Welcome to Martini's - open to all

[Kathos]

Martini's is a small, highly selective, private club with a well paid staff that has a single rule - Never say no to a patron. Membership is by invitation only, and employment comes with a non disclosure agreement the NSA could be proud of.

The club doesn't look like anything special, just outside of downtown, close enough for the hardworking corporate elite to get a drink on the way home, or a few hands of poker. Or anything else they require to unwind.

The main floor is a standard upper class martini bar - cool, dim lighting, sleek modern furniture, some booths in deep alcoves. The manager is often seen greeting guests by name and assigning employees according to the tastes of the patrons, and he is a shrewd guesser.

The second floor has more private rooms, available as desired by patrons or groups thereof - billiards, poker, a top class humidor and rooms set up for cozy conferences, or whatever the patron desires. An employee, one they name specifically or chosen for them by the manager, is only a button press away, along with anything from the well stocked bar.

The basement is the domain of the owner, Mr. Benjamin Martin, and his friends - the VIPs of an already elite crowd. Mr. Martin has wide ranging tastes and fully believes that he is entitled to them all. The basement has his fantasy rooms, a piercing studio, a replica OB-GYN exam room with restraints on the exam table, his office and a large, fully functional dungeon. Mr. Martin expects his employees to keep to their tasks, and does not approve of laziness. His definition of laziness is an employee not currently serving a patron, and such an employee usually finds themselves in for a very long night in the basement, with a fresh piercing to show for it.

The employees are identified by small silver martini glass charms always displayed at thier throat and nametags. By tradition, an employee with a displayed nametag has not been claimed by any particular patron - they can be found waiting tables, tending bar, or any of the half dozen necessary tasks to keep the club functional. Once a patron selects an employee, they have one task - to keep their patron happy. Every request is met with a "Yes, sir." "Of course, ma'am" and always, always "Thank you."

OOC: This thread is open to any and all with open parts including the manager, the sadistic Mr. Martin, any patrons, as well as employees.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

I smoothed the little skirt down one more time before the doors opened, thinking about what had gotten me here. I knew Melissa worked at Martini's and I had heard some of the rumors about the place flying around campus, but let's face it, she only said the money was good and smiled at any other questions, and anyone in a position to know more certainly wasn't getting there on a part time job at 7-11, so how much of the rumors could possibly be true?

One thing they had right - the only rule management gives was to never say no. My eyes went wide after the manager siad that and turned away to find me "an appropriate outfit for my audition." Mel assured me I'd do fine, but I wasn't so sure. She's my best friend, has been since high school, but... well, we're kind of night and day. She's tall, and wild, and exotic with short black hair and deep come-hither eyes, built willowy like a model and she was always the one with half a dozen boyfriends and loving the attention.

I'm more girl next door, Alice in Wonderland. I'm curves, all the way up and down my 5'3", with long strawberry blond hair and bright blue eyes and even a few freckles. The manager commented that I looked like someone's kid sister and then proceeded to have me dress like a porn star version of one. Mel was dark and dangerous in leather, tall boots and her silver nametag clipped to her collar, right above the little Martini's charm pendant. Me? I don't think I have ever felt so small in my life - the shortest skirt I have ever worn, pleated and plaid like a schoolgirl's, with the requisite white blouse, and pigtails with ribbons, I kid you not.

I reminded myself how much I needed the money. Mel's been raking it in for months, and I have tuition to pay. Mel set a shot on the bar and whispered quickly. "Here's my rules, don't let Mr. Martin catch you without a customer, don't go in the elevator, and don't look so scared, girl, you'll do fine." She smiled with an ease I wish I felt.

The door opened and I heard the manager's voice before I saw the first patrons of the evening. "...your usual booth is available, and we have a new girl, Amy, who will be taking your orders, I think you'll like her."

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed Baker

Ed baker
Age 30
5ft 9in

Ed owns the local bank, he and his bank had part financed Ben when he’d opened the club. Ed was a regular at the club because he was unmarried and although Ben had always given him first choice on the new girls none of them had really met his requirements.

