The Ranch

[CrimsonMaiden]

[OOC post]

I know there is a thread already about a brothel, but that one is set in the old west and this one will be set in modern time (hopefully they will be different enough for both to hold interest).

I got this idea from a movie I saw recently. The Ranch is located on the outskirts of a small town in Nevada. It is allowed to stay open by a crooked Sheriff who takes a % of the profits and his pleasure from the employees at his whim. The Ranch not only employs women, it also employs men.

Cast of characters: (pm me if you are interested in playing one of the recurring main characters)

Savannah: (me) 31 years old, proprietess of The Ranch... still works with clients because The Ranch needs more girls... and she figures she might as well get in on the action.

Dante Marcus Blain: mid-late 30s, bartender/bouncer, secretly in love with Savannah, jealous of her clients... rest of development is up to person who plays him. to be played by VandalHeart... name change per request

Sheriff Braxton: corrupt Sheriff of Langdon... takes 30% of The Ranch's monthly profits and drops in often for use of its "services". Obviously arrogant and intimidating. will be played by PhoenixPrime01

The rest of the cast are the "entertainers" and development of them is up to who plays them. I need both men and women characters.

Obviously, customers are open to the imagination and can be one time visitors or returning guests.

The only rules are the obvious... no under 18, no scat/pee, no blood. I don't mind threatening type behavior (like the Sheriff obviously.)

If you want to play a main character, pm me with your request and ideas on your character. If you want to play a customer, feel free to just jump in once the thread gets rolling.

I will do an [IC] posting next.

Thanks to all and I hope the thread gets off to a good start!

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Savannah

[OOC... forgot this in the first post. I don't want this thread to be just about the sex (though I want there to be lots of that.) I want the characters to interact with each other. Want to know about what makes them tick, their past, their present, their dreams, etc.]

The Ranch's hours of operation were 11am-2am and it resided inside an old warehouse which took most of Savannah's start up money to renovate. The entrance operated electronically and was guarded by a survelliance camera. Customers could only gain entrance if buzzed in from behind the bar or the controls in the office. Once customers were allowed inside, they walked into a large entrance area. To the right was the bar made of rich mahogany. Straight across from the bar was the reception lounge.

Any entertainer who was not with a client was expected to be in the lounge unless it was her/his day off. Music poured through speakers mounted around the entrance area. It was loud, but not so loud it hindered conversation. Disco balls hung from the ceiling and sparkled in the lights. Mirrors lined the walls of the lounge and reflected the sparkling rays from the disco balls.

On the far wall was a door leading to a narrow hallway. The first door opened to a control area that had monitors for the survelliance cameras located throughout the building (including the private rooms.) The other doors led to the private rooms, which were used for clients. At the end of the hall were two larger rooms. One was used when a client wished to have an experience with more than two other people. The other was nicknamed the "kink" room. Various bondage paraphanelia lined the walls.

In a separate area, accessible only through the office, were several small apartments, which consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, and small living room. The employees could live in these for nominal monthly rent. A common kitchen was located in the middle of the apartments. Outside at the rear of the building (which was surrounded by a privacy fence) was an inground pool and hot tub. Savannah knew how important it was for her employees to relax.

Savannah strolled across the floor, her heels sinking into the plush carpet. Rock music poured from the speakers behind the bar. Dante stood behind the mahogany counter, waiting to serve drinks to anyone who needed to boost their nerves or drown their sorrows. Oddly enough, there were men who came in only to drink and oogle the ladies, but they never paid for the use of their services. Either they didn't have the money (The Ranch charged $300 an hour; $500 an hour for the specialty rooms) or they had other reasons lurking in the recesses of their minds.

The bar was only open from 4pm-2am. The rest of the time, Dante either patrolled the halls listening for trouble, or he took down time. The Ranch had a backup bouncer/bartender, but he was rarely needed. Dante seemed to never sleep.

Savannah surveyed the reception lounge, which was located straight across from the bar in the large open entrance area. Two of the girls stretched out on black leather couches, waiting on customers. All of the other entertainers were busy. Savannah was amazed that her men employees stayed as busy as the women.

The buzzer sounded and she moved to the monitor behind the bar. A frown creased her face when she saw the Sheriff standing at the door.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Wayne Braxton:

Sheriff Braxton looked like the atypical western sheriff. He was tall and whipcord lean with broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips. His long legs led to alligator hide cowboy boots and he wore a .44 magnum on one hip and an aluminum flashlight that doubled as a nightstick on the other.

