Club Eroticus

[Eroticus]

Welcome to CLUB EROTICUS, the newest and most fashionable nightclub in the city of Centropolis. Named after the mythical second son of Mercury and Aphrodite, Eroticus is also the nickname of the owner who recently arrived in Centropolis and quickly made a name for himself. No one knows his real name and little is known about his background or from where he came. But his nickname is appropriate. He knows just how to push a woman’s buttons. He is handsome, charming and always makes a woman feel important, attractive and passionate in his presence.

CLUB EROTICUS has become a place to see and be seen. People come to relax after a hard days work, to escape from their dull lives at home, to look for adventure with someone new and exciting or just to let off a little steam by dancing the night away. The club is built on two levels with a futuristic balcony bar and seating area looking out over the dance floor. Just below the dance floor is another bar with more private booths around the walls and tables under a cavern like roof. There are two small elaborately decorated private rooms in the back which can be reserved for special occasions. Most nights these are empty.

Eroticus has an office with a one way mirror looking out from the second floor onto the dance floor and over the balcony. It is elaborately decorated with Persian carpets, valuable paintings and wood panels. He often uses it to entertain important guests, or sometimes to entertain lonely ladies. He watches out over his club to ensure that some sense of decorum is maintained. He has hidden cameras strategically placed throughout the club, and a bank of TVs in a control room where he can monitor activity. He lets his customers enjoy themselves to the fullest as long as they are somewhat discreet.

There are a few rules that Eroticus insists be followed if you wish to enter his club. First, all activity must take place on the premises. If couples leave they can carry on elsewhere, but Eroticus doesn’t want to hear about it. And he gets particularly upset when people take advantage of others without their permission.

Some say there is a sense of magic about the place. Eroticus knows the answer to that, but he’s not telling...

OOC: I, of course, am Eroticus. It is Friday night and the club is rapidly filling with guests. Right now Eroticus is in the front lobby greeting his guests as they arrive. The club could use a few bartenders and waitresses to serve the guests drinks and... whatever.

Enjoy!

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake the bartender

OOC: Jake, 33, has been tending bar since he was old enough to drink. Eroticus has given him the cavern below the dance floor, hoping his experience will keep some order down there.
At 6'5" he is imposing.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Waitress

Nicole
25
5'8" 130
brown hair & eyes

Info: She's somewhat of a prude, But does her job very well. Serious most of the time. Worked hard to get a job here, big tippers, and a faster way to her own business. Likes to act dumb, just to make others feel at ease around her.

IC:
It was time to go to work. Words she often told herself, sort of an incentive to get going. She put on the tight black dress, which was required to be worn. (or so she was told)
She arrived before opening time and sat back in the break room. Her tray set up and her feet ready for another wild night here.
Fifteen minutes until work time, then it would be avoiding drunk wondering hands, really drunk female's with attitude, and showing couples where they could have sex. Other than the dance floor.



occ: let me know if this is alright or not.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja...The Blonde Nymph of a Bar Tender

Jorja slunk into “The Club” (as most of the employees and frequent patrons, lovingly or otherwise, referred to it as), adjusting the lacing on the tight black leather bodice of what had become her trademark bartendrix outfit. She was a hard worker, flexible with the late hours of the Club - being a night owl herself, and it was never bad for business to have a little eye candy behind the bar, although her feisty attitude and arrogant manner had gotten her into trouble more than once.

Tossing her car keys into the handbag slung over her shoulder, Jorja let her eyes adjust to the relative darkness of the Club’s dark interior. It was always strange to be there before opening time with the dance floor wide and open, silently awaiting the writhing bodies that would be packed onto it under the strobe and disco lights tonight. Everything was quiet except for the distant strains of the band’s electric guitarist tuning up. Taking up a sentry post on the shiny red-topped bar stools, she waited...

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY - The Bouncer

Clay sped into the club's parking lot in his old GTO, faithfully restored to former its muscle car glory. An ex football player at USC, Clay had a cup of coffee with the Raiders before his knees proved to be unfit for the brutality that is professional football.

