OOC: Madame Delanie's

[LatinLady]

OOC: This is a thread I started a while ago and I would love to do it again.

I need the following Positions Filled:

Madame Delanie (Played by me)
Door Man (Being played by bereal71jupiter)
Bartender (being played by MilkManDan007)
Bouncer/Personal Bodyguard for Madame Delanie (being played by TheScarletBlade)
Working Ladies: (Would like 4 ...have 1 so far)
SugarDeSpice


Please PM me for an invite

As soon as I have players in place, I will open a new thread and everyone will be welcome as patrons.





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.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Working Lady =)

JeanneAnise Dellacourtie
Long, thick red hair
Green catish eyes
Olive complexion
Supple body at 5 ft 10 in and 140 lbs
36d 32 34

Born in the Bayou, but raised in New Orleans. The daughter of a very prominent and rich man and his maid. Grew up cleaning house and tending to her own sisters, who treated her like dirt, especially once they knew who she was. Her mother allowed herself to be treated like scum by her employer and lover, and never did anything to protect her daughter from the pain and humilation that was dished out at her everyday.

At the age of 18 she left, not able to live in that house one more day. She found herself at Madame Delanie's. First she worked downstairs, simply enteraining the gentleman in the parlor, but eventually she was given a room and began 'entertaining' the gentlemen upstairs. She's been with Madame for about two years now.

She normally handles the men who simply appreciate a passionate woman who ignites their flames. She's never been comfortable with certain aspects of the bedroom that many of the other ladies enjoyeds. Such as the penetration of their rears and being tied down. She especially had a hard time being submissive, considering her past.

 

[LatinLady]

Welcome Sugar!!

 

[LatinLady]

*bump*

 

[MilkManDan007]

Joshua Bujeau

Joshua Bujeau stood behind the mahogany topped bar and continued to survey the interior of the house with his deep jade colored eyes while wiping the unnoticeable specks of dirt from a hurricane glass.

He had come to the city four years ago to experience something new, to experience the hustle and bustle that could not be found in the Bayous of Jefferson Parish south of New Orleans. It was less than two months later when he had met Madame Delanie. She had been shopping for groceries at the local market and had one of her bags, mostly filled with oranges and nectarines, burst and spill across the street just outside of the shop. Joshua, who had been raised to treat women well, stopped to help her gather the fruit while the crowd around them ignored the both of them. She had noticed his silvered hair, combed back sharply from his forehead, first. The silvered hair, much differed from the black hair of his mother, father, and two sisters, was an oddity that the 28 year old had been forced to deal with his entire life. His kindness and unique look had prompted her to invite him to her home, and subsequently offer him his current position as a bartender.

Joshua stood taller than most of the house's customers at six foot seven, and often had to slightly stoop when passing through the doorways to keep his silvered hair from scraping the doorframes. His slightly thinned frame and towering height gave him an overly lean appearance, but years of working with his father and uncles on the family fishing trawler in the Gulf of Mexico had hardened and toned the muscles on his body.

Joshua had become used to the hustle and bustle of the speakeasy, and the activities that went on in the upstairs rooms and the downstairs galleries, but had yet to discover what was behind the thick, and always locked, oaken door in the rear of the house. He was dressed in his usual dressy evening attire for tending his bar, a simple pair of blue slacks and a matching dark blue double-breasted suit coat, dark and tanned shoes, and a plain white collared shirt,. The customers always seemed to tip more knowing that they were getting service with some class, even if was laced with a thick bayou accent. A few occasions had arisen during his time here where Joshua felt the need to reach for the .44 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver he kept dutifully holstered against his shoulder under his jacket. He had never had to draw it on another man, thankfully because Madame Delanie did a good job of keeping out most of the common street riffraff that could be found on Bourbon Street.

The small clock on the wall opposite the bar clicked over to 7 p.m. Madame Delanie would likely be coming down the stairs soon, dressed in a revealing gown as always, and open the house for visitors. Joshua replaced the hurricane glass on the polished wooden shelf behind him and began to inventory the stock of liquors tucked beneath the bar and on the shelves below the glasses.

