The Blood Red Moon Saloon (OPEN)

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The year is 1930. The setting is Chicago, IL. It is during the prohibition era. Amidst the hustle and bustle of a busy city there is a crime wave running rampant, threatening to choke all peace and humanity out of the urban area. Though alcohol sales are illegal, the demand and consumption are at an all time high. Law enforcement officials are just as corrupt as the criminals they are supposedly trying to detain. Gang violence is now a part of the everyday life as business wars are fought on the streets and in shops. As a result of this, speakeasies and houses of ill repute have begun to spring up all over the city to satisfy the needs of sinful customers of ever age, race, and gender. Not only do these places provide entertainment in the form of booze, singing, nude performances, and sexual services; they also have provided hundreds of good paying jobs to both men and women. The most popular of any sinful night club in the whole city is the Blood Red Moon Saloon…

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The Blood Red Moon Saloon is a new joint that just opened a few months ago. But the place has already created quite a buzz. The club is owned and managed by a Mr. Clive Baxter. He is a former right hand man to one Alphonse Capone (That’s Al Capone to you). There are tons of horrendous rumors about Mr. Baxter circulating throughout the city. Some of which are true, and some of which are not. But there was absolutely no denying that he had opened the most accommodating, most luxurious, and most popular tavern in the entire Chicagoland area. Gangsters, cops, city officials, the rich, and the poor could all be found within the walls of the Blood Red Moon Saloon every single night of the week. The cold beer and liquor were sold at the most reasonable prices and the women were beautiful and willing.

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The speakeasy was a large brick building on the south side of Chicago, a few blocks west of Comiskey Park. It was three stories tall and had only a few windows on the upper floors. A painting of a giant, red moon covered the front of the building with large black oak doors centered on the bottom floor. A small flight of stairs led down a few feet before opening up to a huge auditorium-like room. At the front of the room was a large stage, elevated several feet above the floor. A huge red curtain hung across the background of the stage. This is where men could perform comedy and women could sing and perform. At the back of the auditorium was a long, well stocked bar to provide customers with several alcoholic beverage options. Tables, chairs, and booths were spread out all across the main floor in between the bar and the main stage. The room was dimly light for the most part, other than the stage which was lit by spotlight.

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The second floor, which could be reached by a large wooden staircase in the north east corner of the building, acted much like a hotel. There were several hallways and dozens of bedrooms which provided some privacy and fairly decent comforts for the exchange of money for sexual favors between customers and their selected girls. The third floor was primarily used for storage, but this is also where Mr. Baxter kept his office. Here he interviewed girls for jobs and interrogated men who had caused any disturbances in his place of business. His office had several comforts, including more booze, a bed, a fireplace, cigars, cigarettes, books, dirty magazines, and a vast selection of weaponry. Clive’s favorite, of course, was the Thompson submachine gun (More commonly known as the Tommy Gun or Chicago Piano).

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Sex and violence are part of the everyday routine here at the Blood Red Moon Saloon. But every day business is carried out and new stories are created. There are so many people to meet; some to be loved and some to be feared. Come on inside and enjoy yourself…

 

[Slugger31]

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Name: Clive Edward Baxter
Sex: Male
Occupation: Owner and manager of Blood Red Moon Saloon; former gangster under Al Capone
Age: 31
Appearance: Tall, lean, and muscular. Green Eyes, black hair, calm expression on his face. Some consider him to be in pristine condition considering his past line of work.
Weapons: Tommy Gun, switchblade

Clive was born in raised in Chicago. He grew up on the south side of the city and had spent a lot of his time on the streets with other kids his age. He learned how to fight and how to steal before most kids his age had learned their basic math skills. He’d grown up with a single mother who provided for both of them by being a prostitute. This was a sensitive subject for Clive and he had a lot of negative memories attached to this. By his mid to late teens Clive was caught up in the life of being an assistant and informant to criminals. This was how he met Alphonse Capone.

By the time he was 20 he was already a wanted gangster and one of Al Capone’s most trusted associates. He’d killed dozens of people, including a few cops and was enjoying wealth that most others his age would never know. Unfortunately his mother died around this time from a sexually transmitted disease and Clive took the loss pretty hard. He struggled with his purpose in life throughout his twenties and by the time he was 30 he wanted out of a life of crime. Because Capone trusted him and because he was doing so well, he allowed Clive to leave the business of murder and pushing booze. Though it was impossible to leave that kind of lifestyle behind entirely.

Clive’s wealth provided him the opportunity to start his own business. He bought a large building on the south side and opened up his own bar and whore house known as the Blood Red Moon Saloon. He managed the business and had several tough friends that assisted him in running the place. He was in goods with cops, politicians, and gangsters. This allowed him to get away with what he was doing. He believed he was providing a service to the community, and he seemed to be much appreciated. Business was doing well. He tried to keep the drama to a minimum and he was always quick to help put an end to any situations that got out of hand within the walls of his speakeasy.

