Paying attention to the details (KingSandy and Yoshie)

[KingSandy]

(Jack)

Another crappy day. Another day of barely scraping by. And all the while, he dealt with the upper crust. Serving drinks, food. . . Listening in to all their banal conversations. One man complaining that he'd been, shockingly, undercharged for his boat or something. Some woman complaining she had no one to shop for her. Blah blah blah. A day like this, Jack could barely plaster a smile on his face. This job had been the only one he could find that paid more than minimum wage but it still wasn't enough. Some days he got lucky with tips, other days (like today) he felt it wasn't worth the effort of going through it sober. Not that any of the patrons gave him a second glance. Not in a club like Temptation. He simply did not register to many of the clientele in their throes of bacchanalian revels here. Lounging, dancing and drinking, lots and lots of drinking. And other questionable activities that took place in the shadowy corners and in the private booths. One could find anything here under the pulse of music, the curling smoky air and the crush of bodies on the dance floor.

"Hey, man, I'm takin' a leak," Jack had finally managed to get back to the kitchen long enough to locate his supervisor. He had always made sure that he told them about his "bathroom breaks" just in case the big boss lady was here and checking up on things. And besides, he couldn't simply just do so without telling anyone. Someone would complain that their waiter was gone and Jack would get written up if the person could remember what he looked like.

Before the other man could answer, Jack had ducked into one of men's restrooms with a little black bag. Locked safely in a stall, he opened up the little thing. In it was a couple of syringes, a small baggy of heroin and a little rubber strap. He rolled up his sleeve.

Relief was almost immediate. Jack sat for a moment on the toilet in blissful happiness before forcing himself up and out of the restroom. He went back out, collecting drink orders and such, weaving dazedly. He spilled one or two drinks on patrons. One of them on purpose. Like all the other times, these were docked from his pay. Several times he mixed up orders or forgot to collect money. . . And when he thought no one was watching, he pocketed some cash for himself.

He reasoned that the club didn't need it and that he did. Obviously the owner of Temptation was well off. What's fifty to sixty bucks off her profits? He tucked the bills into his back pocket and strode, hoping he'd get to clock out soon. He'd made twice as much as usual with this latest little. . . bonus. A couple more hours and he'd be going home. An obnoxious customer got in his face. Another spilled drink.

Oops.

 

[Yoshie]

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Another day, another dollar in Winry’s book, it was Friday one of the busiest days out of the week besides Saturday and it was also a pay day so her little workers bees were seemingly on their best behavior. She had come in early tonight to do the usual, sign checks, hand them out and in turn get them back. You see Temptation wasn’t just some shaggy nightclub. It, for her was a very classy establishment. It was her baby, her pride and joy and she took care of it as such. Customers always came first, drinks occasionally free and sometimes there were even music requests. The front, sides, and back doors all had security, tight wired and anyone who didn’t have an I.D didn’t get in, female or male, there were no exceptions and therefore there were little to no mistakes. A clean person has the ability to run a clean establishment. However, sometimes good actions are paid with bad rewards.

Seduction watched everything like a hawk, cameras here, computers and walkie-talkies there. She had the best surveillance due to one of the Bouncers being a tech savvy geek behind bars. She would have cameras in the stalls if it were not illegal to do so. So the bathroom was off limits to her eyes, some of the clientele knew this and took whole advantage of it. She didn’t mind them fucking in the bathrooms or the sex messages, strippers doing extra things for money on the side on their time, but on her time their money was her money and there were two things Seduction did not take kindly to, wasting her time and stealing her money. Both went hand in hand, your time was her money and her patience was your money. Patience, something Winry didn’t possess, for screw-ups and there was one that needed to be addressed. It was the one she had hired just a short time ago.

“Johnny Walker Blue Label…” She said to the bartender that was standing in while her employee in question was doing his rounds. The bartender jumped and grabbed one of the cleaner glasses from the top shelf and began the routine of actually doing his job. There was only one person that would order such a top shelf drink. This drink by itself was $700 and the bottle bordered along the thousands depending on where you go it. Three ice cubes were placed in the glass and it was filled to the brim. A napkin folded was placed on the table as a holder and the drink was pushed to her with both hands. She inspected the glass rim, shape, and body. No fingerprints, no smudges, and no dust. She picked the glass up to her lips and took in the liquid reveling in the taste and the burn.

“Now why can’t you do this to all the customers, Mikan? Don’t pretend like I don’t know that you don’t use the napkins or the cup-holders like I instructed. You can see the water stains on the wooden table! The napkins behind your counter look as if they’ve been touched only recently and the ice tray’s have been filled only recently this ice still has liquid form…” The bartender sighed and looked away and as always just like a disgruntled employee he fired back at her.

