The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy
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				Title: <strong>The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 02:07:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i40.tinypic.com/2ahie5j.jpg)<br><br><em>The IT club of this season is club Ecstasy, a mix of socializing, clubbing, a pool and a complete VIP section.<br>After passing through the bouncer if you are hot enough to be admitted in. you could chose to sit and have drinks with your people or go to your right where the dance floor is.&nbsp; Not just anybody could enter the VIP section. A very private and exclusive part of the club. If you were a member of the VIP section, you&nbsp; simply have to show your platinum card which you pay a weekly fee on before entering.<br>Extra classy rooms with beds and Jacuzzi for special private parties and anything ells you could wish for.<br><br><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Welcome to Club Ecstasy<br></strong></span><br>the club to be at if you ARE somebody</em></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 04:01:27</strong>
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				Zack walked up to the door of the club after a very long night.&nbsp; He hadn't wanted to do the 'favor' for his friend.&nbsp; Perhaps he shouldn't have, but there was no changing it now.&nbsp; With a nod to the bouncer he walked in, he always talked to whoever was at the door normally, he got to know them.&nbsp; They usually had a good amount in common.&nbsp; But tonight he was in no mood to talk to anyone.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking up to the bar he found himself a seat and waited until the bartender came up to him.&nbsp; "Gimme the cheapest scotch you got."&nbsp; After the drink was poured he grabbed the bottle as the man behind the bar started to pull it away.&nbsp; "Leave it."&nbsp; He said as he threw two hundred dollar bills on the table.&nbsp; "Gimme another to."&nbsp; He said rather shortly.<br>"I can't."&nbsp; Said the young bartender. <br>"Don't worry, there are exceptions for me."&nbsp; He was growing tired of this kid.&nbsp; He was obviously new, and it was annoying.&nbsp; But just as he was thinking that a call would have to be made another bartender walked over and apologized, as he pulled him away.<br><br>Zack swallowed down the glass instantly, pouring another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 04:32:55</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 05:04:11</strong>
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				Dee couldn't help but be intimidated by the big, silver hummer. She could hardly recollect her life before Ave had taken her in, but she didn't ever remember any vehicle being that big. The beautiful, brown haired doe-eyed girl clung to Ave's side as they exited the truck, and she needed help even reaching the sidebar. As she swung out of her seat, her short-cut dress rode up, giving Ave a nice view of what her virgin pet had to offer. The dominating woman said to her earlier, "We're going to the club, wear something sexy," so Dee went through all of the clothes she had never worn, trying to find something. In the end, she pulled out a short, dark silver dress that almost matched the car they were in. She had worn a bra, but she neglected any panties or even a g-string, but Ave didn't seem to mind.<br><br>She blushed as Ave helped her down, and didn't stray more than a foot from her lady as they walked to the club. There were a lot of guys here, and they stared at her expectantly. Dee had become used to such looks, but she was still uncomfortable under such scrutiny, so she hooked her arm obediently into Ave's and rested her head on the woman's shoulder. Dee would do anything for Ave; if the woman asked her to squat right there in the club and piss on the floor, she would only smile and do as she was asked. It was only Ave's word that spared her from the big, sweaty men who pushed all around her, and she was so brave and didn't even cry out when one liberal person reached out to give her firm breasts a squeeze through the shiny material of her dress. Dee is a ho, and it was only a matter of time before one touch lead to another, and another... Ave could not protect her forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 10:40:59</strong>
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				In a public setting like Ecstasy, Avé was a sitting duck to the watchers. They could have been anywhere and anyone. Standing around like an idiot for the owner was testing her impatient, unstable temperament, to the point of complacency. Her phone came out of the skin tight D&amp;B jeans she was wearing. Her thumb hit the '2' on her speed dial. Her free arm folded to wrap around her midsection, as the fingers drummed at the curvature of her torso. Avé's eyes rolled as she listened to the song her sister had picked for Avé's custom dial that took the place of a boring old ringing noise. <br><br><div align="center"><em>'I'm boss-eh. I'm the bitch y'all love to hate. <br>I'm the chick that's raisin' stakes.<br>I told young stunna he should switch to bass. <br>I'm back wit the eight-oh-eight, <br>cause I'm boss-eh.'</em></div><br>No one answered, after all of that! Avé couldn't hide the laughter that got stuck in her throat, as her annoyed tone spared Mirabelle's ear and went straight to her sister's voice mailbox. "Mira...what the fuck?" She left a pause there to let her sister know that that was her, shaking her head. "The owner hasn't made an appearance yet. And it's been, oh-almost twenty minutes. If he's not here in ten...we're out of here." <br><br>She hit the red key on her phone's touch pad and walked over to the bar. Dragging Dee with her. "I need a drink goddammit." She said out loud to no one in particular. She settled on a bar stool two seats away from the only other person there. The club seemed to have a whole lot of bars planted along the path wayward to the pool. Cautiously, Avé made sure Dee was on the averted side of her. It was a protective force of habit. <br><br>When the bartender pointed to Avé, indicating an order, she gave grinned. "Yeah, two jack and cokes." It was easier to get away with things when you were a girl. Rarely, did anyone ask for ID. Since they had slipped passed the cashier out front, Dee had no underage ban or stamp on her. If only her professional endeavors could have gone so smoothly. She paid and tipped him nicely, as she did with the valet. Then turned her back and slipped Dee her poison. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Pimp.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 10:53:22</strong>
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				She politely ignored Ave as her mistress yelled into the phone at her sister... Well, if she was totally ignoring the chatter, she wouldn't have known who Ave was talking to. Nevertheless, she was half-dragged towards the bar, and was greatly relieved when she sat on the far end of Ave, away from any guy who might get flirtatious, although not being able to sit down probably wouldn't stop them.<br><br>She sat contentedly while Ave ordered two drinks. Two. She didn't realize that one was meant for her until her mistress pushed the dark liquid towards her. She had never really drank before... The old times were a blur in her head, all she could really remember vividly was being tied to a bed and crying in Ave's arms. And the rape, but Ave told her to forget about that, so she tried her best. She didn't know what it was like to be drunk, but then Dee realized she had been worse than drunk before. They had addicted her to Oxycodone while she was tied to that bed for so many months, drugging her and brainwashing her, and she remembered a man's hands on her body but she knew she was still a virgin. They used the Oxy so that it didn't leave needle marks, but Dee sometimes found herself wishing for one of those little pills. Sometimes it was just so much easier to live life when you were passed out on the floor.<br><br>She took the drink gingerly in her hand and raised it to her mouth, and took a small sip. It didn't taste bad, but she drank it for the sake of Ave. She would have swallowed straight Vodka and not even grimaced if that's what Ave wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 11:20:48</strong>
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				Avé wasn't such a bad pimp. She treated her "domestics" rather well, in her opinion. On "downtime" they went out shopping and was able to spend the cut of their earnings as they pleased. Mostly on superficial things that would make them more money. It was one of the first things she instilled in her ho's when she broke them in. 'What can you do for me?' was Avé favorite question as she beat the crap out of them. And until she heard the right words, or they keeled over and knocked out, she wouldn't stop. <br><br>People in general irritated Avé. So she was choosy with the pieces of ass that came her way. She had done such work on them, that it left her satisfied with their presence, for a time. Especially Dee. There was something about the little chiquita that made her likable. It was even before she showed her act of loyalty, that Avé settled on taking her under her wing. And tonight, it <em>almost</em>, <em>briefly</em>, felt like just another night out with a girlfriend. An underage one. "Cheers, you lucky bitch." She clinked her glass with Dee's and swigged the dainty glass clear of it's contents. <br><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Pimp.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 12:00:24</strong>
