IC: Madame Delanie's (Open to patrons)

[LatinLady]

OOC: Remember, the working staff is in place, should an ladies want to work for Madame Delanie, send me a PM.

Patrons, you know the password, come on it!


IC:

It's the Garden District of New Orleans in the year 1930. Prohibition is at it's peak and you find yourself at a speakeasy, on the corner of Prytania and 1st. It's an old house set back from the sidewalk a bit with 2 rather large magnolia trees in the front yard. high Hedges surround the property with wrought iron fencing sticking up the top. There is only 1 way in and out of the property and that is through the gate in the hedge at the front which appears to be locked. Upon your approach a man steps from the shadows and asks you the passowrd. You know it is "Singleton" and are allowed to enter.

Once you walk in the front door it is lavishly decorated in victorian style. Rich colors and fabrics adorn the front foyer. To the right the front parlor room with a grand piano. To the left, the bar area. Along the far wall is a bar tended by a gentleman and about the room are places to sit. Straight ahead from the door stairs lead up to the 6 bedrooms upstairs all lavishly decorated with four poster victorian beds. The rear left of the house's 1st floor is the kitchen area and the rear right is closed off by a heavily locked door.


Inside that room

Madame Delanie, She is in her mid 30's 5' 7" dark black curly hair, dark olive skin slender build. She owns this house, it was left to her by her mother when she died. Her mother was the negro mistress of a prominent political official. Once her mother died, her "father" stopped helping with money so Solange Delanie had to make money. She became Madame Delanie. The police tried to bust in on her business once, but a threat of her Father's wife finding out about his little indescretion and Madame Delanie's is off limits to the police.

7pm Friday Evening

"Ahhh another night another party" I stand in front of my closet looking at the many dresses I own and finally decide on a red one. I adjust my breasts to show the maximum amount of cleavage and prepare for the evening. I unlock my door and step out into the hallway.

 

[garajd]

Gerald, the Doorman

One more look in the mirror. tie is straight, hair neatly combed . . . stepping into the hall just as Madame Delanie closes her door. Bowing slightly toward you, "You look absolutely beautiful this evening, Madame."

Heading toward my post at the front door, I take a quick walking look around the first floor. Everything seems to be in order. The bartender is wiping the bar one more time . . . laughing to meself, seems that bartenders are always wiping down the bar, even when no customers are present. Glancing toward the parlor . . . the ladies are beginning to arrive . . .

Smiling toward the parlor, I make my way to the front door, unlock the door and step into the cool evening and stand on the top of the steps leading up from the entry . . .

 

[LatinLady]

Madame Delanie

I notice everything is in order. The bar is clean and ready to go. I step through the parlor. I love this house before a night's partying. Everything is so clean and nice ... and above all quiet.

I walk towards the front door just as Gerald is on the front steps ready to take his post.

"Good evening Gerald "

 

[catlover]

Frank

I had business in New Orleans. My good friend here in the old home town suggested I would like to visit Madame Delaney's, and gave me the password Singleton

Away from home and after a day of meetings, I went by the place and it looked interesting, so I parked and went to the gate and rang the bell.

A man came to the gate and asked the password, which I gave him, whereupon the gate opened and i was admitted to the parlor, rich in decor quite different from my own locale, but quite nice. As I admired the furnishings, a lady appeared wearing a red dress and quite an attractive cleavage, and escorted me to a bar where I ordered a glass of champagne.

The bartender served me, and commented that he hadnt seen me before, and asked if this was my first visit.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ivy (Ida May Legrand)

I stretched out my long legs and run the remaining stream of scented lotion down my thigh and calf muscle. Breathing deep the scent of rose petals, I watch the small speckles of glittering dust caress my skin. I shimmer in the light and smile as I stand up and smooth my bangs into place. I know my eyes sparkle with hunger. The thought of raising enough money for the pretty trinket at Royal Antiques is only a few customers away. “Hopefully tonight,” I whisper to the air around me.

