Ash/Reik
Reik glanced over to where his brother had been looking at and grinned before shrugging. “No idea.” He chuckled and took a gulp of his drink. “Then again, we have too many girls here we haven’t really met up close. Probably time to do so now.” He said. “I need me a girl anyway. Redhead just wasn’t cutting it.” He muttered and looked over at the people working. Watching them to make sure they didn’t screw up anything. He tossed back the rest of his drink and sighed. “Yeah, alright. I can handle it but I’ll tip you off if I’m not in the mood for his bullshit.” Reik laughed as Dom related his methods of extortion and shook his head. He himself liked a little bloodshed, it made his blood pump faster and all that good shit.
The first straggle of people entered and more came. Each of the guards at the door frisked the people, checking for any weapons of any kind. They had encountered situations where an enemy gang tried shooting up the place. The need for guards was reinforced and now security was tighter than ever. The customers didn’t complain though. They came, had the time of their lives and left happy men, sometimes women. Satisfaction guaranteed. His brother and him greeted the customers and kept a close eye for the ones who were remembered for their rather stalking and obsessive tendencies. Reik grinned and looked over at Dom. Man, I love this job.
When Ash returned she noticed Kat snatch something from one of the girls. Watching the girl she noticed the small bag and rolled her eyes. Thief caught, huh? She walked back over to her vanity and lit a cig, inhaling the smoke until her lungs protested. She didn’t cough though. She’d been smoking since she was 14. Funny enough, her mom was the one who gave her, her first cigarette. Said she’d rather have me smoking in front of her than behind her back. Anyway, the need to cough had long since disappeared and whatever uncomfortable motions were there before didn’t exist now.
She sighed contently and watched as Kat hit herself up. She grinned and wondered if she should do the same but shook her head against it. When she’s all doped up it kind of screws with her thinking. And in a place like this she needed all of her brain functioning. She perked up slightly at the sound of customers and checked herself over, making sure everything was in place and that her makeup wasn’t messed up. She stood up and walked toward the door separating the dressing room from the rest of the club. Peeking out she scanned the faces of lewd men, categorizing them and watching for any signs of which ones had the bigger pockets. She noticed with a slight chuckle that some were already stoned or drunk. With a smirk she muttered an amused, “Show time.”
The first straggle of people entered and more came. Each of the guards at the door frisked the people, checking for any weapons of any kind. They had encountered situations where an enemy gang tried shooting up the place. The need for guards was reinforced and now security was tighter than ever. The customers didn’t complain though. They came, had the time of their lives and left happy men, sometimes women. Satisfaction guaranteed. His brother and him greeted the customers and kept a close eye for the ones who were remembered for their rather stalking and obsessive tendencies. Reik grinned and looked over at Dom. Man, I love this job.
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When Ash returned she noticed Kat snatch something from one of the girls. Watching the girl she noticed the small bag and rolled her eyes. Thief caught, huh? She walked back over to her vanity and lit a cig, inhaling the smoke until her lungs protested. She didn’t cough though. She’d been smoking since she was 14. Funny enough, her mom was the one who gave her, her first cigarette. Said she’d rather have me smoking in front of her than behind her back. Anyway, the need to cough had long since disappeared and whatever uncomfortable motions were there before didn’t exist now.
She sighed contently and watched as Kat hit herself up. She grinned and wondered if she should do the same but shook her head against it. When she’s all doped up it kind of screws with her thinking. And in a place like this she needed all of her brain functioning. She perked up slightly at the sound of customers and checked herself over, making sure everything was in place and that her makeup wasn’t messed up. She stood up and walked toward the door separating the dressing room from the rest of the club. Peeking out she scanned the faces of lewd men, categorizing them and watching for any signs of which ones had the bigger pockets. She noticed with a slight chuckle that some were already stoned or drunk. With a smirk she muttered an amused, “Show time.”