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				Dee had taken a sip before Ave offered a toast... thankfully, her mistress didn't mind so much, and the girl drank the whole glass in imitation of her friend. It was hard to tell from the first sip, but the syrupy drink burned going down her throat, and she was proud of the composure she kept to not spit it back up. Dee even managed a smile as she clinked the glass onto the bar and smiled to Ave. "That was good," she lied to please her mistress. Dee shifted in her stool anxiously, wondering if Ave would make her drink another one. She would do it of course, but Dee was not sure how her mistress might act around her when she was drunk.<br><br>"Do you want to dance?" She asked. In the hummer, Ave reminded her to act normal, and for fucks sake, don't call me Ma'am or mistress. Those exact words, Dee remembered. She looked around, and saw a lot of other people dancing... It was only normal to ask, although she was sure Ave would say know. She didn't mind; Dee didn't really know how to dance, but it seemed like the right thing to ask. In truth, after sitting there for a moment, the thought of another drink sounded very good. She licked her lips, staring at the empty glass, trying not to be too obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 12:19:40</strong>
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				As Avé-Maria watched her bitch down that sucker, she waved the bartender over again. "Another?" He asked. "Only if you super size them." Avé tapped her hand impatiently on the bar. "Heavyweights. You should have said something in the beginning." The bartender winked. Avé gave a placid response and watched that he didn't try to sneak some GHB in their glasses. His hands were busy doing one thing, while his eyes did precisely another. "You two here alone?" he prodded. "No." She quirked a brow at him. Delivering a 'pfft' noise. "We're here with each <em>other</em>. She my ho." <br><br>The plastered grin he manifested made Avé feel cheap, and his lingering presence was bugging the hell out of her. She just wanted a motherfucking drink! "I'm here to see your <em>boss</em>. My company is seeking to invest in the club...and I may very well be <em>your</em> boss one day." It was kind of a lie, but she was very convincing. It seemed, too convincing. The bartender's eyes went shifty as he set down the girls' new Jack and coke-in-a-mug. "That's cool...I guess." Was all he could say thereafter.<br><br>"Here, have another. You don't enjoy yourself this often." Mid sip, Avé shook her head. "I don't do clubs. They're raunchy and disgusting. A fucking meat market. "And it wouldn't look good if what's-his-face came to greet us, and found us messing around instead." Avé tended to over share where Dee was concerned. Yet nothing that came out of her mouth was usually things that could have been classified as 'secret.'&nbsp; <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Pimp.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 12:31:18</strong>
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				Dee silently played the game of 'listen but don't acknowledge' as Ave argued with the bartender. Another Jack and coke was set before her, this cup perhaps three times the size of the former one. The tall, dark drink intimidated her, and when she picked it up to bring it to her lips, it felt so heavy, like she might drop it. Like a good ho, she drank, maybe a bit too much with that first gulp, and she coughed a bit as she lowered the glass and set it back on the bar. When she cleared out her pipes, she took the glass up to try again. It went down much smoother this time, and Dee decided she really, really liked the taste now. She downed the entire glass before Ave could finish half of hers, and she clinked it down on the bar with a smile. "That's really good," she said.<br><br>The discussion about dancing over, she smiled like a good girl and said nothing. Her leg became restless, sitting on the stool, and she bobbed it up and down, in mocking imitation of a drummer hitting the bass pedal. Dee was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, although she didn't feel quite drunk, not yet. Her hands absently went to her hips and she smoothed out the dress. It was cut so low, she must have been getting a lot of stares, but her head was growing lighter as the alcohol settled in on her, and she really didn't mind the stares, although there was really only one person she cared about in the room. "Do you like my dress, Ave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 17:18:18</strong>
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				Zack was growing very annoyed by the confrontation happening a few feet away from him, not that he could do much in his present state.&nbsp; But none the less he had to do something to get that bartender to shut up.&nbsp; It was beginning to ruin his stupor.&nbsp; Picking up his first bottle he took note that it was close to being empty.&nbsp; Standing he managed to grab the unopened bottle and walk, well almost more of a wobble, over to the women.&nbsp; Setting down the bottle next to the loud one he nodded slightly before speaking.&nbsp; "Ehhnnjyouy"&nbsp; He said through his slur, before climbing onto the bar and hopping over to the surprise of the newly employed worker.&nbsp; With a smile he faced him.&nbsp; <br>"Yous... You,&nbsp; sreailly needs...to learn jushwen to shusts da FUCK up."&nbsp; He said poking him pointedly in the chest.&nbsp; Seeing the bartender back up and slowly grasp the neck to a bottle he couldn't help but laugh.&nbsp; Pulling out his switchblade he managed to spit out.&nbsp; "Nuh uh.. Rock beats... No wait, I mhean Skisshors beatchs uh... Bottle."&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly one of the bouncers who had gone inside to make sure there weren't any problems spotted him, luckily they were rather good friends, and the man ran over.&nbsp; Apologizing to the ladies he pulled the bartender away and gave Zach a stern look as he grabbed his wrist slowly, taking the four inch knife from him.&nbsp; And then slowly hoisted Zach over his shoulder and carrying him out.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 18:51:23</strong>
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				Ricardo despised clubs, mostly due to the horrendous noise pollution that passed on as music. He could hear the annoying repetitive bass from down the block, getting louder and more annoying with every approaching step. A smile curled across his lips as he saw the long line of people dying to get in, the bouncers doing a fine job of keeping the rabble out. Luckily for the bouncer on duty, he knew "the boss's" face and knew to let him in without acknowledgment.&nbsp; Jeff was the boss of Club E, a well placed and qualified man to run the show, the perfect establishment to run Masterarm's product to its patrons. <br><br>Weaving around the club, he made his way to the nearest bar while en route to the back office. He thumped the bar, wrattling a few glasses to get the attention of the tender.<br>"CC Sherry Cask- unopened and a glass of ice..." <br>He waited for the bottle and glass, a set of bloody and raw knuckles reaching out to grab the bottles and glass. <br>"Put it on your boss's tab." <br>Without giving a second glance around him or back to the barkeep, he made his way to the back of the club and slipped up to the VIP section and towards the private office that had a full view of the club from above. As the thick door closed behind him, the humming sound of the electric components that fueled the club's power was music to his ears. Walking down the hallway, he found Jeff's office and walked right in. Had he been there or not, he cracked open the bottle and poured himself a drink before he started to strip down. The faster he got out of the splattered clothing the easier it would be to sever his tie with the severe beating and death of the over-zealous dealer, not that anyone would be foolish or stupid enough to come after him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 19:07:10</strong>
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				Jeff's eyes swept across the open area of the club as he left the VIP, thumbing his nose a little and straightening his shirt.&nbsp; He'd been rather... indisposed, and didn't hear that Ave-Maria had arrived with another girl.&nbsp; Hoping that her notorious impatience hadn't already taken over, he headed out through the gathered crowd, past the line of people waiting to enter the VIP.&nbsp; Idly, he wondered with a bit of amusement at why Ave hadn't just gone straight in... No one would have stopped her.<br><br>Jeff didn't see her in line, so he made his way toward the bar.&nbsp; As he approached, he rolled his eyes and shook his head.&nbsp; <em>Not again,</em> he thought.&nbsp; The tracker was going at it a little too hard, as usual.&nbsp; It was irritating, to say the least, to give someone special privileges, and then to watch as they abused them repeatedly.&nbsp; Still, Mr. Striker had only so much slack.&nbsp; He would either learn to keep his behavior under control, or he would tie his own noose.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded in approval to the bouncer as he carried Striker out, and moved toward the bar where Ave and her girl were sitting.&nbsp; "My apologies, Ave.&nbsp; Unfortunately that kind of thing does happen now and then."<br>Glancing over at the bartender, who was still sporting a rather confused expression, Jeff snapped his fingers and pointed to the bar in front of him.&nbsp; Clearly, the bartender understood, and he nodded before walking away.&nbsp; "I was a little busy when you arrived," Jeff said casually, looking only at Ave.&nbsp; "I hope you're still up for discussing some business.&nbsp; I'm sure it will be well worth both our time."<br><br>The bartender returned with a drink that looked very similar to Ave's, although perhaps a bit lighter in color, and Jeff gave him a small nod before taking it from the bar.&nbsp; "If you would, follow me to my office?&nbsp; It's much quieter."&nbsp; He offered a hand to her as he spoke, moving to lead them back toward the VIP section.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 20:43:33</strong>