*******

Clive saw that it was right around 8:15 pm when he pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it. He brought his feet up onto the surface of his large, oak desk and leaned back in his chair, relaxing a bit and looking out the window down to the street below. He could see a line of people filing into his building and he could hear the music playing downstairs. The night was just getting started, but it seemed perfect so far. He couldn’t help but smile, pleased with himself and the success he was having with this new bar. He reached into the pocket of his grey vest and pulled out a large cigar, placing in between his lips and lighting it up with a match. He took a long drag, causing the end of the cigar to burn a bright orange color, before slowly exhaling a large cloud of smoke. “Looks like it’s going to be another busy night,” he said to himself. “More people, more money, more drinking, more fucking… It’s the kind of night every man wishes he could have.”

 

[sexy_curves]

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Blonde hair
fair skin
blue-green eyes
5'6

Eleanor Smith, Ellie as many knew her, was the product of a broken home. Her mother died during childbirth and her father resented her for it. He sent her to live with various family members around the country until she finally settled in with her mother's older sister, Catherine, in Chicago.

She became a part of the family for Catherine and her husband Ronald who were unable to have children. Ellie was 17 when Catherine and her husband passed away within a short time of one another, and while she was left with what they had, it was not enough to get by for too long. She sold the large house and moved to a small apartment in the city to find work. She had little knowledge about sewing or any other trait and struggled to find a job until a neighbor suggested she try the Blood Red Moon Saloon.

She went in early one evening and spoke to the man behind the bar who pointed to another man walking around the ground floor of the establishment, The owner, Mr. Baxter. She spoke to him about her interest in a job and she was luckily enough, given a chance to be a waitress at the bar, where she had been working about 18 months now.

The money she was making was nothing to sneeze at, however it was just getting her by. She wanted more, and she knew there were other jobs at the Saloon that would afford her a greater financial freedom. Before the Saloon opened for the night, she walked to the third floor of the building and knocked on the door to Mr. Baxter's office, hoping to talk to him about other potential jobs.

 

[Slugger31]

Clive was beginning to settle in for the evening, enjoying his cigar and listening to the chatter and laughter coming from people on the street below. Suddenly there was a knock at his door and he brought his feet down and off his desk. He turned towards his door, seeing the petite shadow from whoever was standing on the opposite side of the frosted glass. It was obviously a female, though he didn’t know who. He took his cigar out of his mouth and flicked away the ashes. “Come on in,” he called out to her. “The door is unlocked.” He thought about that for a moment, realizing that leaving his door unlocked was probably unwise. He was still a controversial and hated character in the city, and there were likely still a few people who would’ve wanted to kill him.

The door knob turned and the door opened. Slowly Eleanor Smith poked her head in for a second to look at him before stepping into his office fully. She closed the door behind her and turned to face him. She was, and always had been, such a nervous little thing. She was adorable and elegant. Clive had always been happy to have her as a part of his staff. “Ellie!” he said to her excitedly. “How are you dear?” He rose to his feet and placed his cigar down in the ash tray on his desk. He moved across the room towards her and smiled. “Here…let me take your coat…” With that he stood behind her and gently placed his hands on the top of her coat, helping her to pull it off her arms and body.

He hung her jacket on the coat rack in the corner of the room and then placed a hand on her lower back, still smiling at her as he guided her over to his desk. “Please…have a seat, sweetie.” He pulled a chair back in front of his desk and allowed her to sit down. “Now…what can I do for you, Ellie? Is everything okay?” Clive moved back behind his desk and took a seat, his chair squeaking just slightly as he leaned back and smiled at her.

 

[sexy_curves]

Ellie peaked her head in before fully walking into to office, when Mr. Baxter said it was open. She stepped in, closing the door behind her, smelling the rich scent of his expensive cigar in the air. She smiled softly when he walked over to her and helped her with her coat. "I've been well, thank you" she answered him as he hung up her coat on the coat rack near the door. She ran her hands down her ivory dress, smoothing away the wrinkles and walked with him when he placed his hand on the small of her back. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and sat down on the chair he pulled out for her.

She licked her red, painted lips and inhaled slowly. "Everything is wonderful Mr. Baxter, I was just hoping to talk to you for a minute. I was wondering if there were any other job openings I might be considered for, money has been tight lately and I love my job, I really do, but I know some of the other jobs here offer women more in nightly earnings," she explained, looking over the ornate desk at him.

 

[Slugger31]

As Clive sat back down in his seat he inspected the details on Ellie’s face, almost trying to read her thoughts and figure out the exact reasoning behind her being in his office. She took a deep breath before telling him that everything was going fine. She was there simply because she wanted to find a job in this establishment that paid a little bit more than what she was getting as a waitress. Clive looked at her, tilting his head just slightly. He was confused and a bit concerned by this news. He was silent for a moment as he processed this information. Eventually he leaned forward and picked his cigar back up from out of the ash tray. He brought it back to his lips and took a quick drag before exhaling the smoke upwards to the ceiling.