"...your usual booth is available, and we have a new girl, Amy, who will be taking your orders, I think you'll like her." Ben told him as he ushered him into the club the first visitor of the night as always.

Ed headed for his usual booth which was secluded but allowed full view of the rest of the bar, he liked to see which of his customers frequented the club giving him an insight to their worth to the bank.

The young girl that followed him into the booth, which was the only way his mind could describe her was wearing a short pleated mini skirt topped by a tight white blouse showing off her trim figure. Her blond hair was done in pigtails and red ribbons making her look like a school girl or a porn star acting like a school girl.

“I’ll have a whiskey and get yourself a drink,” Ed said to Amy as he sat down in his favourite place knowing that she would be expected to have a drink with him. This was a club where the customer was always right no matter how wrong he might be, he watched her hips swing as she walked back to the bar in heels that he thought were probably a bit higher than she was used to causing her to walk carefully.

This girl he liked but he wanted to get to know her before he asked Ben for the use of one of the rooms upstairs, he’d been impatient in the past and ended up disappointed with the girls he tried.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

She followed the man to his booth, trying not to figit nervously as he looked her up and down. He looked like money, she should have expected that, he sent her back to the bar with a simple enough request.

“I’ll have a whiskey and get yourself a drink,”

She nodded. "Yes, sir." She'd waitressed before, just not dressed like this. She got his whiskey from Mel, she'd had it ready, evidentally he was a regular. She got a second whiskey for herself, returning slowly, praying not to fall in these spindly heels. She set the drinks down on the table, hesitated for a moment, smiling nervously, and then took a seat across from him.

"Hi. I'm Amy. Mel says you know this place pretty well."

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed

“Yes Amy I do know the place well I’ve been coming here since just after it opened, from what the boss tells me you’re new here,” he replied to her question about knowing the club.

He was disappointed that she’d sat across the table from him but it did give he the opportunity to look at her face, he could see the nervousness in her eyes as he surveyed her upper body.

“I answer to Ed or Mr Baker when we’re alone like now you call me Ed if you’re speaking to Mr Martin about me you refer to me as Mr Baker. Now according to the rules of the establishment you’re my waitress unless I say other wise and the only word that’s not used is ‘NO’. but of course you understand that” he said wondering if he should just tell her to move around to his side of the table he wanted to see her legs and lower body again.

“Now I think you should come around her and let me take that Name tag off you before you tell me all about yourself and why you’re here. You do understand what it means by my taking your name tag off you?” he wanted her to tell him exactly what she thought it meant she was new and maybe it hadn’t been made plain to here.

 

[Elzeothis]

Eleta

Humming softly to herself and smiling pleasantly, Eleta was perched quietly upon her high stool behind the concierge podium – the phone at her elbow accessed only by the series of rooms behind her and her direct supervisor, the owner. Dressed in a stylishly simple ankle length wrap-around skirt and a short sleeved button-up white dress shirt, she did a brief check of her client list against her occupancy list and nodded, satisfied that everything was in its place.

Petite and thin, almost to the point of being emaciated, she needed the stool both to rest on and to make sure her heart-shaped face with its high, angled cheek bones and pointed chin was visible over the top of her little work area, positioned as it was just in front of the elevator. Today her thick, straight black hair was caught in a neat French roll against the back of her head, and it left just a curling wisp on either side of her wide, expressively dark blue eyes. Her mouth was very wide and the lips very full – and the subtle makeup she wore today was simply an enhancement that drew notice to how deeply set and heavy-lidded her eyes were beneath her finely arched eyebrows and the almost-pouty bow of her lips.

Fastened securely at the base of the column of her pale neck was the slender black leather collar with its little martini glass, and pinned over her right breast was the silvered name tag, ‘Eleta’ written out in elaborate silver script against the black background, the little angled silver glass on the corner of the tag as well. French by heritage and American by birth, she smiled brightly and snatched up her phone as it rang softly.

