“Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Brigitte, and this is my brother Azrael.” The siblings both grinned at the two in front of them, Azrael bowing slightly while Brigitte curtsied with a sassy look in her eyes. “We wanted to apply here. I’d like to apply to be a server. I figure since the clientele is mainly women, I could talk the male performers up a bit to improve ‘sales’.” The brunette woman’s lips seemed to stretch into a never-ending grin, while beside her, her brother merely smirked a bit.
“And I would like to apply for the position of stripper.” His voice was soft, yet it flowed easily. Azrael grinned a bit, his eyes roaming over both Sissy and Fred’s bodies for a moment before he lifted his eyes to meet their gazes, one at a time. The two hadn’t quite done anything like this before, but after so many years of using their bodies to get what they wanted…. they figured why not get paid for it?
Fred, looked at both of them, well its nice to meet both of you.
” Sissy, why dont you see how this Birgitte is at making a decent cocktail while i see if this lad can keep up at a decent strip? ” he grinned a bit devishly while he grabbed a chair and began to gyrate his hips beginning his routine.
Moving with an electricity he let the girls both get a good view of him as he started his show, allowing the young man to follow his lead working next to him to match his steps. Each scinitilating move took off another piece of clothing as his presence came off ever more strongly, the demonic energy becoming more apparent to those who might have an inkling. To those who didnt, they would feel even more intoxicated by him.
He finally ended drenched in sweat and naked on the stage…
” Well that was fun.”
He then looked to see the girls reaction and how the lad had handled himself.
” Sissy, why dont you see how this Birgitte is at making a decent cocktail while i see if this lad can keep up at a decent strip? “ Ferdinand asked, while he prepared to give them all a taste of his abilities in the arts of the striptease. Sissy smirked and giggled outrageously at the notion of enjoying a delightful cocktail, while perving on her new boss. “Lucky lucky me!” she chortled, turning to Brigitte and asking;
“I’ll have a Gin rickey in a tall glass.”
(A gently fizzing, summery concoction of gin, lime and soda. The name “rickey” stretches back far beyond the Jazz Age – the cocktail may owe its moniker to a 19th century army man, Colonel Joe Rickey, who liked his with bourbon – but the gin version was a Prohibition staple. It’s often claimed to have been the favorite drink of Fitzgerald, and is one of only two cocktails to be mentioned by name in the book; the Great Gatsby.)
Sissy then leaned forward if the young girl didn’t know how to make the drink and whispered “You put three or four ice cubes in a highball glass, and squeeze in the juice of half a lime. Add around 60ml of gin, and top with soda. Rub the lime wedge around the rim, then drop into the glass.” Wiggling her brow, she then turned her attentions back to Fred and the new stripper; Azrael. What a pair. Sissy’s eyes roamed across their naked bodies as they gyrated and flexed those muscles. She actually had to fan herself, for the room was really getting very hot indeed. Making a happy sigh as they finished, she uttered. “I don’t think I could ever be a vegetarian after that performance. Feed the girl meat, I say.”
The siblings glanced at one another as they were being separated to perform their own tasks, and grinned silent encouragements to each other. Brigitte made her way over to Sissy and then walked behind the bar. She nodded at the woman’s order, and began to make it. She’d been around long enough – and had drank enough – to know her way around the drinks served at a bar. She moved quickly, yet still looked over at Fred and her brother momentarily before she laughed and finished off the drink. “It would be quite hard. Girls will be drooling all over the place, I’m sure.”
As Brigitte walked away with Sissy, Azrael turned to watch Fred like a hawk. Soon, he grinned and then began moving his body in time with the male’s. Pulling his clothes off slowly, and quite seductively, the vampire smirked slowly. He could feel teh energy pulsating off of Fred, and that only seemed to encourage him more. With each piece of clothing that he pulled off, he seemed to move more sexily, his hips gyrating slowly. When they were done, he looked over at Fred, smirking lightly.
Fred watched the ladys reactions as he gathered his clothing back together. Dressing quickly he moved back to the bar to get a drink. Seeing as she was making a Rickey he decided he would also see how she was making them. He asked for one as well.
“Why don’t you be a dear, and make us both one of those. ”
he then spun the stool around to look at sissy and asked, ..
” So what do you think of the act so far? ”
more dancers were now coming in and taking places practicing in various spots. It seemed that the club was starting to pick up they might be ready to open soon.
Sissy toyed with the straw in her mouth, her tongue lazily twirling it as she released it on seeing Fred return with his clothes from his rather raunchy strip.