“Ellie…” he started. “How long have you been here now? About a year and a half? Is that about right?” He could see the look of fear and anxiousness on her face as he spoke. He wasn’t trying to be intimidating; he’d always seemed to have this affect on people and especially women. “I’ll be honest… In all that time, Ellie, you’ve come off a bit….I won’t say naïve…but…innocent.” He looked back at her finally, making eye contact as he puffed on his cigar again. “You’re a sweet girl, Ellie. So forgive me if what I’m about to ask sounds condescending. That’s now how I mean it. But… you DO understand that the other girls here get paid more because their job is completely different, don’t you? It involves…getting their hands dirty so to speak. Now is this really something that interests you?”

 

[sexy_curves]

Ellie sat nervously in her seat, her hands smoothing her dress against her legs. She looked up when he said her name and nodded in response to his question. She took a shaky breath, trying not to display how nervous she was.

He looked into her eyes, as he spoke, and she blushed when he called her innocent, and said she was a sweet girl. She knew he was right, and she had very little experience, but financially she knew she had no other option.

She nodded again in response to his question. She licked her lower lip giving her a pause to find her words. "I know, Sir. Some of the other girls live in the same building that I do, and were the ones to suggest I look here for a job when I first got to the City. I don't have much experience, but right now I'm not sure of any other options," she explained, breaking eye contact from him, glancing away.

 

[Slugger31]

Clive could read her like an open book. The way she was acting right now was exactly how she’d been the day she’d first come to him asking for a job. She seemed so sweet and he could also tell that she needed a job, so he gave her the simple waitress gig to get her started. Now it was the same story all over again playing out in his office, only this time the job she was asking for wasn’t so simple. Clive sighed and looked at her as she explained that she’d gotten the idea from several of the other ladies who were already working as call girls and erotic entertainers.

She was so nervous, and though Clive was by no means a softy, he didn’t enjoy seeing a member of the opposite sex in such distress. At least in front of him. “First of all, Ellie...relax. This little meeting here isn’t going to cost you your job. You’ve been a great worker from day one. You show up early every day, you stay late when needed, and you put up with a lot of harassment that you don’t deserve. Hell, for those reasons alone you probably deserve a little higher pay.” He paused for a moment, taking another long drag off his cigar and blowing the smoke away from her so that it didn’t get in her face. “But if you want to make serious money here… I suppose we can use you in such a way that doubles your pay.”

He looked at her, raising his eyebrows a bit as he was now seriously giving this job offer some thought. He placed the cigar back down and scooted his chair forward closer to his desk. He folded his hands across the shiny, flat surface of the wood and looked into her eyes. “Tell me, Ellie… how much experience do you have in…pleasing a man?” His gaze narrowed as he came up with a more specific question. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?” He was completely unaware of what her sexual experience might’ve been. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he found out she was a virgin. That’s how innocent and sweet Ellie seemed.

 

[Destiny]

Name:Jazzelle "Jazzy" Malone
Sex: Female
Occupation: Singer... and what not
Age: 29
Appearance: Tall leggy and Oh did I mention a redhead...Curvy with a voice to make men take a second look...

Jazzy was well known amongst the gangsters of the era, she was a tall leggy redhead that had been singing at a few clubs and joints. She had hit is big in New York and had sang in a few Broadway shows. But being a woman she had fallen for the wrong married man and she had left for Chicago, where life was supposedly beginning to thrive in the theaters and a few of the night clubs ins town. She had heard about the Blood moon saloon and thought it would be a gas to head over there to meet with the owner and see if she could perhaps Sing at the club. Maybe not all the time, but something to keep the vocal chords working until she found a part she fit into.

She had called up a friend and set-up a meeting with the owner and she was due into his office by 5PM the next day. Moving through her apartment she picked out a blue gown that draped along her shoulders and her chest clinging to the right spots as she moved. The low dipped back revealed opalescent skin and nothing else. The skirt of the dress dripped with rhinestones along he thighs and calves and a smart white fox stole rounded out the ensemble, she was dressed to impress and she waited for the meeting with Clive...

"HEY Jazzy, You made it.." the man that had set-up the meeting met her at the door and moved closer to take her arm. " Jazzy the boss ain't able to meet ya right now, but he tole me to come out here and see you myself... He got a hold of Baxter, but he cain't meet ya after all." Jazzy rolled her eyes a bit," She disliked Tommy " the nose" she slipped her arm out from his grip as soon as they walked through the door and commented," "Its OK Tommy I can atleast go in and check the place out, see if I can sing here or not. Some places just have that feel ya know what I mean?" Tommy of course didn't he hadn't clue about anything musical but he merely nodded his head and snapped his fingers to get them into a table.

Jazelle moved along the tables, nodding and smiling to some of the people she had met along the way in her life. She had been the girlfriend of a higher up in the echelons of the gangster world of New York. She wasn't no longer attached, but she still had protection when she needed it.

 

[sexy_curves]

Ellie relaxed slightly when Mr. Baxter told her her job wasn't in any jeopardy because of this discussion. She felt him look at her, and looked up to meet his gaze. She knew he was reading her, that he could tell more than she intended for him to just on her body language, and she also knew there was no way to hide it from him.

