Angel of Sin

[poohlive]

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Robert Drake sat behind his desk, smoking too many cigarettes, and drinking too much liquor. That's how things went through, during the down time, all one could do was smoke and drink, and pretend the world wasn't a series of spiralling grays trying to envelope you whole.

The movie made him chuckle a bit. Angel of Sin, seemed like an appropriate title. If he'd heard it going down the street, minding his own P's and Q's, he'd assume it was some dirty porn. One of those fetish kinds, where women wore that tight leather and in the end they brought in a donkey or a goat.

The bad kinda porn, or the good kind... all depended on how far you pushed that little line of decency inside your own little head.

Decency. Seemed like a weak word these days, like water, running through one's hands the moment you stooped down to pick it up. It got him, right in his stomach, which burned nicely with the amount of booze he'd swallowed up today.

Still, despite being drunk, he looked good. Rough chiseled face, unshaven, but it added to his manliness. A tall broad physique concealed by only a trenchcoat. Brown hair coming down over dark green eyes. He looked rosey, not drunk... anyone who saw him would say he looked rosy.

Senator's daughter...

She took one, right in the mouth. The back of the box, after a brief description of the movie... which in and of itself seemed a masterpiece of composition, (watsch as this Angel of Sin takes it in the mouth, the ass, and cums crawling back, begging for more) was this picture of a pretty blonde girl down on her knees, mouth open, as someone shot his cum deep inside of her.

This was delivered to Senator James Marshfield only two days ago. What a wonderful picture to look at as James opened up the letter. His daughter, taking one in the mouth, like a good girl should.

Robert got hard, knowing that this pristine little Senator's daughter, who wore sunday dressed of blue flowers to church, swallowed the cum of some random guy, smiling at the camera as she did so.

He put the movie in, sitting back in his office, and watching.

The Senator read the note, blackmail, extortion. Guys hadn't kidnapped her, they just saw the movie and recognized her from one of the dinner plates that Daddy and the family visited. They thought it would be a cool couple thousand to keep their little mouths shut.

The senator didn't care for that, he would gladly pay, he just wanted his little girl back.

Which is where a half drunk old man sat, behind his desk, in his little corner office, with the letter's P.I. stenciled on the door, roughly grabbing his cock in hand and watching as the daughter of a famous senator bent over and took from behind, begging loudly for more.

He reached over to the phone, dialing up an old friend.

"Angel," The connection was good, for it being Miami," How are you doing?"

She hadn't heard from him in years. And, truth be told he'd never intended on calling her again. She was one of those girls that one dated, fucked, and then moved on.

Like many things in Robert's life, he hadn't moved on. But, he felt good knowing he had also never called her. So, he drowned his life away in scotch and Camel's, at least he didn't call her, until today.

He stared intently as this little girl was being soo good to the stranger. His cock hard in hand, begged to fuck her tight little ass.

"I gotta job, need's a woman's touch. Not just any woman, you up for it? Good pay..."

Good pay, that was an understatement. This was a senator, they could retire after this one job. What a lucky day.

"Job's in Vegas," He'd read the side of the movie, the Distributor's location. It had been made in Las Vegas, Nevada. That's where they'd start.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

It wasn't yet midday and her body hurt. Tired, frustrated mostly, she had pushed herself a little too far today. Single in Miami, should've been made into a movie as much song and dance that was involved in this city just to get laid let alone engaged.

Her little 'slice of heaven' wasn't much of a party, more like a sewer. Only promising thought in her head about Miami, it didn't snow here. She reached down for the delivery sack that held her lunch. Some tasteless fat-free, carb-free, sodium-free whole wheat number that tasted like paper and cost more than a few subs at Subway. The price you pay...

Ex-detective, P. I. now for five years and still struggling to pay the bills and rent on her office. Every job that came through was small, temporarily bullshit of "spy on my spouse", what happened to the juicy crimes she could spend weeks, if not months on? They went to detectives who didn't look like Hustler cover models, assigned to men by men and all 'sexual harassment free'.

It came, without being aware of it, with the ringing of her phone.

"Robert." A little startled to hear the voice on the other end. How long had it been since she heard his voice? Her knuckles whitened on the reciever, temptation to hang up came as swiftly as the urge to see his smile. "What's up?" He never called, ever. So why now?

"I gotta job, need's a woman's touch. Not just any woman, you up for it? Good pay..."

Good pay to him was twice what she made on any job, or better. So why her? Gut instinct told her to say no, but need of funds made her ask, "Where?"

"Job's in Vegas." She heard on the other end. Of course it would be there. His territory and play ground. There was a hint of dare in his voice, and perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her?