“I don’t see you getting at that fiend you hired! He’s been fucking shit up since he got here. He makes drinks, doesn’t clean up the mess, and then gets the fucking order wrong! You’re yelling at me cause of some bullshit ass napkins and you should be digging in his ass!” Mikan said hostilely. Seduction shot him a look that would make a child reevaluate themselves and as she put her drink down back on the napkin she then replied to his hastily made decision.

“Just like the pussy you are, always passing the buck to someone else. You think I don’t know what goes on in my club? You think I don’t know that you give these scantily clad bitches free drinks in exchange for pussy, which you don’t get by the way… and you suspect that I don’t know he’s a fuck up? Look in the mirror the next time you judge someone, and remember, I found yo` ass in the back alley strung out after some guy had his way with you faggot!” Taking his check out of her breasts she looked at the amount. She glared at him, ripped the check up and then took $300 out of her pocket and placed it under the napkin. “Remember who you are dealing with the next time you flash off that tongue of yours again, I’m not one of your friends, and I’m not a dick so watch your fucking mouth!”

“Jack!” She yelled with hostility across the club. One of the Bouncers that heard her went to go get him.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack had little idea of what was going on about him. Right now was the only time that he enjoyed enduring the long sleeved uniforms because they hid all the track marks he had from shooting up. Thankfully, he hadn't ever gotten infected (preferred buying and using his own syringes) so there was not too obvious scarring or anything. . . So far. He was collecting his 'tips' and counting them out. The night was over and Jack could feel his high slipping. He debated going into the bathroom for another hit. . . It wasn't worth it. The club was mostly empty and someone might just catch him. Yes, Jack was still under the impression that everything he did was unnoticed. No one had spoken a word to him about. He'd not been fired or anything. Not even written up. Then again, Jack didn't know about all the cameras and other things around the club. He assumed that Winry didn't notice or that Mikan and the others were pulling the same shit. It's what he would do. Well, not would but was doing. As busy as this club was two or three people having a take on the profits here and there couldn't hurt anything. In fact, Jack justified his behavior as survival skills and an effort to keep Miss Winry honest. . . Which he could admit wasn't working. He sighed dazedly and starting to pack up his little kit and everything. He'd made a lot of money tonight.

He was starving. The young man muttered a curse. He'd forgotten to eat again. Not that he had any money to put up for food, even here. As much as he was paid, he couldn't do a thing about food and heroin. And heroin had won the coin toss this week.

Still, a five buck bowl of soup at a diner wouldn't hurt.

Someone called his name. Jack studiously ignored it. Whatever it was, it wasn't his problem until tomorrow. He was off the fucking clock.

Jack slipped out of the backroom just in time for one of the bouncers to confront him. "The boss'd like to see you," was all he got as the big man clamped a hand on his shoulder and steered him towards the bar. And that was when Jack had a bit of panic. Maybe she did know he'd been stealing? And so now he'd be fired? And probably have to give her all the money he had 'made' tonight which meant no food and no more heroin. And either way, Jack would lose because money got him both. And if he didn't have a job, he couldn't pay rent. Eviction! Which would mean being on the streets. And Jack wasn't exactly built to be on the streets. "Shit, what's up? Uh. . . Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it." The bouncer didn't say anything. He simply kept a hold of Jack until they stood in front of the club owner. He let go only to stand behind Jack like man-shaped wall.

Not good at all.

"Hey there, Boss lady. . . Um, I was just about to head home, so. . . What's going on? Surely you don't need me for something right now?" Jack was speaking rather quickly, nervous. He'd never known anyone to put him on edge like this woman. It didn't help that he was starting to come down off his high. . . "So I'll see you tomorrow and we can continue this conversation never." Jack attempted to take a step and the man-wall stopped him cold.

Double-plus-ungood.

 

[Yoshie]

An eyebrow rose as she looked at him. He was jittery, he was nervous and he was panicky. These symptoms would be of no real proof of methamphetamines since she always gave off the aura of ball buster. She gave him the once over, they were in her office by now, the Bouncer, him and her. The big glass sky-box, that watched over all the places in the club, where no one could hear them because the walls were sound proof and no one could see them because the glass was one way. Her office was huge the walls were the color of red velvet and smooth like velvet as well. Inside the patch of each wall were speakers so that when music played you could feel the vibrations that the wall was giving off. Her desk was made of Armani wood like the dashboard of her car. To be exact it was an Armani Black Lacquer Crocodile Desk. The chair that was by the desk was a Laz-E-Boi chair able to fully recline, massage and it had a cup-holder that looked as if it was never used. She looked at the Bouncer who didn’t seem like he was going to move anytime soon.