Without having been serious while in college, Clay had no career to fall back on. He kept in good shape, and was always on the lookout for a break into a big paying bodyguard gig. He had business cards made up, although he had never given one out he wanted to be able to act like he could play the part.

Eroticus paid well, and Clay's size and menacing scowl was a deterrent, stopping many potential fights before they got started. Clay loved to flirt with the ladies, and even though he was widely known for it his persistence occasionally paid off with a good roll in the sack.

Clay entered the Club, reviewing the security log from Thursday when he had not worked. It promised to be a wild weekend ...

 

[Eroticus]

I was pleased to see the Friday night crowd beginning to fill the club. Clay, my bouncer, was hassling all the young good looking babes at the front door about their IDs. They were supposed to be 21 but a few looked marginal at best. He kept them in line, but always made the good looking girls feel like they owed him for letting them in to the club. At the same time many seemed to be intrigued and more than curious by his large and muscular frame.

I left the front door to ensure everything was in place and working right. Jake, my most trusted and reliable employee, was behind the bar in the cavern already mixing with the guests, mainly ladies, and listening to their stories of intrigue, despair and hope.

"Hey, Jake," I waved as I walked by, "take it easy on the lasses."

They giggled and waved to me. I recognized several that had been a guest in my office on previous visits.

Jorja, my curvacious and sexy bartendrix, was upstairs and already drawing quite a crowd of young men. She was flirting shamelessly, leaving most of them with their tongues hanging out of their mouths. I remembered the job interview well. I had hired her in the first five minutes, but she didn't leave my office
for another two hours. I walked over to say hello.

"Jorja, my love, you are looking delicious as always. Don't break too many hearts tonight. Have mercy on these young studs."

Somehow I knew one or more of those young men would leave more than satisfied. As I was walking towards the balcony I passed our new waitress, Nicole. She was efficient and quite attractive, but kept her distance. Still, there was something about her that I found appealing. I needed to find some way to break the ice.

"Nicole, it's good to have you as part of our team. I'm sure the tips will be good tonight. When you get a break could you stop by the office? I always like to personally welcome our new employees."

I looked down to the dance floor. The DJ was in the booth spinning tunes. A few couples were showing their moves, but there were also many single girls out dancing by themselves or with each other.

When I was sure everything was in order I headed to the office to keep an eye on things from there.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She served the couple sitting at the table and glanced up at Eroticus. "Yes Sir" She thanked the gentleman for the tip, and made her way to the bar. Jake was charming the girls, as usual.
"Jake, I need a Komi, Jack & coke, and two White Russians please." She waited for her order, and glanced at the clock. She had a break in two hours, Seemed like a long time away. But in truth wasnt. Once the club got pumping, Time flew by without any problems.
She paid Jake for the drinks and headed out amoung the crowd. her heels were taking some time to get used to, but it did show her off nicely. She smiled at Jorja as she walked by, That was about the only woman on this planet she liked. She needed to learn some of Jorja's mannerisms, That woman was a living breathing guy teaser. Nicole deffinately wanted to learn those things.
She served the drinks and took more orders. Tonight was going to be wild. She could see the couples, and singles getting frisky on the dance floor already. She smiled, She wished silently she could cut loose like that, just once.

Time did fly, and soon it was her break.
She walked quietly up to Eroticus's office and tapped on the closed door.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

"You look absolutely dashing yourself, doll."

Jorja blew a kiss to Eroticus as he passed by, on his evening rounds of the Club, that playfully teasing glint in his eyes that made him so appealing to everyone. She hoped he would stop by for his usual midnight vodka martini with her.

Kept busy with the thirsty crowd, Jorja caught Nicole’s eye over the heads of the mingling patrons. She wondered why she didn't have a crowd of men following her like lost puppies, Nicole certainly had the smile, as well as other attributes, to melt them in their shoes. Smiling and fluttering her finger in a half wave in her direction, she admired the look of the waitress outfit. Eroticus had excellent taste in clothing, in fact, she wouldn’t be in the least surprised if his next business venture was creating his own fashion label.

