OOC - Madame Delanie's

[LatinLady]

OOC - Madame Delanie's Speakeasy and Brothel

OOC: This is a thread I started a while ago and I would love to do it again. Lets see how long we can keep this one going!

I need the following Positions Filled:

Madame Delanie (Played by me)
Door Man -------- To be played by garajd
Bartender ------- To be played by etamitni2
Bouncer/Personal Bodyguard for Madame Delanie ----------- to be played by poohliveWorking Ladies: (Would like 4 )
RedHairedandFriendly - Welcome!!
KallistiHam - Welcome!



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.

 

[garajd]

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[garajd]

Gerald - the Doorman

OOC: Gerald the Doorman
Older (early 60's), white gentleman . . . long-time friend of Madame Delanie
her family . . . promised her "father" to look after her. Looks upon
the "Madame" as his daughter too . . . would never consider going beyond
that relationship.

IC:

Ah, yes, another Friday evening . . . that means another "party" . . . another long evening . . . took a little nap this afternoon so that I will be sharp and able to keep a watchful eye over Madame and here ladies this evening . . . also need to be particularly careful as our guests come this evening . . .

Stepping from my room into the hallway at the same time as Madame . . . yes, I do look at her as my daughter, but still can't help but notice how attractive she is and how stunning she looks in red . . . smiling to her, "Good evening, Madame. You look positively spectacular . . . I'm sure we will have a very successful evening."

Bowing slightly toward you, I walk down to the parlor, thru the bar, greeting the bartender . . . then onto the parlor to make sure it is properly arranged and prepared for the evening.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Ida (Ivy) May Legrand

OOC:
Ida (Ivy) May Legrand
Blonde Hair
Hazel eyes
5'8"
Age 20


IC:

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.

 

[etamitni2]

Joe 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 walking down the stairs. Holy shit! Solange was sexy and definitely had my loyalty, but this little blond had something more of me, just what, I wasn't sure yet.

 

[KallistiHam]

Kalli the Runaway

Name: Kallisti Hampton
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Hair: Shoulder-length, straight, brunette.
Eye Color: Green with glasses.
Breast Size: 36C.

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 her (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 seducing the bartender. 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 possibly have to speak to Ivy but also 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]

Joe Shanowski

Ivy saw me eyeing her and smiled. I quickly averted my gaze, like a school boy caught bending over his desk to look up a girl's dress in class. "Damn" I cursed myself. "Be a man you fuckin' idiot. Why do you let women intimidate you so much?"

I could hear Ivy giggle. "Oh fuck! I bet she's getting a real kick out of me." I busied myself pretending to prepare the bar for the evening even though there was nothing left to prepare. I could see her out of the corner of my eye approaching and dreaded having to acknowledge her presence so soon after embarassing myself, but there was no doubt in my mind she was headed my way to say something to me.

"Hi Joey" she hummed. "Do you like what you see baby?"

"She's fucking with me" I thought..."really enjoying this. What the hell...time to face the music and make the best of it."

I looked up into her dreamy eyes as she leaned on the bar and pursed her lips. My heart skipped a beat, but I managed to sound calm and collected. "Hey Ivy."

"Is that all you have to say to me Joey? Don't you want to comment on how I look tonight?" I couldn't tell if she was toying with me or was really interested in my opinion of her.

"You look great." I said, looking down and quickly rewiping some glasses that were already spotless.

"Oh, come oh Joey. Tell me the truth. Isn't there a little bulge forming in the front of your pants right now?" I jerked my head up to look at her again. She smiled, knowing she had struck a nerve and was right-on about her assumption.

I was really glad to see the new girl walk up to the bar. It gave me a chance to break off the demoralizing exchange between me and Ivy. She was cute, even sexy. There was no mistaking the innocence in her eyes though. Some of the men would eat that up tonight.

She batted her eyes at me in a please-help-me kind of way. "What can I do for you good-lookin?" I said, hoping my feigned appreciation for her would divert Ivy's assault on me. Although, the more I looked at her, the more it was easy to give compliments.

Ivy recognized my ploy to direct attention to the new girl to escape her attention. "Geez, Joey. Do I bother you that much?" She laughed out loud at my discomfort. "Ok, I'll cut you some slack honey." She lifted her elbow off the bar, straightened up and headed toward the center of the room. "See ya later Joey." she sang as she drifted away.

I glanced nervously at Ivy one last time, then turned my attention to the other beauty in front of me. My cock was pulsing with interest and I wondered if there was anything with two legs in the house that couldn't drive me to distraction. If I had any doubts about how horny a bastard I was they were erased the first evening I came to work here.