“Thank you Bruno, you can wait outside my office. Lock the door behind you…I would like to talk to my employee alone.” She said. The wall of a man nodded and did as his Mistress commanded and left the room and the only sound that could be heard was the latch on the door locking. Now, he and she were alone in her office. She folded her arms in front of her and then looked him in the eye. “Have a seat…” She commanded.

“You forgot your paycheck Innocent.” She said pulling it out of her breasts. She looked at the amount on the check and her eyebrow rose. “Says here you get $400.00 at least by my calculations…” She stopped talking and ripped the check up in front of him. Reaching in her desk there was a platinum locked box, she pulled it out brushing past him; her breasts rubbing past his cheek, she was so close he could smell her Elizabeth Arden ‘Red Door’ perfume. Reaching in her breasts she pulled out a gold skeleton key and opened the box. She took out a wad of cash that was wrapped in one of her black scrunches that she used to tie her hair. She threw the wad of cash at him and closed and locked the box.

“There’s $1000.00 in cash there it’s yours, all I need you to do is empty your pockets and give me your tips, including any side money that you made today.” She knelt down in front of him. “Innocent… there are two things I don’t like being fucked with, my time and my money and you are pounding them hard, with no lube, at least allow me to get wet first before you royally try to bend me over.” Holding out her hand she rose from where she knelt. She was trying to maintain her cool; you could see it on her face. She liked Jake, she saw potential and a earnest boy but sometimes you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

 

[KingSandy]

He was being escorted to the office. Fired. Fired for sure. Jack stood to lose everything. He tapped his little kit, wanting desperately to take another stab. Relax himself. This wasn't good. This couldn't be good. Either that or the big guy was going to snap his neck, out of sight of any other witnesses except Winry. Hell, Jack assumed she liked to watch this gorilla of man kill people that pissed her off. She definitely gave off the creepy vibe. Or that could be the drugs. Maybe in reality she was really, really nice. And Jack was simply too stoned to notice. And then his brain asserted that he was getting to be stupider and stupider as the days went by. There was by no means that this woman was "nice". As far as he could tell, the woman took no shit from anyone. And quite frankly that scared him.

He also had no idea why she'd hired him in the first place.

Jack stood quietly as Bruno left the room. Well, that was one thing. He wasn't about to get his neck snapped or his knees broken. Unless he was about to get shot or something. He was being melodramatic. Too much TV. The door locked with a ring of finality that made Jack wince. He had no way to escape if things went the way he was imagining. And he was sure that if he could open the door, Bruno would still be there being Bruno. Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the sharp command and unthinking, he sat. The moment she used that tone of voice, something in him obeyed. No question about it. He didn't even notice until he realized that he was once again looking at her eye to eye . But he didn't stand back up. He would have preferred to if he had some place he could run to. Locked door meant he stayed in the damn chair.

Innocent. How fucking ironic when he was anything but.

"Um, thank y-" Jack gaped as she simply tore up the check. Well, that answered the question. He was being fired, no pay. Well, not fired but probably told to quit so he would be out of the pay anyway. Something like that. But then she drew a key. Reached passed him so closely that he could smell her scent. . . the perfume and the faint tinge of her skin even as her bust barely avoided his cheek. He sat very still but his eyes wandered over her for a moment. He appreciated her. . . assets.

A wad of cash. A grand, right there. About a week's worth of pay. He winced at her vulgar comparison. Yeah, he pretty much was thinking something similar if less. . . coarse. "I didn-Of course. Here, this is everything today." Jack emptied his pockets of the cash. That voice, the authority in it was absolute and Jack had nothing to lose by being honest here. He handed her the loose pile of bills that he'd pocketed today. He sighed and nervously played with the wrapped stack of bills she'd given him. "Am I being fired? Is this some sort of severance pay? Why do you keep calling me that? And. . . I'm sorry about. . . the stealing." He actually wasn't but he made a sincere effort to sound sorry. "I'm just. . .desperate sometimes. . . I don't think." Which was true enough. "I guess you're regretting hiring me, too." He toyed wit the zipper on the little case in his pocket.

The stress was killing him. "Can I go now?"

 

[Yoshie]

She eyed him again, this time in a more playful manner. She cracked a smile when she heard him say desperate. The room was silent for a minute and then she turned to lean on the wall. Poised on the wall she felt the velvet, her ass was facing him as she palmed the padding. Turning slowly she leaned against it with her arms folded and now facing him. “No, you can’t go yet… I am not done with you Innocent.” She said adjusting her glasses on her face. We have yet to have a proper audience. I hired you and yet we have never as much as had a conversation.