“Concierge desk, this is Eleta, how can I help you?” she queries brightly into the receiver, leaning forwards on her perch and smiling hugely despite the fact that no one is there to see it – because she knows it can easily be heard by the listener on the other side, and she lives to bring joy to those around her.

Eleta herself is in a long term committed relationship with a towering blonde man who she loves, worships, and adores. Eleta is also a slave in his ownership, and as an exercise in their relationship, he obtained this job at Martini’s for her – both to improve her ability to pleasure and obey in the smallest things, and to give them something titillating to talk about in their quiet moments together. Of course, as one of Ben’s best friends and a partial investor in the club, there is no worrying about his discretion.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

“Yes Amy I do know the place well I’ve been coming here since just after it opened, from what the boss tells me you’re new here.”

She nodded in response as his eyes traveled slowly down her front, she trembled a bit as she forced her self to sit straight rather than shirk away from his careful study. she felt her cheeks warm as she blushed. She'd been checked out before, but not like that, not so openly.

“Now I think you should come around her and let me take that Name tag off you before you tell me all about yourself and why you’re here. You do understand what it means by my taking your name tag off you?”

She swallowed once and slid out of her seat, standing slowly and moving to sit next to him. Al of a sudden she didn't know what to do with her hands, smoothing her skirt down and trying to lay them still in her lap.

"Of course, thank you, Ed, sir," her voice got softer and softer, her mouth going dry. "It means that you are my exclusive patron, that its my job to make you happy, sir." Her voice continued to soften and she dropped her gaze to the table. "It means I can't say no to anything you ask. It means I'm yours until you are done with me."

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed smiled as Amy nervously stood from her seat and moved around the table to sit on the curved upholstered bench seat next to him, her hands were moving as if she didn’t know what to do with them as she smoothed her skirt giving the impression that she was trying to make it longer.

“It means I can't say no to anything you ask. It means I'm yours until you are done with me." she replied to his question, from the nervousness in her voice Ed knew that she understood exactly what she was saying.

Happy with what he’d just heard Ed relaxed and took a sip of his whiskey.

“We’re going to get on just fine,” he told her. “Just one thing please stop fidgeting with your skirt remember I can have it lengthened or shortened,” he reminded her.

Ed had some more of his drink. “Each evening I normally arrive at the club within five minutes of it opening, I expect you to be here in the booth with a drink ready for both of us when I arrive. That’s your only instruction for the moment,” Ed informed her as his mind wandered trying to think of how he’d like her to dress in the future.

“Now I think its time I learnt a bit about you and why you’re working at the club” he suggested taking a sip of his drink she could get fresh drinks when she’d told him all about herself.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

At his warning she dipped her head nervously and brought her hands up, setting them on the table. She picked up her drink and sipped it, trying to buy time to organize her thoughts.

"Well, I'm Melissa's roomate, she got me the job here. She's really much more comfortable with all of this. I... Its terrible to say, but I need the money." She started blushing furiously. "There's aren't many jobs that can pay so well and still allow someone to go to school full time. I don't just want to stock up on debt...and I see Mel every day. She covered me for rent last month, I couldn't let her do that again." She had started to figit with her fingers while she talked. "There isn't really much to know about me. I go to school, majoring in literature, I have an older brother, my favorite color is green...what would you like to know?"

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed was pleased with her reply there didn’t appear to be a boyfriend to cause trouble but again he knew that Ben would have checked that before employing her at the club.

She was having trouble paying her rent was another good thing it meant that she’d try to be willing and do whatever he wanted her to do even if it was just to pay her way with Mellisa. If he liked her enough he could help her pay her rent without working at the club but that was something for the future.

He wondered how much Melissa had told her about the club, he’d used the upstairs rooms a few times with Melissa but she wasn’t his type although he’d enjoyed their encounters he was looking for something more.

“I think it’s time for another drink,” he said as he finished his glass. “Then I’ll take you for a full tour of the establishment and explain what the various rooms are used for even if Mr Martin has already shown you around it might help to see the rooms from a customers point of view,” he added looking forward to her reactions in the various rooms.