"Pick me up at..." She hit her computer, her fingers flying over the airlines website. "Two." He didn't say another word, merely hung up to do whatever it was he had been doing for a few years now. She should've asked for details about the case, and exactly what he needed her, of all people, for? Hind sight is always twenty-twenty.

Stunned by the unexpected call but the rush was slowly building over her. A job, and if Dick Drake was calling her, it was a job that wasn't easily handled, as he normally worked alone. Or perhaps he didn't work alone, he just made sure to never speak with her again.

It didn't matter, it was the past. The future now was a job in the City of Sin and knowing where she was heading, she packed accordingly. Light, slinky and prepared to shop.

 

[poohlive]

She looked good coming off the plane, all light and airy with just the right curve to have eveyone look, but just the right attitude to keep their lewd thoughts to themselves.

He hated that she looked soo good. Hated it and loved it at the same time. It felt like some sort of odd angle, he wished she'd come off that plane looking as miserable as he felt.

Hung over, unshaven, unkempt, with clothing he'd worn for at least two...

He smelled the shirt.

Three days now.

He downed about half a dozen aspirin, chewing them, loving the bitter taste in his mouth.

She needed to look good though, needed it for the assignment. She would be going undercover as one of those prostitute whores, she needed to look as good as possible.

"Hey," He smiled, nodded, even hugged her. It was a cold hug, one that made him think of the ways in laws hugged each other.

"Car's waiting."

Beat up piece of shit that'd been parked in the White Zone, which a voice over the intercom kept telling him was for loading or unloading only.

No ticket and the fucker wasn't being towed. Not that bad. Perhaps his day was getting luckier.

"I got us a place to work, near where we need to be seen. I hope you brought some nice outfits."

The hotel was far away from the main strip of Vegas. Not as much show and glamour here. This was regular Vegas, houses and churches, schools and shopping centers. This was the regular part of town.

The hotel was dirty and grimy, and bugs scampered when he opened the door.

"Here's our girl," He played the video. It in the VCR, cued and ready to go. He sat down on the bed, pouring them both a drink, downing his own and refilling it just as quickly.

"I've been making some calls, following leads, but this is an industry where people don't like answering questions to what they think are cops. That's why I need you..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

Awkward! She pasted on a smile, both of them seemed to feel the strangeness of the situation, but quickly moved past it. She grabbed her two bags and followed quietly. She knew she had been noticed, but looked neither left nor right.

She said nothing of his car, or the drive. Asked no questions, as she was still trying to get her bearings straightened out. It was odd seeing Robert after all this time. He looked good still, but his eyes changed. He looked.. Older than he was, tired.

This was a job, business. Not a reunion and so did not treat it as such. But now, in this seedy little hotel, she had to find out why her?

She accepted her drink with a quiet, "Thank you." And sat down on the only chair within the room. Her attention went to the television set, watching some young blonde teasing and smiling into the camera. The title flashed, Angel of Sin and made Angel smirk. Cliche, really.

"I planned on shopping while here, but brought some night life style outfits."

"I've been making some calls, following leads, but this is an industry where people don't like answering questions to what they think are cops. That's why I need you..." He trailed off, his eyes meeting hers briefly.

"What exactly does this detail involve and just how much money are we talking about here?" Business was business, girl or no. She had to know what she had gotten herself into and if it would be worth it. So far she knew it involved a missing Senator's daughter, porn and that was about it. He needed her, not because she was a cop... So that meant he needed her as a decoy to penetrate.

She was adventurous, but just how crazy were things going to get?

 

[landiek]

Vegas home of lights and persistent gambling. She moved over the latest trick with the sweetness of a hometown Iowa girl. He never would realize that she pegged him for a huge tipper as she eyed him from the rows of one armed bandits.

"Looks like you are a winner." She made a small pouting grimace as she reached to his back pocket. "I've been trying for six hours to come out ahead and am down to my last five. I'd do anything to get some money or... or I'll never get back to Belivader."

His eyes perked up and he looked her over. He had a farm boy appearance and she worked that to her advantage. He nodded and asked how he could help her.

She worked her story, almost managed to fake a few tears as she was escorted to his truck. She gave him the facts about the greyhound back to Des Moines, a recognizable name of locals, then a finale of sobbing saying that she had started to sell herself hoping to raise the four hundred dollars that she needed to make the trip back in hopes to be forgiven for her "sins".

He bought the story and drove to an inexpensive motel only asking her name.

"Destiny.. baby.. Lil destiny.. just an angel lost in this sinful city." She told the half truth. It would have been more shocking if she told him that she was Angel Destina Marshfield, daughter of a Florida Senator.

Her farm boy was impressed and even submitted to the childish fantasy that she played out while binding him to the bed with garbage ties, making them very snug. Slowly she took off his clothing, moving along his sweating body with kisses and tongue lines of saliva. She moved like a cat while heading down to encase his rising cock to her mouth. His moaning and groaning added to the moment.