Leaving the wall she came back over to her drawer and opened the bottom one this time. In the bottom drawer was a long time friend of hers, Johnny Walker Black Label. Pulling out two glasses she sat one in front of him and she held onto the other one. Underneath the desk was a miniature fridge, she opened it and dug through it for some ice. She grunted when she opened the 14kt. gold container and found that there were only six ice cubes in it. She didn’t feel too bad since it was an even number and they could split it. She prepared his glass, and then made hers. She toasted and then sat on the desk folding her legs left over right, making sure he could get a nice shot of thigh.

“Let’s have a night cap shall we? One conversation and then you are free to go… that is until tomorrow when I want you to work overtime.” She said winking at him. Her expression went from playful to serious once the glass was removed from her face. “Now let’s start with your questions… One, no you are not being fired. Besides that would make no sense seeing as though I just hired you a month ago and this is your second paycheck. Two, no this is not severance pay think of this as a ‘you don’t want to get on my bad side’ type of pay, in a sense you lick me, I’ll suck you. Third, I see you as untainted… you have yet to see the horrors of this place. Come back in two years and you will be a completely different person.”

She stopped her sentence only to drink from her cup. She licked her lips wiping the poison from them, a mixture of strawberry flavored lip balm and Johnny Walker. She tapped the glass lightly and then looked down at him. “You don’t need to think Jack. I need you to do! Leave the thinking to me…” The ice clanked in the cup she looked at him, those eyes, it was something about his eyes but for some reason she could not place where she had saw those eyes before. They were a mixture of pleading and wanting eyes. She couldn’t fall for that now. Her façade already past nice, besides she had an image to maintain as Ruthless, if she were to get soft hearted all of a sudden how would that look to the other clientele? She cleared her throat and started again this time cutting her eyes at him.

“Let us not bullshit ourselves here Innocent. You need to eat, you need to survive therefore you do what you must to make it day by day. In your eyes it’s not stealing if it’s from a wealthy person is it not Robin Hood? However, you must consider that by taking from me you are also taking from yourself. Remember Innocent; don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” She blew him a kiss.

 

[KingSandy]

Not done with you. Well, that was hardly a good thing to hear. Images of painful death filtered through his head for a moment but he forced those away. As cold as she seemed, he didn't think she went for killing off her employees. That would be. . . a little extreme. Right, extreme. Nothing to it. He was kidding himself. He sighed and slouched in the chair. "Well, I guess we didn't even have a proper interview," Jack amended, shrugging ruefully. He'd come in with his application, exchanged a couple words and then bam, zoom he was an employee. With benefits! He'd finally been able to go to the dentist and such. Long overdue. . . His penchant for sweets had given him a couple cavities. "But really, everything is. . . No, it'd be better to get to know each other by talking, right? Just. . . two people talking." With no knives or knuckle dusters going into one person.

Jack silently watched her pull out the bottle and the ice. Two glasses. Expensive stuff. Hell, he took a look around the office and realized the office furnishings cost more than his entire apartment, furniture and all. Jack did not refuse the drink. Awkwardly, he returned her toast. He was definitely off balance here. He took a long sip and found that it didn't burn and left a lovely warmth in his belly. "Sure, I can work overtime, not a problem at all. I mean, I could use the hours, too." He would probably shoot up twice during that, the only way he was getting through an overtime shift with a semblance of the good service the club was known for. She answered each question in a way that was short and to the point. Crystal clear answers. Jack was relieved not to being fired but couldn't help but blush a little at the "lick me, I'll suck you" phrase. Had it been that long since he'd had a good lay? He couldn't remember.

But her exposed thigh. . . the curves of her ass. He was staring quite hard at them. Jack pinched himself. You don't look at your boss that way. Harassment. Bad things. Lawsuits, bans and firing. But the third answer was off. Untainted? By the horrors of this place? So far, Temptation managed to be one of the few clubs that Jack felt really catered to a customer. And it was his fervent wish to be one of those customers one day. . .He wasn't as innocent as she proclaimed. "Horrors? You're kidding me, Boss Lady. Trying to scare me. It's not going to work," And being doped up, that was mostly true.

No thinking, just do. "Sure. I thi-Well, it'll keep things simpler, I guess?" Jack joked half-heartedly. His mouth twisted slightly. It would be easier. No worries as long as he followed directions. All well and good.
Relax, Winry'll direct you.


"Right. Robin hood," Jack hadn't been thinking of the sort. In way he'd been thinking that this was owed to him and so he was taking what was his and not, strictly speaking, hers. Not stealing, technically. "Look, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." Until he needed a new batch of heroin. "It was just. . . Me being silly, you know? Stupid." He laughed a very fake laugh, "Just wanted some extra cash. Food. Rent. Stuff like that. Out of curiosity though, how did you know? Did someone notice? Here I was thinking I was being clever by skimming off the top of each bill. . . And not declaring my tips. But I guess not. . ."

