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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 2:23:10 GMT
A high class gentleman's club, the House of White Lace caters to more well-off customers than usual strip clubs.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 2:25:50 GMT
Natasha arrived at the House of White Lace and made her way through the back entrance, dressed in skinny jeans and a simple top, her bag on her arm. It was that day of the month again and several customers would be expecting her to dance for them tonight. She always liked to arrive early so that she had enough time to socialize and prepare and upon arrival, she looked around for any of the girls or the manager.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 2:33:22 GMT
Dierdre 'Diamond District' Daniels was preparing her sequined costume while Jenny 'Jade' Deng practiced her Tai chi in the corner, preparing her body for the night's performance. Dierdre waved her over, "KITTY!"
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 2:38:27 GMT
Natasha grinned and walked over to Dierdre, giving her a small hug. "It's been too long Dierdre, I miss you! I am sorry I did not see you last month but I was only here for two dances." She smiled. "You have been working out!"
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 2:45:37 GMT
Dierdre blushed at the comment, the red shade ripening between her bare breasts. "Psshh, I've been doing a little Pilates in my free time."
Jenny snorted in the middle of a difficult pose. "Bitch, please... you can't even spell Pilates."
Dierdre snapped back at her. "And that negative energy is why you get fewer tips."
Jenny gave her the bird without losing a modicum of grace.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 2:51:39 GMT
Natasha giggled, giving Jenny a wave. "If only the girls back at ballet school had been as fun as the two of you! How have the two of you been anyway? I sometimes think I should come here more often - it gets lonely, you know. And gaaawd, some of those mothers at the gym!" She shakes her head and sets her bag down.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 3:10:37 GMT
Dierdre sighed and returned to setting up her costume. "It's okay, I guess. The money's good, and you don;t have to fuck the boss here, but I was going to be a real performer, you know? I had an opening with a real dance troupe. Now I just bare my tits every night"
Jenny finished her exercise and began changing into her own costume, less alaborate than Dierdre's but no less revealing. "I'm just happy to have my own place."
Steve Jenkins, nightshift manager, entered the dressing room. He was a professional and had never made passes at the working girls, and often directed girls to the best-paying clients for personal sessions. He weighed as much as all three girls combined. "Kitty, darling, glad you could make it. I need an entertainer in one of the backrooms. How fast can you get ready?"
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 3:18:37 GMT
"I hope you can find something better one day, Dierdre," Natasha said, smiling at her friend. When Steve entered she turned.
"Steve, you know I always have time for a dance," She said, smiling brightly. "Five minutes, maybe seven at most. Any special requirements for him?" Even as she asked, she sat, giving her face a wash before taking out her makeup.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 5:03:05 GMT
"Mr. Slade is needing a bit of attention." Harlan Slade was a frequent customer, and more importantly, one of Ambrosia's most powerful drug traffickers. Kitty's 'friends' had done much business, and a bit of war, with Slade's men in the past before the latest truce in the face of police intervention. There was no evidence he had any idea who Kitty was, though she knew for certain she'd disposed of one of his men,
"He'll be the big guy with the jewelry. He's got a friend, but I don't he's exactly a friend, so watch yourself, Kitty Cat."
Jenny muttered something unpleasant in Cantonese.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 11:44:40 GMT
When Natasha heard the name she frowned inwardly, though made sure to keep a smile on her face. She'd never had to dance for the man before and she had counted herself lucky but it seemed fate was not so kind. Mixing two lines of work was never good.
"I will look out, Stevey, it's alright," She reassure Steve, waving him off with a smile. Kitty put on her makeup; a layer of foundation, mascara, some eyeshadow and pink lipstick with some gloss over it.
She then got into her outfit - white stockings, thong and a bra, over which she wore a white fur coat. She put some large silver hoops in her ears, stepped into a pair of platform heels and made her way to the backroom that Harlan Slade and his "friend" were in. 'The White Russian' was ready to entertain.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 12:04:31 GMT
Steve directed her to the Black Room, a very discreet area away from the main area. It was typically reserved for either very powerful men looking to avoid attention or very wealthy men looking for a lower class of entertainment. At the door was a man in an expensive suit who clearly spent time in the gym. He gave her a leering grin, before knocking on the door. "Mr. Slade, your girl is here." A muffled response later, the thug let her pass.
Slade himself was a black man dressed in another expensive suit. He was young, well-groomed, and reminded Kitty very much of the soldiers she knew back in Russia. Comfortable in mixing decadence and suffering at a moment's suffering. He gave her a wide grin. "There's my little Russian doll..."
The lean, pale man sitting across from him looked more like a school teacher than a gangster. His suit was more formal, and his face registered nothing but disdain for Kitty's presence.
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 12:16:59 GMT
Natasha put her famous smile on and entered the room in a half strut half timid sort of walk that she had perfected. The work she did made her good at quickly assessing a room and the people within it and when she noticed the pale man she immediately got the shivers. Something wasn't quite right with that one.
Focusing on Slade, Kitty walked towards him, an inviting look on her face. "Mr Slade, I have heard all about you. I cannot waaait to dance for you," She purred, coquettishly holding her fur coat shut.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 12:24:30 GMT
Slade's grin grew wider. "I hope you only heard nice things... I see a classy girl like you on stage and I think, she must be into dirty things..."
The pale man sipped a glass of water. "Is this necessary?"
"You think I can't multitask, big man? Keep talking about the thingamajig..."
The other man sighed and giving Natasha a sad look, continued. "My employers need assurances that the packages will keep coming."
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Post by Natasha Abramova on May 4, 2015 12:39:47 GMT
"I have heard ooonly wonderful things of Mr. Harlan Slade," Natasha said, winking at him before she began to slowly move her hips under the coat. "But if you are curious, I can be into anything that you want," She added with a sultry voice, slowly leaning forward and beginning to pull open her coat to reveal some cleavage.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 12:54:40 GMT
"Yeah, that sounds like a solemn oath." cooed the crimelord.
"Are you talking to me, or the high-class stripper?"
"Both. But if I say, 'show a little more skin', you can assume I don't mean you, Wick."
Wick continued unamused. "Has there been any attention from the cops?"
"Of course not. You see any patrol cars in Starcrown? They can barely police their own turf, what with the egghead coming to town. Now show a little more skin."
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