The Screaming Tail Strip club Part IV

J D Danger

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OK....I keep running away from this and then comming back....so here we go again Take 4

ok...this is pretty simple...the setting is a strip club....and all the people who could come in and out of there....dancers...customers(both Male and female)...DJ...bar staff..bouncers cops....owners ans staff from other bars....even family of staff...anything U want...and then just interact make your own plot lines that can even go out of the club if U want

just give Bio info...on woh U will be before U join

anyone who wants a job in the bar....must interveiw with me first...here or by PM.....people wanting to dance must do a strip tease

I am

J D Danger
Club Owner
37 years old

dresses like he just stepped out of the 1970's kind of slick almost dirty looking...rough and tough on the outside....but has a heart of gold if you can get to it

like I said this can go anywhere so have fun with it
 
Pam Sheehan

My name is Pam Sheehan and I am the sole owner of Accounting Plus. I am an accountant/notary public/bookkeeper etc. for several businesses in the area. When I first got out of school, I decided that I would rather be the boss than the employee but it wasn't, still isn't, easy to just start being an accountant. At the time several of the girls at the university were talking about this new club that was red hot, they said the employees were rolling in tips and they were the highest paid employees in the industry. It took me a month to decide that I was capable of walking into a place where people were naked, and once I managed to go into one place and get hired, the rest was easy.

I now have several clients, all up and down the street, three bars, two strip joints, an adult toy store, a liquor store and a bail bondsman. At twenty-eight, I was doing pretty good, putting money away for my own place, working afternoons and early evenings in the stores or clubs. I knew the owners pretty well and got along with all of them. I was friends with a couple of the dancers, male and female, and while I wouldn't want to be the center of attention like they do, I admire their ability to do it. I looked passable enough with my black hair, usually french braided out of my face, and bright green eyes that needed reading glasses after working in the half light of the clubs.

The Screaming Tail was my best client and I could be found in a corner booth, every afternoon for two hours starting at three pm. I liked that time, not too many customers, the night shift just starting to come in, a little too early for the dinner crowd but the lunch crowd gone. Since most of the customers tended to come in about the same time of day or night, I even knew a couple of the regulars, at least to nod at as I came in. They knew me and knew better than to hit on me as I set up my laptop and books in the corner booth.
 
Name: Jack Napier
Age: 35
Profession: High priced lawyer at the local big firm. Generaly comes here to unwind after a long case.

Appearence: 6'2", and tall, with red hair, and green eyes. Wearing a beighe suit, and black tie.

IC:

Jack entered the strip club from the main entrance, making his way to his prefered spot next to the stage, and ordering a martini off of one of the girls, as he sat down to enjoy some entertainment. Maybe he'd even get lucky today.
 
Autumn bit her lower lip nervously as she regarded her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her friends had all but dared her to do this, and now that she was here, she was having second thoughts. She'd had a glimpse of some of the other dancers out on stage, and they were beautiful. Exotic. Enticing. Her friends had assured her that she was just as sexy as any of those dancers, but now she was wondering if they'd manipulated her.

"Of course they did," she said under her breath. "Which is precisely why you're gonna go through with this, babe. And there's some good money to be made at it too."

Autumn took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, adjusted her blouse so that a bit of her ample cleavage was showing and a hint of red bra strap showed on one shoulder. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her tight ass, trapped as it was in the short black miniskirt. The tattoo of the coiled roses on the small of her back greeted her, visible in the strip of bare flesh between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her blouse. Back to the front; pearl navel ring glinting in the middle of her bare midriff, fingernails nice and red, makeup all in place. It was now or never.

She stepped back out into the club and looked around, then stepped up to the bar.

"Get'cha somethin?" the bartender asked, but Autumn shook her head and smiled.

"I'm here about the job... the call for new dancers. The ad said you were looking for a few? New dancers?" She rolled her eyes inwardly, cursing herself for the awkward introduction. "Who do I need to talk to about an interview?"
 
Dave meets Autumn

Dave smiled as he scaned the girl befor him slowly...before turning a grabing a bottle of water Dave then smiled and spoke...

Dave- here hun...take this and relax...JD's office is right behind you...he's the boss and the man you see about a job....I am sure you will do just fine...here at the Screaming Tail...we are always on the look out for new talent....

Dave smiles again and then speaks

Dave- by the way...My names Dave I'm the bartender...if you need anything give me a shout

with that Dave turns and makes his way to the stock room
 
Autumn

Autumn listened carefully as Dave answered her question. As he headed toward the stock room, she replied.

"Thanks, Dave. My name's Autumn, by the way... um. So I just knock on his door then?"

He nodded and she thanked him again. She unscrewed the lid to the bottle of water and took a drink; she kinda wished it was something stronger, something to take the edge of the butterflies in her stomach. But then again... it was probably best to be fully on your feet for an interview like this.

Autumn walked over to the door to JD's office, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Hello? Your bartender sent me over here... I'm here to interview for a job?"
 