"To be honest, Sir, I don't have terribly much experience. I had a serious relationship before I moved to the city and we did almost everything together, but he ended it when the relatives I was staying with passed away. He said he didn't want to be with someone who had no family roots, and we were planning to wait until we were married to finally have sex," she explained, blushing a bit at how blunt she was being with her boss.

She crossed her legs and adjusted her fishnet stockings and her dress slightly. She was optimistic about her possibilities when he didn't right away shut the door on her request.

 

[Slugger31]

Clive could see her relax just a bit when he assured her that he wouldn’t fire her over this talk. This put him at ease as well, and he listened as she explained a bit more of her background and her sexual experiences or a lack thereof. Apparently Ellie had never had sex since she’d been saving herself for marriage. He smiled softly when she blushed. He was actually a little touched by this. Very few women actually saved themselves for a man in this day and age, but Ellie was a sweet romantic at heart; up until now at least. He wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t had sex yet, but it was a little disturbing that she was suddenly willing to give up her virginity through prostitution and the sake of making more money.

He sighed and looked down at his desk for a moment to come up with a plan. She needed the money and there was no doubt a beautiful girl like Ellie would attract a lot of customers. It was a win-win, but he needed to make sure that she really wanted this. “Here’s the deal, Ellie… This place has become the biggest nightly hot spot in all of Chicago. Our clientele expect nothing less than the best. That goes for the bar, to the stage, and to the bedrooms. I’m not going to tell you what to do with your life, Ellie. You’re a smart girl. But a call girl who has never had sex is pretty risky business.”

“So I’ll tell you what… do your regular shift tonight, think it over when you get home and make sure this is something you really think you’re ready for, and when you come in tomorrow night come back up here and tell me if you still really want to do this. I don’t want to give this job to you and then you hate and quit and I end up losing you. Okay?” Clive smiled warmly at her and stood up again, coming around the desk to take her hand and help her up out of her seat. “Let me know if you have any questions or concerns. I try to take care of my girls here…especially the cute ones.” He winked at her and walked her back towards the door, opening it for her and helping her back into her coat. “Have a good night, sweetie.”

 

[Slugger31]

*******

It was the next day now… a Thursday. The bartender had mentioned to him earlier in the day that a famous lounge singer was supposed to be stopping by around 5 pm to discuss working here occasionally (though he didn’t say whom exactly). Clive was a busy man, and he was constantly trying to find ways to attract even more people to his club. A famous singer would certainly help draw a crowd, so when he looked down at his pocket watch and saw that it was now 5:05 pm he panicked a little bit. He hated being late. He was up in his office, and he immediately sprung up out of his chair and began to adjust his tie and vest. He put on his coat and hustled downstairs to the main auditorium/lounge.

He was looking around, though he wasn’t sure exactly who he was supposed to be looking for. Clive was hoping that he hadn’t missed out… And then he saw her. Across the room and near the piano stood a tall, voluptuous redhead in a blue gown. He recognized her immediately. It was Jazzelle Malone (aka Jazzy Malone). Every gangster and every man who’d spent countless evenings in nightclubs across the country knew who she was and how beautiful her singing voice was. Clive’s heart skipped a beat in his chest and he quickly made his way across the room towards her, adjusting his navy blue suit with white pinstripes as he came up behind her.

“Miss Malone…” he said to her simply. When she turned around he smiled warmly at her and continued. “It’s such a pleasure to have you in my bar at this moment. Allow me to introduce myself… I’m Clive Baxter.” He gently took her hand and leaned down to kiss the top of it, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “I pray that you are the beautiful, famous lounge singer that I’m supposed to be meeting with right now. Is this true? I sincerely apologize for being a few minutes late…”

 

[patrick1]

Mack the pianist

View attachment 1084037 Mack lived for three things: piano, piano and piano. He tuned pianos by day, played them by night, dreamt of them as he slept. And yet...

Well, it was probably why sometimes he disappeared for weeks on end and came back bloodshot-eyed and melancholy. His playing lacked - what was it his playing lacked? He pretended the sad songs he sang were by some Negro blues-player down the South side but mostly he wrote them himself...like...

Something is missing
Wish I knew what it was
Something is missing
If I knew, then there'd be a because
But there ain't no reason
not that I can find
Just something is missing
lost in some place I left behind...

So the management (Mr Baxter to you) didn't employ him for shows. But they gave him a retainer to be there, tinkling the ivories, and he had a little beer glass on the lid for tips. And Mack played whatever you wanted, in whatever style you asked for. He just liked to play, he was always playing, because if he stopped playing, he knew he would just get into trouble, whether with whisky - or with pretty women, oh hell, like that Jazzy. He could get into trouble with her all right, even though he had maybe twenty years on her. She would be trouble and some.

She gave him a tight little smile.