She gave him the ride, sucking his cock until he just about came. He was so aroused that he didn't notice that she slipped a condom over the erection. Now was her moment, she eased her tight cunt over the head. Groaning deeply as she gained her addictive fix. Some needed drugs, others booze, but Angel needed sex, she needed it worse then a herion junkie and went to great lengths to get it and often.

Then she felt the condom shake, he came and as most inexperienced youths, passed out from the intensity. "Well that is just fucked up."

Angel didn't say anything as she retrived the four hundred dollars from his wallet and snagged six quarters. She walked to the door in her faded jean short shorts and tight mid-drift hottie shirt. "Well darling, I hope your crops grow well."

She was out the door and headed across the parking lot to catch the downtown bus. She knew her John would be waiting and probably having a good laugh from the newspaper outlining the young man from Iowa that was found nude and bound to the headboard. The ride was quiet for a change until six blocks from her drop off. Sure enough some couple bitching about how much money they lost at the slots.

Amatuers.. don't fucking know how to work the tables Angel thought to herself as she pressed the cash closer to her body. She knew how easy it was to get rolled on the bus, she'd seen it enough times. The pair kept getting louder and louder, it reminded her of her parents. They were always argueing about something and mainly about her spending habits. Angel shook her head and glanced up, her stop was ahead and she really wanted to get away from the ghosts.

A ring of the bell and she slid out of the bench and shot out the back door of the tin can. She watched it move further up the street and with a smirk she headed to the casino. She was certain that she would do one of two things, see her John or pick up another trick, either way she was going to get some fucking action. That was when she caught sight of a gentleman known in the porn circles. There was hot money and Angel liked the extras. Plenty of cock.

That thought alone made her drip with excitement. How nice it was to be filled with thick big juicy cocks. That was why she agreed to the demo that was later labeled "Angel of Sin."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance was working the table. He was up $200. Nice and easy baby, make it a 7. The dice flew across the table hit and came back,5/2. Easy money. Then Lance noticed a lady next to him. Would she queer his game, she looked good, but this is play time. "Let it ride, ok one more time, show me seven!" He threw the dice they hit and came back knocking over some chips....snake eyes 1/1. Damn!
He looked at the woman" Lady what ever it is, no!" He walked away from the table pissed off.

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

The work in the all-night diner was easy enough and it paid enough for the motel room Sarah was calling home, although her back ached and feet were sore, she kept a happy smile on her face. Knowing that it would earn her an extra buck here and there in tips and that might make the difference between eating...or not...
She had only meant to be in Vegas for a few weeks and now she had been there for three months. Three whole months, trying to earn enough to support herself and send some home to help out her family.
Sarah smiled as some guy slapped her ass as she passed, adding,
"Hey hun, does your momma know you're out this late...?"
She kept the smile on her face until she was out of sight in the kitchen. She got those kind of comments all the time. It was her freckles and wide eyes that did it. She knew she looked younger than she was.
And she also knew it was that 'look' that could easily make her so much more money than she would ever make waiting tables and pouring coffee. But she didn't think she had the nerve.
When she'd first arrived it had been to have some photos taken, fairly artistic but nonetheless topless. The paycheck for that had helped her family out for a while. Until her father had gotten them into even more trouble with his gambling and taking out loan against loan with the shadiest of characters. Sarah had gone back to have more pictures taken and the photographer had suggested she go to an open audition at a local porn studio. She done the screen test, stripping and dancing in front of the lens. Trying not to blush as the 'director' commented on everything from the shape of her large breasts to the fact that she'd need to shave before they could hire her.
So, she'd shaved and gone back and had made her first picture. Nothing too heavy, no real story line...just her and a guy on a couch in various positions. She'd said no to having her ass touched, she wanted to keep something to herself in this dirty world that she had found herself in.
She'd been paid, much more than for the photos and then the director had wanted to recommend her to someone else. Someone who could use her 'innocent look' for his darker movies. She'd been given his card but had never called. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
But then more and more calls came from home, the situation worsening. She knew it wouldn't be long and her family would be beyond her help.
Heading back out into the diner with two plates of fries she thought over the business card that was in her purse. She could just call and find out what kind of movies this guy did...and how much he'd pay...
She deposited the fries and smiled through another comment and another slap to her ass, sighing as she glanced at the clock. That would have to wait though, she still had two more hours to work.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

OOC: Is this starting before or after Angel has joined in with my character as her pimp?

 

[poohlive]

Ooc:Those kind of comments are for the Ooc Donald, that's why we have an Ooc. And, I think you'll have to ask that to Landiek, and find it out together what you two wanna do.


"Undecover work. Two weeks, maybe more. The Senator wants her back as soon as possible... he's willing to spend a fucking lot to get it, let me tell you."