He waited for Amy to collect their glasses and go to the bar for refills.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

“I think it’s time for another drink. Then I’ll take you for a full tour of the establishment and explain what the various rooms are used for even if Mr Martin has already shown you around it might help to see the rooms from a customers point of view”

She shook her head softly. "Thank you, sir. I haven't met Mr. Martin yet, or taken a tour...I didn't get here much before opening, really. I'll be right back, sir."

She obediently stood, remembering not to play with her skirt, retrieved the glasses and went back to the bar, returning with fresh drinks and no small amount of trepidation. It was just a tour, wasn't it? She could handle that. Right? She offered a glass to Ed with a shy smile.

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed smiled as he watched Amy walk across the floor in those high heels her whole body swayed causing a bulge in his trousers fortunately she was away long enough for him to adjust himself so the bulge wasn’t so obvious.

Ed took the drink from Amy’s hand as he stood up, “Right let’s get started we’ll take our drinks with us,” he told her as he put his free arm around her waist and headed to the doors at the back of the bar area.

“Room six Melissa,” he called as they came out of the booth, that was his private room upstairs and Melissa would understand that he wanted a large bottle of champagne on ice delivered there.

“I think we’ll start down stairs,” Ed told Amy as he guided her to the stairs down, as they reached the bottom the first door they came to had a sign on it saying Mr. B. Martin Private.

“That’s Mr Martin’s office as if you couldn’t guess,” Ed said with a laugh.

 

[Elzeothis]

Eleta

“You ready girl?” came Melissa’s teasing voice, the husky tone of it making Eleta laugh gaily as she tucked the phone between her shoulder and chin.

“Sure, Liss – what can I do for you?” Eleta queried warmly, her smile growing as she imagined the tall, gorgeous woman who seemed to scream ‘sex me!’ with her come-hither gaze and the delicious wardrobe the club encouraged her to wear.

“Mr. Baker’s on his way in with our newest little number – care to hook them up?”

”Sure, no problem – the usual?” Eleta had a mental file of clients and their ‘preferences’, and even now she was jotting down how to prepare Mr. Baker’s room for his night of penultimate enjoyment with Amy.

“Uh huh – and don’t forget to give me the dish on them two! She’s my roommie and she’ll die if I even mention the littlest thing!”

Melissa and Eleta enjoyed a brief laugh together before Eleta bid her adieu and slipped off her stool – her steps graceful if hurried while she gathered up the needed ‘presents’ and quickly set room number six up for its impending use.

Humming a sweet little ditty under her breath, she slipped back onto her stool at the concierge booth, smiling hugely as she heard voices and footsteps approaching.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

He put his arm around her waist and led her to the back, to the stairs, and down. It was quieter here, darker in a way, and seemed emptier. She shivered uncomfortably, pressing closer to Ed.

The decor was still classy, and the first dark wooden door was marked with a sign, declaring it Private.

“That’s Mr Martin’s office as if you couldn’t guess.” He laughed like he was recalling a story he couldn't tell her, so she merely nodded and sipped her drink. He led her further down the hall. "Has anyone told you about the more interesting tastes Mr. Martin likes to cater to?" His smile was unreadable an his hand pressed into her waist a bit more roughly as she instictivly tried to pull away.

"No, sir, I really haven't been told anything. Mel said I'd figure it all out soon enough." She blushed as he took her to the next door.

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed opened the door and let Amy walk into what appeared at first glance to be a replica OB-GYN room. “Now this room can be a pleasure room when the patron decides that he wants to play doctor,” Ed told her with a smile.

“But it can also be used as a punishment room when the patron decides that mild punishment is required,” he added with a large smile as he looked at her.

“I’m sure you’ve seen one before, so let’s see how you look with your feet in the stirrups,” he suggested indicating that she should get onto the table.

Ed knew that once she was in position it would only take seconds to secure her in place and of course her skirt wouldn’t be covering her any more and it might make her less self conscious about the shortness of it even if he did intend that she’d take it off later.