 

[Yoshie]

Seduction smiled. “Trying to slick a can of oil…who’d you think you fooling Innocent. I see all, I know all… and by the shifting of your eyes, the small tremors of your hand, even down to the way you hold my glass...” She stopped and went to the door and knocked twice. Bruno opened it and she snapped her fingers at him, he nodded seemingly getting the idea. She then closed the door and stood by it, her hands folded to her chest. Soon after there it was again, the twice knock. She opened the door and the Bouncer nodded. She hugged him, but it was not a traditional hug. It was a like a handshake with a prize inside. They parted ways, he resumed his post outside the door and in turn she then closed the door and came to sit back down on the desk. Reaching inside her breasts she pulled out a clear bag with a white substance in it.

“I know those signs and its not that you are scared of me, although I am flattered if you were I know what you want. You need a hit… however I do not condone Heroin since it is a downer and I need you to be alert with me at all times. Try this.” She threw the substance at him “This is something that the regulars call Cocaine, Pure Colombian. I am what they call the White Angel who distributes it. I need to get a profit somewhere right? Alcohol isn’t the only thing we have here Innocent. Remember when I said that you have not seen the worst of this place? I run a clean establishment, at least no killings are sloppy but we all know the rules here... Where there is Alcohol there is Sex, and where there is Sex there are women, and where there are bitches, there is a Pimpette, who is none other than me. Nothing gets in that I don't know about, nothing gets out unless it has my permission to do so...” In the middle drawer was her make-up kit, even though she rarely used it she liked to look in the mirror. “Take my mirror you can use this, it’s already chopped all you need to do is ingest it. If you feel insecure I will turn my head.”

“What you need is a drug dealer with a steady supply of drug, a job to maintain your habit, and a better place to live than your shitty apartment. I have the answer to all your problems…” She poured herself another drink and then sipped at it while she gathered her thoughts. It was getting late but she would have someone drive him home, or she’d do it herself. “Now, alas I know that you won’t steal from me again because I know you won’t have to. As I said, you lick me, I’ll suck you. My favorite number is 69 anyway, no one can get cheated. Go ahead and test the product, if you like it there’s more where that came from… Or you can stick with shitty Jimmy that gives you your heroin, who happens to be late all the time, and can never really be trusted and let’s be honest Innocent, you don’t like people you can’t trust right?”

 

[KingSandy]

Jack set down the glass. Tremors? He stared at his hand. He hadn't even noticed what it'd done. Maybe that was why he kept spilling drinks. The young man gave a rueful sigh. He watched her do this strange little ritual with Bruno and knocking and then the hug. And then she brought out the little bag. There was pretty much one thing it could be and Jack frowned a bit nervously. This had to be some sort of trick. Was she really openly holding out drugs? Either she really trusted him not to spill beans if he ever got caught or. . . He blinked as the bag hit him in the chest. The regulars used this stuff? Well, that explained why no one thought it was strange that he kept going into a stall and coming out rolling one sleeve down. These crazy fucks had been snorting and doing who knows what else in this place and Jack. . . hadn't even noticed.

Jack simply stared. He held the mirror. "This is some trick, right? You're offering me coke? Free coke? I'm going to get arrested. Or something." Jack's hands were really shaking and he forced himself to set the mirror and bag on the desk. He looked at the two objects. Should he take the coke? Just one hit. . . One little snort. Maybe he'd feel better. Winry said it was okay. But was it really? He eyed her suspiciously. He poured a little quantity on the mirror. He rolled up a little stiff paper and took his first snort of coke. It hit him like a truck. He coughed and held his nose before sitting back. For a moment, his face just hurt.

And then he felt a bit more energetic.
Way more energetic.

"You have the answer, huh? And what's that? I know you got the drugs and the job for me but what do you mean by a better place to live?" Jack spoke a little breathlessly. He liked the coke. He'd never felt quite so. . . fast. He fidgeted with the edge of his shirt, tapped his foot. "And how do you know who I got my heroin from? . . . Have you been watching me, woman?" Jack edged the chair backwards, "That's just fucking. . . fucking creepy. Why do you know all that?" And hell, how did she know he had a shitty apartment? Really? How long had she been watching. Jack fumbled to his feet. "I'm getting out of here. Thanks for the hit, I'll be back never."

