Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)
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				Title: <strong>Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:07:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Pleasurable Company: Madam Stars Private Office</strong></span><br><br>(http://www.bj-jiuye.com/office%20furniture.files/OFFICE1.JPG)<br><br>Anyone may post in this thread<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 00:43:25</strong>
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				Madam Star gleefully watched the screen in front of her.&nbsp; Implanted into her desk was one huge computer, custom built to stay hidden, yet always accessible.&nbsp; And what she was watching was the feed from Damien and Adems last job.&nbsp; She always enjoyed watching the goings on of her employees, and they almost never disappointed.<br><br>There was a click, and than the intercom on her phone went on.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ma'am we have a client here, a Mr.&nbsp; Jeovonni, who's here for his scheduled appointment."&nbsp; She listened to the lilting voice of her secretary, she had hired him on a whim, but had never regretted her decision to do so.&nbsp; His accent was a plus in her life, one that made her shiver in anticipation of his daily report.<br><br>"Please show him in."&nbsp; Leaning back in her desk, she blew out a breath of air, and closed her eyes.&nbsp; Meeting with the clients, wasn't necessarily her favorite part of her job, but it was a necessary one.&nbsp; When she opened her eyes again, they traveled down to the files laid out in front of her and a grin returned to her pleasant features.&nbsp; She had gone over the clients file already, and had picked out a few employees who might fit.&nbsp; But in the end it would be her "intuition" and her own judgment that will determine who is matched up with this client.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 01:32:54</strong>
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				Jaroslav entered the building, he was nicely dressed in his maroon jacket, it was tightly button, so only the neck of his black turtle neck sweater shown. The jacket reached to his knees, so it covered a good portion of his silk black slacks, the slacks wasn't baggy, but they did drape over his white winged tipped, squared toed shoes—the man was obviously ahead of the fashion, or behind, whatever the person preferred.<br><br>When he came in he noticed the eyes of the secretary freeze on him, maybe it was because they knew he was coming, or the better reason being how he entered. He didn't saunter, he didn't glide, he <em>slithered</em>; he just gave people that feel of sleazy. He was a bouncer's eye candy, they loved watching him move through out their room, he was what made women pulled up their blouse, or brush their hair onto their shoulders. No woman wanted to be left in a room with a guy like him, his stare just made them feel molested and used.<br><br>He flexed his cheap purple latex gloves, freshly pulled from the paper box he got at a market, and walked over to the counter. His eyes shifted up as he gave the man one look—not in the eyes—and that's when it began, his body was stiff as his eyes traveled to random places, but if people were to really pay attention, they'd see he wasn't searching the place, just looking at awkward things, like the edge of the counter, or the corner of the ceiling. He heard the man ask for his name, but didn't look at him.<br><br>“Jaroslav, Jeovonni.” He said with his Slovakian accent, his hands was squeaking as he kept flexing his fingers.<br><br>He listen to the man's words, but he didn't care until he was told to go in. Jaroslav walked over to the door and reached for it but the man eyed him strangely and grabbed for the door first, he ignored it and walk in, staring at the woman sitting at the desk, she was attractive, but all women were to him. Though her long dark hair was lovely, and her green eyes were very bright; he just wanted to dress her in the finest of clothing.<br><br>“Hello, I am Jaroslav.” He said, walking over to the desk, and standing pin straight; he wasn't stiff like those military man, just someone who took great pride in his posture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 02:21:10</strong>
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				The Madam looked right at him, and made a point in studying everything from his posture to the way his hands rested at his sides.&nbsp; She was a great judge of character, and took the utmost of care in sizing someone up.&nbsp; And right away she knew that this man would give her something interesting to work with. <br><br>Scooting her chair forward, she sat up straighter and motioned for the seat in front of her.<br><br>"Care to take a seat Mr. Jeovonni.&nbsp; Would you like a refreshment?&nbsp; Maybe a latte, or Perrier?"&nbsp; Her voice was kept low, and her eyes never left the client.&nbsp; <br><br>"Cye, would you please fetch me an iced vanilla latte, soy milk this time please.&nbsp; And whatever Mr. Jeovaonnie would like also."<br><br>Cye only watched, the only sign that he had heard was a slight nod of his beautiful face.&nbsp; And than his attention returned to their guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 02:41:48</strong>
