Episodic Ramblings

[Story_Daddy]

Episodic Adventures

So I have found that I am just a little too infrequent for SRPs, but love writing and posting in short pieces.... the solution? May be a thread where I can post at my leisure yet others can stop in and offer, dare I say, "inspiration."

What you are likely to find here:
- sensual pieces where the craft of writing is not completely disregarded
- stories with build up
- Mostly M/F stories of older men and, often, less experienced women
- experiments in writing that may flop
- the occasional musing

So...
If any of that interests you, feel free to peruse.
If you have something nice to say, a comment or PM is always welcome.
If you want to inspire a story or scene, again, a PM is welcome.

But...
If you are a troll, go crawl under a different bridge

 

[Story_Daddy]

Attempt number one:

Jim pulled up in front of the club, he tossed the bouncer the keys to his Mercedes Roadster and strode past the line of waiting 20-somethings. A pack of guys who had been waiting for over an hour started to grumble, but one look from the bald man at the door and fell back into their chilly wait.

Jim paused inside the door and looked around. Everything was just the way he expected it. The DJ had the dance floor full, the waitresses were circulating and replacing mostly empty glasses with full ones, and the guests in the VIP lounge were smiling as they opened another bottle of champagne. The club-owner smiled.

It had taken him almost 3 years to get here. Finding the right people. Ones he could trust. Talented DJs and bouncers who knew how to let the right people in. Of course, his Ex had been a large part of the problem. Her coke habit and inflated sense of importance had just about been the end of him and his dream.

But that was all in the past now.

 

[Story_Daddy]

Jim moved calmly through the club towards the back office, greeting different guests and staff. He smiled as he gave a nod to to Joe at the bar who was busy mixing up two mojitos for two doting young ladies, before finally reaching the door to his sanctuary.

Jim used his key- the only one that fit this door, and slid into the serene office. The thick padding insured that the only sounds he heard were the faintest of beat from the DJ. He liked to think of it like a heartbeat. The pulse of the club; pulsing through everyone, and joining them.

He switched on the closed circuit monitors and sat down. Watching the screen for a moment, Jim saw everything- from the young frat boy trying unsuccessfully to score with some brunette to... wait... did he just see that?!? It was Jenny. One of his waitresses. He backed up the video.

Sure as shit... that bitch. He watched it again- She had delivered drinks to the VIP lounge (where some barely known musician was trying to impress his new crew) and as she dropped off the drinks, she picked up the wallet that had been on the table. Fighting the urge to storm down there, Jim watched as she walked away, took the cash from the wallet, then, on her next visit, returned the wallet.

Fuming, Jim picked up the phone and called the bar.

"Joe, send Jenny back here immediately" he commanded.

 

[Story_Daddy]

Jim watched in the security cameras as Joe motioned Jenny over and told her that she was needed in the back office. She set down the drink tray, and moved towards the back. It was only a matter of moments before he heard the knock at the door and she entered.

"Hey Jim, you needed to see me?" She asked.

"Come in, and close the door so we can talk" Jim said curtly.

"Is everything OK?" Jenny asked, her concern growing as she realized how tight Jim's jawline was.

"First," Jim spoke deliberately, "you are going to take Mr. Elliot's things from your pocket. Then, you are going to clean out your locker." Jim said- no fluctuation in his voice. No equivocation.

Jenny stepped back, reeling with the news she was being fired. She put her hands over her pocket self-consiously. Her eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights. Jim watched as her face changed, from shock, to anger, to conviction. "But Jim..." her voice honey sweet. She stepped towards him, her hand moving to the button on her shirt.

Sadly, this was nothing new, nor exciting for Jim. He stared coldly at her as she moved towards him, talking about how she needed the job, would "Do anything" to keep it. Her long fingers unbuttoning another button to make sure he knew what she was offering.

Jim just put his hand up- effectively blocking her advance. "Give me Mr. Elliot's credit cards and clean out your locker, before I call the police." and with that he spun back around to the computer. "Leave them on the table at the door."

As the door shut, Jim picked up the phone again and called Joe back. "Return these to Mr. Elliot, but be discreet. Explain that our security team recovered them from a pic-pocket and cover his tab for the evening."

"You got it, boss." Joe was someone that Jim could actually trust around here. "You ok?"

"I'm fine," Jim assured his friend. "I'll be out for a drink in a few minutes."

 

[Story_Daddy]

Jim spent the next hour filling out paperwork about Jenny. Documenting what happened and making sure the video was saved- the last thing he needed was for her to come back and claim that he had harassed her.

As he finished, a sense of exhaustion came over him. Him looked at this watch, 1:30- the club would be shutting down soon. He always liked this time of night. He put away all his paperwork and headed out to the bar.

As Jim sat down at the bar, Joe slid him a glass of top shelf whiskey. Neat. He turned and watched the guests in the bar. Sipping the single malt.

It was a typical night- people were mostly drunk, dancing and trying to pair themselves up before closing time. The VIP lounge seemed to have long forgotten any of the earlier problems, no doubt helped along by the free alcohol.

It was then that he noticed her. At the end of the bar. She was not one of the typical patrons- older, classy. She was sitting alone, apparently enjoying the music and sipping a cosmo.