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Douglas "Dougie" Steele
Age: 34
Height 5'11"
Weight, 166lbs athletic with slight build.
Short black hair, ice blue eyes, fair skin.
I inherited the Club from my father, just as he inherited the club from his father during the Prohibition area. It wasn't a strip club, nor was it a gentleman's club. Over the decades it turned from a Speak-Easy to a high-end establishment. The front entrance was more or less a façade to make it look as though we were accepting anyone and everyone. The real clients were directed to a secret entrance in the back. Those that were deemed worthy were given a specific password for the day. Only then would they be allowed in.
Inside we have everything a man, or woman, could desire for a night out on the town. A full bar, dance floor with live DJ, lofts to dine and relax, and back rooms for private get togethers. On any given day you would find politicians, celebrities, big named families, all would be here having a good time. That, my father said, was the reason they were chosen. Grease the hands of the politicians and the police and they'll protect you. Do the same with the celebrities and wealthy families and they'll keep coming back for more.
Naturally, when it came to money, there were those that wanted more and more of their fair share. Like any place, there were bound to be some unsavory people and things going on, like guys doing lines of Coke in the back rooms. To keep the Club out of the Press, we bribe the police to deal with the matter discretely. Problem was, the same officer Detective Caleb Yorck, kept wanting more and more money every month than what was agreed upon.
Then there was the turf war going on between the Families. The Club was strictly a neutral zone, a place where people can enjoy themselves. Naturally when two families happen to see each other at the club, things go bad. That's why we had to enhance our security and have a backdoor entrance.
This Saturday promised to be a big day. The Governor, Isaac Cornwell, was coming along with his entourage. He wanted to have a back room for himself. That could be arranged.
Age: 34
Height 5'11"
Weight, 166lbs athletic with slight build.
Short black hair, ice blue eyes, fair skin.
I inherited the Club from my father, just as he inherited the club from his father during the Prohibition area. It wasn't a strip club, nor was it a gentleman's club. Over the decades it turned from a Speak-Easy to a high-end establishment. The front entrance was more or less a façade to make it look as though we were accepting anyone and everyone. The real clients were directed to a secret entrance in the back. Those that were deemed worthy were given a specific password for the day. Only then would they be allowed in.
Inside we have everything a man, or woman, could desire for a night out on the town. A full bar, dance floor with live DJ, lofts to dine and relax, and back rooms for private get togethers. On any given day you would find politicians, celebrities, big named families, all would be here having a good time. That, my father said, was the reason they were chosen. Grease the hands of the politicians and the police and they'll protect you. Do the same with the celebrities and wealthy families and they'll keep coming back for more.
Naturally, when it came to money, there were those that wanted more and more of their fair share. Like any place, there were bound to be some unsavory people and things going on, like guys doing lines of Coke in the back rooms. To keep the Club out of the Press, we bribe the police to deal with the matter discretely. Problem was, the same officer Detective Caleb Yorck, kept wanting more and more money every month than what was agreed upon.
Then there was the turf war going on between the Families. The Club was strictly a neutral zone, a place where people can enjoy themselves. Naturally when two families happen to see each other at the club, things go bad. That's why we had to enhance our security and have a backdoor entrance.
This Saturday promised to be a big day. The Governor, Isaac Cornwell, was coming along with his entourage. He wanted to have a back room for himself. That could be arranged.
