<div class="floatleft">(http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xWA8nPM6Nk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o6QRVVMyj2Q/s512-c/photo.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Magdalena Villemont<br/><strong> Location:</strong>Manhattan Apartments<br/><strong> Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>“I remember my first time with a man, but don’t we all<em>ma petite</em>.”<br/><br/>The words were spoken with a sultry tongue and an accent both familiar and exotic.  A crooning of sorts as the words emerged with the seductive touch of the French language, but mixed in a more colloquial fashion with the southern intricacies.  Those words were spoken from painted lips and originated from a delicate throat that was beset with a thin line of diamond jewelry.  Beneath the candle light those diamonds glittered against the dark flesh of the woman, their  end coming to a tear drop diamond that fell between darkened cleavage.  The intention was clear with their placement, yet she did not sink so low as to set the mounds on open display.  Instead the gown she wore tastefully came upward as if to protect her modesty while also directing attention.  Red was the color of the dress that draped across her body like a familiar lover.  Somewhere to the side a man poured drinks for one.<br/><br/>“He was a southern gentleman, a true creature of the South.  So gentle and endearing.  I knew that I had been lucky he was the one called to my bedroom.”<br/><br/>Across from the speaker sat another woman dressed in near stark contrast.  Gone were the elegant trappings of confidence and classical upbringing.  Tear stained massacre stained young cheek still flush with the pink of youth.  A tight dress of black showed off the advantages of youthful beauty and open sexuality.  Cheap jewelry of bangles and crystal shined over white flesh.  The girl might have been a beauty in other circumstances but her confidence was robbed and the hard life of the streets had taken their toll.  Her words stammered out in an accent that showed she was painfully from the Midwest of the United States.<br/><br/>“I…I…real sorry ma’am…I..just couldn’t.  My father…what if he saw them..what if…”<br/><br/>A single tumbler glass was set before the one.  Amber liquid rolled to a stop before her but such simple beauty and motion would go unappreciated.  Magdalena doubted the woman even tasted the balance of flavors held inside the expensive glass of brandy.  Such a loss both in potential and alcohol was her thought before she continued.<br/><br/>“I understand<em>ma petite</em>, truly I do.  Times are different now and you are just<em>une enfant</em>.  I know this now, but money has changed hands.  Money that you can earn back for me tonight.  Do this for me and our debts are settled, please this client for me and all is forgiven.”<br/><br/>“I will…I promise!”<br/><br/>Almost as an afterthought the woman grasped the glass once again to drain even the last drop of liquid.  Courage mixed into a glass for the young.<br/><br/>“Can I go home after tonight?”<br/><br/>A warm smile decorated painted lips now.  Motherly in nature and gentle in presentation.  Long fingers touched a clutch of alligator flesh stained white.  Her body, long and slender inside the trapping of her gown stood to full height which might have been intimidating at one time.  Yet the intimidation now came from the predatory nature of her gaze and the familiar way her finger traced the jawline of the other woman with impunity.  Softly then the palm extended to touch the warmth of life still radiating from the other’s flesh.  Then she brushed back the dyed blonde hair of the girl, a simple brush of owner to pet.<br/><br/>“Of course<em>ma petite</em>.  Tonight you will certainly go home.”<br/><br/>There was a hard swallow from the girl.  Nervously she looked to wear the bar had been.  Around her were all the trappings of a lavish apartment reserved on the upper levels of a New York tower.  Yet the bar tender was no longer there and the room seemed suddenly cold despite the crackling fire.<br/><br/>“Is he..will he be kind like yours?  Will he be a southern gentleman for me?”<br/><br/>There was hope in those words and reflected across baby blue eyes.  Those eyes shimmered with the face of a woman bearing a much darker visage.<br/><br/>“No, he will not.”<br/><br/>Without another words the door was opened to the apartment and Magdalena stepped from the scene that would play out behind her.  A moment passed as the door was left ajar and a shadow moved past the elegant figure.  There was a whisper from her lips while she looked down to inspect the time on her cellular phone.<br/><br/>“Jacob do not make a mess of things this time.  I have other clients.”  Without a sound there was a click of the door behind her locking.  Magdalena did not expect to hear the screams as this room was well suited for the task at hand.  Besides she was already to the elevator as she had an appointment to keep and new members to meet.  The car would be waiting for her at the bottom of the elevators, her eyes not even registering the doorman that made sure she could seamlessly slide into the backseat of the Lexus.  "The Bronx tonight Fredrick.  Don't make too much of a rush out of the trip, no need to be on time for this event."<br/>