Squeals are heard in the small apartment, faint techno music playing in the background, and a young woman's voice, cooing. Lina was currently in her bedroom, leaning in forward in front of the worn full-size mirror, applying dark make-up around her long lashes that framed virtually black eyes. Her night was free and she was planning to spend it with two of her girlfriends at a local underground place. The blond leaned to the side, turned off the stereo and took a few steps back to check her appearance as a whole. Hands slid down the yellow dress she wore, quite intricate in design, with fishnet covering her left arm [1, 2]. She stands taller than her natural height with these shoes, with her hair curled and dominating her thin shoulders.

A pleased sigh escaped her before she left the room, snatching her black leather jacket off the bed and her small purse. The kitchen was much brighter than the bedroom had been, but it was packed and cozy. A brunette teenager sat at the table looking through a magazine while Jenny, Lina's one-year-old daughter, was playing with the only toys she had, a few balding dolls that she had gotten from her grandparents. The child looked up at her mother with an expectant smile, then flung her arms up to be picked up by the blond.

Lina moved in to lift Jenny into her arms, rocking her gently as she spoke of directions for tonight. "Jenny took a nap in the afternoon, so you guys can stay up a little longer if you want," Lina began, to which the brunette babysitter just nodded her head, half-listening. "I'll be out all night, so you can take up my bed if you get sleepy; there's some movies I rented a while ago that you can watch-- Oh, and don't forget to give Jenny her medicine," With that, the child was handed towards the teenager, and eventually Lina was out the door.

Thirty minutes later, she was striding into the filling place with two other women, both brunettes, while Lina was the bleached blond one. Their destination was the bar, and the three took up their seats at the bar-counter; her two friends talking amongst themselves while Lina silently observed the place. When the 'tender arrived to take her order, she got herself something simple, red-bull and vodka. Lina didn't pay much attention to the growing crowd, simply dug through her purse, found her Capri cigarettes and lit one up, allowing the cloud of smoke to billow up above her head.

"Hey Adam babe!" Rachel called loudly as she entered the back entrance of the bar in the underground. Adam was one of the many big guys to help keep the peace if things ever got of hand. Which, being in the Underground, happened more often then anywhere else in New York. "You ready for a good night sweetheart? " The large black haired boy turned and smiled at her. He was pulling a keg along in each hand, his short hair sticking up from the gel he applied to it. His tight black tank-top hugging his well sculpted body nicely. "Oh, babe, you look good enough to eat tonight! Keep an eye out for anyone lookin' for some. I know I'll me watchin' that nice ass of yours!"

Adam laughed a rich deep laugh and gave Rachel a long look over too, his light brown eyes carefully scanning her. "Ray hun, I'm yours any night you call me. Just say the word and I'm there." Rachel ran a hand threw her long flowing red hair that was hanging freely around her face and shoulders. She was wearing swoop-neck black quarter sleeve shirt and tight well worn jeans with a pair of black leather boots that gave her an extra three inches.

"You're to sweet. But you know I don't mingle my work and pleasure... often." Rachel winked her bright green eyes at him and turned to head out to behind the bar. Right at 9:05 Rachel was where she loved to be. Behind the bar of the Underground. The people, the gossip, the money and then the even easier money when she found a sucker who would gamble with her. This was her life, and she loved it.

On the basement floor, women came in out of curtains and rooms: some nude, some clothed, some in between. A few paces from the exit was a young woman standing next to her locker. She was talking on her cell phone.

"Did you do your homework?", she asked the person on the phone.

"Yes, mommy.", a calm girl's voice responded.

"Good. Now what should you do before you go to sleep?"

"Brush my teeth..."

"And?"

"Use fluoride, swish it around, and spit it out. Also to floss my teeth."

"Now don't forget to tell your nana to help you with the fluoride, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, it's almost bedtime. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay. I love you, mommy."

"I love you, too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The woman hung up the phone, and placed it in her locker, walking quickly to her vanity table, with a mirror in front of her, and dozens of make up products. She picked up bright red lipstick, and moved it across on her lips, gently and smoothly. She was getting herself ready for another performance. Even though this wasn't her first dance, nor first day, she still wanted to arrive like fireworks: exciting and creating sparks.

"Hey, your up in 1 minute.", a man said to the woman as he came out through the curtains. The woman nodded in response. She looked at the clock. The big hand was almost on the 2, while the little hand was on the 9. That was almost her cue, and also the fact that another woman came out of the curtains with money on her garter belt. The woman got up from her seat, putting on her black fedora, and her black coat. As the upcoming woman walked past the woman who just performed, the other woman said to her, "Good luck out there, Kira. These guys are like dogs. They'll try to hump anything that doesn't have a prostate." Kira, the upcoming woman, giggled at her comment. "I know.", Kira replied.