He handed her the paper, showing the money. An amount in and of itself that would have made any private eye happy. All those zero's, zero's were at their best when they all gathered together, standing in a line tall and proud.

Robert smiled at that, taking off his trenchcoat, letting it drape over the table, filled with various bottles of booze. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

"You've got an audition tomorrow, with the same company that made Angel of Sin. Nothing too hard, just some dancing and general teasing. Gonna have to look your best, sweetheart."

He got down to his boxers, crawling into bed, laying back to watch that poor little senator's daughter get fucked again. From behind... she must like it from behind, the look on her face is pure ecstacy when she's getting banged this way.

"I'm already working there. As a janitor, mostly. Ain't much, but it gets me inside. Got me an audition for you. We're in... so long as we don't fuck it up."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She whistled low as she scanned the number written down, "He means business." Election year, this could really hurt him. Her eyes darted to the screen again, the girl didn't appear to be acting from Angel's experienced point of view. Having watched many movies, porn and sedate, being female herself, she knew that that 'Angel' was not in this profession against her will.

Her attention diverted to Robert, hearing the chimes of little bottles in various locations of his coat set her teeth on edge. Drunk, stale and in bad need of a shower, what the hell happened to him?

"So, I have an audition at a porn studio... lovely." Standing, she hunted through her bags for various items she had brought while silently cursing Robert. Moving, she blocked the television set purposely. "While I am sure Miss. Angel enjoys the audience Robert, I would like as much detail as possible before going in there. So do me a favor, unglue your eyes from her ass and fill me in." Feisty as she'd always been, it just seemed to take a little push to return to her old self. And as true as old times, he was pushing her buttons.

Still standing in his way, she gave him a hard stare. "I came to help an investigation, find some missing girl... You said nothing about becoming a porn star.." Her arms cross around and under her double D's, her face a sarcastic mask of ' I'm waiting.'

 

[poohlive]

"Didn't think I invited you here cause I needed a partner, did you?" He swallowed another drink, the third since coming here. A half smile rose from his lips as he filled it yet again.

"Nor for the pleasent conversation, or flattering view... although it has gotten more flattering since we've parted."

He hated the way her breasts swayed, the way her ass defied gravity. It was a shining image of everything she had acccomplished, and everything he had failed.

"I need your ass, plain and simple. I need someone to go undercover and find this girl. I need a porn star, and you're the only girl I know young enough, hot enough, and with enough balls to get the job done."

He filled her in on what he knew, which wasn't much. Syn Videos, which produced the film, was owned by a man named Kenneth Stack, an old porn actor turned film maker. He's been up and coming, turning it from a backyard camera fuck to actual films produced and sent out nationwide.

He can't get in to see any records since he's not a cop, and hasn't been able to sway the man for any price, money or otherwise. In short, all he knew was a place where the girl used to work. That's it.

"If I knew any of the cast, or crew, I'd ask them, but no one uses their real names here. I haven't been able to track down any more than that. I need an in, and you're it... you don't wanna do it, you can always go back down to Miami... work on your quads."

He laughed at that, finishing off another drink, and lighting up.

"You look really good, Angel."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"I know." She purposely made it so, having pride in one's body and working hard to keep it this way, stated clearly how high she held herself. "I would return the compliment, but it would be a complete lie." She gave him a once over, moving away from the tv.

"Drinking, smoking. I remember when someone else used to turn heads." Pulling out what little she packed a piece at a time, she knew she wasn't prepared to play a slut. "Damn it, Robert you could've given me a little more time. But this could work to my advantage. After all, appearing there perfect for the job with nothing to nit pick at might set off alarm bells.."

Guess this means I am not leaving this shit hole and I am going to help.. She sighed loudly but kept her thougts to herself. She hated him, for dangling the money before her eyes, for letting himself go and most importantly, for not giving her the details before hand! But would she had come if she'd known?

Yeah.

She used to have morals, was she sinking into the same pit as Robert appeared to be in? She silently hoped not.

"I am going to need a salon, dye, tweeze, wax.. the whole nine yards, but not before this appointment. Going to need outfits too, but again it might be better to appear unprepared. What's my reason, motive for sinking into porn with no past experience. Surely you have some kind of cover story for me, since you were prepared for this shit?"

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm saw the working girl get told off by one of the Craps players. She had messed him up, and that wasn't something that you do. He walked up to her with a smile and led her to a table at the bar. "Hey baby, you working tonight? I could use some real fun, if you think you can handle me." He was smiling, and had all his Pimping finery on. He was wearing an Armani suit, Snake Skin boots, a pimping hat and shades. He smiled at her, and ordered them a bottle of Dom Perignon, the old expensive stuff, to show her that he wasn't kidding, and could pay for her and tip well.