 

[LatinLady]

Welcome !!

As soon as we get a couple more ladies .. we can open up the thread.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Serphin Donigartan

Serphin Donigartan,when the name is spoke on the streets,it is a regarded as an urban legend.There are some claims that there is a renegade military mass murderer on the loose,other stories claim he is a bar brawler known from his legendary fighting prowess and strength and others even claim he wanders the streets and beats random people.One rumor that is consistant is that hes also known as the Achillies of the Modern World.It was said that no weapon could harm him(which is not true) and that he refused to use weapons in his fights.

In truth Serphin Donigartan is a bouncer at a night club that doesn't reveal his name to any one around him but his accociates,people he trusts that won't reveal the truth about him.Some people say he keeps his identy unknown becuase he started some shit with the gangs of the town,others say he simply does not exist.Serphin stands mybe 6'4 to 6'5ish,yet the way the bouncer carries himself,his height seems to be double that.

"Another party,Another long night" Seriphan told himself as he leaned against the wall in a far back corner of the nightclub owned by his employer Delanie.All sorts of lights and events were going on with annoying music(only becuase he had heard it all before a couple of times) Seriphan had a low pitched voice,expected from someone as big as him(sterotypically),his deep blue eyes ever vigilant and watching the room.Muscular would not be the word to fight Seriphan,but more insanely ripped,muscles rippling down his entire body as strong as steel and as hard as rock.

Serphin was not a completely violent person yet the bouncer loved the thrill of combat and having a little fun from time to time.That was what had got the bouncer there in the first place.After completeling college(Serphin turns out to be pretty intellectual) the man went into the armed forces and became a infantry sargent first class,a real grade A killer.His being removed from the military has all been a little shady but when asked Serphin said it was an accident.After being removed from the military,Serphin had no where to go and was given a job by Madame Delaine and he has been working as a bouncer ever since though not peacefully and not without getting in trouble.

One Night Ago
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It had been a long day and Serphin was still stuck,watching the the room.It was somewhere around Midnight,usually when it gets busy and people all sorts start showing up,even people of the sort that shouldnt be hanging around.Serphin had been watching one guy for a while,he would be considered a pretty guy to most women yet the man had wooed some poor girl over to him.Not really caring becuase things like that happened all the time,what the bouncer did not like was the disrespect abuse the man showed.

Finally figuring he had enough of hoping the man stopped,the bouncer indiscretly advanced across the room,past people dancing and over to the table."I am going to have to ask you to stop that" Serphin said casually yet the way his shadow blocked ou the light and was casted completely over the man,it seemed intimidating.As the man refused Serphin lifted him up to his feet "leave her alone" He said threatening as the woman scampered off into the indistinct crowd.

Turning his back to the man,the bouncer started away when a hand landed on his large broad shoulder.Stopping in his tracks,the bouncer replied "what hosipital you going to be,so I can sign our cast" The man looked at him and smirked "Think your so tough huh?" with that a switch blade came flicking out of his pocket,razor like tip comming towards Serphin.Whipping around quickly and batting the weapon away,the bouncer grabbed the man's fore arm in a vice like grip and planted his feet.Bending a shoulder and pulling up,the bouncer used the force and his body to bring the man down and around,slamming him right into a table,it shattering into peices under the force.

The music came to a dead halt and people all around turned and looked.Stomping on the man's chest and turning the mans arm to the wrist was bent a way it wasnt supposed to be and the arm was pulled back,the man screamed in protest,half begging half yelling in pain.Using a last resort to try and squirm out,the man ended up spinning,figuring it would free him...it only freed him of the use of an arm for a while.With a bone curdling crack with accompained by a scream came from the man.Lifting the man up by his broken arm,the bouncer had politely escorted the man to the door.

Present time
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Serphin didnt get away from that one without getting a good yelling.The bouncer now leaned back against the wall,hoping that there wouldnt be another fight,that way he didnt have to hurt anyone else,not that the bouncer didnt smirk in statisfaction as he beat that poor fool around.

 

[LatinLady]

Welcome !

*Bump*

Still need a female or 2 !