Kira made her way behind the curtains, sitting on her prop (a metal chair) as she waited for her introduction. A man's voice spoke on a microphone.

"Gentlemen, get ready to put on you all's bulletproof vests for this sexy lady. Give it up...for the female American gangster...with the big guns and the body to match...Koffy!"

The sultry soul of Edwin Starr's "Easin In" began to play, starting out with the bass, as the lights on the outside dimmed, and the only light visible was behind Kira, showing only Kira's figure on the chair, with her legs crossed. The curtains began to slowly open, as she began her seductive dance on her chair.

The only way in and out of the Underground, was now getting crowded. Tons of people were beginning to pile down the stairs that Katie sat under, and she knew what time it was. It happened every night around this time, no matter what day of the week it was. People who worked average jobs or dirty ones, would travel to the old bar, that held the passageway to this escape, every night just to have some fun. Katie knew this, because she lived in the Underground. Her bed was a cot or couch, depending on the night, in a crowded motel room. On weekends sometimes she would be asked to give up her bed to a customer who was paying better, and Kaitlyn would do just that. Even if she didn't think it was fair, she would do it because the fourteen-year-old knew better than most people that life wasn't fair.

She crawled out of the small storage space under the stairs, and pulled off her black hoodie before tossing it in the hiding spot and closing it up. She ran her fingers through her black hair and dusted off the back of her jeans and white tank top, before following the crowd of people towards the central bar. It was large enough to fit a DJ station, a bar and dancefloor, pool tables and gambling machinces, and private areas, so Katie often found herself in that bar. It was easier to be in a large place and not be noticed than to be in a smaller one and that was what Kaitlyn aimed for most nights. Unless she was running extremely low on money and needed to become a client for some drunk male, she would hide away in the bars where it was easy enough to find loose change and forgotten purses.

She took her normal seat in the back of the bar after getting a light beer. It was a stool that sat on one end of a two-person table, but on nights like tonight, Katie would push the other stool away, for she did not want to be bothered.

Lina glanced off to her side, just noting a male leaning over a stool, grabbing a silent beer and heading off to the pool. Instinctively, the tiny woman was intrigued, but not enough to do anything about it. Handsome men were usually like this; if he's handsome, he's cocky, if he's cocky, then he thinks you're lower than him, if he thinks you're lower than him, then he ain't listening to any word you're saying, and if he doesn't listen, then it's like talking to a wall. Simply put and with Lina's logic, Handsome men are walls until proven otherwise.

"Miss?"

Lina hadn't even noticed the 'tender speaking to her; she had been staring at this handsome individual across the room. "Hm?"

"Want another drink?" The bartender called over the music.

"Yeah, thanks," Was all the blond muttered, glancing down at her empty red bull and vodka. "Actually, could I have a sex on the beach, please?" That was much tastier than what she was drinking, and much stronger. An idle glance was offered to the room while the 'tender prepared her drink. She swung around on her stool to lean back against the counter casually, her long legs folded on top of one another, glistening in the dim light.

Blaze awoke on her tattered couch, in her apartment a minutes walk from the bar. There was a pile of drool by her mouth and college applications stuck to her cheek. She yawned and stretched from being on the couch. Her back was in intense pain and she frowned. Well, this will be a fun night at work. She glanced at the clock and realized she was an hour late for work. She gasped and quickly stood to her feet.

She sprinted to her room and tore of her large, hole filled sweat pants and shirt. She then ran to the bathroom to slip on her bra and thong which were both laying on the floor. She couldn't remember how they had gotten there. While in her undergarments she layered her eyes with dark eyeshadow, bright sparkles, and dark eyeliner. Sh ran a light pink over her lip and then gloss. After which, she brushed on foundations and sparkling bronzer. Finally, she returned to her room and tugged on her black corset with cream colored lace and dark skinny jeans.

Finally, she hooked her heels on her fingers and tugged her cream colored jacket off the hook. She stumbled down the stairs and onto the hustle and bustle streets of the Underground. After she slipped on her jacket her feet pounded the wet pavement. She stopped at a corner to slip both heels on; as she looked around she saw the usual "girls" on the corners and people submersed in their drugs, alcohol or both. She sighed and she remembered when she was like them. "Oh god," she mumble realizing again she was late.

Blaze then, skillfully in high heels, ran to the bar and pushed open the back door. The back of the bar was deserted as she hung up her jacket and then logged in. She walked out front and smiled at one of her coworkers."College...applications...sorry," she muttered to them. Then, she patiently awaited for someone to order something or someone to talk to her. She observed the other people and saw that most already received drinks. She sighed and wondered if this would be a busy night or a night as slow as molasses.