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				“Perrier, yes, please.” He said.<br><br>walking over to the gestured chair and sat, Jaroslav's legs was opened wider than what any man would deem necessary, he just liked to give himself room, is all. He leveled his elbows on his thighs and placed his gloved hands over his knees, his back was still straight as a needle as his shoes was pointing forward. His eyes was no longer on the woman as they started to wander again, but he was listening, he was always listening, he just heard better when he didn't look at them. His fingers began to squeak again as he open and closed his hands, his slacks fabric bunching up some as he did this—he didn't tap his foot! No, that irritated the hell out of him, he was relaxed now, his hands a little twitchy, but there was nothing to be nervous about, so he wasn't.<br><br>This was his first time with a big company, though, he wasn't new to the brothels, but this was something well thought out, he didn't find the place, a friend on the force did, he was just assigned here, to survey the area. Let's rephrase the last sentence—no one found the place—it was just 'word on the street' stuff that floated into the ears of one of his workers, they told him and he went out on the hunt. So, a few cities, three 'cases', <em>many</em> packs of cigarettes, and two weeks later, he was here, sitting in the very office of the brothel owner herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:33:01</strong>
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				The Madam nodded at Cye, signaling that he had his orders and he should now take his leave.&nbsp; Her assistant slipped out, making sure to make a note about a separate dish filled with lemons, just in case the client wanted one added to his drink.<br><br>Star's attention only seemed to sharpen as she was left alone with the client and her expression turned to one of silent contemplation. "You don't strike me as a man who likes to adhere to the pleasantries of a conversation, so shall I get to the point?"&nbsp; She took a deep breath and her eyes, if it where possible, became even sharper; as if she where not only staring at his physical features, but his very soul.<br><br>"Why don't you tell me what you expect from the services this company can supply you?&nbsp; This seems like a very unnecessary question, but let me assure you, your answer will give me much insight into how to handle your contract."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 04:08:53</strong>
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				Jaroslav stopped his movement, he sat and thought as he contemplated on how to approached this. Truth was good, he liked truths, lies was saved for the ashamed, and the <em>very good</em>, he was one of those, but he liked telling the truth, it showed people he wasn't afraid of them, that he didn't care about their opinion of it.<br><br>“I'm sure...—” He started, turning towards her and pulling out a cigarette, “—Mind if I smoke?—” He asked but stuffed it in his mouth as he left it there, not lighting it, but keeping it wedged between his lips. “—you know very well why I'm here.” he continued his light eyes falling onto her sharp ones. “So it's really more on what services <em>you</em> expect from <em>me</em>—well, to answer your question, I don't mind what service I get; I've experienced them all, already—but what you can expect from me...” He smirked as he narrowed his eyes and stared at her fingernails, “Is very happy workers.” His smirk twitch a little at his last comment, it then left his face as it formed into a more 'business' looked; what was it, stoic?<br><br>He then flick the cigarette in his mouth as his jaw jutted out in thought, “Though, if this is something forced... if your trafficking... I might have to steal your workers from you.” He said softly.<br><br>He didn't care what business people had when they prostituted, just as long as they weren't forced, If they weren't children and/or stolen from the streets, or even their homes, he wasn't passionate about turning them back into civilization. Though he would talk about it, asked them how they felt in the situation, and if they didn't want to be there, he'd help them see that they could leave, if they couldn't, by force, he'd get them out. He was sure she knew this, it was pretty damn hard getting in, in the first place, so she was probably well informed, but it was just one thing with him; he liked women, and he liked hookers. It was just something about them, maybe he liked fixing them, he didn't know, he just liked them, so he used them like any normal client would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 05:34:59</strong>
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				The Madam smoothly pulled out an expensive looking lighter, and flipping it open a flame appeared, and she leaned forward to offer him a light.&nbsp; She watched him intently as she held the lighter, his words sinking in, but she was reading something else entirely and her eyes narrowed in slight annoyance?&nbsp; It was anyone's guess.<br><br>"Oh I'm sure you've tasted similar...products before, but let me assure you that with my employees, well let's just say that you'll never have experienced anything like them anywhere else."&nbsp; She paused a moment to let that soak in before continuing.<br><br>"And let me assure you that they are all here by choice.&nbsp; Let's be honest here, the world isn't the nicest place for people who have little to lean on.&nbsp; I offer them nice place to live, and everything else they may need, including my protection.&nbsp; And in return they are all happy and content to work for me.&nbsp; Let me assure you that they are in no way forced into this life style.&nbsp; As for you making them feel good, I never have to worry about that.&nbsp; But even if they didn't enjoy it, as in any job, they never complain."&nbsp; Her stare seemed to sharpen again before softening.<br><br>"Alright than, shall we start talking about what girls I have that would work nicely with you?"&nbsp; She slid a folder towards him with her free hand and smiled.&nbsp; the folder had a single name written on it in bold, Flora Flame.&nbsp; If he opened it than he would read a description of her personality, and her appearance(minus her unusual traits) and her preferences with male partners.&nbsp; She liked with holding their unique characteristics, liking the idea of surprising a client the most.<br><br>"I think Flora would suit you perfectly Mr. Jeovonni, what do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 06:38:17</strong>