He ended a little ragtime medley abruptly before she moved away from him. 'Hey Jazzy,' he called, 'How you doin'? Want to sing a little? Name me a tune.'

 

[Destiny]

Jazzy had moved through the room smiling and nodded to a few men that seemed to always know the pretty women and more like sharks then men they circled, Oh not her...not this evening anyway. She moved to the piano, it was like a magnet as she as heard the tinkling of the music and she tuned out Tommy" the nose" as he babbled about his latest horse racing bet and how he had made it a best bet.

The piano a big black affair, not a grand, but it definitely had style, she would give it that and she caressed the edge of the confines of th strings when she was greeted," MACK! I haven't seen you in ..." she chuckled and gave him that tight smile," how long has it been? Charlie's place wasn't it... you were getting tossed out because of Jimmy's daughter if I remember right." She lifted her chin and she chuckled as she was about t take him up on his offer when Clive Baxter walked into her world.

“Miss Malone…” he said to her simply. When she turned around he smiled warmly at her and continued. “It’s such a pleasure to have you in my bar at this moment. Allow me to introduce myself… I’m Clive Baxter.” He gently took her hand and leaned down to kiss the top of it, maintaining eye contact the whole time. “I pray that you are the beautiful, famous lounge singer that I’m supposed to be meeting with right now. Is this true? I sincerely apologize for being a few minutes late…”

As she slowly retrieved her hand from his gallant show of manners she chuckled a low throaty sound that felt like velvet long a man's senses," Jazzy please... just jazzy... if you say Miss Malone I won't know who you are talking about. And I was early please, a girl could wait for a man for a change yes?" She winked and then looked to Mack," Hey Mack find a sultry number, and I mean music not a dame." She moved a bit closer to Clive and she chuckled," rumor has it Mister Baxter you are looking for a singer, and wouldn't you know it I happen to be one." Her eyes sparkled with her jest and then she reached for and took his arm into her own two and she looked up at him," How about a drink and we can discuss it, or would you rather I audition first." She hadn't auditioned in years, and she doubted anyone would ask her too with most of the men she knew vouching for her. But she waited anyway to see what his response would be.

 

[Slugger31]

As Clive released her hand and smiled at the gorgeous redhead she insisted that he not call her “Miss Malone”. She then joked that a woman could wait on a man for a change, acknowledging the irony of that situation. Clive nodded and laughed softly along with her. She spoke to his piano player Mack (who she seemed to know), requesting he play a tune, and then she moved in closer to him and took his arm. Jazzy mentioned that she’d heard he was looking for a singer and Clive kept her close on his arm as he slowly walked them over towards the staircase. “Miss. Ma-“ he stopped himself before continuing. “… Jazzy, you certainly won’t have to audition. I’ve heard you before and your reputation alone is more than enough to have me convinced that your voice would be perfect for this place.”

Clive kept his eyes on her as he helped her up the staircase and up to his office on the third floor, making sure she didn’t slip or trip. She was soft and warm, and she had a particularly sweet, intoxicating scent about her. Clive opened the door for her and allowed her to step inside his comfortable, luxurious office. He had a small fire glowing in his fireplace as he led her over to his soft, cushy sofa and helped her to sit down. “I have my own mini bar in here… What’s your poison, Jazzy?” He winked at her before walking over towards his bar, stepping behind it and breaking out a couple of glasses for them. He looked across the room at her, still finding it difficult to believe that the beautiful Jazzelle Malone was sitting in his office and prepared to sing at his club.

“I want you know that it’s such an honor to have you here. I’ve had several amateurs who sing here frequently, but nobody with your level of talent. I would love to have you here as often as you are willing. And I can pay you whatever is necessary.” Clive could see her relaxing a bit out of his peripheral and he smiled softly, loving that she was making herself at home. He was busy preparing her drink as he continued. “You’ve sang in so many places, Jazzy… Does my setup downstairs live up to all the hype?” He brought her alcoholic beverage of choice back over to her, along with his own glass of scotch. He sat down near her on the sofa and relaxed against the back of it, gazing over at the redhead.

 

[patrick1]

Too bad she moved away before he got through the intro. Mack dropped the key down to D minor and crooned it softly to himself as she headed off up the staircase on Mr Baxter's arm. Mm hm mm hm mm...Those guys Kern and Hammerstein sure knew how to put together a song.

He remembered Jimmy's daughter, all right. The job in Charlie's place should have been worth more to him than a quick fling with that floozie. Ah, what the heck. Hindsight was a wonderful thing - for hinds. And so he sang, thinking of a woman he'd yet to meet, but it would surely turn out the same:

Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What am I giving

Why do I want a thing
I daren't hope for
What can I hope for
I wish I knew

Why do I try
To draw you near me
Why do I do I cry
You never hear me

I'm a poor fool
But what can I do
Why was I born
To love you

 

[Destiny]

Walking on the arm of the owner of the club, was nothing new to Jazzy. Most club owners attempted to court her away from other clubs and so often failed. But she was here because she wanted to be, and as they rose up the stairs she slid a smile along her lips and she nodded to Clive as he spoke to her, "Well a girl like me always has to know where the land lies Mr Baxter." As he walked into the office she looked about and licked her lips a bit as he mentioned drinks," I will have what you a re having... I am not picky..." she chuckled and then said," when it comes to drinks."