Slowly I slide my hand over my full bosom and pause just above my left breast. I stand there imagining the peacock broach nestled next to my creamy skin. A happy sigh escapes my lips and I pull down the front of the red-beaded flapper dress. My lips match the bright color as do my nails and shoes. The lower half of the dress is altered slightly, normally the material would have been sheer, but not so much that it was disrespectful, in my case though the material was replaced with wispy strands of red beads.

Leaving my room, I stop and look back at all the “gifts” from my “regulars” no longer am I, Ida May Legrand, I am Ivy.

The sway to my hips causes the beads to move quietly as I walk down to the parlor. The low lights do their job and my rose-scented skin shimmers as I move about the room, fluffing pillows and waiting for the evening to begin. When I found myself drifting off to fantasies of how delectable I would look wearing my new peice of jewelry, my smile lifted slightly. It wasn't long before the time seemed to slip by and I noticed by Madame Delanie and Gerald approaching. I had moved quietly to a corner arranging flowers so they did not see me.

Quickly I slip back to the main room sit down at one of the small tables; my seat faces the bar as well as the entrance of the room. I notice a gentleman already sitting quietly and for a brief moment I find myself intrigued, but I am not one to rush into the first customer. After all, I have a goal and that goal screamed money and money screamed jewels.

So I sit, sipping my glass of wine and waiting with the look of a pretator wanting to sip from the most elite of the group, or at least one of my regular "friends."

 

[catlover]

Frank

One of the ladies walked in wearing a bunch of beads that spread when she moved. I was intrigued and she sat down at a table facing me. Our eyes met, and of course she didnt know me being from out of town, but I didnt know her or any of the other girls so what difference would that make?

I went over and joined her at her table, and asked her name. When she said "Ivy " I introduced myself and lightly shook her hand, holding it a little longer than necessary. Then I brought it to my lips and kissed the back of it, and asked if she was available

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ivy chats with a potential friend. . . but no guarantees does she make

He was quick and forward, I thought to myself. This was normal though, there were no secrets as to what I was. I was not ashamed of it. I did what I did to survive and I was good at it. I studied the gentleman in front of me, his touch was warm, but he was not anyone I knew. When he was finished holding my hand, which was determined by my removing it from him, I placed it on my lap.

“Sir,” I paused, but refused to ask for his name. That detail to me was not important. “I’m available to who I chose to be available with unless I am told by Madame and then even she will lend me her ear privately and sometimes I can sway her decision.”

I sipped at my wine and continued to watch him. Since he was new to Madame’s he did not know that if he were to enjoy my company. I would expect to get as well as I gave. I was not quick by any means, short tumbles weren’t my forte and I didn’t play with men that only showed meager potential.

His worth to me and my time would be based on his future conversation with me and even then I would not guarantee myself. I was here for one reason. . .money. He was here for another reason. A service I provided, one I would not willingly give to anyone, even if he was the only gentleman to offer.

“So tell me about yourself,” I rose a brow. “And spare nothing. Details my dear. I do enjoy a detailed person.”

 

[etamitni2]

Joe (Joey) Shanowski

OOC
Joe (Joey) Shanowski
Brown hair - mustache
Hazel eyes
6' 0"
185 lbs
Age 35

IC
There - the last glass is wiped dry and set in place in preparation for the night - Friday night no less!

What would the wild natures of the patrons bring before my eyes and ears this go 'round. I smiled thinking of past Friday's. It always seemed the most active and interesting evening of the week.

Closing my eyes for a moment I recalled the day Solange approached me on the docks where I was unloading one of the more sleazy commercial fishing boats that had just come into port. She was definitely out of place with her upscale clothes, heels and the confidence with which she carried herself. She appeared to be on a mission. A moment later I found out that mission was me.

"I have a friend, who has a friend, who tells me you make pretty good mixed drinks. Is that true?"

I blinked and stared at her for a moment, looked behind me to see if there was someone else she was directing this comment to, then returned my attention to her. I found it difficult to look her in the eyes for any length of time because I was drawn over and over again to gaze at the rest of her. It wasn't very often...no never had a woman of her stature spoken to me, much less approached me intentionally and addressed me directly.