 

[poohlive]

"Yeah," He took a drag, eyeing her as she bent over to sift through her clothing. Perfect ass, nice and round. God, he missed her. Some nights he still leaned to his side, handing almost expecting to get lost in her hair.

He usually found a pillow instead.

"Life's shit," He smiled, "Glad you didn't fall into it."

He did, he fell hard. What did that mean, exactly? Robert wasn't sure, maybe it was just the alcohol talking. The fire in his belly roared with happiness now.

"Don't need a cover story here, sweetheart. This isn't L.A. We aren't trying to crack into the F. B. I., you're lucky if they'll wanna look at your driver's liscence. You understand? Just say you're Angel from Miami, looking to make some money out here in Vegas. That's every whore's story out here, aside from a few little details here and there.

"Go and ask around, every girl's story is the same. Some wanted to be actresses or models, others just needed the money. Some try to feed their kids, or put themselves through college, others need to help their family out, so they write letters telling them they are nurses or accountants. The families don't care, whatever pays the bills.

He laid out under the covers, his eyes closing, half lids, "I need you on this one, Angel. I didn't call you cause of your rack... I need you on this one."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

A smile twisted across her lips, she couldn't really say anything negative to him. It had been far too long, getting comfortable would take time they didn't have.. And so she'd just make due.

"Understood.. I will do my best." She pushed the thoughts away, the pressure inside building slowly to create a ball of nervousness. She'd have to pretend to be a porn star, or would be porn star. It meant a lot of things, mostly running around naked in front of strangers, having sex with nameless..

She paled a little but sucked it up, this was her job.. it paid the bills and she has done much worse before..

She pulled out the shortest skirt she had, the skimpiest top and eyed the set. It would do what an audition, but she seriously doubted that they would care what she had on.

Setting it down, she said nothing the rest of the night. Showered some time later she crawled into the second bed. "Wake me when it's time to go." She turned off the light and tried not to think of what was to come.

 

[flithymind]

Frank Culshaw

(Frank Culshaw)

Frank sat absent-mindedly feeding quaters into the slot-machine and tugging down the arm... barely even noticing as the reels span and stopped... span and stopped.

For a change, he wasn't here for gambling. He was here for business. One of his contacts had called him earlier, asking for a delivery of something Frank could deliver. "Can you fix it Frank?" - the same old question. The same ol' answer. Was the Pope a Catholic? 'course he could fix it. He could fix anything.

He sat there with the package feeling like the size of a house-brick in his inside pocket, convinced it was glowing bright red through his sharp, white suit jacket. He knew it wasn't, but it was still that illicit buzz from doing something illegal and he gripped the slot machine arm slightly tighter each time one of the floor guards strolled by.

He glanced up from time to time, scoping the floor, waiting for his guy to show, he was late, as usual. This place was heaving, as usual. Hookers, Pimps, some guy losing his rag about losing his money at the craps table... as usual. He clocked the plain clothes security guys and the girl 'watching' the Black Jack game. They had that 'cop' mark tattooed on their foreheads. Plus Frankie knew anyone worth knowing in Vegas... that included who was the hired muscle.

He turned back to the slot machine in front of him, scooping a few of the quarters he'd won and feeding them back into the machine. As his head was down the conceirge (and head of floor security) strode towards him. Frank tensed once more and stood, still playing the machine.

The Conceirge was making a bee-line, right for him.

He slipped his hand inside his jacket and...

...palmed some of Columbia's finest to the Concierge as he strolled past.

Two minutes later a floor-girl delivered him "Your chips Sir." and he went to cash in several g's of chips he hadn't won.

These guys were all the same. You did drugs in their place, you were out. You cut them in you were cool. Frank wondered for a moment who it was who was staying here tonight that had a penchant for the Devil's Dandruff... but not for long.

He kept back a few chips and headed for the roulette table.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance was back in the groove. Whow, that woman had froze his luck. As he moved away from her he calmed down more and looked for a new playground. Roulette, now that I can not fuck up, just play the numbers too cool, watch the odds. He walked over to the table that had two open stools he took one. "200,please!" The croupier hears Lance and takes his money and slides a stack of $10 chips across the table. The croupier had a name tag-MEL-. Mel calls out "Place your bet!" he watches some of the player put money on the table, he places his hand on the tourneur and gives it a spin and plays the ivory ball in to the center. He flshes his hands over the table "No more bets!" The ball bounces around and stops. 10 black. A black girl two stools downs clapps her gloved hands, she looks like she just left church and stopped in to sin away the peachings she had received. Lance was ready now he placed $20 on 1-12, 2-1 not the worst odds. I just hope that luck freezer stays away. "Make it good Mel" he says.