There was whore house in his county and now that it was opening it was time to pay a call on it and set the owner straight about how things worked in "his" county.

He parked his Lincoln Navigator "patrol car" at the front door and unwound himself, put on his Stetson and walked to the door and pushed the bell then waited to see who'd answer it with a glance at the closed circuit camera in the corner of the porch about a foot above his head, maybe 7 1/2 feet up, but within his reach should he wish to move or disable it.

 

[Megara]

The New Girl

OOC:

Real Name: Megan
Work Name: Glory
Age: 18

Appearance: 5'5", 110lbs, Brown curly hair with lot's of blonde streaks, brown eyes. Likes to wear red lipstick. B-cup breasts. Waxes her pubic hair, except for a small triangle above the slit. Has her navel pierced and a tribal tattoo on the small of her back.

Background: Megan just graduated high school and spent the summer looking for a job, but nothing paid the kind of money she wanted, until one day she ran into a woman at the local bookstore. The woman was an entertainer at The Ranch and suggested Megan look into working there, since it pays a ton of money. Megan was a bit wary of having sex as a profession, but decided to check it out. After meeting with Savannah, she decided that the money was too good to pass up and was hired a few days ago. She hasn't had much business because a lot of the customers are regulars who already have favorite girls, but Megan is eager to earn her keep and will do just about anything to make her boss and the customers happy. Megan isn't inexperienced sexually, but she hasn't really done much outside the realm of vanilla. She's a bit nervous, but is curious and willing (and looking forward) to try new things. Also, she's living in the apartments at the brothel.


IC:

"I really wish something exciting would happen." Megan complained, "I want to do something... or someone!" The other girl on the black leather couch giggled and nodded her head.

Megan shifted nervously, adjusting her pink, pleated micro mini and ultra tiny tee shirt. She tweaked her nipples so they poked out beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. The shirt was a cute white tee with pink letters that said "Flirt". To complete the outfit, Megan had chosen a pair of black knee-high shiny vinyl boots and a silver g-string. She was trying to go for the fuckable young school girl look to lure in some customers.

She glanced over at Savannah, who looked annoyed. "I hope it's not the sherriff..." Megan thought.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Savannah pushed the button to open the door's electronic lock. It didn't take long for the Sheriff to show. She'd been expecting him... just not looking forward to it. Her flame red hair bounced against her shoulders as she strode to meet him at the door.

She hoped he wouldn't mistake her for one of the girls. Until she got more workers, she was taking clients, so she was dressed the part. A short black leather mini-skirt hugged her curvy hips and her breasts threatened to spill out of the too tight black satin bra which could easily be seen through her flimsy lace shirt. She wasn't as endowed as the girls who worked for her, but she made up for it by having large and extremely sensitive nipples.

"Hello Sheriff. I'm Savannah. Welcome to The Ranch."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Wayne Braxton:

He tips his Stetson and says in a deep voice, "Afternoon ma'am. I need to talk with the owner or owners please."

"I'll wait here while you fetch 'em for me," he says as he eyes her obvious and well displayed attributes and steps one step forward invading her 'personal space' so he is truly looking down at her.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

"There's no need to fetch anyone." He was standing very close... trying to intimidate me. He'd soon learn I don't cower to those kind of tactics. Growing up with three brothers taught me alot about self confidence, not to mention a healthy dose of self defense techniques. I would do what it took to keep the Ranch open, but I would never show any fear. If that's what he was looking for, he was looking in the wrong place.


I crossed my arms and looked straight into his eyes. "The Ranch belongs to me. I am the owner."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Braxton:

"Well in that case ma'am doubly glad to make your aquaintance and I'd like to talk with you in private.
"Shall we step into your office for a bit."

 

[VandalHeart]

Dante Blain

Out back of the "Ranch", Dante moved boxes and crates getting ready to open the bar. When he had left five minutes ago, everything was copasthetic inside. He had heard the car pull up on the other side of the building, but he figured he'd have at least a few minutes before it was time to go check on whichever entertainer took the customer. Unfortunately, Savannah hadn't told him about the posibility of the sheriff visiting.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

"Of course. I just need a moment to call Dante up front to take care of customers."

I was glad I had thought to install an intercom system. "Dante, I need you up front."

As soon as he came to the bar, I gestured toward the Sheriff and he nodded his understanding.

"Follow me," I said to Sheriff Braxton.

I led him through the door in the back wall and into the hallway and then into the office.