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				Avé watched Dee guzzle that giant glass of Jack, knowing the girl wasn't a drinker. Hell, she was only eighteen. 'May I shouldn't have let her drink.' But it's not like she was her mother either. So while her concern meddled in her subconscious, it just as quickly was killed off by her paranoia around so many people. <em>"Do you like my dress?"</em> Avé heard Dee call out, as her eyes shifted around the place. "It's flashy, and skimpy-of course I like it. And if I didn't, I would have made you change. And the fact that you're not wearing any underwear is a nice touch." She winked at Dee.<br><br>Her attention was quickly averted to the douche sitting at the bar with them. It seemed that he was just as irritated at the bartender as she was. But getting stupid, and telling him to 'Shut the fuck up' was a feat too big for his britches. Avé watched him pull out his knife and didn't flinch. It was kind of entertaining. It was like watching a nerd in high school trying to threaten the big jocks. The club wasn't going to let anything happen to one of their employees. Yet, Avé was interested to see how long it would take. There were cameras everywhere, but hardly a bouncer in sight. <br><br>"Drunk asshole." She smiled as the ranter was carried out. "Never fuck a guy who can't handle his liquor Dee." She wagged a finger at her semi joke. As if the girl had a choice. Coming down the way was the infamous Mr. H. Apologizing for the " drunkass' " behavior. "There was no blood." Her way of saying, 'Don't worry about it.' "It was amusing if anything." She stood from her bar stood and greeted the club owner with double cheek kisses.<br><br><em>"I was a little busy when you arrived. I hope you're still up for discussing some business. I'm sure it will be well worth both our time."</em> He did look sincere. So, Avé put on her 'understanding' expression and nodded. Even though not twenty minutes earlier she was ready to bolt when he was nowhere to be found. "Don't give it a second thought. My business associates and I were anticipating this meeting for some time now. Thank you...for taking time out of your busy schedule." It was like lines in a script. Mira wanted her to be the studious rep. She could at least fake it to a point.&nbsp; <em>"If you would, follow me to my office? It's much quieter." </em> Avé entwined her hand in Dee's and asked Jeff to lead the way. Introductions would happen as soon as they were behind closed doors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 21:26:36</strong>
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				The bouncer carried Zack out the employee entrance, setting him on his feet.&nbsp; "Thanks, I didn't feel like listening to that prick trying to pick up girls while he worked."&nbsp; Zack said sounding amazingly sober, handing the bouncer two hundred dollar bill from his pocket.&nbsp; "Just as long as you don't tell anyone that I was only a little buzzed."&nbsp; He said with a wink before looking around the parking lot.&nbsp; "So uh, which car is his?"&nbsp; He said pulling out another hundred, hoping it would be sufficient since it was the last of the money on him.&nbsp; <br>"Uh, sure."&nbsp; The bouncer said with a weak smile, as he nodded towards a flashy convertible.&nbsp; Grabbing the bill from his hand he returned the knife and walked back into the club.<br><br>With a smile Zack walked over towards it.&nbsp; "Time for some fun."&nbsp; He couldn't help but say it out loud as he flipped his knife open.&nbsp; Slowly he circled the car, stabbing each tire as he went.&nbsp; Still not feeling satisfied he looked down at the hood of the car.&nbsp; "Nice ornament."&nbsp; He said before ripping the little silver jaguar off the hood.&nbsp; He knew he was pushing his luck again tonight.&nbsp; Jeff didn't like it when people made scenes in his club.&nbsp; With a shrug he started walking away.&nbsp; An evil grin crept across his face after only a few feet.&nbsp; Spinning around he whipped the little figure straight at the windshield leaving a nice spider webbed crack in the middle.&nbsp; <br><br>The night was still young though, and he didn't have any work at the moment.&nbsp; Jeff would be overly pissed if he had gone back in, not that it mattered.&nbsp; He wasn't in charge, and Zack had enough connections with illegitimate business men that even if someone were to try something, he'd be able to disappear.<br><br>Walking around to valet parking lot he found his motorcycle, and hopped on.&nbsp; Speeding past a valet as he began to yell.&nbsp; Perhaps there'd be some news about his job from earlier, perhaps he should check out a police scanner.&nbsp; Then again, maybe he should just get off the streets, he did still feel a bit intoxicated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 01:15:07</strong>
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				The news of Tommy's death had hit Ellie and her family like a bomb. Her parents were devastated, always hoping that their prodigal son would come back home. Ellie had lost her only sibling, and best friend. She kept hoping that she could get him into rehab, but now it was too late. The call had come late, and Ellie had rushed to the apartment he owned to gather personal items and see what the police knew. They said that it was over drugs, and that there was little they could do. That wasn't good enough for Ellie, and she planned to do more. <br><br>Tommy's, or "Spider's," apartment was disgusting. He had always been messy, but finding all the drugs and various accessories made Ellie almost sick to her stomach. She had never gotten into that, and she never planned to. Heck, she was even a lightweight when it came to alcohol. The only things that she grabbed were family photos, his laptop and a blanket that she had made for him in junior high. She managed to make it through that without crying, but she went to her hotel room that night and sobbed pitifully. Her parents just couldn't bear to come and see their son's final remains, so she identified the body...although it was difficult...and vomited afterward. <br><br>All this made her determined to figure out something. The rage at his death was enormous, and she wanted to find the killer. No matter if it was drugs, that didn't matter. Tommy was still a young man who could have had a bright future, and now he was dead. She wouldn't stand for that. They would pay.<br><br><hr><br>She had asked various police officers and neighbors about where she could get information, and they had suggested Club Ecstasy. It really wasn't her kind of scene, but she was naively fearless, and it seemed like the best lead. She put on a red dress and black heels, trying to look as sophisticated as she could. It wouldn't do to look like a country bumpkin, although she couldn't quite pass off as a city girl yet. Her red curls were loose and down her back, and her pale skin was even more pale under the club lighting. She arrived and managed to get in by a few eyelash flutters at the bouncer and an innocent smile or two. Once she was in, she went to the bar and decided to start there. She began showing the most recent photo she had of Tommy around and seeing if anyone knew him. Unfortunately, no one had, and she was beginning to wonder if this was all a big mistake.<br><br>Her Dress (http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16380248_60_b?$detailmain$)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 04:20:34</strong>
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				Leading them both back the way they had come, Jeff made sure not to outpace them as the place was thick with bodies.&nbsp; As the music was still thumping and pounding around them, contained and amplified in the enclosed space of the club, it was a task to hear anything in particular.&nbsp; Occasionally someone would pull Jeff aside as they walked, leaning in to speak to him and smiling.&nbsp; Most of them took note of the beautiful women that were walking arm in arm behind him however, and moved on quickly.&nbsp; Those that didn't were quickly brushed aside, and soon they were moving past the line for the VIP section.&nbsp; <br><br>It hadn't gotten any shorter whatsoever, although the faces were new.&nbsp; That is, if any of the faces were ever truly new; after a certain point for Jeff, they had all begun to look the same.&nbsp; On a good day, it was amusing.&nbsp; On a bad day, it was downright irritating.&nbsp; Still, he had appearances to keep, and he gave them a fairly genuine-looking smile as he passed, leading Ave and Dee into the VIP without stopping.&nbsp; Once inside, the music quieted a little, although the ever-present bass pumped onward.&nbsp; There were fewer interruptions now, as most people were already involved in some conversation or another, but everyone took note of the trio walking quickly to the back.<br><br>An imposing, official-looking door stood at the back corner of the VIP section, and Jeff took his keys from his pocket and unlocked it.&nbsp; The heavy door opened into a hall, and he let them enter before closing the door behind them.&nbsp; Almost immediately the music was gone, only the faintest trace of it left, and the lighting was low and soft.&nbsp; Jeff laughed a little and grinned faintly.&nbsp; "Much better, right?&nbsp; My office is this way."<br><br>His door was the last on the right, and he turned the handle.&nbsp; Swinging it open wide, he smiled at Ave and waved a hand.&nbsp; "Right this way, Miss Ave.&nbsp; Feel free to sit anywhere."<br>Jeff followed in behind them, and the smile quickly left his face.&nbsp; Instead, there was a look of sudden shock as he saw Ricardo, all but naked save for his shorts and holding a highball glass of... something.&nbsp; Something brown.&nbsp; Jeff glanced to his desk, and seeing the bottle, he snorted.&nbsp; Whiskey.&nbsp; It seemed to be a theme this evening.<br><br>"Well, well.&nbsp; Good to see you again, Ricardo.&nbsp; So... is there something I can help you with?"&nbsp; Jeff moved past the two women, an eyebrow raised at Ricardo, and he picked up the bottle of whiskey, topping off his drink from the bar.&nbsp; This meeting with Ave was not going quite as planned already, and they hadn't even made introductions.&nbsp; It was beginning to stress him more than he would have liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 04:45:54</strong>