“Well, you got my vote. That was some great moves there.” Sissy said with a double nod. “You definitely have finesse.” Turning her attention back to the young girl that made her drink, Sissy added. “And this..this is not bad at all. How many other clubs have you worked at?’ She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. It was probably a question her boss should be asking, but Sissy was not backward in being forward.
Sissy smiled at Azrael and winked. “You’re bound to get a lot of tips, Az.” Sissy said confidently. “Girls like guys with a little something extra. And the way you move your hips, you certainly got that.”
Sissy took the straw back in between her lips and took another sip.
Having completed practice he gave the two new dancers directions to their quarters. Showing them a section of rooms that were set off the club on the lower level for the dancers. Pointing out a place for both Azrael and Birgitte should they desire board as well in the establishment.
“You may stay here if you like you two.However i wouldnt suggest leaving out the back stairs till the morrow as its well guarded. We had a few try to steal supplies in the past, you understand.”
He then turned to Sissy, to show her the private apartments. Pointing towards the private stairs he said..
“This way my dear, and I shall take you to your room. “
He then went upstairs towards towards he private chambers to show her her suite and take a rest for the night.
The upstairs private apartments were well serviced and big enough for Sissy to feel right at home. She had placed her empty glass down on the bar downstairs, and gone up after Fred, after he had explained to the two newer employees the best way to enter and exit the club.
Reaching the landing, Sissy was shown through the door, to what would be her quarters. She was duly impressed, and turned on her heel, regarding all the fittings, and of course her bed. Walking across the floorboards, she set down her small tapestry bag and then reached up to flick back her long red curls. A smile crept across her features, as she glanced back over her shoulder at Fred.
“This is perfect.” Her voice laced with a subtle accent, that rolled off her tongue effortlessly. “I think we are going to have a very good working relationship. I can guarantee you a good number of male clients, that will be all too willing to drink their purses away.” Sissy smiled, cocking her head to the right slightly.
“You must have a trail of women a mile long that seek to get the special dances from you, Fred.” She said, letting her tongue run over the top of her teeth. “Desperate women, and fat purses. Not enough Doctors around to cure their hysteria, but it can be with the right amount of…meat.” Again a play on words in regards to the butcher shop that acted as a front to the club.
Brigitte finished the drink for Sissy, and slid it over to her with a smile. As Fred and her brother walked over, she grinned and nodded. “Of course.” Quickly, she made Fred the same drink and slid it to him. “I’ve worked at a few in my time. I’d say… probably four or five? I’m not entirely sure.” She grinned, and then looked at her brother. Azrael had gotten dressed quickly alongside Fred, a grin on his lips as well. At Sissy’s words, he chuckled and shrugged. “I hope so. I think I’m going to like this job.” The siblings followed Fred to their quarters and smiled their thanks before walking in after Sissy and Fred walked away. The quarters were nice – spacious enough, and had the basics.
[sorry for the baby post, apparently my other post never actually posted, and I didn’t realize that. Sorry for that delay >.<]
Ferdinand led Sissy up towards the set of apartments showing her the set of rooms. They were lavish compared to the club. Made to his taste. As a Prescott he was used to nothing but the best but you wouldn’t expect such luxury looking at the place downstairs. He preffered that others not know him that well or know his history. He had taken a liking to this Sissy however. She seemed to be a kindred spirit. Like him she was fiercely independent and also was trying to stand on her own two feet despite obstacles. Fred hadn’t wanted to depend on the family fortune. His mother had given him a sizable amount in his youth but he had used it to his advantage and more than quadrupled it on his own. Using his talents he had invested it in the right bets. Allied himself with various people and by doing so he had come out stronger. The downside was he saw too much in people. People were in his estimation so much like cattle for the most part. They begged to be used. There were few truly kind or caring souls that were intelligent enough to be doing so out of a true willingness. Either they were stupid, cruel or indifferent. It’s part of why he had become as he was The one love he had Josephine had left him for another. Claiming his love for money the cause.
Sadly her family was powerful as well and without his own nest egg he wouldn’t have been able to even approach her father. What he had been doing he had done for her and only her. Shortly after he left the country and traveled to New York City.
He was thinking through all of this in his sitting chair when Sissy came in through from her room having settled herself in and said, i”You must have a trail of women a mile long that seek to get the special dances from you, Fred. Desperate women, and fat purses. Not enough Doctors around to cure their hysteria, but it can be with the right amount of…meat.”
Ferdinand stared at her for a moment. I could have many here Sissy, but none have come to my private chambers. you are actually the first I have allowed to see them. My clients I take to one of the adjoining chambers downstairs for any paid excursions. Not many get to see this much of me. “