"This is our only office at the moment. Originally, I was going to have a personal one, but renovation expenses were higher than I expected." I motioned him towards the chair sitting against the wall. "Now, what can I do for you?" I asked as I leaned against the desk.

 

[4degrees]

stevie

Stevie is Savannah's baby brother and works as an entertainer at the Ranch. His big sister often calls him 'Steve-o' or 'little man', hense his obviously femme demeanor. He regularly sevices the male clients requesting a 'man' experience, but occasionally will service a female client if necessary. He's 28, and experienced at 'entertaining', due to his prior life in L.A. hustling. He truely loves his job at the ranch.

I heard the bell in the lobby and, having just finished cleaning up after a session with a hot, well-tipping stud, strutted into the front room where Megan, the newest addition to my sister's business lounged on a couch with one of the other girls. I let the girls know in a bit of an insolent manner that they should remove their feet from the couch. They both looked up at me and rolled their eyes, but obliged. I plopped down on the leather sofa between the two attractive workers and looked to the door.

When my sister had gone to answer it, she had stepped outside for a moment instead of the client coming inside. I heard a deep male voice, but couldn't make out what was said. After a moment she stepped inside and I saw that she was followed by a large man with a shiney badge.

"Oh, just fucking great", I muttered to the new girl.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Braxton:

"Well for starters you can sit down ma'am. Then we can get down to business, your business and mine," he says sitting behing her desk and putting his feet up on it.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I watched as he arrogantly ignored my gesture towards the other chair and strolled back and sat down behind my desk as if he owned the place. He even had the audacity to put his boots up on it. So help me god, if he scratched my desk...

"Well for starters you can sit down ma'am. Then we can get down to business, your business and mine."

"I'll remain where I am," I retorted turning to face him. I could see the surprise on his face from my reply. Obviously, he was used to docile women who did what he asked without hesitation. He wasn't going to find that with me. One of the girls, maybe... but not with me.

Before he could say anything, a sudden knock rapped on the door.

"Yes?" I called out.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Braxton:

"As you wish missy, but going along and being cooperative is a lot better for you in the long run, and cheaper too I might add."

He's about to continue when someone knocks on the door making him scowl at the interruption.

 

[Aife]

Elizabeth the ofice girl

OOC:

Elizabeth is a shy 27 years old with long, dark auburn hair

that she wears piled up on the back of her head. She is 5' 3"

and has a voluptuous figure, tho she keeps her curves

hidden beneath loose, conservitive clothes.

She was married to a devout, almost fanatically religious

man for 5 years, until he ran off with the choir director. Now,

in desperate need of money and a place to live, Elizabeth

reluctantly works as Savannah's office girl.


Elizabeth, just coming back from a break, hurried through

the lounge to the office. Being around the "entertainers" while

they were on duty always made her nervous. The office door

was close,. this was unusual since she always left it open.

She knocked before entering the office and blushed at seeing

she was interupting Savannah and a tall man with his feet on

Savannah's desk. She was surprised to see he was the

sheriff.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

"Ahh, Elizabeth. You're back early. You still have ten minutes left on break."

Savannah should have known Elizabeth wouldn't use all of her break time. She never did. Being with the other employees seemed to make her uneasy, and she stayed around them no longer than she had to.

"Sheriff, Elizabeth works here in the office. She helps me keep an eye on things so I can be out in the reception area or with a client if required. If you desire privacy for our business, we can move to one of the private rooms, or we can go to my apartment."

 

[VandalHeart]

Dante

Dante Marcus Blain
Age: 32
Hair: Brown, shaven bald w/ goatee
Eyes: Deep purple (think a dark mix of brown and blue)
Dimensions: 6' 4", 200 lbs., weightlifter build
Dist. Marks: Tribal flame and crystal tatoo shirt running from collarbone to wrists, to waist. Centerpiece of this is on his back. It is an angel done in the same tribal style as the rest of the tatoo, the edges of which bleed into the inchoherent whole of the art.

Dante nodded to Savannah and continued on his work, but the presence of the sheriff automatically put him on edge. The guy had the "bad cop" look about him, and there wasn't another around to play opposite him. This was never a good thing.

"Hey Steve," he said, still lifting crates of liquor that flexed his tatooed arms like a pair of bending bazookas, "what's with the bacon in spurs? He didn't look like a client."

 

[4degrees]

stevie

I looked over at Dante and shrugged, but he must've seen my uneasyness. I knew that that was the last thing we needed around here, some nosey cop.