 

[Yoshie]

Her eyes were sincere the truth was she had noticed the tremors because she heard the ice clanking, she liked the sound. It was true she had been watching him for some time now but not out of anything creepy. She had a talent for reading people, very well. If something new walked into her club she did all her research to figure out why. Jack was no different. He started out as a onetime customer, in many ways he reminded her of the man she used to care for. Care for because love was no longer in her vocabulary. He had the same cold, dark, and defeated eyes that she was used to. As much as Temptation is bad for you it does do some good. Working men could come here and relax, uptight men could come and unwind, and shy men would soon be surrounded by women. As much of a sin as it was to be engulfed in such pleasures this palace of lust and exotic wonders was also needed, both for the good of business and for her clients sake as well.

He eyed her suspiciously, she looked into his eyes determined, not wavering from her position. “You do have every right to doubt me. Here I am sounding like a Genie in a bottle granting your every wish, but remember, this isn’t just some idea now, it’s a business proposition, I could take care of everything you need and want with the snap of my finger or the wave of my hand. The question is which road do you want to go down? You can keep your job, working minimum wage and stealing tips to get high, but once you are caught again where will your next high come from? Or you can take my number and call me…one phone call you can have a better job, drugs at your disposal, and if you desire women, I can provide that as well.” She turned away as he snorted giving him privacy in that aspect. His head flew back on the chair as he coughed. She giggled. “Good shit eh? There’s more where that came from… all I need is your answer, don’t worry, I won’t pressure you, I’ll give you some time to think about it.”

She reached in her breasts and pulled out her card. It was all black with purple lettering. It read; “Seduction…Temptation at its finest. Let me take you to paradise.” She threw it at him while he was seemingly gathering his thoughts and waiting for the new poison to sink in. Apparently, it worked seeing as though his pupils were now dilated and he looked like he just snorted the Energizer bunny on steroids. He looked like he was ready to charge through the wall. His eyes when he looked at her, they looked livelier, more paranoid but nevertheless she liked those eyes, very different than the dull and defeated look he always had. She nodded when he asked her if she had all the answers and then he asked about Jimmy. “I know him because he works for me… but he’s not as talented as you. He doesn’t want to strive for anything but being a two bit hustler. There’s a latter in this world and someday we all have to climb it, some choose to achieve personal happiness and stay where they are, others can’t even lift their foot up to begin the journey.”

She looked at him. “Which are you?” The paranoia began; he started fidgeting, moving around here and there. It was his first time so she expected this; actually she was expecting him to go flying through the damn roof with the way he looked. He began to get freaked out that she knew about the apartment. What he didn’t take into consideration is that the address was on the resume and you could easily do a search on someone on the internet. You can find almost anything you wanted with a few keystrokes. Alas, he was too high to think straight. She eyed the baggie and then looked back at him, by now he was standing up. The Bouncer had unlocked the door to make sure everything was okay; after all they had been in there for some time now. Seeing this as an opportunity, Jack headed for the door, Bruno attempted to stop him but Winry raised her hand in protest, she just watched him leave. All that was left to do now was wait.

“You should try that someday, it’s really good shit.” Bruno said as he watched Jack fumble down the steps and out the door.

“Rule number one about being a Drug Deity: Never get high on your own supply…”

 

[KingSandy]

Jack didn't think it was the coke that got him to leave. He shoved the wad of money into his back pocket, grabbed his things and made for the door. The young man left the club, fairly storming out. He was too weirded out by the confrontation. She knew too much, too much about him. As far as he cared there was no reason to do more than a simple background check and not go find his home. He had to walk home. It was dark and he was carrying a lot of cash. Jack felt even more vulnerable now, more than he had in Seduction's office with Bruno standing behind him. He'd been so sure that something terrible was going to happen. And he got the exact opposite. . . Unless this was part of some strange revenge plot that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. That was unlikely. Whatever she was, Winry Seduction was too pragmatic not to take a simple form of payback. There wouldn't be any need to ruin his life. He didn't have one anyway. Jack wasn't living. He was surviving and only just. . .

He dug out the card. "Paradise, huh?" He was stopped about half a block away from the club. But what was the price? The price for paradise. She hadn't given him a straight answer.

Click of her fingers and all the money, sex and drugs he could want? No way that didn't come with a price. Something heavy and something cold. Something personal at best. But . . . that coke was good. Best feeling he'd ever had. . . Not to mention the curves of the woman offering all of this. Was it worth this mysterious price? Jack was puzzled as to what she would want out of him. Because in his experience, nothing came for free. Not one thing. And a new apartment. Drugs. Actual goddamn food. What was Winry's angle with this? Jack assumed he would. . . Well, what could he assume? As far as he knew, the club was not a front for an 'escort service' or anything like that. Jack was kind of amused by the idea of becoming a hooker. . .