Continuing her dance, she unbuttoned her coat, revealing a black corset, panties, and her garter belt. She slowly raised off of her chair, took off her coat, and walked, in her black stilettos, to the center of the stage, displaying the long brass pole, shining from a bright spotlight. She wrapped her right hand around the pole, twriling around until she jumped up, wrapping her right leg onto the pole, and leaving her left leg out, as she spun around from the top to the bottom, landing into the splits. She raised herself up by grabbing the pole with both of her hands.

She rotated around, facing the audience. She gave many of the men eye contact, as she loved to seduce them. She used this as a way to knew who was, in her eyes, out of her league. One man in the front, for example, swallowed spit and started sweating as Kira was looking at him. That way she could get some money out of them.

Kira walked towards the nervous man, dancing in front of him. She was barely wanting to touch him, as he did not look attractive at all, but based on his black alligator suit, Kira knew that he was rich, and she though right, as he pulled out a 100 dollar bill, and placed it on the lace of her thong. In response, she took off her fedora and placed it on his head, walking back to the center.

She liked to use actions as well, such as biting her bottom lip, and closing her eyes, just to draw the male audience their own imaginations. "I wanna drink your bath water." is what the typical thought would be.

To set the level to a higher standard, she began unlacing her corset, teasing, based on her secretive expressions, such as smiling, until she finally took them off and threw then behind her, making her partially nude. Many men were cheering, and some whistling like the Bad Wolf.

OOC: I was a little too much on the dance huh? That's pretty much what you gotta do when you are playing a stripper.

Oh the usuals Rachel thought and smiled at one of the whore's who liked to hang out at the bar to pick up her men. Without an order, Rachel mixed up her gin and tonic and slid it to her only nodding to let her work. Turning back to her work, Rachel took a quick scan of the crowd. Drake, a usual, came over and by his stance, Rachel pulled out a bottle necked beer and passed it off, watching for his silent order of the night. With the nod and nodded back, "can do hun," she said even though he didn't hear.

Next, little ol' Katie came sauntering in. Shifty, kind of twitchy, and again, not wanting attention. The poor girl was slowly killing herself with that attitude of hers. Up she came, Rachel's muscle memory kicked in and she pulled out a light beer, passed it off, and watched as she found her table, and, It's a kick it away night isn't it? Rachel thought to herself, her brow raising as she watched. Just as she predicted, away the stool went.

Ray's fellow tender was attending to Lina, a hunter is what Rachel thought of her as. She never really spoke to her since she was never really on her end of the bar. Rachel's mind wandered as she made idle chat that never really registered. Nothing interesting going on yet, and it wasn't late enough to start playing her games. Turning to prepared an irish car-bomb, Rachel almost walked right into Blaze. "College...applications...sorry."

"Blaze, its fine. You're not that late and as you can tell, its nothing I can't handle." Despite her words, the other tender cut Blaze a dark look and walked out the back for the night. Rolling her eyes Rachel went back to work, "so how are you college apps going anyway? Looking anywhere promising?"

Jada, "The White Rabbit"




The clean brunette closed her white Macbook, and slid it into a small desk drawer. Jada brushed her hands over the stained desktop, clearing away any invisible substance there, and cleared her throat after having done so. Her rich auburn eyes peered down in their honey-and-oak fashion through her glasses at the desk.

It is clean.

Jada got up then, and turned away from the desk, walking in smooth strides over her hardwood floor across the suite-like apartment she called her own. It might as well be the penthouse, because it was a four-bedroom structure with a living room, den, kitchen, and two bathrooms. She strolled right past the two bedrooms that lay between her Master Bedroom and the Lab. Her lab was where she kept it all. All of her chemicals and drugs, since she had her little pharmaceutical license that allowed her to house such things. She was a researcher looking for new medicines to cure the cough and the headache, and on to worse things like vicious pains and night terrors. And she was doing so.

She pushed open the door, and walked inside, taking in a breath of the thick air that was lined with airborne seduction.

Jada also made illegal drugs. She bought basics, as she called them. Pure cocaine, pure heroine, pure marijuana. Then, she brought them home, tinkered with them, added to them, and took the new products out. Her three best products were offshots of the three basics she pulled in.

Century- a cocaine based drug that utilizes the same pain relievers as narcotics. The effect was like rising out of one's body and being lost in a ocean of soft emotionless tugs and sways. It made one forget things like relationships, names, and also had the perk of heightening sexual capability (a little extra something Jada spiced into the equation).