"Well...I..." It was difficult to concentrate with her perfume wafting through the air sending my thoughts in a thousand different directions. "Well...yeah, that's true." I couldn't think of anything else to say, though I wanted to extend the conversation.

She looked me up and down like a pork chop she might select for dinner tonight. She smiled and said "My name is Solange Delanie. Have you heard of me?"

"Mm...Madame Delanie?...sure". I looked at the other workers around us who had ceased all activity to focus their attention on this strange and beautiful interruption. "Everybody has heard of YOU. Well at least everybody on THIS dock!" I broke out laughing, as did all the other guys.

Solange shifted her stance and put a hand on one of her sexy hips. Everybody suddenly became quiet again sensing she was about to say something they didn't want to miss. She leaned toward me, ran her fingers through my hair, cupped my chin in her hand and half whispered "How would you like to make ten times the amount of money you make working here and work half as hard?" She parted her lips and slid her tongue out in a lapping motion that sent my heart into rapid fire.

I think she could have said make half as much money and work ten times as hard and I couldn't have refused her at that moment. After what she was offerring sunk in I eagerly accepted her invitation to be my new employer and followed her to her car where her driver opened the back door for her to get in. I hesitated momentarily, not knowing just where I was supposed to sit. Solange chuckled at my obvious discomfort and motioned for me to sit beside her on the back seat.

Driving back to her place she filled me in on the bartending position. She said she picked me over some professional bartender because she knew I would appreciate it more, and greater appreciation would result in greater loyalty on my part. I told her she could depend on me for sure. She relaxed, sat back, crossed her enticing legs and patted me on the leg. "You'll work out just fine" was her only comment.

Ten minutes later we arrived at the brothel where I received money and a list of clothes I needed to buy to dress properly for my new career. Ever since that day I have been what she wanted and eagerly looked for any way I could please her above and beyond the call of duty.

My thoughts returned to the present as Ivy caught my eye. The only guy in the place had approached her and was attempting to acquire her services. I thought "He's gonna have to do better than kiss the back of her hand" and chuckled. I had seen many men come and go and Ivy was particular about who she did business with. I watched the scene unfold, knowing it would take the guy some time to convince her to accept his money.

 

[KallistiHam]

Enter Kallisti...

I stood naked in front of the mirror inside my room. I was fixated on my newly shaved pussy, the Madame's suggestion of course. The Madame had picked out a tight black corset, seamed black thigh highs and high heels. I took a deep breath, this was my first night as a "working" girl, but it was also the first night since I ran away that I was off the streets. I was eager to please, and she had said that with my submissive personality I would make several men happy and be well rewarded.

So I slipped into the tight corset that squeezed my breasts uncomfortably together and up. Slowly I slid the thigh highs up my legs, careful to keep the seam straight. Even though they had elastic in their lacey tops to keep them up I hooked them onto the corset's garter straps. I then slid my barefeet into the 4" black patent leather heels that were picked out for me. Finally I wrapped a sheer shawl around my shoulders.

I gazed at my sexy new form in the mirror. It hid my innocence well, I thought. I paused on my way out the door and looked at the two pair of glasses. One was my old, clunky, geeky pair. The other was the designer pair that the Madame had bought me (they looked like those Lisa Loeb would wear 60 years later). My first task she told me at the optometrist (a loyal customer of hers) was I had to work off this loan. I selected the designer glasses and slipped out of my door and downstairs.

I entered the bar and found Ivy there already seducing a customer. She intimidated me, more experienced and I thought more attractive. I took a deep breath, but could not calm the butterflies in my stomache so I summoned to courage to go to the bar. I would have to convince the bartender to give this underage girl a drink.

I meekly leaned on the bar and in quiet voice..."Uh excuse me, sir. Could I have something to drink? Something to calm the nerves?"

 

[etamitni2]

Joey Shanowski

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in the room and turned to see another one of Madame's girls enter. She looked rather young and innocent even though she was dressed to play her role for the evening. It was her eyes gave her away. She was definitely uncomfortable.

