on.
Handing her a bill he stumped his cigarette to the ashtray.
His green eyes were almost yellow, like a lizard's eyes. He had high cheekbones and full lips. A half-elf. Arwen didn't even blink and kept smiling,
"Hello, handsome."
The orch handed him another bill,
"You don't have to smile."
She mellowed down a bit but didn't stop smiling. The Orch grabbed her chin,
"I told you, you don't have to smile."
"You are not allowed to touch me."
Arwen began her dance, almost hoping the arrogant scum would make the mistake of touching her again. He didn't. No wonder, Tom Bombadil had something of a reputation in the state.
Most men came in their pants when she danced for them, but the orch stared at her eyes without displaying any emotion. Arwen was used to men gazing at her body, that was what they paid for, but he kept his eyes on hers, even when she went topless. It was like he wanted to see her soul, and for a moment she could not turn her eyes away. A small smile came to his lips, seeing that got her spinning around in her heels giving him a booty show. Sometimes she let herself grind a little on the customers crotch to make them come faster. Though he had an obvious buldge, he was nowhere near so Arwen didn't bother.
When she was finished the orch stuffed a bill in each side of her strappy thongs.
Only after counting her tips on her break she realised he had tipped her with 100 dollar bills.
Bending on all fours she lifted her ass as high as she could. He bit her buttocks gently and let his tongue wonder between them,
"Mmmhhh, oh, ah, ahhhhhh..."
His finger found her clit and started rubbing it. He pushed his fingers inside her,
"Fuck me! Right now! Give it to me!"
Legolas opened his cargo pants relieving his fully erected dick. Eowyn turned, licking her lips,
"Oh, hon, I want to suck on that first..."
Legolas pulled her long golden hair gently, smiling boyishly,
"Go on, please, Eowyn..."
His long dick finally inside her, Eowyn meowed like a cat,
"Fuck me! Oh, just like that... Mmhh... Harder!"
Eowyns head banged on the bed frame,
"Ouch!"
"Sorry!"
Legolas pulled her further kissing her back,
"Mmmhhh, Legolas..."
"Are you working tonight?"
Eowyn's hair fell on her face and she brushed it behind her ear,
"Uhm, no. Tomorrow."
"Evening off? Wanna go have pancakes?"
Pulling her black trench on, she smiled a bit,
"Pancakes? Sure, why not. A little syrup is all anyone needs."
The fluorescent lighting almost made her eyes water. The Pancake Place was empty of other customers. Legolas placed his hand on her knee,
"How long do you think it will take for the waiter to come back?"
Evening had not gone as Eowyn had planned, but for Legolas she ignored her cell, silencing it, and stayed as long as he wanted.
Galadriel's eyes widened in the middle of her yawn,
"One of the orchs tipped you 200 dollars?"
Pulling her long shiny hair in a messy ponytail Arwen corrected,
"300."
"Did you check if they are fake?"
"They look and feel right."
Galadriel took off her stilettos and flexed her ankles crinkling her toes,
"What kind of a sick fuck invented heels, anyway?"
"Do you need a bandaid?"
"Thanks!"
Arwen tossed the blond a blue package. Sighing, she fixed her feet,
"Too big of a tip is never good, pumpkin. Maybe you should take a few days off."
They both knew she was not going to. Arwen zipped her jeans and pulled her cap on,
"Get some sleep, Gal. See you tomorrow!"
"Good Night! Hey, I would shut up about the money to Bombadil."
Tom Bombadil made sure the lights on the otherwise shabby Goldberry's billboard never went out. The letters were orange and violet, decorated with a curvy female figure.
Even the drunkest customers had vacated from the parking place the time Arwen walked to her car. Randy's locks didn't work, but she never kept anything precious inside.
What really sucked in Randy was the stick. After running away that was only one of the things she had to learn. She never had, not really, among others.
That was one of those nights her car didn't start.
"Come on Randy... I already showed you mine! Give me some love..."
Randy gave her only a loud pang before silencing.
"I know you are getting old, but try to service your girl!"
Randy wasn't in the mood and she could not even lock his door for it. She would have to call Fili&Kili's in the morning.
Picking her cell from her sack she dialed for a taxi, but the call never went through. She thought about asking a ride from Gal, but her apartment was 20 miles away, to the other direction, so she lifted her backpack and started walking while dialing the taxi station.
After a good 3 miles a black hummer drove by and stopped. Arwen kept her distance to the car, reaching for her phone with her other hand and pepperspray with the other. The driver kept the car running and opened the door to her right.
She texted Gal the licence number of the car before walking closer.
When she saw the yellow eyed orch driving it, she backed back out, keeping her voice assertive not to show she was afraid,
"Look, I am not a whore, ok. If you are looking for a good time there's an establishment on the..."
"I know you are not a prostitute. Do you need a ride?"
Once she got home, she texted Gal,
Arwen- home, syt
Gal- gnsd