Or, more likely, a stylish line of daring lingerie.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake

Jake actually loved coming to work, aware that most of the other employees here were just stepping through on their way to somewhere better. But for him, this was better. Life hadn't always handed him precious moments to remember. It had been a struggle, and many of the joints he had worked on the way up were places that made him happy to have gotten out alive, and with all of his teeth intact. He shuddered, not really wanting to remember that part of his past. Some things were meant to be secrets.

"You ok?," this sweet young thing at the bar asked me, having noticed my temporary tripping down memory strain.

"I'm the best, honey," his classic reply to any such question, "wanna try me?" He winked, she laughed and took a sip of her red wine.

"Hey, Jake, take it easy on the lasses," it was Eroticus passing through, checking on his Club. Ero was an easy chap to work for, and appreciated everyone who did their job well. And the patrons loved him, too. He was careful to remember everyone, a trait I had picked up as well. Everyone wants to feel special, everyone wants their own 'Cheers' where everybody knows your name.

Nicole came by to fetch some drinks. She was new, and mysterious, and me and every other guy around wanted to light her fire. Some of them pushed too hard, and she would blow them off. I liked that she knew what she wanted, and wouldn't settle for less. I opted to be patient, build a friendship first. She needed me, and creating a strained relationship between bartender and waitress never worked very well. And going for the quick fuck, even when it worked, didn't work that well either. Jake was in it for the slow organic passion of life. Even slow and organic would build to a fever pitch eventually. And, hell I had nowhere else to be.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

OOC: Candy to her friends, 48, 5'9", 135 lbs., well-endowed, auburn hair, blue green eyes. She is a rich, recently widowed friend of Eroticus' sister Tiffany who directed her to Club Eroticus as a place to relax and rediscover herself. Tiffany has made an introductory appointment for Candy with Eroticus

IC: Oh, Lordy (she thinks to herself) why did I let Tiffany talk me into this? I haven't been to a club in years. I stick out like a sore thumb wearing the lavender suit I wear to the garden club (even though it does show off my bust and legs). And that guy at the door! He sure took his time looking me over and checking out my I.D. At my age, really!!! Almost broke a heel trying to get away from him. Well, I'm here, I might as well get a drink.

Oh, my, a goddess for a bartender. So much for being comfortable.

"Hi," she says nervously as she slides onto the stool at the bar. "Could I have a Bombay Sapphire martini, up, please? Two olives, if you wouldn't mind."

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

The place was starting to fill up, Clay thought. He waved at Mr. E as he walked by. Clay just grinned you just gotta like a guy like that. All the loot in the world, runnin the number one club in the city does life get any better? Clay got up to make the rounds for the first time that evening. So far, he had checked in the usual assortment of hotties and their friends. A few possibilities, Clay mused. The real lookers wouldn't arrive yet for hours.

Jake was being Jake , serving drinks with professional efficiency and just a little flair. He was the anchor around which the bar operated. Clay liked that guy a lot.

Jorja was another matter altogether. Its not that Clay wasn't interested, its just that she was in another league. Wearing those skimpy outfits attracted men like flies and she played them for all she was worth. Tips R us. A while ago, Clay had been his usual obnoxious self and Jorja had tongue lashed him so hard Clay knew he was through. So, he had just decided she was a shallow bitch and that was that. Every time he got close to her, he had the same thought - I'd show this wench what to do with her sharp tongue - and it wouldn't be talk! Alas, Jorja never seemed to get into any trouble she couldn't handle and so for the most part Clay left her alone.

Jorja was serving that attractive older woman - Clay blanked on her name. Nice enough, big rack Clay thought. Looks a little lost here though. Kinda nervous. Mr. E will make her feel right at home when he sees her. He always does.

Jake couldn't spot the new waitress at the moment. Everything was in order in his world ...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

"Hi there, what can I get for you this evening?"

Jorja subtly appraised the woman in lavender. Her getup was interesting, making her look refined, yet showing a lot more than most suits did due to her long legs. Somehow she looked familiar, but Jorja knew all the regulars and she was definitely not among that crowd. She vaguely remembered seeing her in one of the many photos scattered around Mr. E’s office, although Jorja usually spent most of her time there occupied with more than the decor.