Most of the time the bar was the only thing preventing everyone in the room from seeing the effects of the raging hard-on creating a tent in the front of my pants all night long. I thought of the doorman and breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't arouse me. Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I heard a voice "Aren't you curious what it would be like to be with another man, Joey?"

I was removed from my absent-minded thoughts when I heard "Uh excuse me, sir. Could I have something to drink? Something to calm the nerves?"

I shook my head and focused my attention on the sexy little thing standing in front of me. "Sorry, sweetheart. Guess I was daydreaming there."

Solange had been lenient with the drinking age requirement for her girls in the past, but I didn't want to assume anything. I looked at her across the room and raised a shot glass. She saw me and I glanced at the new girl. Solange nodded approval and I asked. "Ok, what'll it be? What's your name anyway? I can't just call you the new girl all night?" I chuckled and she giggled with me.

"I'm Kalli and a rum and coke would be perfect sir." She smiled at me.

I poured the drink. "Well, here you go Kalli. Hope this will put you at ease to start the evening. If you need another one or two later on I'm sure Madam will endulge you if you're clicking with the clients. And please, drop the sir shit. Joe or Joey is fine." I returned her smile.

 

[KallistiHam]

I blushed at Joey's open demeanor. He seemed nice enough and I was happy he didn't ask how old I was. I could tell he was looking me over like a piece of meat. As innocent as I was, I still knew that the reason I was here was to be eye candy and more. I took the rum and coke, it was the first thing that came to mind since that was all my stepdad ever drank. It tasted awful, and seemed too masculine somehow. But I didn't want to appear too young and innocent. I was glad Ivy left for a moment, although I was sure she would be right back.

I hoped she didn't think I was trying to steal her man...I never thought of myself as the seductress, only the seductee. Still Joey was warm and friendly in a dock worker sort of way. So I blushed and leaned over the bar to pay attention to him, maybe let him see down my corset...

 

[etamitni2]

Joe Shanowski

Kalli made an attempt to be pleased with the drink. I could tell it wasn't really what she liked. "Kalli Hon...no need to suffer with a bad choice. Madam wants you in the best mood you can be in for your customers."

I mixed a strawberry daiquiri and set it in front of her. "Here, try this. If that doesn't strike your fancy we'll keep trying until we get it right. Liquor is cheap and Madam will care less about us experimenting a little until we find what's right for you."

The view of her breasts as she leaned over the bar was making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was saying, but I managed to finish my sentence without sounding like an idiot.

I hoped Solange would come rescue me from myself. In the past when she noticed I was getting overly involved with the working girls she would step behind the bar and say something to them while making an obvious motion with her hand that she was grabbing my crotch - kind of saying this belongs to me. It comes out to play only when I say so and I'm not saying so right now This was to let both me and the girls know there was business to take care of and playing would have to wait for another time.

Every time she did that I felt a longing for her to REALLY take possesion of me. I had never been involved in a D/s relationship before, but I had read a little about it and wondered if it might be something for me. What fueled my imagination about this even more was the day, several months ago, when I stumbled across a room attached to the basement while I was retreiving some equipment for the bar.

My curiosity always got the better of me. I tried opening the door. It was locked. I checked to make sure nobody was coming down the stairs and peered through the keyhole hoping to see what was behing the door. The room was lit and while I couldn't see much I WAS able to make out a small whip and a strap-on dildo hanging on the wall. It sent shivers down my spine and blood rushing to my cock. Damn I thought to myself What the hell goes on in THERE?! Since then, everytime Solange broke up the chit chat between me and the girls, I couldn't help but wonder if that hand squeezing my cock was the same hand that weilded the whip I saw on the wall and fastened that strap-on in place.

I took the rum and coke from in front of Kalli and poured it in the sink. She tasted the daiquiri. "Well what do you think sweetheart?"

 

[KellyRenee]

The Torch Singer

Whoever said life is Show Business was all glitz and glamour never found themselves standing in the rain in New Orleans with twenty cents in their pocket. Who would have guessed that the G-Men would have raided the Palace so quickly and shut the place down, especially in the middle of my performance..THE NERVE!

Word had it that a small place Uptown was looking for girls. I wasn't naive. I knew exactly what that meant, but who was I to refuse? A girl has to eat and there wasn't much chance of a Broadway show dropping in the middle of town. With any hope the Madame of the club would have pity on a drowned rat.

 

[KallistiHam]

I took a sip of the red drink:

"Ummm...delicious! Thank you, Joey!" I leaned away from the bar, taking my cleavage with me. I sat down on a barstool and crossed my legs in a way that I hoped was sexy. Joey was nice, and I think he found me attractive. However, while I may be young and naive I'm not stupid. I think he has a girlfriend or something, he seemed interested but only to a point. Perhaps he just didn't want a whore as girlfriend. Wow! I thought as I took another sip of the drink, did I just think of myself as a whore? I mean I wasn't...yet. But I had signed on to be one. That prospect produced emotions of excitment, anticipation, reluctance and guilt all in one package. But times were tough and in this day and age it was especially hard for a girl to find a job.