Singularity- a heroine based drug that used a combination of hallucinogens and Prozac-related chemicals. The effect was like being in a world or a room and having total control. It inflated the ego, gave one pride and eliminated the fears and worries of society. The other effects were seeing flashes of color from above or below, and having the feeling like tiny strands of silk were touching the skin; prickling it and making it sensitive.

Decadence- a marijuana based drug containing a combination of Century and hallucinogens. The simple high of weed would be elevated to the feeling of weightlessness and carefree freedom. The effects could range also from relieving pain to things such as heightening sexual desire and haphazard ways. In a way, it gave a slight burst of bravery and lust in the wave of floating decadence.

In a small box sitting in the corner of the room along with many other identical boxes, she would find it. Jada opened that little box, four down, seven left. Inside were a series of vials, tablespoon-sized bags, and cup-sized bags. She pulled out three vials, and six bags- three extra-small, and three snack-sized.

She stuck them amongst her person then. Three vials of Century in her left bra strap, where the hooks on the vials could catch and hold them there. Three bags of Singularity in her left pocket next to her wallet. Three bags of Decadence in her right pocket next to her phone. The prices of each would be $150 for a vial of Century, $100 for a bag of Singularity, and $45 for a bag of Decadence. But Jada was not ashamed of those prices. Her highs could last for hours amongst hours, and maybe even throughout the entire day.

Jada returned from her lab, locking it up with the recently installed keypad, and heading into the bathroom. She changed her top to a simple white halter top that contrasted perfectly to her rich tan skin. She then pulled on a long black cotton jacket over it, that fell smoothly to her knees. She did one button in the center beneath her breasts, and then returned her gaze to the mirror.

Brushed teeth, fixed hair to be flawlessly straight and smooth, took off glasses, put on make-up. After that, she slid into a pair of closed-toed heels that stood a flirty three inches, and set off for the underground world of dreams and downfalls...





Jada walked inside of one of the bars, having parked her black Ford Shelby GT500 in the lot. She pushed one lock of hair behind her pierced ear and puckered her reddish bronze lips together, using one finger to smooth the gloss there as she spotted people at the bar.

Woman, woman, man, woman. How delightful, she thought blandly. Jada watched one man order a beer. She watched the others order fruity drinks and chit chat with gossip amongst one another. Jada decided the man was a good enough target for the night. The man stood up, walking off towards the pool area, and she took his seat.

"One Tequila Sunrise, please." Jada purred almost uninterestedly. She let her eyes wander, and the woman beside her gave her a smooth gaze.

"You look a little too nice and sweet to be in a place like this." The girl said. Jada returned her gaze with a lush and entrancing smile.

"Thank you. I'm here on... business." Jada responded. The woman nodded with a smile, knowing that if she could coax a set of words out of Jada, she could be sure that Jada was the dealer she wanted.

"How is business tonight?" The woman said slowly, after another moment. Jada grinned.

"It's very good, but I'm running out of time." Jada reached into the inside of her left pocket, and pulled out her wallet, slipping a thin card that she had multiples of in that thick leather fold. On it was a cartoon rabbit in a fedora and suit-vest, with a watch. On the side it said "White Rabbit's Fantasy".

Jada raised her eyes unto the woman, and grinned rather darkly.

"Decadence is my kind of thing. Could we talk somewhere, more... secluded to ourselves?"

Jada looked around and noticed the men gathered near the pool tables. Why not take out several birds with one stone? She walked over there, gesturing with a seductive wave of her finger for the woman to follow.

Next to the pool tables, near a man named Drake, was a bench. Jada sat down and persuaded the young blond to sit next to her. There, she pulled out a snack-sized ziploc with marijuana inside, dusted with a little white.

"Forty-five." Jada said, and the woman responded by pulling out her money. She paid, and received, and was given a kiss on the cheek by Jada Jamelity. "Come back again." Jada smiled, as the woman grinned and slid the drugs into her pocket, getting up and moving away. When she did, Jada crossed her legs- draped in fitting black slacks that showed off her curves, and she undid the jacket button, letting it fall open over her white halter top. And her eyes wandered the scene, looking for a buyer or two.



Brandon, "Cheshire"


He was wiping the sweat from his brow with a cold, wet rag. The water felt good, running down his cheeks as he took in a deep breath. The bulky bouncer took in a long draw of breath, flashing a broad white smile at himself in the mirror. A few moments later, after he had washed his teeth and slicked back his hair, a female came into the picture. A woman, who's name he did not know. She snaked her way into his bathroom, only her lingerie on. At least, he thought, she had put something on. The redheaded prostitute wrapped her long arms around him, her dark red fingernails crawling over every ripple and crest of his muscular form. Brandon was, if anything, a very big guy. He stood almost 6'3 with the body of a Greek War God.