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				(http://i41.tinypic.com/ok7gnb.png) <strong>Detective Ashley Carter </strong><br><hr><br><br><br>Ashley reached the club and was amazed by the amount of people in front of the building. The club sure was flashy and made her think of a club in Las Vegas, she saw once on TV. Finding a parking spot nearby as a car leave in a hurry, she gracefully steps out of the car.<br>Deeply inhales the dusty air filled with cigarette smoke with a mix of a light extra pungent and burning addition. Ashley knew that scent very good but she wasn’t on the look for them tonight. <br>With her head tilted up high, she walks pass the complaining people in the line straight to the bouncer. He was huge and scary and immediately holds up his hand in her face, pointing the line with a wicked smile on his face. <br>As if that told her everything, she didn’t have any choice. <br>Ashley shrugged and pulled out her badge from her bag. The bouncer quickly spread his arms in defeat and allows her to enter.<br><br>The club was dim lit but she could see the pool from where she was standing. <br>She squeezed through the people until she reached at the bar and carefully scanned the place memorizing every detail of the club.<br>Let the party begin, she though and grabs he hand of the bartender that walked right in front of her.<br>He smiles surprised when he saw her and immediately called the other bartender to bring her usual. Ashley didn’t expect him to know her but she went along and gratefully accepted the glass. the bartender winked at her before returning back to his work.<br>Now that was unexpected she tough exited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 05:26:10</strong>
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				Through the maze of people loitering, and the writhing bodies of the dancers, Avé kept the pace. Making note of every thing unusual she saw. Faces she thought didn't really belong. As well as the doors and hallways they had passed on their way to Jeff's office. It was the way her crazy mind worked. Suspicious of everyone and everything. Unable to enjoy the ambiance one little bit. She had a photographic memory, even without a name. She could place a familiar face, and where she recalled them from, after years of not seeing them. <br><br>The bouncer let them through the VIP section, expressionless. The people in the elitist paradise were of a more high class stature than the party goers out front. It was like a separate club altogether. "Very nice." She said, looking around at the poolside and cabanas. Avé cared little of the uncomfortable glances she received from those that stopped Mr. Holdsworth to talk. She was taking her mental pictures. Profiling. If she wasn't in the business, she would have been a great marksman. But her features were rather noticeable, so 'pimp' would have had to do. <br><br>It seemed like a journey to Jeff's office. The heavy door gave Avé some strange vibes. But once inside, those feelings were cleared away by the appearance of a posh looking man sitting in the office chair. Half naked and drinking. Avé grinned and looked at the both of them. "Mr. Holdsworth...was this the reason you were busy? I wouldn't have guessed you to swing that way." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 06:10:27</strong>
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				Dee was always a step behind Ave as they followed Jeff through the smoke and crowd; her head was starting to throb, perhaps she had chugged the alcohol a bit fast? The bass sounded like it was going 240 BPM, and the young woman felt overwhelmed by it all, and her legs threatened to give out. When they entered the VIP room, she sighed in relief and made to sit down in one of the very comfortable-looking chairs, but Ave tugged on her arm and made it quite clear they were not stopping just there.<br><br>Dee stumbled after her mistress, satisfied that Ave didn't slap her or anything, like she did with her other ho's. The churning sensation in her stomach was starting to go away, and another drink sounded delicious at the moment. The man they were following, Jeff, opened the door to his office and ushered them in, but Dee froze in the door frame when she saw the nude man having a drink at Jeff's desk... She had two strong impulses at that moment, the first was to bolt, and the second was to ask him for a drink. She acted on neither, and clung to Ave like a cat that had just jumped from a tub of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 06:42:49</strong>
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				Ricardo could have changed and been out of the office before Jeff's arrival but he was caught up in his bottle of whiskey. Even after he had arrived, he swirled the glass in his right hand and took the entire drink in one gulp. No grimace passed through his face as he set the glass down and refilled it. <br>"I was in need of a clean suit, so I came to borrow yours. I got some whiskey on it and sent it off to the cleaners..." <br>Various sailor related tattoo decorated his arms, one his highest rank, others various accomplishments of his career in the service. <br><br>"Not since the service doll-face, a man has urges..." <br>He swiveled in the luxurious leather chair and pointed at Jeff's suit hanging on a handle, of a file cabinet. He stood up and revealed a two long dragons wrapped around an anchor of his back, various sea creatures and bright ink rounded off the canvas on his back. He slipped on the shirt and only buttoned up a few buttons before slipping on the pants. <br><br>"Forgive the interruption..."<br>Ricardo found it necessary to turn around as he tucked the bulge into his pants and zipped the pants up. Both hands fixed the creases pants and shirt until they were smooth and neat. His eyes locked on the shy female clinging to the other one, poor little thing look terrified, the emotion brought a sly grin to the corner of his lips. Filling the glass up once more, he drank it down before heading for the door and out the office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 12:41:41</strong>
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				Avé had gotten used to Dee's sudden panic attacks that sent the girl fusing into her. She stood, like an unshaken tree that had just received a baby bird to one of her branches. Her attention was on the unexplained loiterer. Avé's measurements of this "Ricardo" had her questioning Mr. H's choice in company. They both had a similar style, that was agreeable to the eye. For males and females alike. So in reality, it was believable that they could actually be friends, aside from business ventures. <br><br><em>Metrosexual</em> might have even been a statement teetering on the edge of a good description. But still too eccentric to describe how careful <em>they</em> stewed over their appearances. Or maybe even a word too dirty to describe their class of male. These men were Giorgio Armani stereotypes. The kind that liked to show off their money with the expensive cars they drove, and the young, plastic girls they spoiled. She could tell just by looking at them, that each drove a stick shift and claimed they had enough torque in their pants, to match their ride. The thought sent a devious grin across her face. <br><br>Her gaze couldn't help but lock on to Ricardo's moving form. Force of habit. His tattoos on the front of him were of the 'sea men' (I'm sorry-I love these innuendos. &lt;3) variety. Her question was answered with a vague reply. She didn't want to know anything more. Whose business was it of hers? But then he went and offended her. <em>Grrr.</em> "Doll-face is what you call a cheap hooker standing on Tenth Avenue, <em>Ricardo</em>." She snidely murmured. Never wanting anyone to deign her such an offensive pet name. Her grin turned into a cold stare.<br><br>Just about ready to write him off without an introduction, considering she might never have to see him again, Avé's impulse shifted. Ricardo's turned back made random images of familiarity swarm back into her thoughts. The chaotic, bright&nbsp; inklings covering the whole of Ricardo's back didn't have anything to do with service to the USA. It was Japanese. The kind you get when you make a deal with the devil, and he answers with spoils of organized crime. So familiar was his marking, because word on the street was that only <em>one</em> notorious man, outside of the Nippon race had the flattery of it burrowed into his skin. <br><br>"It's Avé." She curtly blurted. Knowing that he knew who <em>she</em> was, now that 'things' were clear. Whether or not Jeff could pick up on that was of no concern to the pimp. Avé was savoring the fact that she, out of the many people he supplied, finally had a face to put with the name. Fucking <em>Masterarm.</em> "Tonight's just full of nice surprises." She gave Jeff a smile of the sweet variety. Folding her arms across her body. The comment had so many meanings, all the men had to do was use their imaginations to feed their egos. <br><br>Avé lead Dee to two chairs placed in front of the office desk. Sitting. Her crossed leg wagging rhythmically to the bass thumping on the outside. The smile on her face too happy to mean anything chaste came of it. The revealing of things unseen was a glorious feeling. Avé was relishing in it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 12:53:48</strong>