I got up from the couch, the leather cushion pulling at the bare flesh of my asscheeks. I was wearing one of my favorite pairs of chaps with a shiney attention-getting thong covering my basket. I somehow always forgot how it sucked sitting bare-assed on a leather sofa. I approached Dante and asked if he had heard any of the conversation.

Elizabeth then returned from her lunchbreak and without stopping to say a word to us, she scooted past where we stood and onto the closed door of the office.

"Well, maybe we're about to find out now", I said as the office door opened and Elizabeth went inside.

'Glory', the new girl I'd sat next to and the other girl sat talking as one of them filed her razor-like nails and the other flipped through a magazine. The length of the girl's nail made me shudder. I wondered how a girl could wipe her ass, or do anything for that matter with nails that long. I turned back to Dante, and admired him for a moment before going up to the closed door myself and putting an ear up to it.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Braxton:

"Hello miss," he says to the hot looking lil thing with the dark red hair. "Pleased to meet you."

Then, feet dropping to the floor, " I think your apartment may be the best place as it's unlikely that our discussion will be interrupted there.
"Lead the way, I'll be right behind you." 'Watching that tight ass,' he thinks to himself.

"Miss, Elizabeth right, you'll be sure we aren't disturbed until our chat is over.... won't you," Braxton asks nicely then ends in a no nonsense voice before following out of the office and watching the ass moving in front of him.

 

[VandalHeart]

Dante

Whithout even looking, Dante said, "keep dreamin' Steve."

But Steve was still as uneasy as Dante was. Hopefully, the conversation would be shared as Steve suggested.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Savannah flicked Elizabeth a knowing glance towards the monitors before getting her keys off the desk to unlock the door leading to the apartments. Luckily, she had the forsight to install unobtrusive cameras in her apartment. Rumors of the Sheriff had gotten around well before they got settled into the Ranch and she wasn't going to leave herself without an option for protection.

If things got out of hand, Elizabeth would let Dante know and he and the other two guys would come running. Savannah just hoped Elizabeth could tell the difference between role play and reality.

"Here we are," Savannah said as she showed Sheriff Braxton into her apartment. "Nice and private... unless you decide to abuse your badge a little too much... then we'll have company."

She was letting the Sheriff know she was willing to deal... to a certain degree.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sheriff Braxton:

"That'd be to bad, for them and for you lil lady, to bad indeed.
"Now why don't you get me a soft drink, Coke if you have it or ginger ale if you don't and let's you and I sit and have a little chat about business and how it's done in my county.
"Oh and I do hope the Elizabeth is watching. I know who put in the cameras and where, they do business in my county to you see and expect you'll turn them off before we've concluded our discussion.
"Not doing so would be very expensive as they don't come cheap and it's easier to shut them off as I watch then to have to buy and have new ones installed.
"Now my soda please, if you don't mind."

 

[VandalHeart]

Dante

Savannah had walked by with "that" look on her face. Dante picked up the radio and brass knuckles he kept behind the bar and knocked on the wall between the office and the bar. When Elizabeth leaned around the corner, he waved the radio in the air, letting her know how to get in touch with him. He continued to load liquor from the dock in back. Hoping that the radio patched into the intercom stayed silent.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

"Look, you may be the big bad ass Sheriff in this town, but this is my place... and my cameras... and they stay on. There's no recording machine, which you ought to know since you seem to know everything about my operation. If you think I'm going to stay in here with you without back up if things go wrong, you are out of your mind. I may be a woman, but I am sure as hell not stupid."

Savannah cursed under her breath as she plucked the soda from the refrigerator. Taking a deep breath, she handed him the soda and switched gears, trying to bring the Sheriff around to his reason for visiting.

"I know why you are here. There's no need for you to come down so hard. I'll deal, but if you make things too rough for me, I'll pull up stakes and find another town, another state to do my business. Considering how much your county needs the money my establishment will bring in with taxes and cutbacks, I'd think you'd want my business to stay."

Pusing on before he had a chance to reply, "So what's it going to be? Make a deal and have some fun? Or lose the money and my operation before we ever get started?"

Savannah knew she was taking a huge gamble. She had no doubt she could start up somewhere else, but money woud be tight and the next operation would have to be much smaller... which meant less profits in the beginning. She hoped the Sheriff's good sense overruled his need to intimidate.

 

[Megara]

OOC:

Still looking to play... just trying to find a good time to jump in. Will check back with y'all tomorrow after class.