I glanced back to Ivy and saw her potential customer still working on her to accept him. The irony of it made me chuckle. The new girl was coming toward me. She was very attractive and I could feel my cock reacting appreciatively. She walked up to the bar and asked if she could have a drink to calm her nerves.

"Sure sweetheart, just let me double check with Madame." I raised a shot glass to get Solange's attention. She looked my way and I motioned toward the lovely young thing standing in front of me. Solange nodded her approval.

"Ok, hon, what'll it be?"

 

[LatinLady]

Gerald headed off to let our first patron for the evening in. I looked back inside to see Joey raising a glass and pointing to the new girl. Kalli I think it was.

It was her first day, and my impression of her was scared kitten. She would need a drink if she was going to make it through her first night here.

Ivy of course was her usual charming self. I didn't need to worry about her very much.

I walked towards Kalli and Joey, "Good evening young lady. You look absolutely lovely. I am sure the customers who will be arriving shortly will feel the same. Remember, it's only a job." I looked towards Joey, smiling, "How about a little Brandy for me sugar"

 

[garajd]

After greeting our first guest and obtaining the password, I walk back into the parlor, continually keeping an eye on everything going on. Madame Delanie trusts me to be her second set of eyes and ears, protecting the privacy of our guests as well as the safety and well-being of our ladies.

Walking to the bar, nodding at Kalli as she stands awkwardly and a little uncomfortable at the other end. I walk down to chat with her, hoping to ease some of her nervousness; stopping halfway down the bar as Madame Delanie approaches her and talks with her.

Catching Joey's eye, I ask for a ginger ale . . . that's all I partake of while on duty. Thanking him, I return to my post on the front porch, setting my glass on a hidden shelf behind one of the large pillars of the grand entry to Madame Delanie's.

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was a lttle surprised hen she asked me to tell her about myself. Was she really interested or playing hard to get? And details. What details? did she want to know about my wife and family back home? Certainly she wouldnt mind being with a married man

The details of the business trip certainly werent pertinent to this conversation, although perhaps the money I made could be.

This was intriguing. I liked it. I could like this lady. Here or elsewhere. She bwould fit into my social circle, I thought, as I imagined her co-hosting a large party that evolved into a wild orgy before morning.

I knew a woman in this business was principally an actress. She was here to please her clients, but perhaps she wanted to be pleased as well. Good, I was ready and willing to please her. It was part of the pleasure of being here.

So I went through the mundane details of the family back home and the purpose of the business trip here, including the gentleman who had given me the reference, and what he had said about Madame Delaney's establishment and the ladies who plied their trade here.

I told Ivy what he had said about the exotic staff, and the services they provided

I even told her about the mistress I had back home, and the chalet I provided for her to live in, convenient for me to visit. I told Ivy how I had met her in a place much like this, in San Francisco. I had fallen in love with her asnd imported her to my home town to be the consort of me and my friends. I then laughed and told Ivy that even my wife iknew about her, and I suspected the two of them even got together periodically, (although back in 1930 lesbian and bi-sexual activity among women was in the closet, along with trading wives and sex partners)

By now I was on a roll and relaxed and tiotally enjoying myself as I prattled along with Ivy saying almost nothing. Now she knew a lot about me and I knew nothing about her. Why was she here? was it just for the money or did she like the luxurious life a woman of the night enjoyed in such a high class place, dealing with men of considerable means

She intrigued me and I wanted her more and more.

 

[etamitni2]

Joey Shanowski

I suggested a strawberry daiquiri for Kalli and served it up. Solange came over and began chatting with Kalli, encouraging her with compliments. I wanted to toss a few compliments her way myself, but I knew my place. I wasn't to distract the ladies from their appointed duties by drawing any attention to myself. Instead I winked at Solange - my sign of agreement with what she said.

Solange asked for some brandy and I hopped to it. Damn! She still mesmerised me with her presence. The memory of our first meeting on the dock would have been enough to last a lifetime, but every day I saw her I melted all over again. What a woman! She owned me body and soul and she knew it, but always treated me with great respect. Not many ladies around like her.