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				Dee dutifully followed her mistress, unquestioning and loyal like a puppy walking off the edge of a cliff. For no real reason, when she sat down she felt a lot better about being in the office, although she did her best to not look at the man who had just dressed; her inattention to him probably made up for the leering stares she received from him. She was starting to feel a little tipsy as the alcohol finally hit her, and she caught herself with a happy smile. It was that stupid drunk grin that you got when you saw something that just made you laugh, something that was fairly nondescript and mundane when your liver wasn't jumping out of your body.<br><br>She looked over to Ave, who was in a fairly foul mood; Ave had told her why they were coming here earlier, but she had since forgotten, and she glanced from Ave to Jeff, curious as to exactly what was going to happen between them. The pet really had no motivation to care about the circumstances they were in; either way she would be sleeping at the foot of Ave's bed that night, content with herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 15:54:00</strong>
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				(http://i41.tinypic.com/ok7gnb.png) <strong>Detective Ashley Carter </strong><br><hr>Ashley stood at the bar a little longer but not much action was happening and she starts to walk direction the pool area. The club was a very nice place and she wonders if they were open during the day too. Her attention was caught by the small line in front of the building that looks like a club in the back.<br>Of course, she thought and softly tapped her forehead. This place must have a VIP room for the ones willing to spend money. How would she get in there with out a pass?<br>In here her badge had no value unless she had a searching order and that was not where she wanted to start as a detective. It would spoil everything.<br><br>Ashley pulls her dress up higher up and checks her lipstick in the tiny mirror she carries in her bag. She takes a deep breath and walks with confidence to the bouncer.<br>Maybe if she pretends to be tipsy and an easy catch he would leave her enter. She giggles loudly as she lean closer to him. <br>He was very happy to listen to what she had to offer but what surprise her was how bold and a perfect jerk he was. He told her to flash right there if she wanted to enter. <br>Just a glance at her body was all he wanted and if she really wanted to enter she would do it.<br>Ashley was furious but had to keep her cool and pretend to be a simple girl willing to do anything for a little time in the VIP section.<br>Some guys were staring at her patiently waiting for her show, the night was getting better for them but Ashley was mad. <br>How could she get herself in such predicament?<br>Slowly she pulled the sleeve from one arm lower, revealing the tender skin of her breast and doing the same with the other sleeve until both round, soft flesh greeted the bouncer. He smiled wickedly and opens the door for her to enter and not with out tapping her ass as she walk pass him. Ashley shrieks surprised but ignored the guys calling out to her and fixes back her clothes. She knew she had to keep this bouncer in her bag; he might be put to some good use. <br>Taking a last look at him she winked and continues walking inside.<br><br>Compare to the club, this place was amazingly decorated very luxurious and it just oozed wealth. They must be extremely rich or this money comes from something ells, if he didn’t own other clubs somewhere ells she though, all club owners where in the game.<br>Scanning the people already high in there senses she chuckles nervously. <br>The way they were dancing and rubbing on each other made it seem as if they where in trance. <br>Here she had to be careful; she was in the bears cave and could easily be shredded to pieces. Ashley found an empty chair near the bar that gave her clear view in the whole room and patiently took a seat before ordering some water. She joked with the bartender about feeling tipsy and water would help. Not even death she would consummate any more alcohol.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 17:38:23</strong>
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				ELLIE PRATT<br><br>(http://pics.livejournal.com/wondergirlsmn/pic/000ekax6)<br><br><br>No one seemed to have heard of Tommy Pratt, or "Spider." She could tell that some of them were drug addicts, but they must have bought from a different source...or they were too high to remember or care who sold to them. She held a glass of red wine as she perused the club and sipped slowly. She was very susceptible to alcohol, and a country girl in this area of a city was bound to get into trouble if she was drunk. Still, being in the bar and not drinking would probably make her stand out even more. She sighed and sat at a table near the back to watch. There were scantily clad women, handsome men, and jerks of all sorts. This was not her kind of place. Still, she had to find out...for her brother.<br><br>After a while, she was about ready to leave when one of the waiters stopped her. <br><br><em>"Hey, you were looking for information about a dealer?"</em><br><br>She swallowed and nodded.<br><br>"Yeah, Tommy Pra-"<br><br><em>"Whatever. I just wanted to let you know that the man who just came out of the VIP area would be one of the people to ask. Although I'd be careful, as the wrong questions are sure to get you in trouble. They call him Masterarm."</em><br><br>She looked at him strangely as he ogled her chest before walking away. Turning, she saw the man he was talking about. He seemed to be of Spanish or Italian heritage, and he was startlingly attractive. He carried power like an aura, and his confidence went into the arrogance category. She wasn't scared, but she didn't want to get into a mess with a dealer...or whoever he was.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she held the picture in her slender fingers and made her way through the crowd to "Masterarm." Flipping her red curls over her shoulders, she smiled and stood in front of him.<br><br>"Hi. I'm Ellie Pratt, and I was told you could help me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 19:17:29</strong>
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				Jeff smirked a little and rolled his eyes at Ave's insinuation, but Ricardo beat him to the punch with a reply.&nbsp; He laughed a little and turned his drink up, taking a long swallow before setting it on his desk.&nbsp; "No problem, I've got a few here anyway."<br><br>He had actually decided to forego introductions, but it was pretty amusing to watch the banter as Ricardo dressed and Ave sat down with her girl.&nbsp; Jeff moved to assume his seat at the desk, relaxing back into the wide, comfortable chair as Ricardo made a hasty exit.&nbsp; He looked Ave over with an openly appraising eye, smiling.&nbsp; She seemed rather pleased with herself, in contrast to the nervousness of the pretty thing next to her.&nbsp; He briefly wondered if she had made the connection to who Ricardo actually was.<br><br>"Yes, surprises can be fun.&nbsp; In moderation.&nbsp; We won't be having any more," Jeff replied, his voice quite a bit more serious and even than it had been.&nbsp; H leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head as he continued.&nbsp; "This place can be a little chaotic at times, but the appearance of a wide open party is sort of the idea.&nbsp; I assure you that everything runs as it should.&nbsp; I see to that personally.&nbsp; Actually, Ricardo is a large part of that as well... if you didn't know."&nbsp; He took another sip of his drink, eyeing her carefully over the rim of the tall glass before setting it back down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:53:30</strong>