 

[Kathos]

Amy

Amy looked around the exam room and back to Ed with alook of confusion - what was this doing in a club?

“Now this room can be a pleasure room when the patron decides that he wants to play doctor, but it can also be used as a punishment room when the patron decides that mild punishment is required.”

She blushed as understanding dawned, looking away from Ed's smile, and then shivering at the thought of what kind of punishments could take place in such a ...vulnerable position. She blushed more as she realized that the thought made her just a little aroused.

“I’m sure you’ve seen one before, so let’s see how you look with your feet in the stirrups,”

She looked to him quickly with a bit of shock, but rememered her position and mustered a smile. "Yes, sir." She slid onto the table, hesitating slightly before laying back and seating her feet in the stirrups, shifting uncomfortably as she became aware of just how exposed she was, her skirt gathering high on her hips, her legs bent and spread almost uncomfortably wide. She looked toward Ed worriedly and then gasped as he buckled the restraints in place. They weren't tight enough to hurt, but tugging against them was no use, she felt her heart race as he smiled and restrained her wrists as well. She was securely held in this exposed state, he could do anything he wanted...she felt herself blush more deeply and to her deep embarassment, a part ofher was enjoying this helplessness.

 

[cyberman2005]

Ed

"Yes, sir." and got onto the table lying back and fitting her feet into the stirrups causing her skirt to fall back to her waist and exposing her panties which she’d been trying to hide ever since they’d met.

She looked uncertain as he quickly secured her feet before securing her wrists as well she was now in a position where he could do anything he wanted without worrying as the room was sound proofed but even if anybody heard her shout for help they’d ignore it down here.

Seeing her embarrassed blush he nearly laughed out loud thinking that she should really be naked on the table ready for his enjoyment.

“Now next time you get up there you’ll be naked,” he told her. “But for now we’ll do the best we can as you’re already secured ready for the examination,” he explained to her with a big smile on his face as he saw the startled look on her face.

“Shall I begin or would you like to think about it for a few moments first?” he asked. “Of course the examination will take place either way,” he added with a grin.

Looking her over as he waited for her reply he was sure that he could see a slight damp patch forming on her panties, he hoped that he was right and that her pussy juices had started to flow in anticipation of the coming examination.

 

[GuyValentine]

Danny O'Shea
6,2" 180
25 years old
Green Eyes
Brown hair


Danny O'Shea was somewhat of a local legend. He'd grown up in the town, going to the local high school. That's where Danny's fame grew as a football star. He played varsity all 4 years as a starting receiver. Danny's talent's soon earned him the nick name "Golden Hands". After taking his team to state 4 years running, "Golden Hands" chose to forgo college and went straight into the NFL. After 5 amazing seasons with various teams, Danny's career was brought to an abrupt hault when during a playoff game his knee got blown out.

Danny's career was sunk after that. He began to spiral, drinking excseivly, doing drugs. It seemed he was on a sure fire path to self-destruction until he came back to his home town. Seeing the familiar faces of his past was an odd comfort to him, so he decided to move back full time. Danny now works there as the owner and manager of his own succesful restaraunt O'Shea's .

Danny's car pulled up outside of the club he knew to be called "Martini's". He'd heard about it from a few high powered executive types that frequented his dinning establishment. They all sang its praises and how it was just so...."relaxing." They all had laughed and winked, but Danny just didn't get it. So, he decided to check the place out for himself. He got out his car, locked it, and walked over to the doorman. Danny gave him a smile and a handshake, the doorman recognized him immediatly and ushered him inside with a loud "Golden Hands O'Shea......go on in." Danny laughed and walked inside. He was impressed at the elegant and tasteful interior. It was stylish and trendy.

Danny walked over to the podium at the front, noticing a strikingly attractive women sitting behind the desk, perched on a stool. Danny walked over and leaned against the podium.

He glanced at her name tag and smiled, "Good evening....Eleta. Is there room for one more customer?"