She slipped the white fur off her shoulders and let it slip to the sofa she had settled on, and she crossed her ankles allowing her long legs to be seen. She had nice legs and she showed them off to perfection as she shifted onto the depths of the furniture," I was thinking 2 or 3 nights a week to start Mr. Baxter, can't give them too much all at once you know." A sardonic smile slid along her lips as she took the drink from his hands and she looks up at him her green eyes meeting his own as she said softly," thank you for the drink."

She had looked at the table off to the right that held a few things pens books and things as she spoke," Yes it is a lovely Set up, tell me areyou going to run girls out of the upper rooms as well?" She had known all about that side of things at a club,"Charlie had used the girls so frequently himself that their cheap perfume seemed to be apart of his charm," she looked up from her musings of her old flame and she smiled once more and she cleared her throat," how about we settle on 300 dollars a night on the nights I sing?" She lifted the glass to her lips to drink the scotch it was a good single malt that slid along the tongue and course fire along her throat just the way she liked it. Licking her lips clean she once more lifted her eyes up to to Clive and she smiled," what do you think Mr. Baxter?"

 

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Clive had given Jazzy a glass of scotch as well. She seemed to approve of the taste and it burned just way they both liked it. He always made sure to get the good stuff. Jazzy removed the white fur from around her shoulders and allowed it to hang across the arm of the sofa. As she settled in she crossed her ankles and it highlighted her wonderful, long legs. Clive had always loved a girl with a nice set of legs, and as much as he would’ve loved to pause time and inspect every gorgeous detail of Jazzy’s body, he had to remain professional. Instead he opted to enjoy her legs, hips, waist, and bosom out of the corner of his eye as he continued his conversation with the singer.

She smiled at him and he took a sip of the scotch as well, allowing the numbing liquid to slide down his throat. “You’ve gotta leave em wanting more, of course. Two or three nights a week is perfect. I would love to make sure you are here most Friday evenings if that is possible. There’s a lot tired and stressed Chicagoans that get to the end of the work week and want to listen to a beautiful singer to unwind.” He grinned at her. “300 dollars is very reasonable, darling. And if we need to negotiate more later that’s fine. I’m also willing to provide anything that will help make you more comfortable for your performances.”

Jazzy’s eyes seemed to scan over the room, especially his desk. Clive was actually surprised when Jazzy brought up the business of whores and call girls. He wasn’t used to having a lady mention such things, but he went with it. “I have to assume that Charlie is the owner of the previous place you performed at? But yes…we have a fine selection of girls here. The men seem to love having the option of staying here for the services provided too. A lot of times they feel uncomfortable taking the girls home. Plus it helps me to keep an eye on things and make sure that none of them are abused. And the girls are paid well; I can assure you of that. Only the best.”

He smiled at her again and took another sip of scotch, placing his arm across the top of the sofa and behind Jazzy’s shoulders. “I’ll be honest… I try not to dip the pen in company ink. The girls are lovely, no doubt. But… I don’t know if bringing work home with you is always good for business. Plus I like to have their trust and they get taken advantage of enough… they don’t need their boss doing the same.” Clive looked into Jazzy’s beautiful green eyes, trying to read her and make sure that she was comfortable here and not intimidated by him at all. He had a reputation for being a powerful figure to be around. Clive was a confident man, but not arrogant.

 

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Jazzy watched Clive move across the room and settle onto the sofa beside her and she felt his arm drop behind her shoulders. She looked at him still as she chuckled," Well I would like to find an apartment that is closer to the club, I don't' like having to travel far to get to and from here if possible." she smiled and slid the glass along her lisp to drink the golden liquid once more and she slowly uncrossed and then recrossed her legs allowing another peek along long limbs the rhinestone crystals sliding along her legs as she moved," And I hope you will forgive my bluntness , I had a tendency to shoot straight from the hip when it comes to being forward. I don't' like to beat around he bush when it comes to finding things out."

She turned half on the couch her shoulder resting there where his arm rested on the back of the couch and she faced him allowing her own eyes to slide along his frame and she chuckled," you look like a man that doesn't like to play games either clive...may I call you Clive..?" She went on without waiting for a response the question. "besides I am just looking to have some fun and if I get paid for it int he mean time then all the better, we are all the same when it comes to the end of things , we all get screwed eventually."

She chuckled and then set her glass on the table near the couch and she tilted her head allowing her hair to cascade along her shoulder,"I think we have an agreement then, and I will definitely be here on Fridays if you would like."