 

[Blue_shoes1980]

Lori leaned against the wall by the long-lens camera, keeping out of sight and sound of the action taking place under the lights. She wondered how long it would be before they'd need her services. Or, with any luck, if at all. Either way, she got paid the hundred. The actor for tonight was young and confident, and apparently blessed with a terminal case of hard-on. She knew, though, that might change, after the first money shot. These young guys, all hot for free pussy and glad to get paid to fuck it, were usually the ones that shot off prematurely, and then couldn't seem to get it up again. Then she'd have to 'work her magic' to get them back to full hardness, as Mr. Banks called it.

"Fluffer." What a joke! For what she had to go through, she could be making better money whoring herself out on the Strip, but she wasn't ready to do that. "Not yet," she thought, though she wondered for how much longer. She'd avoided her landlord for a week, but he was threatening to leave her stuff out on the street if she didn't either pay him, or "come across, some other way." She knew what that meant. He'd made passes at her before, and if her boyfriend hadn't gotten himself thrown off the set for getting drunk and making passes at Mr. Banks' starlets, she'd still be able to pay her rent, and pick up her acting lessons again.

Oh, well. He was long gone now, along with his half of the rent, and she didn't even miss him; just his rent money. "Well," she thought distractedly, "That, and the occasional sex!" She was beginning to get awfully horny; it was unavoidable, working here.

"Awww, Goddammit!"

Mr. Banks was angry. Looking up, she saw why. Sure enough, the young would-be actor had blown a load right into his co-star's hair! "Makeup!" he shouted. "Fluffer!" The director threw down his cigarette and stomped it out angrily. It was time to go to work!

Sighing, Lori headed for the stage. "Don't worry," Lance whispered to her as she passed. "He's young. You'll have him up in no time." Somehow, Lori doubted it.

"Damn, this job sucks," she said over her shoulder, to her stagehand friend. Lance erupted in laughter, then stopped abruptly when everyone turned his way with admonishing looks. He liked Lori; almost like a daughter. He would be sorry to see her get into the nastier side of this business, but he felt she would, eventually. You didn't stay away from it for long, once you were near it, and with her virginal looks and obvious "skills," Mr. Banks was already trying to get her to agree to a role. To her credit, she kept insisting that she wouldn't take less than a 'quality' role; one that would show off more than her pretty body.

As he watched her 'working her magic' on the young actor, Lance shook his head in wonder. "Damn, she's good," he muttered. "I wonder how long before Banks and Malcolm bring her down." A few minutes later, as Lori walked back to him with a look of pride on her face, he gave her the 'thumbs-up.'

"Piece of cake," she said.

 

[caela]

Destiny was glad she'd drawn the early show tonight. It gave her time afterward to circulate among the guests and make nice. The later shows drew bigger crowds but there was less time after them to do the flirting and laughing that earned a girl her tips for the night. Besides she'd agreed to cover for one of the waitresses that circulated through the casino proper. She could do worse than to spend her evening carrying drinks to gamblers. The drunker they got the more she tipped. If she played things right she might be able to make enough in tips to cover this months rent.

She circulated for just over an hour before she caught up with her manager and was given permission to go and change. Sara's shift started in an hour which gave her enough time to take a quick shower and clean off all the make-up she had to wear when she danced. The "guests" seemed to like their waitresses the exact opposite of how they liked their dancers and so she wore as little make-up as possible on the rare occassion she worked the floor and usually just pulled her dark hair up into a simply ponytail. It minimized her exotic looks but played up on the "innocence" factor which usually earned her better tips.

In Vegas it was all about the money.

She showered fast and changed even faster giving herself enough time to grab a quick bite to eat before she clocked in on the floor and grabbed a drink tray. She'd grown up in Vegas and had no delusions about making it rich there, she was happy just to be able to make ends meet most months. She knew all the tricks of the trade in this town and didn't miss the hand off between "Fix it Frank" and the Concierge....or the tray of chips that were delivered to Frank shortly afterward. She saw it but it would never have occured to her to comment on her, it was just a part of the way things opperated. She'd have been more surprised to see Frank actually enjoying the slot machine he was pretending to play.

With a small smile on her lips she eyed the rest of the casino, looking around for other natives and steering clear. Even when you didn't know a name you knew the faces and the simple fact was she was going to earn better tips off the guests than those the lived here. If you lived in town you didn't come to a casino to waste your money on tipping waitresses.

Making her way through the casino she was careful to sidle up to table and hang back. She made her presence known but didn't get to close to any of the players until they called her over. It wouldn't do to be seen as a bad luck charm. All that usually got you was yelled at.

 

[poohlive]

Morning came early, too early. Felt like a thousand little miners were making short work of what little remained inside his head. He coughed up something black and horrible before smacking out another cigarette.

Damned wake up call.