Furthermore, she didn't have anywhere else to go. The daughter of a fundamentalist preacher did not attract many guys in a town so small there were few prospects to begin with. Then the horrible night when he heard a noise in her bedroom and went to investigate. He had been so angry when he caught her, and it didn't matter to him that she was asleep. Masturbation was a sin, even if happened as a result of a dream. She was lusting in her head, he said. "But Father," she pleaded "I'm still a virgin!" It was no use he was THE religious authority in town, and he had condemned her as a slut if not in body then in heart, mind or both. There was no distinction. The next morning he gave her thirty minutes to pack, drove her to the bus station and left her there with a five dollar bill. She shook these thoughts out of her head. The Madame had picked her up off the streets where her viginity would have been taken for sure. Here she had food, shelter and would get something out of her body. Besides, if she had been condemned as slut and whore she might as well get as much out of it as she could.

Again she took a drink and succeeded in shaking these thoughts out of her head. Tonight, she would actually submit herself to a man. She would be taught how to please, and in so doing satisfy her need to please others. She would live out her dreams...and this brought a girlish/devilish grin to her face.

 

[LatinLady]

Very nice posts However, Just a reminder this is only the OOC thread for Madame Delanie's .. for communication and recruitment purposes only.

As soon as we have a full cast of characters, I will open the actual thread.

If you would like, when I start the actual thread, you can copy those entries over and continue with them.

 

[LatinLady]

Looks like almost everyone is in place, I only need 1 or 2 more working girls .... Anyone know anyone?

 

[poohlive]

Bouncer, personal bodyguard.

Henry James.
32.
6'4" massive frame, muscular.
black, dark skin and a shaved head.
He has calm brown eyes.

Nice, friendly, soft spoken, and very good at his job. He stops trouble before it starts, and makes sure nothing happens to the Madame.

looking forward to this starting, officially.

 

[etamitni2]

cmon girls join in so we can start!

My Lady,

Sorry if I got carried away with the story. It's great fun. I think what is here will be good to copy and paste into the real story, if everybody else does.

Mike

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Okay. . this is just for recruiting purposes only right. . .


Because. . .I seem to have gone from my post of fluffing pillows. . . to seducing a bartender. .. to having a full blown conversation. .. ????????

I am reigning in my redheaded temper until explanations are given.

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES would IVY have talked liked that. . .

Gritting teeth and taking calming breaths. . .

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

My Lady,

Sorry if I got carried away with the story. It's great fun. I think what is here will be good to copy and paste into the real story, if everybody else does.

Mike

No this will not work for me.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Very nice posts However, Just a reminder this is only the OOC thread for Madame Delanie's .. for communication and recruitment purposes only.

As soon as we have a full cast of characters, I will open the actual thread.

If you would like, when I start the actual thread, you can copy those entries over and continue with them.

Sorry Latin Lady, but since I have gone from fluffing pillows to coming onto the bartender to talking like a cheap slut, and not the high class call girl, I can't see those posts being worth saving if I'm playing the character I designed.

 

[etamitni2]

I'm fine with restarting

My apologies RedHairedandFriendly,

I went with something that popped into my imagination. I have no problem with restarting and letting everyone develop their own character.

Love
Mike

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

My apologies RedHairedandFriendly,

I went with something that popped into my imagination. I have no problem with restarting and letting everyone develop their own character.

Love
Mike

Thank you.
~ Red.

 

[LatinLady]

Sorry about that Red ..

Just a friendly reminder to everyone... play only your own character and allow the other person the courtesy of choosing how they respond.

Bt the way .. Bumpitty Bump ... need 1 or 2 more working girls and then we are open for business !!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Sorry about that Red ..

Just a friendly reminder to everyone... play only your own character and allow the other person the courtesy of choosing how they respond.

Bt the way .. Bumpitty Bump ... need 1 or 2 more working girls and then we are open for business !!

It is okay.

Working girls could be NPC's for a bit of time. Or perhaps you could PM blackopal. . . she is on Harem and it is moving slow. Heck, my idea. . . I'll PM her.

 

[LatinLady]

You know what, that's not a bad idea, we will start with what we have and I will play the other working ladies until someone decides to step in ...

the IC thread will go up in a few

 

[etamitni2]

You know what, that's not a bad idea, we will start with what we have and I will play the other working ladies until someone decides to step in ...

the IC thread will go up in a few

Cool, can't wait

 

[garajd]

Still here . . . ready to go too . . .