JD meets Autumn

JD looked up from his desk....where he had been reading his newspaper...he looked the girl up and down...and smiles

JD- you've got the right place....please come in sit down...your in luck The Screaming Tail has alot of opennings right now...My names JD.....what sort of job were you hoping for

JD stands and walks out from behind his desk and moves to the couch to take a seat...while waiting for Autumn to answer
 
Autumn

Autumn shrugged. "I guess, well I suppose I'd like to be a dancer here. I've taken a lot of dance courses at school and nothing really came of it, but I really enjoyed it and I figured, well... why not make a little money doing something fun?"

She glanced nervously at the couch, wondering what JD was up to, but decided that it was best not to appear ungrateful or bashful. She crossed in front of him, adding a little extra sway to her hips as she did, and sat on the couch as well.

"I can get you a resume and all that if you'd like, Mr... Mr. JD? I wasn't really sure if I should bring any of that stuff or not. Say... if you don't mind me asking... what kind of pay does a dancer bring in at a place like this?"
 
He watched the new girl leave with only slight dissapoint. With luck, she'd be back and dancing in no time. I any case he could afford patience. After the lase case he'd worked, the boss had given him a 3 day weekend.
 
Pam Sheehan

Pam walked into the club, pausing to let her eyes make the change from the bright sunlight to the dimmer club lights. The stage was empty for the moment. Music was blaring from the speakers, as she glanced around the place. She nodded at the tall, red head that was often here in the late afternoon. She paused long enough to say hi to Dave, one of the bartenders here. There was always something about Dave that bothered Pam but she couldn't put her finger on it exactly. It was just that he always seemed to be plotting. Shrugging she asked Dave for a coke and then took the drink to the corner booth just as the lights on the stage came up and a dancer took the stage.

Setting up her laptop, she left it warming up as she went to JD's office and knocked on the door.
 
JD and Autumn

JD smiles as Autumn takes a seat

JD- yes a resume would be nice...as for what you make...that depends on how much you work...Feature dancers make $200 a week plus tips...now as a feature dancer you would have to be here for at least 3 shifts a week...partimers make $100 a week plus tips

JD smiles again and speaks...well do you have anymore questions...or are you ready for your tryout??

once again JD slowly scans Autumn...just then there was a knock on the door

JD- who could that be??....come in

the door opens and in walks....????
 
Malcolm Macdonald

Malcolm Macdonald
6' 6"
250 Pounds of Muscle
Position Applied for: Bouncer
Body Description:
Former Special forces Green Beret
tanned and muscular
Bald Head
Striking Blue Eyes
Wearing: 3 Piece Suit, hiding a concealed 357 magnum revolver at his back. Rayban Sunglasses

Malcolm knocked on Mr. Dangers door and walked in. "Excuse me Mr. Danger, but I'm here to apply for the head Bouncer job. Oh excuse me, I didn't know you had someone in here already. I will wait out in the bar for you to be done then." He turned to leave
 
Pam Sheehan

Pam was on her way to JD's office when a mountain of a man moved past her, and entered the door. She leaned against the wall to wait for JD to be free, when the man came out again and headed back down the hallway. Pam blinked and grinned, obviously the bouncer type. The only people she knew that wore sunglasses inside a building would be either a bouncer or a movie star, and while the man could be the next Stallone or similar action star, she was pretty sure he wasn't.

He moved like a cat, all muscles and attitude. She reminded him of a cop or military. She nodded to herself, yeah military. He could of course just be a steroids junkie but those guys moved differently, more like bulls pushing their way through the world. This guy had finesse. The hallway wasn't wide but he had managed to get pass her without each brushing against her blouse. She watched him turn towards the bar, enjoying the look of his back. She had always been a sucker for wide shoulders that looked like they could take on the world. They made such a good going view. She laughed at herself as she indulged in the "who is he?" game. She had no idea who he was, it didn't matter. But she still made a bet with herself that he was military, high end military. Ex- something if he was hanging around JD.

Turning away from her speculation, she knocked at the door, and entered on JD's voice. Noticing the girl, she smiled at her, then turned to JD.

"Hi, JD, sorry to bother you, I just wanted to get the week's time cards for payroll. I see you have a lot of openings you are trying to fill. Let me know their employment info when you get it."

As she waited for JD to get the cards, she turned to the girl and wished her good luck.
 
JD talks with Malcolm and Pam

JD is a little taken back by the huge man at his door...but he did need a new head boucer

Joel had moved to Windsor with Stacia...Maryia had gone out that way too...with our son.....I was going to go but I could never leave the club

Jae was MIA...and Andrew....just is not ready...so a new head bouncer is needed

JD yells back...No matter what you've got the job!!

JD- then turns to Pam....the time cards are over on the desk...if you have any questions...please go see Dave

JD pauses...then goes on....thank you Pam...without you this place would go under for sure

with a smile JD then turns His attention back to the interview
 
Malcolm

Malcolm turned to JD and smiled. "Yes sir, I will start right now, and come back later to fill out any paperwork." He left and went to the club and introduced himself to some of the other bouncers and the bartender. He got a cup of coffee, and watched the crowd at the bar.
 