Gerald stopped by for his usual ginger ale, which I quickly presented to him. I thanked my lucky stars I was able to be here with people who had become good friends instead of processing the catch of the day from whatever boat happened to be in port.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Competition???

I sat there quietly listening to the gentleman before me. He seemed interesting, but the night was young and I was not one to hurry things along. I smiled back at him and as he spoke I sipped my wine, and occasionally glanced about the room.

When Kallisti, Kalli came in I was surprised at the outfit she wore, she was inexperienced, but what she wore was something that no blushing first time whore would wear. I began to wonder if she knew what was expected of her in this particular establishment, sure, she thought she knew all the stories, but did she?

Did Kalli know that there were men that would use her like last week’s garbage and care nothing about her feelings? Did she have a clue that there was a place inside you that was never innocent again? Did the little one think that spreading your legs for a stranger was simple . . .or that when he called you names, and humiliated you there was nothing you could say back to him? I knew. I knew every vile word that was spewed at me, I could do nothing about, but what these men didn’t know was that I didn’t care.

I focused on Frank and allowed all the personal information he gave me to be stored away. How nice of him to be so open to a stranger. How silly. When I meant details, I meant business, why was he in town, though knowing he was rich was wonderful, knowing that meant he was important. Important meant he could be used at a later date perhaps.

When he mentioned his wife knowing about his affairs, I was a bit surprised, but I realized that just because the wife knew doesn’t mean that the community he lived in knew. I smiled wickedly as thoughts ran through my head, at how quickly my own private side business ran so smoothly.

I wondered how long Frank would be staying with us. I stood up and extended my hand to him. “The evening is young, perhaps we’ll engage in more conversations later.” He took my hand, kissed it, held it longer then necessary, but I eventually broke the connection. “I hope you enjoy the evening.”

I walked toward the bar and asked Joey for another glass of wine. I looked back at my potential client and then to Kallie. I had not turned the man down, but I also had not staked a claim on him. “The waters are free to roam you know,” I told her. “Sell yourself, my dear. . . if you think you can.”

The gauntlet had been tossed and I waited to see if the young thing had the makings of a whore or not.

 

[catlover]

Frank

I was surprised when Ivy broke off the conversation and got up from the table. But she hadnt saidf "no", she just said "perhaps later", asnd then she walked over to a very young coworker who looked very nervous and scared.

They looked at me and I at them. I was in no hurry. I had intended to stay all night buntil they closed and threw me out, and if I liked it I would be back tomorrow.

I already liked it. Unless som ething very unpleasant happenned I would be back tomorrow before I left to return home on the train (no planes in 1930 you know)

Hearing Ivy tell the young girl to sell herself, she stepped over to the table and said "Hi. welcome to Madame Delainie's"

I invited her to sit down, andf she did so without saying anything, so I carried on the conversation, telling her I was Frank and I thought she was very pretty.

After a few minutes I asked her if she was available, and awaited her response, although I liked Ivy a lot more and would have preferred her, but my hard cock just wouldnt wait any longer

 

[etamitni2]

Joey. Shanowski

Ivy challenged Kalli to prove herself. It was as plain and simple as that. Kalli walked over to the guy Ivy just left and introduced herself. I felt a pang of jealousy. "Where the fuck did that come from?" I mumbled to myself.

I gave Ivy another glass of wine. The guy was chatting with Kalli and I was not liking it. I looked the other way. I had to get rid of these emotions. My job depended on it. It was her innocence and frailty that attracted me to her. Everything about her said "Please protect me", but I knew that was in MY mind, not necessarily in hers. After all she was sitting there with a customer doing her best to get fucked and get paid for it.

Solange had told me when I first came here that if I found it difficult to keep my mind off the girls and on my job I should come to her with it and she would take care of the situation. I wasn't sure what she meant by that. I suspected she meant I would get canned and she would find another bartender who could handle the situation.