“You a friend of Eroticus?”

Jorja retrieved a long stemmed martini glass with the Club’s logo emblazoned on it, poured in the chilled gin and vermouth, and garnished it artfully with the two requested olives, all the time noticing the look Clay was giving her from across the room. Returning the bottle of Bombay Sapphire to it’s usual place, she mused over the cause of his sullen attitude. The resident bouncer had a bad case of sour grapes, and perhaps had been infuriated at letting a woman get the better of him for once in his life. He had been giving her the cold shoulder for weeks, as if that would do any good. Not much of a revenge when she would have ignored him anyway. Glaring back in his direction to let him know she had caught him looking, she set the martini on the black, highly varnished counter top and smiled.

“Enjoy.”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She only had a fifteen minute break, and the Boss wasn't answering his door. He must not be in yet, still making rounds or something. She turned and carried her tray back downstairs. She walked over and sat in the stool closest to her station.
"Jake, can I get a glass of water please?"
These heels would take some getting used to. She never wore anything over 1 1/2 inches before, well before now. These 3" heels though, were supposed to show off more of her slim legs. Play on a man's lusts, get bigger tips. She glanced around, the Club was filling up rather quickly. She smiled as Jake slid her water to her.
"Thank you Jake." She sat back musing quietly to herself. She got a longer break at midnight. She would try again then to see what Mr E. wanted.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake

Jake was a people watcher, perfect job, eh? That plus fifty per cent shrink, and he was in heaven. And, of course, being the non-threatening type, everyone confided in him. "If I were into extortion, I'd be a wealthy man. But I am wealthy", he thought. I have around me such a treasure of human contact like I could never have guessed I'd find.

Clay walked by, flashing his smile, on his way to check out the action. I motioned him over. I'd been thinking about his aversion to Jorga, and I wanted to share something with him. "She's not shallow, you know? She's playing a role here like all the rest of us, and part of that is having a tough skin, and a wary eye. Think ONION. Once you get past that tough skin, you'll find layer after layer of pure woman, and when you get to the good part, it'll make you cry." He waved me off like I was full of shit, but I knew he'd think about it.

You never knew who would wander in here, models, movie stars, clever drunks who knew how to get through Clay's radar, and just plain folk. Those were my favorites, the people living without the pretenses.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

Jake

Nicole came by for her glass of water. Didn't she ever get into harder stuff? But I was glad to serve her -- she seemed so innocent sometimes, and full of piss and vinegar at others. Ah, yes, the mystique at work.

"Nice gams, sweetie. But your hoofers must be hurting by now. I'd be happy to give you a foot rub later. I'm pretty good. Had a lot of practice. Listen, don't worry about the boss. He's a good guy, he'll take care of you. And if he doesn't, you just tell me, and I'll straighten him out." She knew I was teasing a bit, but I hoped she knew I'd be there to help if she needed it.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She smiled, Jake was always a good one for reading people. Bringing out a feeling of warmth. And she had only known him a few days. But she seen how men and woman alike responded to him. He had a knack for this life. She was just a sheep in wolf's clothing. By day she wore business suits and attended college classes for accounting. By night, she was now a cocktail waitress. But it paid for the last semester of her classes.
"Thanks Jake, I needed a smile. And you are right, These things are torture on a woman. Please tell me I am not too crazy for wearing them?" She cuckled and sipped her water. She glanced around the room.
"Another night on the wild side. Hopefully tonight I can keep up. I don't need to lose my job before it's began."
She turned back and smiled as she met his eyes. She was bashful often, but here, hopefully she would over come this trait.
His offer of a foot massage sounded nice, but she barely knew him. She just decided to skip answering that question, instead she just smiled friendly like. She did like him, he was a sweet guy. She was just weary of men liking her for the wrong reasons. When she didnt "put out" they walked off. She was tired of being hurt in that way.
"Wish me luck Jake, and hope I don't mix up drinks again tonight. Oh and sorry for the mess last night too.." She had come to her station to give him her order, when her tray of half drank drinks spilled over her tray and all over his clean bar. His shoes must have been soaked from her clumsiness.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

"Thanks. You make a great martini."