He took a shower, noticing his partner fast asleep on her side. She curled in on herself, it looked damned cute. She'd always looked cute though, one fine sexy thing who could make farting look cute.

Women.

He took a shower, relieved himself, and got dressed. Wasn't much improvement. The clothes he'd shed last night and the clothes he'd put on this morning shared the same wrinkles, same smell, and same dirty fucking sweat stains.

By the time she had woken up, he was handing her breakfast.

"Two sugars," He said, flicking a cigarette between his teeth, holding it, almost biting it, "And a bagel with light cream cheese."

He'd woken up with her enough times to know what she liked.

He himself had gotten a large coffe, and decided like most days, to make it irish coffee...

A nice dollup of scotch went into the mix.

"Come on, hurry up. Don't wanna be late, do we? We're gonna make you a star today," He laughed, laying down on the bed, and watching all the right curves as she got up.

It'd been too long...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

Peering out, she wondered sleepily if Robert ever really tried to shave before noon?

Yawning, she stretched slowly. Reaching down, half-enthusiastic fingers scratched at her stomach before she rolled to the side of the bed. Blinking a few times, she remembered well enough not to speak until she was more awake.

She was just not a morning person...

"Thanks." She broke her rule simply because he was considerate enough to bring her something edible that wasn't smothered in grease.

Standing, she ignored her partial nudity. If he hadn't seen it before, or seen hers before he could throw a rock at it... The thought made her smirk a little as she stumbled her way into the bathroom.

Not bothering to shut the door, she relieved her bladder as she stripped off her T-shirt. "What time is it?" She grunted, half mumbled. Reaching for the shower faucets, she cranked them on nearly drowning out his answer.

Standing, she stretched once more, scratched the curve of her bottom as it itched and gave Robert's staring face a wink before she stepped into the hot spray. "What time is it!?" Yelling this early only made her flinch, but the water was waking her up. She listened to him shuffling around in the next room, half an ear for his answer again while she scrubbed and worried.

Nothing more was said between them. She showered, dried and went to work making herself beautiful without overly doing it. Hell, she didn't even touch up her bikini line, let them point it out.. It would work in her best interest to let them have something to nit pick over.

Emerging from the bathroom, she flashed a clean pearly white smile as she tightened the towel around her breasts.. Not an easy feat by any means. "Do I look presentable enough? And what should I wear?" She pointed to the pile in her suitcase. "You really need a change of cloths yourself.." Her remark wasn't meant to be snide or insulting, but he really looked like a bum!

 

[poohlive]

"I'm fine... besides, I'm not the one trying to get fucked today."

He had her clothes already laid out for her on the bed. Purple underwear, thong and strapless bra, spaghetti top which with a midrift... and if she ever stretched it would reveal some undercleavage as well. A rare type of cleavage, set aside for only the lowliest of whores.

Pink sweater shorts, which would leave nothing to the imagination and hug her all day long. She'd feel like she was wearing nothing and love every minute of it. The pink clashed perfectly with the purple underwear, and he'd make sure everyone saw that.

Trailer trash didn't color coordinate.

He had smelled her thong before putting it down on the bed. It smelled of lavender and sex, the perfect kind of smell.

"You really do look good, Angel..."

 

[flithymind]

'Fix it Frank'

Black again. Frank took in another larger stack of chips. Gambling was a mugs game, but it was fun. If you were gonna do it, at least do it well and to win... that was how Frank did most things... to win.

He split the stack, kept some and gambled on black again. Pretty much 50/50... and he watched the ball clatter down into a black niche again and smiled as his stack grew and headed his way again.

He was thirsty. He glanced up and saw Destiny Creed sliding across the pit floor like she was walking on air. Just that perfect mix of blending in and standing out. No one liked a pushy waitress, they were bad luck - but Destiny had mastered that elusive skill of looking like you're trying to blend in, but actually standing out like a Goth at a pop concert.

Not surprising really, she was stunning. Those dancer legs supported a gravity defying frame. Large, pert tits sat-up on her ribcage like two inviting ripe fruits. The casual observer would say "fake", but Frank knew better. He also knew all the surgeons in Vegas and Destiny wasn't a client of any of them.

He scooped his stack of chips and stepped back from the table, cocking his head in Destiny's direction and beckoning her over with barely a gesture. She shimmied over, floating effortlessly again. Dancer's grace (though he also knew she 'danced' of another kind when needed).

"Destiny." he smiled, "Oh how I wish you were my destinty." he smiked, "Looking as lovely as ever. A vodka rocks when you get a moment, if you'd be so kind?" he asked, two red chips appearing on her tray almost magically, as he rolled another chip over his knuckles deftly, smiling.

 

[landiek]

Angel moved about the casino like a floating ghost. Never staying in one spot for too long, that was the way to keep from being noticed until you were ready to be noticed.