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				Ricardo was digging into a pocket for a cigar, running it into his lips as he tilted his head before lighting it with the wooden match. His cheeks caved in as flares of thick smoke exited the corners of his mouth. When he heard his name, he did not look up until the end of the cigar was bright red. He took a deep breath of aged nicotine before removing it from his mouth, his stoic eyes giving her entire body a slow look over.<br>"Who you looking for again, little girl?" <br>His words were calm, three seconds after speaking a jet of thick smoke blew out of the left corner of his mouth. <br><br>He walked towards a private booth and waved the bouncer aside, it was her decision to follow him. Masterarm never replied to his street name or his birth name in public, he knew people were out to get him and to admit to his name was as foolish as pointing him out. It appeared someone had this evening, whoever it was would soon learn a viscous lesson. From his seat, he looked over to the bar and spotted a lady out of her element. She carried herself in a manner that was not fitting to the scene, same for the red head that had called him out. Lot's of women out of their element tonight, he wondered what had brought them all out. Ordering a round of his "usuals", he summoned the one at the bar and waited for the other to see which one would arrive first. The detective would recognize him, he was one of the most ruthless attorneys in the city and ran one of the most notorious practices. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 23:14:51</strong>
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				Avé knew when it was time to cut the bullshit. She wiped the smirk off her face, uncrossed her leg, and leaned onto the club owner's desk. <em>"This place can be a little chaotic at times, but the appearance of a wide open party is sort of the idea.&nbsp; I assure you that everything runs as it should.&nbsp; I see to that personally.&nbsp; Actually, Ricardo is a large part of that as well... if you didn't know."</em> Jeff informed, when Ricardo had departed. Avé rested her chin on her fist. "I can imagine." Was all she uttered. <br><br>"So, let's talk business." She paused for a few seconds before getting into her proposal. "Without our industries intertwining, there would be no such thing as an indulgent lifestyle. Our sorry asses would be set up working nine to five jobs, and hating life. Since that is <em>clearly</em> not the case. My business associates and I would like to intermingle our investings. Let people know what it's like to mix business with pleasure. You've certainly got the means...and we've got the ends to those means." She glanced at Dee as she said the word 'ends'. Knowing Jeff could take the hint. He knew what she did for a living, she wasn't stupid. A man with his connections, and a link to 'Masterarm' had to be in the know about things of the shrouded degree.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 23:38:51</strong>
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				ELLIE<br><br>She blushed under his intense gaze and then made eye contact. He seemed reluctant to speak to her, and she shouldn't have been surprised. Still, his cold tone and lack of a greeting made her a bit leery, as well as the whole environment and situation. <em>Little girl.</em> She shouldn't have been surprised, as her face was often referred to as a 'living doll.' Her face was petite and almost porcelain, but her body was lush and womanly. Obviously men had a hard time respecting her, but she used it to her advantage. Still, this was hardly her plan or the time.<br><br>She coughed a bit at the smoke from his cigar, and followed him as he walked into the private booth. She didn't notice the other woman, as she was completely focused on finding her brother's killer. Swallowing, she sat down at the booth and could smell his smoky and masculine scent in the small space. <br><br>She started and leaned in closer.<br><br>"I don't know who you are, but I heard that you might know something about my brother, Tommy Pratt. He...he was a dealer, I believe, and went by the name of Spider. He was recently killed, and it's all being hushed up. Have you ever heard anything about him?"<br><br>She didn't like saying that about her brother, but she knew it was the truth. She tried not to act upset, but obviously her eyes were a bit sad as she spoke about the murder. It wasn't so much that she wanted revenge, she just wanted to know what happened and why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 23:44:40</strong>
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				Jeff smiled a little and nodded, sizing up the girl Ave had brought with an appreciative expression.&nbsp; "Yes, most definitely.&nbsp; I think it's a natural progression, this partnership... We join our businesses, our efforts, streamline the whole process... cut costs, share clientele... "<br><br>His words were genuine, but the consideration was not.&nbsp; In truth, Jeff had already received word to go through with the deal.&nbsp; He had people he answered to, and he suspected the same of Ave and her Madame as well.&nbsp; Jeff had no evidence of this, of course, only educated guesses.&nbsp; Still the all played their parts, enjoying their lives as Ave had mentioned.&nbsp; There were certainly worse ways to live.<br><br>Jeff squared his shoulders and arched his torso as he stretched in the chair.&nbsp; It had been a long day, and it didn't look like it was over yet either.&nbsp; "We stand to pull in a lot of money doing this, I think that much is clear.&nbsp; So, are we in agreement, then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 00:11:29</strong>
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				The brothel's circle of connections was growing at a rapid and successful rate. They became know for having the best pieces of ass in the industry, and now had the right channels to flaunt them. Street walking was hardly used by the ensemble. They craved more intimacy with the buyers. Profiling, blood testing, and if the buyer had something the brothel wanted, even blackmailing them. Having a foot in the door with E would sky rocket their earnings, and broaden their employees, as <em>well</em> as the clientele. Avé already had an eye on some of the go-go dancers she planned to enticing into hooking. <br><br>Jeff's acceptance of the offer was refreshing. Avé had a few things in mind that she and her sister could have done to the club, had he refused. One, would have been soliciting alcohol to a minor. As she set up Dee as a scape goat to get leverage on Mr. H. Luckily, it was irrelevant, now that they were about to seal the deal. "Profit will always be a major concern. But those details will be absolute, until the right paperwork can be drawn up. What I wanted to get into was the safety of my company's assets." Following a heavy sigh, Avé continued. "There are about four to five pimps that operate within my company. But they can't be <em>here</em> twenty-four-seven. Your bouncers have their hands' full with drunk vagrants and the occasional attempted bathroom rape."<br><br>She paused again for emphasis. Her words were true. The place would have to beef up, if the BOF were going to make their mark there. The bodyguard to whore ratio would be at an uneven sum. That didn't sit well with Avé. "I'd like to bring in my own people in, to watch my employees. Maybe even maybe even myself included, once in a great while."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 00:38:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeff nodded and listened as Ave spoke.&nbsp; He didn't have a problem with any of it, until she mentioned bringing her own people in to watch the whores.&nbsp; He didn't much care for the thought of anyone working in the club that didn't answer to him.&nbsp; His expression was unchanged however, and he even grinned a little as he leaned forward and resting his clasped hands on the desk.<br><br>"I have to say, seeing you around the place now and then sounds like a wonderful idea."&nbsp; Now it was his turn to pause for emphasis.<br><br>"...But I want to be sure that anyone who works in this establishment works for me.&nbsp; I don't have any issue with your desire to protect your merchandise, after all, it's lovely."&nbsp; Jeff's eyes wandered back to the quiet girl sitting next to Ave, smiling faintly and clearly trying her best to be good.&nbsp; "I just don't intend to be marginalized in my own club, you understand."<br><br>He continued.&nbsp; "There will definitely be a number of issues to deal with, and unfortunately some may need to be dealt with as they pop up.&nbsp; Still, we can certainly increase security on the premises, even beyond just bodies with weapons.&nbsp; We can invest in some extra equipment; cameras, automatic locks, that sort of thing... I'm totally committed to this deal, and money is not an object."<br><br>"If we can work out all the details and get this monster running, neither of us will ever have to worry about money again."&nbsp; There was a truth in his words that made Jeff laugh softly as he reached out, picking up his drink again and nearly killing it.&nbsp; He grimaced a little as he swallowed.<br>"Watered down," he said in a groaning voice as he stood.&nbsp; Stepping out from behind his desk, he walked over to a dark wooden cabinet, beautifully made, and opened it up.&nbsp; There were several bottles inside.<br>"Can I get you or your girl something, Ave?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 04:59:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I am sorry for your loss, but you need to be careful who's name you say around these part...this Masterarm."<br>Ricardo took a deep breath and exhaled as if worried, leaning in close to whisper at the young girl before. <br>"That's a name you want to be careful around, I've heard that name plenty of times in court before...but have yet to see a face attached to it. Forgive my manners, my name is Ricardo, I am a attorney."<br><br>He shifted in the booth and rested his cigar on a nearby crystal ashtray, his hand lifted the flap of his jacket to pull out a small worn-metal case with the etched logo of the Navy on it. Running his thumb over the front, it snapped open to reveal a few cigarettes and some buisness cards in the back. Pulling one out, he slid it towards her and went silent as the worker came back with the drinks. <br>"You look a bit lost...is this your first time in the city?"