chuchie * sway like a native

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda swung her cheetah bag around her shoulder by the chain strap that held it there as she clutched eulaline's grip with her other hand. it was valentine's day, and ramilda, being notoriously ridiculous, refused to date anyone other than her chuchie for this specific night. no one was more perfect in her eyes, and ramilda would hate for her number one cheetah to waste the night on a filthy boy. they're never good for you, you know. especially if you find them in mexico on a "college visit."

so where was ramilda taking her best girlfriend on this hot and heavy night? kennedy's gentlemen's club, of course. where else would she be allowed to dance disco all night? plus, ramilda figured there would be a surplus of single men drowning their sorrows in naked women there, and she really hated having to dance alone these days. ramilda pulled herself out of a daydream as the door to kennedy's swung open for her. ooh, classy, a door man. ramilda curtsied at him and winked as she caught his eye. sucker.

some pitbull song blasted through the speakers as the two entered the club. ramilda made a cat call at a random passer by. way to get in the mood. ramilda could feel the music through her tacky cheetah platforms, and it rocked her to her bones. owwwwww, what a night. "chuchie? are you ready to see some naked ladies?!" ramilda screamed this over the music, laughing at the irony of the question. ramilda was ready to see some naked francos, but she couldn't seem to spot them on stage.

ramilda crawled through the crowd and snagged a spot by the bar. "screwdriver, dirty! ow!" she barked at the bartender before hopping up on a stool. ramilda shook her booty and hollered at all the stripper, letting her lust and uninhibited nature take her over. "get your ass up here, chuchie! the party's at the top!" ramilda had no idea what was going on, except the fact that she looked like a cheetah disco queen who was ready to take the strip club on head first. yeehaw, ramilda.

[eulaline alette poe]

eulaline poe squeezed the hand of her cheetah sister. ramilda was taking eulaline out on a valentine's day date, and the brunette was dying to know where the surprise location of the date would be. as they prowled the streets of ehu island in their high heeled shoes, eulaline tugged on ramilda's hand. "so bubba, where are we going?" even though eulaline knew it was supposed to be a surprise, the girl couldn't help but ask. she hated surprises. they were fantastic in theory, but not romantic at all in reality. if ramilda ever surprised eulaline with a wedding ring, the brunette would be furious that she wasn't involved in any of the ring shopping. eulaline used her free hand to pull her hair out of a ponytail as her sexy date dragged her across the street.

of course, suddenly the two cheetahs were on the prowl inside kennedy's gentlemen's club. the club looked like it was decorated for valentine's day, with a few hearts on the walls. it was nothing elegant and not much thought was put into it, but eulaline assumed the guys who were here weren't really here to be reminded so much of valentine's day but more-so expected breasts in their faces. the dancers were even festive, dressed in skanky red and white costumes. eulaline's hand finally parted ramilda's as she took off her cheetah print coat and threw it at one of the bouncers. hopefully she would see that again sometime…eulaline laughed as ramilda asked if chuchie was ready to see some naked ladies. "of course!" the brunette yelled over the loud music, fist pumping the air. at the moment, a scantily clad dressed nurse was walking the catwalk. eulaline couldn't help but be filled with laughter as she listened to all the horny men howling at her. "ow!" she caught ramilda howling, too. eulaline shook her head a little as the blonde pulled her up on the stool beside her. suddenly, eulaline was dancing on top of the bar.

god, what a romantic valentine's day.

"christ, matsen, this might be the best valentine's day of my life." eulaline normally stayed away from that whole "foursquare" business (after all, who gave a shit where you were at that moment? and if they did, they probably wanted to stalk your ass), but kennedy's would be a fantastic location to foursquare. or, whatever the verb for that was.

normally, eulaline kind of hated dancing with ramilda. the cheetah had the moves of an ostrich on crack and somehow thought she looked like the swan queen when she danced. that's why eulaline felt it was necessary to bend over towards the bartender and make sure that she and her sexy valentine's drinks would never be empty. "merci beaucoup, mon beau!" she shouted over the music, flinging her body up again, throwing her arms over her head.

