The Dancer and the suit. (Closed)

[Asa]

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Bartender... Dancer... Half owner in the club Onyx. A wild soul of the city's night. She never fell for anyone never loved anyone. One night stands... Wild passion and then seldom seeing them again or the regulars who knew better than to try to tame her or try to get her to marry. Till the night he walked in...

Club Onyx wasn't exactly the bottom of the barrel but it also wasn't exactly business man posh either. It was housed in a historical building in the arts and music part of town. Male and female dancers in the two story club. Natalia Lane or better known to some of the regulars as Dazzlyn her name when she was a regular dancer before taking over half ownership of the club.

She was behind he bar on a night that proved to hold a whole party of new faces following a couple of suits who probably blew most of their pay trying to seduce the servers dancers and bartenders. Her eyes scanned the handful of people these two brought in with them to celebrate something from work. She chuckled as some of them looked like deer caught in headlights and twice as confused or spooked.

 

[goldsoundz]

How spontaneous this all turned out to be.

The day had begun exactly how Michael Malone had envisioned. After a 3 week civil trial, he had won a total defense for his wealthy client. Even better, he had done it by lulling the idiot, big firm opposing counsel right down the path he wanted them to take, giving them just enough small, empty victories to keep them feeling bloated and confident. No pretrial motions, no bloviating trial briefs, just quiet dedication to the angle he had worked out months ago, the angle he knew would mean victory when presented just right, just so, in just the correct amounts. Twelve court days of meticulous trial presentation. Big, shiny stuff out front to distract the opposition, subtle introduction of the facts that would actually matter later. It was all as Michael had planned.

By the time he was laying out his closing argument, it was too late for the opposition to do anything about it. As Michael finally put all the cards on the table for the jury, the realization of defeat dawned upon the Plaintiffs like sunlight to a vampire, but there was nothing they could do about it. And like the cherry on top, the rattled opposition could be heard mumbling to their clients as they hurried from the courtroom that they'd "overturn on appeal," like that ever happens. No, Michael made sure his preparation prevented that, too. Everything, even the "spontaneous" bits in his presentation, were staged -- hell, especially those! Michael did not have a single spontaneous bone in his body, and now his client had a zero liability defense and an attorney fee award to chase down, all thanks to his planning. Michael's firm had a gigantic bill to collect and a hell of a big pelt to show off for future new clients, so they were happy, obviously. And Michael had...well, Michael was very meticulous.

From the hair trimmed every 15 days, to the custom tailored suits, right down to the self-shined shoes, Michael Malone was meticulous in everything he did. Which is what made this night, this event, so particularly humiliating. Michael had planned to celebrate alone with his usual victory routine: 3 chili dogs, a glass of pinot noir, and a one-hour workout to purge it all away. Then the Breaking Bad finale and 90 minutes of online porn for some personal time. But then his client insisted on taking the entire firm out to celebrate, and would have been insulted if Michael weren't there. So suddenly here he was, at a...well, what kind of a place was this, anyways? bar? strip club? CDC incubator? Good god.

It was all very...spontaneous. And spontaneous was bad.

 

[Asa]

Valerie walked over to the bar with the drink orders laughing.

Couple of regulars at table 5 by the stage and small herd of deer with them. Jacob wants to know if Dazzlyn is going to dance tonight.

Handing over her order check with a laugh as Natalia shook her head.

I wasn't planning on it but... A small herd of deer... I might just have to...later... Santos will be down later to tame over the bar so I could put in orders but I guess one dance wouldn't hurt.

A couple of hours later the DJ announced that the club had a real treat tonight the boss lady was von a dance as Dazzlyn took the stage.

 

[goldsoundz]

It had been a couple of hours, and Michael had juuust about faked it long enough to make excuses and leave his boss and his clients to their...whatever. He was, in fact, just pushing his chair back and beginning to stand, but then he looked up...

...and everything that made sense in his life dissolved in front of his eyes. He didn't know what this feeling was. Attraction? Lust? Love at first sight? All he could count were two things: 1) He definitely should know better then to fall for the goddess that just danced into his vision; and 2) He didn't care.

 

[Asa]

As the music began she stood there deep blue skin tight crop tank stage jeans with holes and fraying in all the right places and a man s dress shirt. Her eyes covered the audience but they locked on the table of suits from time to time like when the men's business shirt flew from the stage landing on their table and with the steady beat she ended the song in a deep blue string bikini.

 

[goldsoundz]

What did the DJ say her name was? Jasmine?

As he watched the goddess dance over him, he was losing control of everything he had so meticulously planned. He had to stay, had to speak to her, had to find out what she was about. He resolved to stay until he could speak to her. This was his plan now, and nothing would get in the way. He was sure of it.

 

[Asa]

Unlike most of the dancers she had a few tats. Once her song was over she had slipped back in the back to get changed and go get the orders ready for her partner to send in the next morning. Once that was done she was back at the bar helping out on the slammed night.

Jacob had been cheering and told the rest of the group be bad helped drag here that Dazzlyn didn't dance nearly as often as she should since she took over half ownership of the bar.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jacob. Right.

It made sense to Michael that Jacob would know the goddess (until he had her name, he decided to call her "goddess"). Jacob obviously knew the place, he had suggested it when the client asked for "a good time." Okay, Michael had never paid any attention to Jacob, the latter being on the transactional side while Jacob was in litigation. And so what if there had been some...rumors about Jacob. Rumors about his personal life. About his finances. About his showing up with black eyes every once in awhile. Surely this couldn't have anything to do with the goddess.

Could it? No, of course not. Michael decided to try and find out just what the relationship was. Okay, this might take some time. No problem, he had all night.

 

[Asa]

A couple of the others at the table the client included had questions about her and Jacob told about a few different routines he bad seen and what had prompted her to take on half ownership of the club. How mostly now she bartends and heads up security when needed.