<br>His question was low, leaning in to her to ask as if it was a secret she might have wanted to keep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 05:11:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				ELLIE<br><br>She looked at him strangely. She hadn't mentioned Masterarm, but she had been told this was the same man. Curious, she leaned a bit closer and nodded.<br><br>"It's nice to meet you Ricardo."<br><br>She took his business card, and her hand brushed over his fingers, making her shiver a bit. She took a drink from the waiter and decided that she needed to take this slow. He seemed to know more than he was letting on, and she sensed he was important in this whole mess. Sighing, she looked slightly embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.<br><br>"I've traveled quite a bit, but I'm a farm girl. Born and raised in the rural midwest, so staying here for any length of time by myself is a huge culture shock."<br><br>She took a sip and her large blue eyes watched him over the glass.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 13:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She found it very difficult to make eye contact with Jeff, and she found herself looking at his stomach and crotch, although it was a moment later when she realized what exactly she was looking at that she looked away shyly. Dee took it upon herself to hum a tune she had heard out in the club, silently of course not to incur Ave's wrath, and to stare at her feet while she stamped on the floor in tune with the bass beat. Ave and this man Jeff talked about their business for a few minutes, before she heard herself mentioned.<br><br>He didn't address her by her name, 'Dee', which really wasn't even her name, but Ave only had one girl that wasn't dismissed as another whore, and none of those other girls were here anyways. She looked up to him again and fought to keep her eyes on his handsome face for more than a second. "I... I would like another drink, if that is fine with Ave," she said, looking over to her mistress for approval.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 21:08:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Avé hardly blinked as she whitewashed her expression to feign interest to Jeff’s own concerns for his club. Eschewing from reacting to her presence in the place. She had to bite her tongue a few times, on issues she wanted to debate. But felt it unwise at the moment. “It all sounds very reassuring, the cameras, tighter security, locks… still, I don’t like to get screwed over. Whether it’s unintentional or not. You understand?“ She gave him a twisted grin to the rhetorical question, and continued. <br><br>“I’ll hold off on the muscle on my end. For now. Of course, those people out <em>there</em>-that have no business, or money enough to touch my things-shouldn’t even be allowed a glance. The last thing my employees need are stalkers. So, we‘d like to have private entrance accessible. For personal reasons as well, because, quite frankly…I hate these kinds of places.” <br><br>She lounged back into her chair, feeling good about the merger. Even allowing Dee another drink. “Nothing too strong. She won’t be able to walk out by herself soon.” She turned to address her bitch. “If you’re going to get sick all over my car…you know what will happen.” She aligned herself to face the desk once again. Speaking still as Jeff stood to refresh his glass. “Dee is one of my higher priced girls. I wanted her to get a glimpse of it all, before sending her to the wolves.” She sighed out a laugh and refused another drink. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 21:47:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some deity was watching over him, tossing a fine little piece of ass his way. Unknown to the city, distraught from her brother's death and naive to the city life. It was hard to keep the facade of sympathy over the man he had torn to pieces. <br>"This neighborhood is a bad place...I am afraid you will not find the answers you seek in this environment, at least not tonight. Where are you staying? I can drive you home and I can get you in contact with my private investigators in the morning..."<br><br>"I'm sorry but I missed your name back there...what was it again?<br>He leaned his ear in her direction, blocking her view as he slipped a small pill into her drink. The club seemed to increase the volume of the music with every passing minute, his headache returning the urge to get out of the club was surfacing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:35:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ellie smiled in appreciation at his words. She wasn't born yesterday, and her IQ was high, but her compassionate nature and country raising had left her naively fearless and trusting. She knew that there was something off about Ricardo, but he was the only lead or connection she had right now. When he leaned in, she didn't see the pill, so she innocently answered his question.<br><br>"Ellie."<br><br>Her smile brightened a bit as he offered to drive her home. She would likely get lost, and it would be nice to get there safely...assuming he was a decent guy. Still, he was an attorney, and he hadn't given her any reason to not trust him, so she nodded.<br><br>"Yeah, a ride home would be nice."<br><br>As she finished her drink, she was careful not to drink it too fast, as she knew her tolerance was low. She had been anxious to get back to her bed anyway, and when she began feeling woozy, she decided that it was her bedtime. She wouldn't rush him out, but she suddenly couldn't see or think very clearly. Her movements became sluggish, and she frowned as the music seemed to get louder. Her eyes turned a bit glassy, and she held a hand to her head. She'd only had two drinks, so she shouldn't be this bad. What was going on? She felt drugged, but she hadn't left her drink all night. <br><br>She tried to send Ricardo a small smile.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I guess I must have had too much to drink."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 04:42:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeff stifled an urge to roll his eyes as he pulled down a bottle of bourbon from the shelf, grabbing a pair of fresh glasses for their drinks.&nbsp; Ave certainly had a reputation, and she was most definitely living up to it right now.&nbsp; She was almost to the point of being abrasive, Jeff decided as he dropped a few ice cubes into the glasses.<br><br>Pouring a shot of the dark liquor into his short glass, he threw his head back and downed it quickly before filling it back up.&nbsp; He did the same with the other glass, and as he carried it across the room, he nodded.&nbsp; "She is definitely high price material, I'll grant you that.&nbsp; And very well behaved."<br><br>Jeff leaned in a little to hand Dee her drink, smiling as he spoke, and letting his eyes roam downward a little.&nbsp; Stepping back, he moved to lean back against his desk and took a slow sip.&nbsp; He was starting to feel a bit warmer, the nerves in his hand noticeably dulled as his fingers pressed against the wood of his desk.&nbsp; He was rapidly approaching his limit on whiskey for the time being, that was for sure.&nbsp; He hoped that he and Ave could come to some tentative agreement fairly soon.&nbsp; Her attitude was starting to wear thin.<br><br>"Listen, I can promise you that no one knows the dangers of this place better than me.&nbsp; I don't stand to gain anything from the women getting hurt, or stalked, or harassed.&nbsp; I've already been thinking about ways to segregate the average chumps from the girls, and the people that have the kind of money we're looking for.&nbsp; We can have complete isolation if that works for you, and in fact, I would prefer it that way myself."&nbsp; Jeff took another sip and set the highball glass on the desk, the dark liquid glinting in the ambient light of the office.&nbsp; He pushed himself forward from where he was leaning, walking a little as he continued.<br><br>"This place is massive, as far as clubs go.&nbsp; We have an enormous amount of private space.&nbsp; As I said, money is not an issue here, and we can make any changes that we need."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 05:10:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zack drove back to the club after having stopped home to pick up some more money, and a few toys which were stuffed into a messenger bag laying across his chest.&nbsp; Waving the valet away he drove his bike around to the back of the club.&nbsp; He knew that the bouncers were probably told not to let him in.&nbsp; He didn't have too good of a relationship with the owner, but his connections made sure that he was usually allowed certain privileges.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking to the same employee entrance that he was thrown out of many times he pulled a small lock pick set from his bag.&nbsp; Quickly he put his skilled hands to work, opening the door almost as fast as he would of if he had to fumble around with a key.&nbsp; Stowing the picks back into the bag he walked inside nodding to anyone he saw to try and make it seem like he was supposed to be there.&nbsp; Walking back into the club he smiled and acted as though he was part of the party.&nbsp; But now he was here on business, he wanted to talk to Jeff.&nbsp; He heard that he might be making some new business partnership with a certain establishment and he wanted in.