Well. He was still standing there, debating. He turned around.
Starting walking back to the club. Whatever he had to pay, he would pay it. Once he got a straight fucking answer about it, anyway. Actually eating on a regular basis and not having to choose between getting high or getting full was more than appealing.

He didn't say a word until he was back at the office.

"All right. I'll take your deal. . . So long as you tell me what you want outta this. And don't tell me nothing, I'm not that much of an 'Innocent'."

 

[Yoshie]

Packing up her laptop and putting it in her briefcase she started to clean up her office. Besides that she didn’t want any evidence of the transaction that just went down on her desk. Looking on it there were only remnants of the special K drug. Grabbing a wet-napkin she wiped off her entire desk and then out came the Lysol. No proof, no worries as she always said. The bad part was that now it was on her black dress. Grunting she reluctantly moved over to her bottom drawer to get out some spare clothes. She always carried spare clothes, whether it be for days when she would accidently need formal attire or for those crazy days where someone would get into a fight and blood would shed, or more common days that involved spilled liquor. Nevertheless, she had to change.

Inside the drawer was a black mini-skirt and a red top that complimented her breasts. She then laid them out on the desk and casually took off her dress. She was now standing there in her bra and panties. She had told Bruno to go home for the night after he had locked up the back doors and all the other ‘entrances’ she didn’t have to worry about the front door because it was a exit lock system and there was always the burglar alarm. Folding the dress she opened her briefcase and placed it in and took out her brush to brush her hair. However there was one door that she did not lock and that was her office door. That’s when Jack appeared again. She heard the door open and before she could react the room was filled with the sound of his voice.

She turned around slowly; yes she was embarrassed that she was standing there in her lilac colored silk bra and panties. It was too late now he had seen everything. She continued to brush her hair as she listened to him talk. She smiled when she heard the nick name.
“Well again, it’s not a deal Innocent. It’s a business proposition. What I want out of this? The same thing that everyone wants…to be happy and what other way to be happy than to make more money? Think about it, you need drugs; I need to sell my product. You need a job, I need employees. You need a new place to live, and I need to make rent on a condo that I am not using. You lick me, I’ll suck you. Get it?” She said as she placed her hands on the desk chest out looking at him casually. Placing the brush on the desk she came closer to him, those hips of hers moving with a vengeance. Getting in his face she examined him once more.

“You have so much potential Jack.” She said touching his face. “You can go places, you can do things…” She took his hand in hers and felt it. “You have strong hands, your eyes are strong, you look like you have been through hell and back to earth. You feel tired… I’m here to let you rest.” She backed away from him and took out her keys. “Come on Innocent let’s take you to your new home.” She headed back to her desk and started to put on her top and then she bent over without bending her knees and then, after a couple of seconds she put on her mini-skirt and zipped it up. Fixing her hair once more she put the brush away in her briefcase. She turned to face him and hopped on her desk, legs crossed left over right waiting for him to reply or to ask questions which she knew that he had.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack froze. He'd come in at exactly the wrong (or right) time. He'd caught her in her skivvies. And took a long moment to appreciate the view. This didn't stop him from be slightly embarrassed and coloring slightly but he did like how her undergarments complemented her curves quite nicely. He coughed and brought himself back to reality. That was not something to dwell on, not with important matters afoot. He still didn't believe that this was a business proposition. He'd been used too many times before with a similar "deal". Give you everything in a shiny box, just do this for me. And he knew, just knew that Winry Seduction could not be any different. Certainly more generous. Certainly more tempting. But still, in the end this would be more than just a business arrangement. He just didn't know what her angle was. But he let it go for now. If she was going to stick to the "I'm not looking for anything" line, he'd let her. It would make the "I told you so" when she finally admitted to wanting something more that much sweeter.

"Fine, business proposition, I'll make you money. You'll enable my addiction and we're all happy, happy people," Jack attempted to keep some of the sarcasm out of his voice. He failed. But he was startled when she invaded his space, getting right close to him. Her scent was overwhelming and he almost took a step back. "Yeah, I get it. Scratching backs, yeah." He blamed the cocaine for his concentration on her physical presence. His first real hit of the stuff and he couldn't help but notice. . . all of her.

Potential. Right. Jack could have been a lot of things and a waiter/drug mule wasn't exactly top on his list. But it was what he got and what she seemed to be offering so Jack went with it. He listened with a little skepticism, at first. Strong hands? Strong eyes? Jack shook his head slightly. If he was so strong, why was he tired all the time? Why did he feel broken down? He didn't say anything though until. . . "Rest? . . .That sounds good. Relax, right? I can finally. . . just relax? Nothing to worry about?" He was very anxious, now. Something had gotten through to him. The idea of simply sleeping at night without having to shoot up. A good bed. A real blanket. . . All those things he didn't have right now.