 

[Kathos]

Amy

“Now next time you get up there you’ll be naked,”

'Next time?' she thought worriedly, her eyes growing wider.

“Shall I begin or would you like to think about it for a few moments first?” he asked. “Of course the examination will take place either way,”

She licked her lips nervously as he waited for her answer, wiggling, partly to test the bonds and partially from ... could that be excitement? She blushed as she noticed his eyes drop to her panties...she couldn't hide, he had to know.

"I...I... um... whatever make you happy...sir," she stammered as his gaze roved her exposed form and she tried not to think about what was happening to her.

 

[Elzeothis]

Eleta

Eleta looked up, startled to see the figure that came out of the elevator wasn’t Mr. Baker and Amy but another man altogether. She was smiling warmly, of course, her eyes dancing with delight, but his tall, athletic figure caught her glance for a second time even as he leaned down onto her podium and gave her a glance from killer green eyes that made her whole body clench instinctively.

“Oh, bonjour Messier!” Eleta exclaimed brightly. Mr. Martin encouraged her to use her French and European accent on the clients as they all seemed to find it charming. Her smile growing even wider, Eleta slipped out from behind the podium and went to stand next to the man who towered over her five foot frame. “Oui, yes, of course, I am so sorry, Monsieur – O’Shea, is it not?” she queried politely, smiling and inclining her head to him politely. This guy used to be her boyfriend’s favorite football player, and they ate at his restaurant at least once a week so he could look at all the sports paraphernalia and reminisce about the ‘good old days’. Eleta flushed slightly, her eyes lowering as she tried to hide her discomfiture.

”Surely, sir, you would like to enjoy the fine bar downstairs? The manager is so adept at ensuring you get the best in private service and seeing to your every need – or maybe I can interest you in scheduling a meeting in one of our fine boardrooms or interest you in a partner for an evening’s amusement?” She tried to keep from slathering on the French accent too much – just enough to make the words throaty and give her an excuse to speak slowly and softly. It was something she had been working on for almost two years now, in Mr. Martin’s employ. While she was not a pimp, she was a concierge – a person in charge of making whatever the clients wanted, happen.

Eleta honestly didn’t know if Mr. O’Shea was a client or not – that was not her problem. Her problem, as a senior staff member at Martini’s, was to see that his every wish and desire was left sated, and he left the building with pleasure beyond reckoning and a yen to come back.

 

[GuyValentine]

Danny was slightly suprised at the women's sudden and abrupt change from docile to very helpful. He was also caught off guard by her french accent. Danny had lived in Ireland for several years in his youth, hearing every accent imaginable in that stay, and hers sounded.....off. He wondered if it was real. He didn't want to pry into it so he let it slide.

“Oui, yes, of course, I am so sorry, Monsieur – O’Shea, is it not?”

Danny nodded and smiled, extending a hand to her, "It is, but please juts call me Danny."

Danny listened as she listed off the the various features that Martini's offered him. He nodded and when he finished, "I'd love to see the bar, and you'll have a drink with me?" Danny asked her, flashing a charming smile.

 

[Elzeothis]

Eleta

Eleta laughed softly, clasping the offered hand warmly within her own.

“But of course, messier, I shall call you Danny, if you like.” Her smile was slightly titillating as she gave a warm squeeze to his palm. “And I shall be delighted to accompany you downstairs, just one minute please, sir – thank you for inviting me!” She ended with another warm smile and then leaned over the podium, pressing a button on the featureless black phone and waiting for one moment.

“Oui, this is Eleta – I am accompanying a guest to the bar. Yes, if you please. Alright then, thank you very much. Ah, non, ne s'inquiètent pas à son sujet, Danielle, merci!” Eleta hung up the phone with a smile and turned back to Danny, moving forwards to link her arm through his own.

“Bien, it is all set, messier. Shall I take you downstairs and introduce you to our manager? He is a very… accommodating man.” Her words were accompanied by a teasing wink.

 

[GuyValentine]

“And I shall be delighted to accompany you downstairs, just one minute please, sir – thank you for inviting me!”