Well, she seems friendly enough. And this IS a beautiful club. Maybe the martini will help relax me.

"Um, I'm not sure how to ask this, but is the, uh, manager, maybe he's the owner, around? I don't really know his name other than, well, the club name, er, Eroticus?"

God, I sound so juvenile. I wonder if I look as bad as I sound. Better have another sip of the martini.

"I sort of have an appointment with him, although, well, he's not really expecting me at any time. Tiff told me to look him up, you know, um, introduce myself? My name is Candace, but she might have, em, er, told him my nickname, um, Candy?"

OMG, there in the mirror, is that what I think it is? That couple, they're <gasp> no, I'm not really seeing anything. Am I?

Get a grip, girl. Act nonchalant.

 

[Eroticus]

From the one way mirror in my office I noticed that a crowd was packed into the dimly lit dance floor, swaying in the multicolored strobes that occasionsionally flashed across their bodies. I noticed one woman in particular, wearing a short purple dress, wedged between two studs and as she squirmed to the music. Well it wouldn't be the first time hanky-panky has occured on the dance floor. It wouldn't present a problem as long as they kept it somewhat discreet. I'll have to tell Clay to keep an eye on it

Now who is that auburn beauty talking to Jorja? She looks familiar, but I can't quite place her. Better go down and introduce myself. She looks a little nervous. Jorja will put her at ease, but she just might need a gentle man's touch to liberate her so she can fully enjoy my club.

I went down the back stairs and detoured through the lower bar. Jake was flirting with Nicole. Only a matter of time with Jake. She didn't stand a chance.

"Don't believe everything he tells you, Nicole. I've seen him in the locker room and he's not THAT big."

I winked at them and saw Nicole blush. I moved past the dance floor stopping briefly to show off some of my patented "jitterbug" moves with two attractive young ladies who were dancing together. I kissed them each on the cheek and worked my way to the upper floor, stopping along the way to chat with some of the guests. I finally made my way to the bar.

Jorja winked at me and nodded her head to the lady in lavender. I walked over next to her. She looked up at me from her bar stool.

"Good evening. I feel blessed to have the presence of such beauty in my club tonight. You look very familiar. Have we met?"

She introduced herself as Candy and said we'd met at a party my sister Tiffany had thrown earlier this year. I slowly pieced the memory together until it clicked in my head.

"Mrs. Donovan. I'm so sorry about your husband. He was truely a fine man. This community will always honor his generosity."

I kissed her hand and gazed into her troubled green eyes. I could see the look of someone in search of more than life was offering her despite her wealth.

"Could I interest you in joining me in my office? It's actually more like a private lounge. You may find it more relaxing away from all the crowds and loud music."

OOC: I should describe Eroticus. He's 5'10", 175 #'s, deep blue eyes with long eyelashed, powerful shoulders, light brown wavy hair, impeccable dresser, mid thirties

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She hid her smile, and got up to get back to work. She had no fear at all of getting mixed up with someone at Work. It just wasnt done.
She moved easily amoung the crowd, never having a problem with making friends in her life, This job was easy for her. Well except for the aching feet by the time this place closed for the night.
She took orders and delivered them, Her job was routine. She watched as the bouncer moved amoung the people, smiling and flirting. She shook her head, if she could do that so easily, her life would be easier.
She was asked by several female patron's what it was like to work here, and with such a sexy boss. Though she could not really give them an answer, it didn't stop the ladies from speculating what happened in his "private" office. She rolled her eyes and moved along.
She came back to the bar, ready to order, listening to Jake make the women feel at home. She had been listening to lines all night, and was tempted to write some of them down. She hid her smile at the thought, and asked Jake for her next order. She wondered if she should go up stairs and check the private lounges for drink orders.
She spotted Mr E. at the other bar, talking to a patron. She wanted to go up and at least ask him the rules for working here, but didn't dare interrupt. She turned to Jake instead.
"Jake, what are the rules for working here, if any? No one has explained anything to me except clock in, clock out, break times, and no drinking on the job. Is there any other rules I should know about?" She sat on the stool twirling a straw, her ass moving to the music. She wanted to get up and dance the music was so damned good. But she was sure that wasnt allowed too.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

The bartender (I learned her name was Jorja) assured me that Eroticus would be along soon, that he takes very good care of his patrons, so I ordered a second martini. No sooner had I taken a sip than I saw Jorja look up, wink and nod her head toward me. I looked questioningly at her and she smiled reassuringly.

