The intake of one of Avé's many toys (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3384/3287874065_3fdcbf2619_m.jpg) revved, as she pulled into the valet area of Club Ecstasy. She had taken Dee out for the little adventure. It was good for her to see where her prospective "second place" would be. Once the car came to a stop, she motioned with her head, for the girl to get out. With a subtle $50 folded palm sized, Avé dropped<em>it</em>and her car keys into the employee's hand. Adding a hint of intimidation and flirtation into the mix. She came close enough to where she was looking down at the driver, their bodies only a hair's breath a part. "I trust you'll have no problems babying her." She flashed the nervous kid a charming smile, before turning on her heals. Stomping off to the door in her stiletto knee high boots.<br/><br/>She had no uncertainties that Dee would stay put. The girl knew her long enough to know better. If she was dumb enough to run, she would be laying flat, under Avé's Hummer faster than she could bat an eye lash. As they got to the door, Avé passed the line of rejects. She didn't have a platinum card<em>yet</em>. But the owner's special black business pass sufficed swimmingly for the moment. Who knew that a little piece of card stock Avé could have easily tossed out, would gain her such swift access? Or maybe it was the fact that they were two hot pieces off ass that merited their elite entry. Either way, it worked for them.<br/><br/>The strobe lights pulsated with the bass of the speakers. It was so loud, Avé could feel it passing through her body. She hated the club scene with a passion. It reminded her of that once passive life she had lead. The ignorant, and naive girl she cast off. It was a mess of reminiscence she loathed. The memories gave way to an outward expression, as her face contorted into a scowl. Still, her soft feminine features made the expression pouty, and sexy. She also hated<em>that</em>.<br/><br/>As men stepped forward to brush themselves against the two girls, Avé hooked her arm into Dee's. Keeping her as close as a lover would. It wasn't unorthodox for her, she<em>did</em>swing both ways. And at least this way, it would keep the guys from trying to touch the merchandise. They could look all they wanted, but until things were settled with Jeff, Dee would stay her squeaky clean bitch.<br/><br/>The club was fairly new and off the hook. Yet, being a creature of solitude and a workaholic, it<em>would</em>take something like promoting, to get Avé into a scene like this again. She never missed appointments, when it was profitable to her. And this way, their business didn't have to stop at the brothel. With Dee arm in arm with her, They waited at the VIP line, for Jeff Holdsworth.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Pimp.png)</div>