<b>Re: !!!THE BUNKER: Sex &amp; Fetish Club!!! (NOW OPEN!)</b><br/><br/><b>Jason shut the door of his car that he parked on the street above his workplace. He had been working here for about 6 months as the new manager and he had to admit; it was the best job he had ever had in his life. To mix love with work was the best thing anyone could ever think of. Nevertheless, all this thought stop him from walking and when he came to he locked his Nissan 350Z and walked quickly over to where the long staircase was. Walking thorugh the iron clad door and down the stairs he looked around to see who was there at the moment. The only person he saw was the large man who was his boss, the only one over him in the place. <br/>
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Unlike Viktor, Jason was only six foot and had a lithe athletic build, no real noticable muscle, but he could best anyone that didn't work out on a daily basis. Along with the physique, there was quite a difference in age between the two. Jason being 28 had just came into the age where you actually start making correct choices, and the first sign of that was getting this job, which paid quite lucratively. Jason usually always wore casual clothes to other places, but when he was here something changed. Instead of the usual t-shirt jean combo, he wore a long guncoat; complete with holsters for weapons if he was serious to pack some. For pants he wore heavy cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt to show off the build that he did have. All of which wear black of course except for a tattoo of fire over his right hand in somewhat bloody color. On his head, he shaved all but a slim goatee upon his chin and wore colored contact which were blood red. <br/>
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Turning to his surperior he waved a hand. "Good evening...Viktor." Jason greeted darkly.</b>