Pam Sheehan

Pam grinned at JD, she had never seen him so frazzled. Apparently the changeover meant more than the usual changes. Which meant extra work for her it would seem. That was okay, she charged the businesses a flat monthly fee, and put in whatever amount of time was needed to accomplish the job, sometimes she felt guilty that she was able to do the work in such a short amount of time, but it was a very small guilt feeling, as she had put in a ton of hours when she first started up, and if any of the owners felt cheated, none had ever said so. She worked hard while she was there, she just wasn't there for long.

Grabbing the cards, she waved and headed back to the corner booth where her computer was up and ready to go. Settling into the booth, she began inputting the hours for each of the employees. She was shocked to see how many cards had FINAL WAGES written at the bottom. No wonder JD was going crazy, he had lost most of his people. When things settled down, she would ask why, but in the meantime, she better do some rearranging of her own schedule, it would appear that she was going to be putting in extra hours at the Tail to get all the new employees enrolled into their wages, benefits and tax programs.

After a while she looked up and stretched, Mr. Lawyer was still at the table he always used when he came in, not a bad looking guy, just more shark than she might have preferred. Probably went back to work after spending a couple of hours here. She always wondered if he put this time in as billable hours, but she didn't have the guts to ask him. Mr. bound to get the job Bouncer was still at the bar, drinking club soda or coffee she would bet. She had a feeling he treated his body like a shrine, at which most women would be willing to worship. He would make a wide swath through the dancers once he got going, she grinned to herself. Already he and Dave were getting cozy.

Pam wasn't sure how long she had been working, but there was a new dancer on the stage. Funny how she didn't even notice the amount of clothing they did or didn't have on after all this time. She was surprised that the regulars didn't get to that stage also. But she supposed if you were a man, it was different. Women were not exactly what Pam was turned on by, but then, lately it hadn't been anyone. Stretching once more, Pam got back to work, she was paid to work not make up silly stories about the other people.
 
Malcolm

Malcolm walked up to the lady that he had met on the way to the office, and later learned she was the accountant for the club. He smiled at her and asked if he could sit down.
 
Autumn

Autumn waited patiently as JD took care of business. Once the two of them were alone again, she smiled.

"Wow... busy place! And I assume it gets even busier once night rolls in, yeah?" She blushed, wondering if JD would take that comment the wrong way. A little flustered, she continued.

"Anyway, like I said, I can get you my resume soon; by tomorrow for sure. I just wasn't sure I'd need one. My name, by the way, is Autumn. Autumn Summers. Yeah... yeah, I know. My parents kinda got a kick out of having a daughter named after two different seasons I guess. I suppose if I start working here I'll need some sort of stage name anyway, right? How are those chosen?"

"Oh... and what kind of dances do you do here? Is it pretty much just run of the mill stuff? Or do the girls take it all off? Lap dances? I assume that it doesn't go much further beyond lap dances, yeah? Oh, and I've kinda got a tattoo. On my back. I hope that's okay, cause I don't think it'll come off." Autumn bit her lip again.

"I... I'm kinda nervous. I get chatty when I'm nervous. Maybe, if you're okay with it... maybe I should just get on with the tryout? What do I need to do?"
 
Pam Sheehan

Pam looked up when she felt the presence of someone else next to her. The maybe bouncer was standing next to her asking to sit down. She removed her glasses so she could see him clearer. Then smiled and asked if he was hired. When he affirmed her assumption, she welcomed him and handed him a variety of papers, explaining as she did that she was the closest thing to a HR person that the Tail had.

As he settled into the booth, she couldn't help noticing that he was large, very large, his shoulders seeming to take up most of his side of the table. When he removed the glasses, she was surprised to see the inensity of his blue eyes. There was more to this man than steriods.

She went over each document as she handed it to him, his tax deduction choices, benefits for health, his deduction levels and his employment forms. He wrote in block capital letters, dark, heavy, definitely military, she grinned to herself as she watched him fill in the spaces on each form.
 
JD and Autumn

JD smiled Autumn's way and turned back to her

JD- relax hun....we are pretty easy going here at The Screaming Tail...the name you use on stage is up to you....JD stops for a second....yes there are lap dances here....but the dancer is always watched by a staff member and the dancer is always in control of how farthe dance goes....customers can never touch

JD paues again....now as far as the tryout dance goes you have two choices....you can dance here for me...or wecan gooutinto the club and you can dance on one ofour two stages....sowhat will it be

JD smiles and waits for Autumn to answer
 
OOC note

Not inside the club no...meet them hit on them...pick themup and take them outside the club
 
OOC: Ehh....think I'll pass then. I was hoping for more of a 'control' relationship, which buying sex entails. I don't realy feel like hanging out at a strip club to do window shopping :p Hasta la Vista.

Getting up from his table, Jack headed for the exit, towards part unknown.
 
OOC note

You can dothat if you want...wehave had control relationships before...just makesurethe pimp is not JD....I could make up another guy...ifyou stillwant togoI willunderstand
 
OOC: I appreciate the offer, but you seem to have a direction you're going with, with reguards to this rpg, and I'd hate to disrupt that because of my own wishes. I'll just slelve this plotline until I find an appropiate place where it can find use.
 
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