I could feel her eyes on me, though I wasn't looking in her direction. I guess wiping every glass in the house for the third time when they were already spotless appeared odd, but I couldn't help it. I needed to find something to keep me busy. I needed to get out of there for a minute and pull myself together.

I turned to face Solange. "Madame, I'm feeling a little ill. I think I need a breath of fresh air if it's ok with you."

 

[poohlive]

He was never too far away. Either at a table or looming in the background. Shadows seemed to pass over him like some calm lake. They concealed his presence, made it hard to remember he was even there.

Henry only made himself known when he wanted to, or more importantly, when the Madame wanted him too. She had hired him for that very reason, to be sure and make his presence known.

And, he was never too far away from her as well. The other side of a room maybe, but not much else. His eyes always calm, serena, always checking on her, touching back to her soft curves, and supple features. Each time they just played on her skin to make sure she was ok, and then turned back to his work.

A sentinel, one always on duty, checking to be sure everything went right.

He liked that word. Sentinel. It was a good word.

He sipped at his scotch and soda, scanning the room. It was not lively tonight. How sad for the Madame.

 

[KallistiHam]

Kalli's Gambit


Kalli was enjoying her conversation with Joey. He was handsome in a blue collar sort of way. She could tell by his hands that he was used to hard work. His skin was just starting to turn that special sort of toughness that one gets when one's life is spent at sea. She wondered if he would ever settle down with a whore. The thought of those hands and arms holding her penetrated her thoughts...

She had to shake them away. She wasn't here for the staff, she was here for the customers. She was about to ask him about his life at sea when Ivy came over and threw down the challenge about "selling herself". She smiled and grabbed her delicious frozen drink and tried to walk as seductively over to the customer Ivy had been talking to...

Her mind reeled back to her older sister Karina who while was her preacher stepdad's favorite, was a slut. She had explained to her that men liked it when women were quiet and let them talk about themselves. The special little caresses that would drive a man mad...

She sat down across from the stranger and introduced herself. She was intimidated by Ivy, she thought the other woman was more attractive physically as well as an experienced seductress. However, the catty side of her wanted to compete and steal this caller away from the more experienced girl. She had noticed Joey staring at her breasts so she now tried to lean over, into him, giving him a better view of her cleavage. She also crossed her legs and let her dangling foot gently rub against his leg. She also laid her hand not holding her drink loosely, invitingly for him to take...

She knew she must look like she was trying too hard, but hoped that came across as eagerness or an innocence that he would find endearing. She smiled softly and cocked her head and asked him his name...

 

[catlover]

Frank

Kalli didnt answer me when I asked if she were availabke. what the hell is this? is tto let ladies pass.his a whore house or what?> I have had easier tim es picking upo girls in bars. This was supposed to be a whore house but the girls just wanted to lead me on. Was my money no good?

Or was it my black face here in the deep south where we stepped off the sidewalk to let ladies pass, and we werent supposed to even make eye contact.

I knew she was unsure of herself and was very nervous. Was this her first time?

So I asked again if she wanted to make any money or did she just want to tease me.

 

[LatinLady]

I watched as Ivy presented a challenge to Kalli. Kalli took the challenge and headed over to the man at the table.

"Ivy, you are such a bad girl sometimes. You know Kalli is new, and toying with that man ... " I sighed and turned to face the room with my elbows on the bar.

Joey asked to be excused for a moment, I knew he was upset by the way Ivy was toying with Kalli. That's the reason I like Joey so much, he has a good heart.

"Go ahead Joey, just don't be too long ok?" As he walked out from behind the bar I grabbed his arm pulling him in close, "Don't worry about Kalli sugar, she will be ok." I let him go but not before giving him a kiss on the cheek to reassure him everything would be ok.

Across the room, almost like a fixture attached to the wall was Henry. He has been with me forever and I know there is an attraction there, but we've never acted on it. I wonder why ...

"Ivy darling, why don't you stay within ear shot of Kalli, make sure she is ok until someone else gets here. This gentleman is new, and may not understand that the girls here choose who they want not the other way around"

Without waiting for an answer, I sauntered over to Henry, smiling. "It's off to a slow start tonight Henry but I am sure things will pick up here shortly." I stood next to him, facing the same way he was looking, towards Kalli and leaned my head against his massive frame, "Oh Henry, this place is everything I have ..."