"Hey hun'." He called to her, pulling her slender form before his and picking her up like a feather, sitting her on the counter of his bathroom sink. She cooed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved towards her, convincing her legs to wrap around him. "I've got to go to work soon." He whispered, nibbling on her ear softly. The woman pouted, and let go as he moved away.

Cheshire stepped back and went to his closet, pulling out a fitted black shortsleeve and pair of denim jeans. He threw his studded belt on and slid his feet into heavy Timberland boots, tying them up tight. He slid his bouncer ID into his pocket, and put his father's street-fighting dog-tag around his neck. Then, he set off for the underground...



He parked his motorcycle out front and stepped inside, moving towards the back, the employees' room. There, he checked in for work. Once his ticket was in, he stepped outside and began to smile at the beautiful women, and glare at the hot-shot men who were itching for a fight. When he reached the door, he folded his broad arms across his chest and stared out, a gargoyle of a man watching over this bar.

Kira had finished her performance with a bow, while the audience applauded as if she was in an opera. This may have seemed a quite new day, but this was her usual nightly routine. Satisfying the eyes of men, and walking down the steps into the dressing room with money around her hips, and legs. She picked out her usual 1's, 5's, and even 20's, and her 100 dollar bill stood out the most, but was the one she hid the most. She knew not to trust most of the other girls, but she wanted them to know that she was not to be played with.

She put her hard-earned cash in a wad, tightening it with a rubberband, walked to her locker, and placed her cash into her backpack, before changing into her casual attire; a white tanktop, dark blue skinny jeans, and 4-inch bright red pumps. That was her performance of the night. Once she exited the dressing room, the first thing she entered was the bar with several people already there, drinking their own varieties, with the addition of alcoholic drinks and such. She sat down on one of the stools, placing her backpack on the table. It wasn't too big so it didn't fill up the entire room of the table.

"Hey Kira. The usual shot?", the bartender asked her.

"You got it, bud.", Kira responded.

The bartender made a shot class of Hypnotiq before handing it to her, while she handed the bartender 3 dollars of what she just earned. Kira drank her quick shot, and turned her stool around to the many men whistling at another dancer on stage. She leaned her arms back on the table, crossing her legs, which displayed, in itself, the amount of dignity that she had. She sat there shaking her head at the amount of immaturity these men had. Most of them looked twice her age, but it seemed that these dancers were their fantasies, instead of a 40 year old woman who would actually take good care of them.

"They are so desperate for young p**** these days.", she thought to herself.

"Pour me another shot, babe!" Kevin shouted to one of the bartenders. He rested his head against his callous hands, pushing the greasy strands of brown hair out of his face before the next shot arrived. He flipped the cup, letting its contents slide down his throat before shaving his head and grinning. It was probably the tenth shot he had had in the past hour, and now he was ready for the night to start.

His brown eyes scanned the forming crowd of people as he noted many of the usuals. He himself spend many hours in this bar every day for as long as he could remember. Arianna was at the bar, as was Lina and two brunettes, Rachel, Will and Blaze were working the bar, Drake was playing pool with some guys and Jada was selling. And then there was Katie; the young girl who was one of Kevin's favorite targets. She was too small to have a voice of her own and it was so easy to persuade someone into doing what you want when they're starving.

After lighting up a cigarette, Kevin ran a hand through his untamed hair and walked towards the girl. There was only one barstool at her table, but Kevin didn't mind standing. He rested against the side opposite of her and flashed her a smile before blowing rings of smokes towards her. "How are you tonight, Katie?" he asked, his hand extending across the table and brushing against hers.

"Pour me another shot, babe!"

Lina cringed, snapping her dark gaze onto the guy who'd just shouted that out right next to her. Then, as she watched him drink up and slither over towards a girl who looked far younger than was allowed here, Lina had to intervene. She didn't know the relationship between them, but being a mother, it ripped at a strand in her heart. Slipping off of the tall stool, the short, blond woman downed her drink and set it on the counter, fixed her dress effectively, her hair, lifted her breasts and trotted off towards Kevin and Katie.

"I hope I'm interrupting," She flashed Kevin a grin, "What I want to know is why a man of your age is paying attention to such a young girl?" Lina glanced at Katie, the pretty girl was probably here to make money, everyone knew what happened to pretty girls like her, they never hopped out of the mess. "I'm sure you haven't heard of jailbait, have you?" Lina herself looked younger than she actually was.