 

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Jazzy mentioned that she wanted to get a place closer to this neighborhood and Clive nodded, certainly understanding why it would be annoying to come across the busy city every night for half of the week. She took another drink and moved her legs again. He was having a hell of a time not looking at them mid-conversation. She must’ve noticed that he was slightly surprised when she’d mentioned his prostitutes because she immediately asked for forgiveness at her straightforwardness. Clive simply waved it away with his hand. “No, no. It’s nothing at all, Jazzy. I just haven’t had too many ladies mention it. I actually like a girl who isn’t afraid to say exactly what’s on her mind. Why hold back?”

She turned slightly, facing him a bit more and Clive could tell that she was inspecting him a bit more closely now and allowing her eyes to scan his body. He tried to remain calm, but it wasn’t easy considering he was sitting beside one of his favorite lounge singers. And he absolutely adored redheads. She asked if it was okay to call him “Clive” and of course he nodded. She could’ve called him anything she wanted and he wouldn’t have cared. “There’s a time for work and there’s a time for play, Jazzy. I do my best to separate the two. I don’t like too much drama and I don’t like people who lie and cause problems. But…” Clive leaned in a bit closer to her, keeping his eyes locked on hers as their faces were now just inches apart. “I like to have fun just as much as the next guy.”

He gave her an almost seductive smile and raised an eyebrow before slowly pulling back and taking another sip of scotch. “Some might take me for a bit of a hard ass, Jazzy. Maybe that’s because I spent a good majority of my life in crime. But I assure you, if you get to know me a bit more, you’ll see that I’m all about having a good time.” Clive reached out to gently run his fingers through her soft, red locks, pushing it back over her shoulder as he continued to gaze at her. “The question is, Jazzy darling, are you the type of girl that mixes work and play…and does them both very well?”

 

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His closeness hadn't unnerved her, she was used to men getting in her space, he smelled of a masculine cologne not an unpleasant kind. Unlike Charlie who used to reek of the cheap perfme most of the girls in his pen wore. Perhaps that was why she had had to go, perhaps... She shook her head a bit dispellig the thoughts and she turned her attention back to the man that sat beside her. Her lips quirked a bit and her green moved searching along his as he spoke and his breath warmed her skin the smell of the scotch slid along her senses and she chuckled," well darling, when it comes to playing, I can always hit the right note."

She paused as she felt the caress of his hand along her hair, again she was used to powerful men touching her. Nothing forward mind you, she knew which battles to fight and it was only a caress. It was the hair, it was a beacon for men with the strength of mind and a dominant persoanality. They always seemed fascinate by her red hair, listening to his voice she tilted her head a bit exposing her neck," I wrote the handbook darling."

She winked and then reached for the small clutch purse she had brought with her and rose in one fluid motion," So I am sure I will have a dressing room, can we go and take a look?" As she rose the dress slid sensuously along her thighs and calves the crystal rhinestones glittered along her legs revealing and then concealing as she slid a hand along her hip and then reached for the white fur," And would you like me to take this Or I can come back for it?"

 

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Jazzy didn’t seem to mind that he’d gotten closer to her. Nor did she seem concerned when he reached out and stroked his fingers through her hair. She appeared to be used to this kind of attention and Clive could imagine that she would be. A girl like Miss Malone was bound to attract some attention. But only a lucky few had probably ever been able get very close to her. She hadn’t pushed him away, so that was good news. But it would be unwise for him to start reading too much into her acceptance of his behavior. Clive was attracted to her, no doubt. But every man of sane mind would be. Clive decided to stick to business for now. He knew he was good at that. But having her confidently say that she liked to have fun and “play” wasn’t making his attempt to remain professional easy.

She winked at him and before he could react she was rising to her feet. Her dress teased along her legs and shimmered. He let out a sigh, finally sneaking a quick peek at her lovely and sexy legs. He eyed them up and down for a moment before shaking himself back to reality. Clive sat his drink down and rose to his feet as well beside her, adjusting his tie and jacket. “Yes dear, of course we have a dressing room. Though I must admit, I haven’t had very many people sing here that actually deserve to use it. Mostly just amateurs as I said before. They arrive here and perform looking the same as they arrived.” She asked if she should bring her white fur with her leave it here. Clive was a gentleman, and knowing that women often changed their minds he offered another option. “I’ll tell you what, Jazzy… I’ll carry it for you.” He smiled at her and picked it up carefully as not to damage it in any way.

Clive led her back to his office door, opening it for her again and stepping out into the hallway. “I originally thought about putting the dressing room on the second floor. But that didn’t seem wise since I wouldn’t always want my starlets to mingle with my other girls. The dressing room is just down this way.” He led Jazzy down the hall and to another door with a frosted glass window. The window also had a golden star on it, and Clive opened the door for her and turned on the lights. He motioned for her to walk inside. As far as the dressing room was concerned… Mr. Baxter had spared no expense.