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ "ow ow chuchie!" now ramilda hated to be boastful, but honestly why did eula even bother? next to ramilda she was a pale comparison of a dancer. i mean, yeah she was trained in ballet but she didn't know how to move freely like ramilda did! and seriously, if the two counted up the tips they were boundless to receive upon mistake, ramilda would hands down have a boat load more. no offense.

ramilda leaned over and kissed chuchie's sweaty little cheek upon noticing that her fellow cheetah had had their drinks refilled. she may be in denial about her dancing skills, but she was such a doll. ramilda wished eulaline was a boy so they could date. how cute that would be! ramilda took a break from her insane dance moves and bent down, nearly falling over onto the bar. one foot ended up resting on her raised bear stool while the other dangled off the side of the bar that she sat on.

ramilda took a long gulp of her drink and squeezed her eyes together as it burned it's way down her throat. god, what a loser! she hadn't even thought about that part. she stuck her tongue out, "whew!' she shrieked. ramilda laughed at herself a little and bit on a finger, hoping not too many people noticed. ah, what the hell. "notice me all you want, buggers!" ramilda yelled up in the air. she leaned back on her elbows and made direct eye contact with the femmy male bartender. she bit her bottom lip and winked. oh god, what if he didn't even like girls!

ramilda swiveled off of the bar and somehow made it steady on the ground in one swift movement. she should do stunts in movies or something, jesus. once on the ground she began swaying her hips to the britney spears song playing. she looked up at eula still dancing on the table top. "i can see your cooch down her, sweet thang!" ramilda cat called at eula and stood on her toes, holding a dollar up to her. i mean, if ramilda didn't get the ball rolling how else would they be able to afford big island pizza once they got home?

[eulaline alette poe]

eulaline always felt free when she danced, even if it was trashy dancing on top of the bar of a strip gentleman's club. she took little notice as her blonde friend stumbled all over the bar, or whatever she was doing. eulaline took this as an opportunity to shine. so, the brunette kicked her silver stilettos off of her feet and behind the bar and kicked her leg up into the air, dropping it and getting on her toes as she shook her ass around for the crowd. it had been months since eulaline poe had had a boyfriend, and gotten perverted male attention, and this lonely brunette wanted to cherish any attention she got from a man on this day of love.

"i can see your cooch down here, sweet thang!" ramilda yelled over the music from the floor and eulaline laughed. she bent over towards ramilda, hands on her knees and ass in the air facing the bartender. "girl, why do you think they call me coochie?" she winked at her date, and grabbed her drink from the bar, chugging it all in one gulp. eulaline sat on top of the bar in front of ramilda, watching as a girl dressed in what looked like a cupid's costume started to walk down the catwalk. "think we can find our way onto the catwalk tonight?" eulaline asked ramilda curiously, her eyes sparkling at the idea. she knew ramilda would be game. this fierce cheetah was always on the prowl for something exciting to do.

"here, here, here.. i've got a plan. we sneak backstage and find the costumes. in case anyone asks, my stripper name will be… uh, kitty la douce and yours will be uh, whatever you want. sugar ice or something. whatever you want. anyway, we'll go back there and steal some costumes and just make our way on stage like we own this mother fucking joint. and then we can see how much we can take off before they kick us out of here, or something. you game?" that was a rhetorical question, of course she was. eulaline placed her hands beside her on the bar, using them to softly push her off the tabletop and onto the floor. she turned around, happy to see that both her and ramilda's drinks were refilled. "cheers!" she said, handing ramilda her drink and clinking their glasses together. "happy valentine's day, boo. now let's get rolling." eulaline started to pull ramilda towards the back of the room.

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda lit up with excited as chuchie suggested that they make it onto the catwalk by the end of the night. she'd always wanted to be a model! or she had decided just then that she'd always wanted to be. whew, ramilda. such a dreamer. such a classy dreamer. as chuchie continued to describe their soon to be put into action quest of sneaking into the costume closet and making their way up there, ramilda grew even more excited. she reached out and held chuchie's hands, smiling more largely than she ever had before and squealing.

bubbles continued grinning like an idiot as she and chuchie clinked glasses together. "chug!" ramilda responded to chuchie's "cheers!" she couldn't stop laughing. what did that even mean? ramilda wreaked of ecstasy as she ran after eulaline, attached at the hand for the back of the club. "hey, while we're at this i call the indian! or, excuse me, native ameeeerican!" ramilda sort of sang this last part. she couldn't stop thinking about how fine she'd look as a slutty pocahontas. if they didn't have one of those costumes she'd probably pee her pants out of depression.

ramilda took eulaline's hand as they came to a stop and spun her around in a circle like a ballroom dancer before kissing her forehead. wow, they were so incredibly seductively cute. how did she not have bills in her bra strap already? ramilda looked over at eula and brought a difnger to her lips as she approached a curtain leading to the back dressing rooms. the two slipped through them and into a hallway of bright lights and sexy ladies. "hey girls!" ramilda said, high-fiving one of the strippers as she exited the curtain. "now, where should we start?" ramilda said, pulling her shirt down to show more cleavage and eying the makeup counters, not wanting to waste one more second of their beautiful valentine's night.

