- Joined
- Jan 4, 2015
Arlan Rosin shuffled around the rain slicked streets, wondering what to do next. The prototype of six years worth of work was safely nestled in his left inner breast pocket. It had proven a huge success, and one would think that hungry, starving nations would jump at the opportunity. But he had been shot down by bureaucratic red tape nonsense yet again. They were never worried about solving problems as they were, not unless it meant a hefty profit margin.
Arlan was a scientist, specializing and pharmaceuticals. He had been tasked with a project of developing a quickly renewable food source, one that could be quickly made, cost effective, and was shelf stable. Arlan made something however that sidestepped all of that. His idea was to use what was already available; Bovines. He had developed a formula that increased muscle production by tenfold in bulls, and milk production in cows. The only side effects was that they ate twice as much grass.
It was a sound product, safely tested and perfected, and yet, his employer's didn't want it. It was an easily reproduced and replicated formula, made from all natural ingredients, so it was easily copied. The corps were also wanting something plant and vegetable based, so that it could be marketed to a larger customer share. He had been fired, laughed at, and ousted. All of his research had been destroyed, and a gag order had been issued, his patents seized, with hefty fines involved should he try to market his product anywhere else.
Money was not an issue, as he came from a wealthy family, and his stock portfolio was doing well. He was into his work for the science, the puzzles involved, and to craft something that would genuinely make the world a better place.
Arlan just shook his middle aged, but still handsome head at the sky, as he ran a hand through his black hair, with streaks of gray at his temples. Someone had bumped into him on the street, and lashed out several obscenities at him, before stomping off. Arlan had been wandering, lost in thought. He looked around, and found himself on the main strip, but on the wrong side of the tracks. Neon light signs littered the buildings, telling of live nudes, peep shows, and other adult vices that could be entertained.
He looked to his left, and heard loud music thumping away inside. A huge, hulking beast of a man stood by the front door, Eyeing him closely. Two more tall, muscular men appeared in the doorway, carrying a skinny, highly inebriated man face down, by his arms, and lifting him by his belt. In one fell motion, they tossed the drunkard out through the door, and onto the wet, cracked pavement that served as a sidewalk.
A well dressed man, somewhat shorter than his bouncers then appeared behind them. In a calm, level tone, he addressed the man sprawled at Arlan's feet. "I don't ever want to see you in here again, do you understand?" He murmured, and then went back into the establishment. The two larger doormen followed him in. Arlan stepped aside, as the drunkard tried to stand, muttering all manner of profanities as he tried to brush himself off.
The scientist spied what looked like an impressive bar inside of the palce, just as the door closed behind what he assumed was the manager, and two of his bouncers. He pursed his lips, and approached the muscular gentleman, with his hands clasped comfortably in front of him. "I'm thirsty." Arlan said to him. "Do you have anything good in there to drink?" The man nodded, fixing Arlan with an even stare. "We do sir, and a lot more, provided you have the coin for it." He replied with a slightly judgmental tone. Arlan looked down at his attire, consisting of comfortable clothes, rather than showing off his true status and wealth. He wore loose fitting jeans, polished black military style boots that just seemed to fit his feet just right, topped with a Pink Floyd, "Dark Side of the moon" printed on it.
As luck would have it, he could hear a Pink Floyd song starting just inside of the building, "Another Brick In The Wall." He grinned, and took this as a sign he should enter. He withdrew his wallet, And withdrew something from a thick wad that his family had been stockpiling for many decades, and held it out to the doorman, who looked at Arlan incredulously. He took the $500 note from Arlan, and looked at it, holding it up to the light. "Its real." He said in his somewhat raspy voice. "Just out of circulation, but still considered legal tender." He murmured.
The Barman looked up to Arlan, with wide eyes, and then snapped back to a professional stance, opening the door for him. "Welcome to The Onyx Cabaret Sir, please enjoy yourself"
The scientist nodded, and entered the smoke filled establishment. The smell of smoldering tobacco, laced with perfume and alcohol assaulted his nostrils, as the music from a high end sound system reverberated into his ears. He stopped momentarily, as he saw a gorgeous blonde up on stage, wearing a barely there shimmery pink microbikini, that did little to hide her immaculately shaved womanhood, and large areolae.