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				Jaroslav leaned forward to let his cigarette be lit; he was still civil, he wouldn't light up unless she was comfortable with it. He didn't know where she was getting at with the 'anything like them' bit, yeah, they were different people, but they were still <em>prostitutes</em>, nothing special. Though he knew all to well of what she meant about difficult life—no, his life was great—and no, he didn't meet any tragic endings with a prostitute, no, nothing like that, it was just a job he was lured into, he slept with a few hookers, 'turned their life around' and they recommended him to a patron saint of his town's prostitutes and they hired him, later he caught the eye of the institute he now works for; it was pretty funny that he would have such a job, he was the one keeping their business good!<br><br>When she sent the file forward his eyes went quickly to the picture, he wasn't vain—no, no wait, he was vain—but that's not why that was the first thing he looked at, it was because images showed more of a person than a description; especially a description he hadn't made personally. She was a pretty thing, felt the irony in her red hair, and couldn't help but let a smirk form as he went to look at her preferences, he liked her already; sure he could deal with any other, but this one sounded pretty good. He wanted to know more about her, he wanted to ask her so many questions—she looked exotic—he wondered what her voice sounded like, but most of all, he wonder what she was doing right now—hopefully ready to bring a lot of stories to the table. He also hoped she came with nice clothing—<em>ah</em>~ he'd love that, he'd love to dress her up.<br><br>“She would indeed.” He said, bending back into his straight position. “When do we start?” He asked, they seemed pretty sophisticated, maybe there was more to this process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 07:03:17</strong>
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				The madam stared at him for a moment before smiling lightly.&nbsp; She would get to surprise him in more ways than one it seemed.<br><br>"I am glad we have come to a decision so speedily.&nbsp; As for what happens next Mr. Jeovonni, you leave.&nbsp; And a message will be sent to you with a place and a time.&nbsp; And that I am afraid is the end of this meeting."&nbsp; The madam reached over and picked up her latte to take a sip.&nbsp; The astonishing fact that no one had noticed it being placed there seemed to unfaze her.<br><br>"Feel free to finish your drink, and than Cye will proceed to see you out.&nbsp; The door opened and her assistant slipped in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 07:32:43</strong>
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				He sat back and picked up the Perrier, “What can I say, I'm an easy costumer.” He said, bringing it to his lips “I see, how unfortunate.” He said, after drinking from it, he didn't waste a beverage. He surveyed the woman in front of him, she was a curious thing, he wanted to know her story, but his intrusiveness stops there. She didn't seem like one to tell you anything, or maybe she was a liar—a good one. That was fine, he'll attempt to find out later.<br><br>“I'll be off, Madam; it was an immense pleasure.” He purred, standing, he fixed his jacket, and went to follow the Cye fellow off to the door. Going back to the natural habit of flexing his fingers, causing the cheap purple latex to squeak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 08:26:44</strong>
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				She watched him walk off, and than reached over to take back the folder that had been left there.&nbsp; She hummed to herself as she tapped the file against her desk.&nbsp; This one had seemed interesting, more so than the usuals.&nbsp; Standing up she moved towards to door and entered the main lobby.&nbsp; Cye was at his desk, typing on the small lap top on the desk.<br><br>"Here, make sure to put this file away, and schedule Mr. Jeovonni his appointment on Thursday, at 6:00 pm at the Grant."&nbsp; She left the file down in front of him and made her way to the door.<br><br>"Oh ma'am, your next appointment is in three hours with a Mrs..." He paused to look down, "A Mrs. Montevo."&nbsp; She waved her hand in acknowledgment, and stepped into the elevator.<br><br>"Thanks Cye, I'll be down to visit the staff for a moment.&nbsp; I shouldn't be too long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pleasurable Company (Madam Stars Office)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 23:05:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Maria Montevo sighed as she stared at her reflection in the rearview mirror, resigned to the fact that despite the layers of ridiculously expensive make-up, the blueish black bruise that rode high on her left cheekbone, was unfortunately still noticeable. A fresh wave of contempt infused her already embittered mind as she replayed the previous nights sexual torment at the hands of her husband.&nbsp; His crude and licentious games he was so fond of playing at her expense had taken a toll after so many years, changing her in ways she could never have anticipated.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; An annoying and high pitched honk jerked her attention to the traffic in front of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Yea,yea..I'm going...<em>jerk</em>" She proceeded through another couple intersections before getting stopped at yet another red light.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Damn." she mumbled as she checked her Rolex.&nbsp; Her frustration with the unusually heavy traffic fraying her already tense nerves even further.&nbsp; She didn't want to be late for her meeting with Madam Star , especially&nbsp; as her husband had given her only a limited amount of time to herself "for shopping and errands", leaving her with not a minute to waste.&nbsp; 
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