I looked up into the most beguiling eyes I'd ever seen and my heart did a wild flutter. I certainly hadn't had those kinds of feelings in a very long time. I knew instantly who he was, remembering his charm from the party Tiff had thrown.

He looked at me quizzically and asked if we'd met. I recounted our meeting at his sister's party and told him my name. I usually introduce myself as Candace, being it's so much more proper, but I actually said my name was Candy. How unlike me. What must I be thinking?

Then he did a remarkable thing. He told me how much Barnabas would be missed and how he had benefited the community. I choked up and almost broke down on the spot. I never knew how far Barnie's (my nickname for him) name carried. He was such a fine man, though so withdrawn and staid at times.

He then took my hand and kissed it, gazing deep into my eyes, which sent a delicious shiver straight into my busom and loins. I felt so embarrassed and knew he must have sensed it for he asked if I'd care to accompany him to his office where it was quieter. How generous. He wanted to chat and make me more comfortable. What a gentleman. Yet, I was worried how it would appear to others in the club (not that I knew anyone who might be there).

"Oh, I don't know." My hand fluttered to my chest. That's when I realized just how deep the bodice on this jacket was, just how much cleavage showed. Oh, he must think me a trollop, flouting my body and my desires so soon after my husband's death. Truth be known, I had been rather stilted in our marital relations, always sensing there was something missing. But I digress.

Yet here he was, so charming, exuding calm and genuine care for my well being. "Maybe for a short while, to chat over a drink." I really hope I am not being too obvious in my attraction to him. He is so young.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay's job was to truly see everything and miss nothing. His inconsequential flirtatious peccadillos aside Clay was very good at what he did and he took great pride in it.

He eyed Nicole from afar. Now there was a woman with nothing but upside. Swaying to the music until she looked around guilt written on her face as if she had done something wrong. No need for guilt, hon. So innocent yet so simply attractive. Like Mary Ann from Gilligan's island. The one so many guys wanted instead of Ginger. I simply must talk with her more, Clay said to himself. Now is a good time, and he began to walk in her direction.

Speaking of Ginger, Jorja was her living embodiment. In sort of a starlet-behind-the-bar kind of way. Jake was all wet with that Onion take. Yes she was probably wholesome and a real person underneath all that thick skin. Blah blah blah. Clay saw the Ice Queen stare she gave him dripping with distain. Then jerking her eyes away when their eyes met as if she was offended at the very sight of him. Clay bristled at the thought, his big hands clenching in anger. Let it go boy, let it go. She'll win if you let her get to you. Still in the dark recesses of his mind Clay couldn't help but think of what he would make her do if he ever had the chance.

The lady was getting ready to go up the stairs to Mr. E's office. Clay never asked what went on in there, it was the only room in the entire place that no cameras were allowed in and Clay had no responsibility for. He had heard her name. Candace. Clay smiled to himself, no woman ever came down from Mr. E's office unhappy...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Jorja smiled, returning Mr. E’s wink as he escorted Candy around the bar to the clear glass spiral staircase. Ah, the infamous private office. She checked the tiny silver watch that hung on her left wrist...almost 11. Maybe she wouldn’t be expecting Mr. E. back for his midnight chat after all.

She was in a good mood, and served up the drinks alongside her usual repartee and playful comments to the patrons too shy to start a dialog with her themselves. But then Clay, in his usual obnoxious manner, had to ruin it. He could be fun to toy with at times, but there was a point when he seriously rubbed her the wrong way. Like, for instance, now. Standing there, arms crossed like he didn’t have a care in the world, purposely ignoring the chilling gazes she had been laying on thick all night.