It didn't take her long to change one of her hundreds to two hundred. Angel worked on a row of slot machines hitting several small jackpots before moving to the blackjack table.

"A drink Miss?" Asked a voice close by.

"Virgin Bloody Mary, please." Angel sat the hundred on the table and watched as the dealer switched it over into five dollar chips.

"Two dollar ante, Angel.. five hundred limit... " The dealer informed her then glanced to the three men on her right.

She studied them, great raises but lousy faces for the game. It was surprising that two of them were quickly gamed out after losing thousands of dollars. Angel managed to pull some of their funds but a large football player type was hotter with the hands.

Angel slipped the dealer a fifty tip and as gratuity would prevail she was dealt the princess hand, four queens and a jack. She moved her chips to the kitty and called the hand.

Two of her gamesmen grumbled and left the table in search of better odds, leaving her to outsmart the man left. He flipped the full house over and smirked, the house had three of a kind making the player think he won. Angel stopped his hands from raking the pot to his greedy piles.

"Sorry sweetheart, this pot is mine.. four ladies." The cards were turned over and that man screamed at her claiming she cheated.

"Here Hun, take back a hundred and enjoy the lounge.. no sense in getting us kicked out of here." Angel smiled innocently.

He didn't take it but he did move on, so Angel slipped it to the dealer. "Nice job. I'll see you around."

Once more she wandered the rows of slot machines, playing one when the house dicks came too close. She knew their routine.. loitering was not permitted but she would chuckle as they were the ones guilt of the charge.

Soon she moved to the bar and requested another virgin Mary.

"Must be working tonight, hey girl." The bartender teased as he slipped the glass in front of her .

"Always.. shall I pen you in for three am?" Angel asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah.. could use some lip service. Saw Him earlier.. best you find him before you get in trouble kid." The way he said Him let Angel know that Malcolm was disliked by some of the staff.

"I will. promise.. see you at three room twelve ten." Angel left the empty glass on the counter with a five dollar chip. She knew how to stay on his good graces.

It didn't take long for her to spy Frank. She glided over and gave his leg a knowing rub. "Hey you winning any money tonight?"

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Sarah sighed as the hot water drummed against her skin. Another shift over and now she could relax under the neverending warm water supply at the motel. She'd made a healthy amount in tips, which meant she could stock up on essentials and treat herself to a couple of decent meals. Washing away the smell of grease and oil from her waist length hair, massaging her aching shoulders and letting her body unwind for a little while.
When she'd rinsed all the shampoo from her hair and the bubbles from her body she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a small towel around her hair and another larger one around her body. Padding into the bedroom she saw her purse on the bed with the business card lying beside it. She'd taken it out when she got home and had been pysching herself up to calling it ever since. She stalked back and forth alongside the bed for a moment or two. Trying to figure out if she should...and if she did, what she'd say...
Taking a deep breath, she snatched up the card. Wrapping the towel tighter around herself, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and carefully dialled the number on the business card into the phone on the bedside cabinet, waiting anxiously as the line connected and rang.
After a few rings, and just before Sarah could hang up, the call was answered.
"Oh hi...hello...I'm looking for Mr Banks...? My name? I'm Sarah Powers..." She bit her bottom lip while the woman appeared to by looking for some reference to her in her files. "No...no he doesn't know me, well not yet...I mean...I was given his card and told to call about a possible screen test..." Another pause before the woman fired several questions which Sarah answered as quickly as she could. "About me...? I'm 18, yes I have a copy of my birth certificate...yes I'm sure that's very important...I'm 5'4'', natural brunette...blue eyes...36DD, 24, 34...yes, I'm shaved...no, no body piercings..." Sarah blushed, even though the woman on the other end couldn't see her and didn't know her, she still felt embarassed saying such things. "My look...? Well, the other director said I looked 'wholesome and innocent' but I guess that'll be for Mr Banks to decide...Only one film so far...and some modelling..." There was another long pause before the woman told her that Mr Banks was out of the office at the moment but he'd be given her details when he returned and would contact her if he felt she had something to offer. Sarah left her phone number before the woman wished her a pleasant day and hung up.
Sighing and wondering if she'd ever hear anything back...or if she really didn't want to...Sarah stood up and dried most of the excess water from her hair with the towel before picking up her hair dryer to dry off her long dark locks. Planning to crawl into bed and get a couple of hours sleep before it got too noisy outside. After all, working in an all night diner meant she'd gotten in at 8am and the best she could hope for now that it was almost 10 would be a few hours before the motel's cleaning ladies started their rounds, hammering on doors regardless of 'Do Not Disturb' signs and yelling at the inhabitants of each room.
Slipping beneath the sheets naked, Sarah was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.