[eulaline alette poe]

"kay, you can be the skanky pocahontas," eulaline was totally okay with that. she was going for something more fierce, but not cliché. like, eulaline didn't want to go for a slutty nurse, or anything. nah, any girl could pull that off. since her stage name was kitty la douce, eulaline figured it out only be appropriate to be a sexy kitty. mreowwww! "well, i call dibs on catwoman!" eulaline couldn't wait. she was enthralled to have an audience watch her dance. bouscher hadn't put on any productions since the nutcracker and not a soul would see eulaline dance on stage until the showcase at the end of the year. after tonight, that was. the attention-whore in her loved being the center of everyone's attention.

once they reached the back of the room, ramilda stopped eulaline and spun her around like they were dancing in a ballroom. "oh, bubbles, you are too smooth!" she giggled, nodding once she saw ramilda's finger at her lips. eulaline thought that meant being quiet and creeping past everyone, but within seconds of ducking past the curtains and being backstage, ramilda was high-fiving one of the strippers. well, i guess i did tell her to act like we own the place, eulaline thought, trying to justify her friend's actions. she glanced around the room, immediately spotting racks and racks of costumes. "c'mon, bubbles," eulaline practically whispered, dragging ramilda over to the costume racks, smiling and waving at any of the confused strippers they passed.

once they were at the costumes, eulaline looked around them to make sure no one was within earshot."i hope we don't get herpes," she whispered, beginning to dig through the costumes. she knew she would be able to find some kind of growl-licious costume. finally, she found a black bikini with a tail on the bottoms and both a headband and a collar in the attached bag. "god, we're going to look so hot. i can't wait to see how many tips we get." she thought out loud, studying the bottoms of the costume to make sure they had been washed. though this had been a great idea at first, eulaline was beginning to get scared about catching an std. next valentine's day, she and bubbles would have to bring their own costumes.

[ramilda ulysses-jane matsen]

{ ramilda snickered as chuchie made a comment about getting herpes. next to losing her cheetah sisters or getting food poisoning, contracting herpes was totally ramilda's greatest fear. honestly, not even a joking matter. but why could she not stop drinking? i mean, laughing. why could she not stop laughing? "why is there no indian?" ramilda said as she huffed and puffed through the costume rack. eventually, she found a peacock costume. "oh it comes with a hat!" she yelped as she found a pillbox hat with netting attached dangling off the hanger that held a metallic blue leotard with brown and green feathers trailing behind, all in a frenzy of glitter. it was no pocahontas, but it would do.

ramilda slipped out of her clothes and set her red platforms to the side as she wiggled into the skin tight leotard. it barely held her boobs in. well, that would give the boys a sight to see. ramilda caught sight of herself in the mirror and winked at herself with a smirk. if anyone asked her how she was feeling just then it could all be summed up with a 'hell yeah.' "chuchie!" ramidla screamed, turning around and shaking her butt at eula, tickling her with the feathers of her leotard. "pretty?" if by pretty she meant cheap, costume-y, and skanky, yet WONDERFUL.. then absolutely.

ramilda grabbed a handful of glitter and flicked it in the air between eula and herself, before slipping back into her platforms and grabbing the hand of her fellow cheetah. some old burlesque song was moaning from the stage, and ramilda seriously just could not wait. dragging chuchie with her, ramilda ran as fast she could in her killer heels to the line leading out onto the runway. she scooted past some he-man, a hag, and a monet, to get her and chuchie next in line. "let's go!" ramilda screamed when a little man with a headset gave her a thumbs up. "au'revoir, bitches!" ramilda said, blowing kisses at the girls behind them. damn, now it was time to show these gentlemen what valentinte's day was all about.