&nbsp; He had gotten rather sick of simply tracking down witnesses and informants for his employers.&nbsp; He was craving something a bit more... interesting.<br><br>Heading straight to the bouncer at the VIP section he kept his face away from him while shaking his hand, which was filled with a few folded bills.&nbsp; The man smiled and waved his arm for Zack to enter.&nbsp; Continuing on he saw the large door that he knew headed to the main office, as well as some other rooms.&nbsp; This lock would be a bit tougher, and people were around.&nbsp; Regardless he had to try.&nbsp; Standing in front of the door he discreetly looked around before stepping very close, using his body to mask what he was doing, as he slid the bag to his front and opened his set of picks up.&nbsp; Within a few minutes he had the door open, and he quickly lifted his keys up from his bag, making a point to jingle them visibly before putting them into his pocket.&nbsp; <br><br>Although having only been back here once or twice before he could remember that his office was at the end of the hall.&nbsp; Slowly walking down he checked his shoulder holster to confirm to himself that he was armed, just in case.&nbsp; Looking around he decided to simply stand against the wall next to the door on the left.&nbsp; He didn't want to disturb anyone when he was actually trying to make a decent impression for once, and he couldn't quite remember which room was the office.&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging to himself he relaxed on the wall as he took out a rather durable looking PDA and began checking on local news stories.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 18:41:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i41.tinypic.com/ok7gnb.png) <strong>Detective Ashley Carter </strong><br><hr>Ashley sat at the bar looking bored, not much was going on and nobody seemed suspicious enough for she to follow. Suddenly her eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar face. One of the most notorious lawyers the system ever knew. She disliked that man, deeply. Not because she ever had the pleasure of meeting him but because of his work, he never lost a case and was like a stone in some of the detectives investigations. Luckily she never had cross road with him in any of the investigations assigned to her, maybe in a near future.&nbsp; <br>Quietly staring at him as a very young and innocent looking girl went to sit next to him. It seems she knew him but somehow she looked distressed.<br>Ashley chuckled and looked away.<br>He liked the young innocent girls it seems, maybe he was the type that would flash attorney card and use expensive taps to reel them in easily. <br>Dumb girl, she thought annoyed, you’re doomed.<br>To her no man was worth her trust, not even the ones she worked with. She had to fight really hard to qualify for her position and beat a lot of them on her way up.<br><br>A sudden buzz in her bag distracts her from her meaningless thoughts. It was a message from one of her informants.&nbsp; He had an invitation for the next trading party at the mansion which was a bordello too. Ashley stared at the message clueless at first and tapped her forehead in recognition. Her heart almost stopped and was beating in her throat.<br>It was time to start with her plan, she would assume her sister name and enter as a renegade in the game. Her whole body trembling exited, this must be her best undercover work or ells she was doomed. <br>Calling over the bartender and paid her bill before grabbing her bag.<br>On her way to the door she sends an email to her office about her early vacation leave.<br>Taking a last glance at the attorney, she shook her head disapproving and left the room.<br>Smiling seductively at the bouncer as she walked out of the VIP building.<br>It was time to set up her plan, and stay true to the game.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:40:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was almost to easy, easing out of the booth he guided her hands to cling around her neck to appear that she was willingly accepting what he had planned for her that night. She was a cute girl, many features that were not very common in this part of the world, he was going to have plenty of fun with her. <br><br>"Common...you country girls need to be careful here...never know when you run into a big bad wolf..." <br>He smiled at her as they walked out the club, letting a hand slide to her hip and helped the red head walk out. At the front of the club, he had forgotten that he did not drive in. Thinking quickly he moved over to the valet, one of the few workers he knew and asked for Jeff's car. After a few hesitant stares and a small exchange of bills, he brought the car around and wearily handed Ricardo the keys. <br><br>"Relax kid...you just kept your job." <br>Helping the young lady into the vehicle, he move to the driver side and proceeded to change all of Jeff's settings: seat, mirrors even his radio station as he drove out of the circuit and towards his sky rise condo. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:24:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ellie was truly feeling out of it as he got up and helped her arm around his neck. She leaned on him a bit too heavily and didn't even try to get his hand off her hip. She suddenly felt like she shouldn't let him drive her home, but there was no way she could drive, and she didn't know anyone else. <br><br>She didn't notice the exchange that went on with the valet, and was soon securely in the passenger seat. Swallowing, she spoke.<br><br>"I'm at the...motel on the corner of Fern and 56th."<br><br>She finally closed her eyes to try and ease the dizziness as he drove, expecting him to drop her off at her motel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 01:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38842.msg1957385#msg1957385">Quote from: Will1984 on 11-06-2009, 04:42:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She is definitely high price material, I'll grant you that.&nbsp; And very well behaved."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"It doesn't take a miracle to break a bitch in." Something thin and red stuck out of Avé's index and middle finger, for Jeff to take. A business card. As she waited, a devilish grin lifted her expression. "Some of them even like it." Her eyes roved sideways to Dee. In no way was she telling Jeff that it was all right to beat her girl. But that she could take a lot of battering and roughness, if it was called for. She hoped he took it the way she meant it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38842.msg1957385#msg1957385">Quote from: Will1984 on 11-06-2009, 04:42:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Listen, I can promise you that no one knows the dangers of this place better than me.&nbsp; I don't stand to gain anything from the women getting hurt, or stalked, or harassed.&nbsp; I've already been thinking about ways to segregate the average chumps from the girls, and the people that have the kind of money we're looking for.&nbsp; We can have complete isolation if that works for you, and in fact, I would prefer it that way myself."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=38842.msg1957385#msg1957385">Quote from: Will1984 on 11-06-2009, 04:42:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This place is massive, as far as clubs go.&nbsp; We have an enormous amount of private space.&nbsp; As I said, money is not an issue here, and we can make any changes that we need."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Avé&nbsp; stood, looking highly satisfied. Holdsworth's ideas were coalescing with her's quite nicely. "It sounds like we should have brought our paperwork with us then. That's a pity." She didn't even bother to make it sound sincere. It was more of a formality than anything. And now, she was done. Avé snapped her finger for Dee to hurry it up. "Our company's contracts have already been drawn up. We can add and omit anything else we haven't discussed when the time comes. This works out to your advantage. You can come by and meet Kallista. Our lawyer will be present, as should yours." <br><br>She walked over to the owners side and gave him a cheek to cheek kiss. Making to leave, she waved for Dee to trail along as she left the office. The drive home was entertaining. Dee's drunk ass gave Avé something to grin about.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: Club Ecstacy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 04:53:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zack watched the two women he had seen a the bar earlier walk out of Jeff's office.&nbsp; They had to be the ones Jeff was meeting with, why didn't he realize they were important sooner.&nbsp; He quickly poked his head into the office simply saying.&nbsp; "I want in."&nbsp; Before following the girls out, he ran quickly through the employee area to get to his bike.&nbsp; <br><br>Driving around to the front he smiled when he saw that the valet hadn't beaten him with there car.&nbsp; Watching as they climbed into the large vehicle he began trailing them, making sure to keep back enough that they wouldn't spot him.&nbsp; As they drove into a large mansion with a gate closing behind them he drove around to the side of the wall.&nbsp; Parking his motorcycle the grassy yard he walked over to a large tree, scaling as best as he could to put him in a position to hop over the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>Straightening out his jacket he smiled as he began walking towards the door, hoping that he wouldn't run into any security.
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