If looks could kill... Mr. E. had remarked offhandedly one evening when he caught her in one of her staring contest routines. Never was anything more true.

 

[Eroticus]

OOC: Eroticus had posted the following rules for employees of Club Eroticus.

'Your primary mission as host in this Club is to ensure the guests feel at home. Coming to the Club should be more like coming to a party than showing up at a business establishment We are not only the hosts that ensure their drinks are served. We are also very much a part of the party.

The Club has purposely retained a much larger staff than our size would require. This is to allow you, the hosts, to sit and talk when it is appropriate, dance if asked, and especially to make sure no one is left alone. There are plenty of us to cover for each other. Just make sure your area supervisor is aware of you activities.

My only rule with respect to behavior is to be discreet. You may have noticed activity at the club that occasionally raises eyebrows. As long as no one is hurt and it doesn't get out of hand we let the guests enjoy themselves. Just remember, all tips are pooled and divided evenly at the end of each week. No special monetary deals with our patrons, please.

Should you have any questions, I am always at your service.

Eroticus'

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

Jake had handed her a laminated letter, and she sat reading it. So those were the rules? Well, alright. As long as she didn't have to act the slut, she was fine with them. She thanked him, handing them back. She grabbed her now full tray and set off to take the drinks where they were needed.
She smiled as she passed Clay, "Hi there, Dont have too much fun.." She kept going. She had drinks to deliver and upstairs to check on.
She glanced up at the other bar, and smiled. Jorja looked like she was having fun up there. She walked up the stairs, and made her rounds, asking for any cocktails. She passed Mr E., he was occupied with a woman in a very nice outfit. She smiled friendly little smile and moved along. Just a little longer, and she got to take a break. She went to Jorja this time for her orders to be filled, no need to go across the bar.
"Hi there Jorja, I need a few drinks when you get a moment please." She turned and looked down at the dance floor. The music pumping through her veins, She desperately wanted to get out there and grind with the rest of them. She smiled, perhaps she'll get asked to dance and have a reason to be out there?
Her eyes traveled the room, there were many good looking single guys out there. Well single, as in alone tonight. She could have a little fun? What harm could it do?
Her feet had finally stopped hurting awhile ago, that was a blessing.

 

[Eroticus]

I escorted Candy up to my office, which is really more of a private lounge. The middle third of the room was mostly taken up by a semicircular sunken floor with plush tan couches wrapped around an ornately carved mahogany table. The wall on that side of the room was a huge stone fireplace surrounded by dimly lit shelves decorated with valuable figurines and antique vases. Above the fireplace was a large flat panel wide screen monitor flashing images of great masterpieces. A thick, soft white carpet covered the sunken floor.

At one end of the room was and antique desk surrounded by bookcases. A large blue and gold Turkish carpet covered the wood mosaic floor underneath. At the other end of the room was the window looking out over the dance floor. A couch and two comfortable chairs faced the window resting on another ornate Turkish carpet. On the back wall was a magnificent modern bar with an interesting mixture of lasers and colored lights decorating the silver, liquid and glass background.

I guided her over to the window.

“This is my world here. Look at all the people down there. Each one has their own private life complete with hopes, fears, complications and joy. But in here we are a family. We leave our lives behind, and for a few hours we can be who we want. Look at that couple down there in the dark shadows by the edge of the dance floor. They only met 30 minutes ago and already they are close to culminating the most intimate act a man and woman can share. Come, let me show you.”

I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her over to a couch by the fireplace. I flipped a few buttons until a camera zoomed in on the couple we had been watching. They had worked their way over behind a speaker, kissing and groping as they pretended to dance. Hidden from the crowd, they let their passions flair. She was grinding herself against the hand between her legs, then slipped to the floor, unzipped his trousers and took him into her mouth.

I looked at Candy. She was breathing fast and rubbing a hand over her stomach. Her other hand was massaging her neck and torso just above the swell of her large breasts.

“I apologize if this is disturbing you. Should I turn it off?”