Danny laughed slightly, "Oh no, thank you for joinin me."

Danny looked at Eleta impressed as she began speaking rapidly and fluidly in french. He never spoke the language so he was at a loss for what she was saying. He looked at her for a moment, "Where exactly are you from?" Danny asked as they linked arms and began walking.

Danny looked around the club as the strolled through, it seemed to be filled with middle age to older men wearing business suits.They all looked like bankers or lawyers. There were several younger men, but not many.

Then Eleta offered to introduce him to the manager of the club. Danny nodded, "Yes, i'd like that." It was always good to make friends and connections wherever you could. Danny couldn't help but feel good as he walked with this beautiful women on his arm.

 

[Elzeothis]

Eleta

“Truly, messier, I insist – it is my pleasure, an honor you do me to drag me away from my phone and stool. Very rarely is it that I am fortunate enough to spend more time in the club.” Her voice was low and warm, her head tilting towards his arm as they walked. The top of her sleek dark head almost, but not quite, brushed against the top of his arm as she leaned closer to him for an instant. They wended their way slowly but surely through the crowd that thickened subtly in the downstairs bar, and there were soon just as many beautiful Martini’s employees as patrons; each girl with an individual image, attitude and figure. One of the patrons noted Eleta with a smile and moved to come towards her, but her attention was fixated on the broad-shouldered man beside her, and she moved on, oblivious.

"Where exactly are you from?" asked the towering hunk of muscle and power beside her. Eleta flushed slightly, but turned to offer him a sideways smile.

“Oh, you noticed, oui?” She laughed softly at herself. “I will tell you a secret that no other patron here knows, messier. I am Bostonian by birth, but I come from a line of pure French women – we pride ourselves on not speaking English in our home. Regardless, I know my French accent is not truly dead on, but sometimes it makes me more appealing to the clients.” Eleta shrugged one slender shoulder and turned to give Danny a level look as they approached the manager’s podium. “It does not upset you, does it? The truth, I mean – if so, I apologize, and will be happy to speak however pleases you best.” Her smile was warm and honest as the manager quickly stepped over, and Eleta fell silent – slipping backwards a bit and becoming a silent accessory at his side as the manager intervened.

After an effusive, jovial welcome, the manager informed Mr. O’Shea that while he was not an active member, he was welcome to join at any time. The manager promised to have the pertinent information mailed immediately to his home address and offered him the opportunity to partake in the clubs amenities for the evening. He asked a few simple, cordial questions about what meals and drinks Danny preferred, and then smiled, jotting it into a little pocket computer while nodding in understanding. He questioned Danny briefly on how he felt about his restaurant, and meanwhile gave Eleta a subtle hand signal to which she immediately bowed her head.

“Well, we are absolutely thrilled to have you here this evening, Mr. O’Shea – let me get you folks set up with a table and then Eleta here will be happy to bring you anything from the bar or kitchen you’d like. If you have any questions or concerns, simply speak to Eleta, as she will do her utmost to answer or resolve them, alright?”

 

[GuyValentine]

I know my French accent is not truly dead on, but sometimes it makes me more appealing to the clients.”

Danny smiled at her, "It's working for you." They continued to walk through the club, on their way to meet the proprieter. Danny was eager to meet the man that put up such an enticing and lucrative club. He was always looking for a few pointers on how to better the business. Having no real formal education Danny spent most of the time just.....winging it.

Eleta then asked if the accent offended him, "On the contrary. I find it....excitnig. Very exotic." Danny conceded. It was true he didn't know why, but the women's accent got to him.

Suddenly they were approached by a friendly man with a firm hand-shake and a hospitable manner. He was introduced as the manager. For some time Danny and the manager exchanged pleasentries about business, the city, Danny's restaraunt, and his former football career. After a while the manager left their company and he turned back to Eleta who had fallen silent by the wayside.

"Interesting man, I liked him. But what say we get a drink now, Eleta?" Danny cocked an eyebrow as he made the suggestion.