The room was an entirely blue color scheme with a huge, beautiful ornate rug, night sky themed wallpaper, silk curtains, a velvet sofa, and a bed with satin sheets. There was plenty of lighting, though the room was dim for now and a small fireplace at the back of the room. There were several mirrors with makeup and lipstick ready below them. And in the corner was a dressing area with a big blue curtain that could surround the area. The room looked completely untouched, and for the most part it was. Things didn’t look dusty by any means, just brand new. “I put a lot of work into the room, and like I said, I haven’t had anyone use it yet. I suppose you should just consider this to be your room because nobody else is going to be using it. Hell, you can even rest here on nights you feel too tired to head back home. I just hope the room meets your expectations, Jazzy.” Clive turned to her and smiled, really wanting her to be impressed.

 

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Her lips quirked into a smile and she and she chuckled as he gathered the white mink and tossed it along his arm. It had been a gift from an admirer, she was used to those, but in the world she lived in things like that came at a price, a high price sometimes.

She walked into the room and she hmm'd softly and walked to the table sliding a finger along the top of the dressing table all the makeup and perfumes of every imaginable kind littering the top as if to meet the expectation of any woman that might be allowed to use the room. She didn't say anything as she continued to circumnavigate the room. She caressed a hand along the rooms curtains and she smiled a bit,her favorite color, all shades of blue as if made for her. She chuckled and turned to smile at Clive," seems you thought of everythig... " she tilted her head to the bed with a nod," even the bed." She had teased him as she spoke and then said,' I need to hire a maid, though one that can go and get my dinners and prepare a bath for me... I like to bathe after a show sometimes." She looked behind the curating and small the bathtub in the small alcove there as well. " indeed you have thought of everything...Anyway, I like a quiet one...someone that can keep my privacy mine and not run her mouth." She didn't tell him what happened to the last girl she had had, Charlie had taken care of it and told her afterwards she shivered at the thought now.

She moved to the table where all the perfumes were and she plucked her favorite scent form among the rest," And you can give these to your 'girls' ," she gestured the others," I like lavender and this is my favorite scent." She held it to her nose and sniffed the contents and sighed. " I will get with mack this week and he and I can work on some songs, or is he not here every night either?"

 

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Clive watched carefully as Jazzelle casually toured the room, inspecting all that it had to offer. Their relationship had gotten off on the right foot thus far and he didn’t want to disappoint her now with what would be an important personal space for her. But when she finally smiled after touching the curtains he knew that he hadn’t let her down. She seemed to tease him for having all the bases covered, including the bed. For some reason she picked the bed specifically as something to point out to him. That stuck out in his mind and his mind briefly began to wonder what that meant.

Jazzy continued before he could give it much thought, saying that she would require a maid to assist her. It was then that Clive truly realized just how classy this dame really was. “If you need some assistance in finding someone, I’d be more than happy to help with that too, Jazzy. I have some connections.” She seemed to take particular interest in the bathtub and this was confirmed when she told him that she liked to bathe after singing some nights. What he would give to see her nude body all lathered up in soap and in that bathtub right now. Jazzy told him that he could remove the other perfumes. All she needed was the one. “Lavender, eh? Duly noted, Jazzy…duly noted. I’ll get rid of everything else later tonight.”

Clive stepped back towards her when she mentioned Mack. “Mack sort of comes and goes. But I could tell that he was happy to see a familiar face when he looked at you. He’s a wonderful piano player, but you have to keep him away from the booze or he’s a danger to himself and everyone around him. So if you’re around here, maybe it’ll do him some good and keep his head on straight.” He smiled at her and winked, still holding onto her soft white fur. “Anything else you need for your room, darling?” Clive was willing to get her anything she wanted…or do anything she wanted.

 

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Placing the perfume back on the table she decided to see if had been truly paid attention or not as she then looked up and she smiled and held the small clutch purse she carried in both hands and moved closer. She reached up and slid her finger along his jaw line, She liked men that had power, it meant that they took what they wanted when they wanted it. She didn't always like to be in control and she chuckled softly," a lock perhaps...?" she looked past him to the door and then her darkly lashed green eyes met his once more," to keep me safe?" She purred the last part and she then slid her hand along the fur coat on your arm and slipped it from you.

She slid it along her arms as she tugged it on and then slid her hands along her shoulders caressing her hair back and along her shoulders. As she moved the fur to a better position she tugged the collar up a bit," I am currently staying at the Hotel Sherman on the north side of Randolph Street between Clark and La Salle. You know the place I am sure..." she moved back a bit as she then remarked," I like blue Clive, it makes your eyes more brilliant." She chuckled and nodded," as to the girl, I will leave it up to you, I will trust you know one or two around two that aren't well." She lowered her eyes to the second floor and then lifted them back up to you, " I will pay her well and as long as she works out and knows how to keep a secret," she shrugged and then smiled as she licked her lips.

" see what I mean about a lock..." she said as a man walked into the room," Boss, we got trouble down in the ba, holy hell boss its Jazzy Malone!" The man stopped short and he looked at Jazzy and then blinked as he realized he had just blundered into perhaps something more then he should have. He swallowed and he blinked as he began to back up toward the door. Jazzy chuckled and she covered her lips as she looked at Clive to see his reaction at being interrupted and she shook her head," Well this won't be an uninteresting place I am sure......