She moved and glided around the stage with such liquid grace that the men all jumbled around the stage fought to slide their hard earned single dollar bills into her g string. A few patrons slid in tens, and one man even slid in a 20. Arlan just swallowed hard as he watched her massive, magnificent breasts sway and jiggle as she moved like a professional on sparkly, pink high heels. He met eyes with her, as she danced a little closer.
Arlan was a scientist, specializing and pharmaceuticals. He had been tasked with a project of developing a quickly renewable food source, one that could be quickly made, cost effective, and was shelf stable. Arlan made something however that sidestepped all of that. His idea was to use what was already available; Bovines. He had developed a formula that increased muscle production by tenfold in bulls, and milk production in cows. The only side effects was that they ate twice as much grass.
It was a sound product, safely tested and perfected, and yet, his employer's didn't want it. It was an easily reproduced and replicated formula, made from all natural ingredients, so it was easily copied. The corps were also wanting something plant and vegetable based, so that it could be marketed to a larger customer share. He had been fired, laughed at, and ousted. All of his research had been destroyed, and a gag order had been issued, his patents seized, with hefty fines involved should he try to market his product anywhere else.
Money was not an issue, as he came from a wealthy family, and his stock portfolio was doing well. He was into his work for the science, the puzzles involved, and to craft something that would genuinely make the world a better place.
Arlan just shook his middle aged, but still handsome head at the sky, as he ran a hand through his black hair, with streaks of gray at his temples. Someone had bumped into him on the street, and lashed out several obscenities at him, before stomping off. Arlan had been wandering, lost in thought. He looked around, and found himself on the main strip, but on the wrong side of the tracks. Neon light signs littered the buildings, telling of live nudes, peep shows, and other adult vices that could be entertained.
He looked to his left, and heard loud music thumping away inside. A huge, hulking beast of a man stood by the front door, Eyeing him closely. Two more tall, muscular men appeared in the doorway, carrying a skinny, highly inebriated man face down, by his arms, and lifting him by his belt. In one fell motion, they tossed the drunkard out through the door, and onto the wet, cracked pavement that served as a sidewalk.
A well dressed man, somewhat shorter than his bouncers then appeared behind them. In a calm, level tone, he addressed the man sprawled at Arlan's feet. "I don't ever want to see you in here again, do you understand?" He murmured, and then went back into the establishment. The two larger doormen followed him in. Arlan stepped aside, as the drunkard tried to stand, muttering all manner of profanities as he tried to brush himself off.
The scientist spied what looked like an impressive bar inside of the palce, just as the door closed behind what he assumed was the manager, and two of his bouncers. He pursed his lips, and approached the muscular gentleman, with his hands clasped comfortably in front of him. "I'm thirsty." Arlan said to him. "Do you have anything good in there to drink?" The man nodded, fixing Arlan with an even stare. "We do sir, and a lot more, provided you have the coin for it." He replied with a slightly judgmental tone. Arlan looked down at his attire, consisting of comfortable clothes, rather than showing off his true status and wealth. He wore loose fitting jeans, polished black military style boots that just seemed to fit his feet just right, topped with a Pink Floyd, "Dark Side of the moon" printed on it.
As luck would have it, he could hear a Pink Floyd song starting just inside of the building, "Another Brick In The Wall." He grinned, and took this as a sign he should enter. He withdrew his wallet, And withdrew something from a thick wad that his family had been stockpiling for many decades, and held it out to the doorman, who looked at Arlan incredulously. He took the $500 note from Arlan, and looked at it, holding it up to the light. "Its real." He said in his somewhat raspy voice. "Just out of circulation, but still considered legal tender." He murmured.
The Barman looked up to Arlan, with wide eyes, and then snapped back to a professional stance, opening the door for him. "Welcome to The Onyx Cabaret Sir, please enjoy yourself"
The scientist nodded, and entered the smoke filled establishment. The smell of smoldering tobacco, laced with perfume and alcohol assaulted his nostrils, as the music from a high end sound system reverberated into his ears. He stopped momentarily, as he saw a gorgeous blonde up on stage, wearing a barely there shimmery pink microbikini, that did little to hide her immaculately shaved womanhood, and large areolae.
She moved and glided around the stage with such liquid grace that the men all jumbled around the stage fought to slide their hard earned single dollar bills into her g string. A few patrons slid in tens, and one man even slid in a 20. Arlan just swallowed hard as he watched her massive, magnificent breasts sway and jiggle as she moved like a professional on sparkly, pink high heels. He met eyes with her, as she danced a little closer.