 

[poohlive]

"And it's a good place," His body did not look like it could bend. When he stood like this, it was almost as if he were a statue of perfect obsidian, and to move him would take ten good men. But, his grip was surprisingly light and his skin was that of a lovers.

And that is what he did when Madame leaned against him. He let one arm slip around her, holding her, keeping her safe. She had so much of a business to run, duties and responsibilites. He had seen it take its toll on her many times over. But, he saw she loved it too. Each time she walked into this place, he watched her smile.

"The girls are having fun tonight, I see."

 

[jon_rico]

Marco Cassano

OOC:
Marco Cassano
Black short Hair
Green eyes
6'1 "
195 lbs
Age 24

IC:

I am not a local to the town but I heard of this place from one of my good buddies I worked with in Chicago. I walked along and finally found Prytania and 1st. I walked up to the door the gentlemen asked me for the password. I gave it to him. I hoped it was right. He opened the door and let me in.
The smell of bread from the kitchen kind of crept up on you. The entry room was lavishly decorated. I looked around and saw the place had just opened.


Immediately I decide to hit the bar and make a left.I walked down the small hallway into the bar area.Before I fully entered the room I scanned the area and then make my way up to the bar. I could feel the eyes on me as I walked into this place. Everytime I met eyes with one of the ladies I smiled and tipped my hat.


I walk up to the bar and had a seat.

"What will be bub?" he asked.

"Whiskey." replied Marco.

Marco reached into his pocket and carfully pulled out his oversized wad of cash clipped down with his gold money clip. His line of work was dangerous but paid well especially in these times. He gave the Bartender a 10 for the drink and tip and immediately carefully put the money back in his pocket.

The bartender was alittle caught of guard and thanked him. He sat there and sipped his whiskey. Occasionally looking around but waited. He did not want overstep his boundries in a different town. Especially on someone elses turf so he waited.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ivy says hello.

I sip my wine and smirk at Kalli's seduction of the man at the table. He was a handsome gentleman and she was a pretty young lady. Her breasts were proudly on display, but she had not yet answered the man's question and so he was beginning to look a bit irritated by that fact. I was about to intervene on their behalf, letting the gentleman know that if Kalli was interested, what more did he want her to do, her breasts were practically out on the table for him.

I stop short though. No, it is Kalli's call. If she needs help Henry is around. . . Henry is always around. She looks in the corners and along the walls, she spots him and her body calms, Henry will help Kalli. I then see that Joey is growing uncomfortable and I shake my head in sorrow. It is hard to like one of us working girls and then watch us take another to our bed, but since no one had become a permanent place in my heart, I was not concerned with the thoughts of men.

The establishments door opened and I glanced at the striking gentleman coming through the door. I cocked my head to one side and studied him. He was an attractive fellow and as I watched him recieve a drink, I wondered what his story was. Was he like Frank? Was he here on business? Looking for a better bed partner then his wife? Just wanted to fuck? I finished my second glass of wine and went over to speak with him.

The music played softly and I knew the light caught every bead and sequin on my dress as well as the glimmering dust that was in my lotion.

“Hello, I do hope your drink is to your liking. My name is Ivy, and you are?“ I smile brightly, my interest is geniune, Kalli is busy and for now I am free to wonder the room, who knows who may walk into Madame's by the time the night is in full swing. I do remember Madame's request to watch out for the young girl and so with one ear out for conflict between the two and one on the newest addition, I patiently plan my evening.

 

[LatinLady]

I let Henry put his arms around me. It felt good to have a strong man holding me that wasn't paying me for my company. Someone I actually wanted holding me.

I watched as a newcomer walked in. He headed for the bar and a drink. I don't usuallly entertain customers, only if it's a regular who requests me. I give it a couple of minutes and see if Ivy will walk over.

"Henry darlin, what would I ever do without you....."