"How far away is this place?. . . Does it have a big bed?" Jack winced. That last little question sounded a little childish.

 

[Yoshie]

That was the key to making his tone soften up. It was hard already seeing as though his guard was up but she knew that it’d be a hard task ahead of her to break him completely. He wasn’t a mindless drone like everyone said and she knew that he wasn’t just some junkie. No, with those you can tell the difference, they did nothing but get high all day, this one got high to get through the day. She spoke softly as seeing that she was finally dressed and leading him outside the club.

“Happiness is the key to this life right? Some achieve it and some die trying to find it. However, some need to rely on others to guide them to happiness.” She touched his chest. They left out of the club and she locked up the front. She placed an arm around him and led him to her car. “This is my car.” She said as she opened the door for him. The car was a black Rolls Royce, it was big on the inside with white interior the dashboard Armani two joysticks to both 360 and PS3 consoles and both white and red wine and of course Winry’s favorite Johnny Walker Red, Black, Blue, Green, Gold, and Swing. The seats could be temperature controlled, there was a wide screen HDTV, a mini fridge and an assortment of candy and cigars. The passenger’s seat reclined, it vibrated for a perfect massage and the buttons on the dashboard were glow in the dark. There was GPS navigation and the car could park itself.

After driving for half an hour they pulled up to a large condo building the building seemed to touch the heavens. She got out and opened the car door. Taking his hand she led him inside, the hallway of the loft area was beautifully decadent with paintings of all sorts. There was a red carpet that they were to walk on as they past security to the elevators. The large golden doors opened and they were the only two on the elevator. A thumbprint was required to access the level she was trying to and she placed her thumb on the large cold panel.

“Welcome back Winry...Good Evening Master Jack”​

“Jack you are on the 69th floor. But don’t fret this is a special elevator. You don’t feel it going anywhere, so you won’t spend all day on here. This elevator is a high definition elevator which means that it skips floors according to who is on it. Here we are.” They entered the elevator from the left and exited through the right. Yes, it was a two-way elevator. Getting off you could smell the red and white roses through the hall, they were lined with them. The carpet was an expensive Euro-Asian with patterns that were hand crafted into each stitch and it went on for as long as the hallway was.
“Another neat trick about this place is that you don’t walk on this floor. See this panel here? You place your hand here and it recognizes what room you are in. Once that is done well you will see.” Winry placed her hand on the panel and the floor began moving them toward their destination, fast! She grabbed hold of him to make sure that he didn’t fall; his head was now resting on her breasts. “Scary at first but you will get used to it.” She said as the floor stopped. “Here we are 69th room of the 69th floor. Take off your shoes please Innocent.” She pulled out the keys from her breasts and then opened the door. The place could only be described as gorgeous. To your left was a balcony that was as big as the eye could see. To the right was the kitchen and bar lounge area and behind it was a waterfall curtain with all types of lights illuminating the water. The bar was stocked with liquor of assortments to her favorite Johnny Walker of different flavors. The kitchen had every appliance that you could imagine and they were all stainless steel.

The living room was in a different part of the house, there was no doorknobs, all the doors were sliding doors that activated when you came near them. The living room had its own theater like atmosphere, lights dimmed a projection like screen covered the wall the sofa, and you literally sank in. The carpet was plush and white; it was like walking on a cloud. There were all sorts of entertainment from DVD’s to game consoles and every game for the PS3, 360, and Wii consoles. An eighteen disk track stereo system that played both IPOD and MP3 songs just by name recognition and the wall paintings were wonderful. There was even one where Winry was naked lying with a white tiger. She blushed forgetting that was there. “I’ll have that taken down if you wish…moving onto the bedroom.” The bedroom was in a separate room and when the door opened you saw a giant red and black California King size Canopy bed with pillows adoring the top. The pillows were hand made from different parts of Europe, Asia, and India, imported with the finest silk and other different types of cloth. The bedroom too had a balcony and you could see the entire loft from where you were standing. The curtains were a shade of black that was a mixture of silk and cashmere. Candles surrounded the place and there was a fifty karat gold chandelier that was in the middle between the bed and the balcony. The Dresser was Armani, it had three walk in closets and the lamps were from Peru.

“…That’s the tour of the house. Not many rooms I know, but eh.” She took the keys from her breasts and threw it at him. This place used to be mine until I had my home built. You can stay here if you wish; All you need to do is place your handprint and thumbprint on the panel back by the entrance to prove that you live here. The computer will do the rest. Now for the terms, I ask that you clean up after yourself and take care of my Johnny Walker. It’s very special to me and I would like to have a drink every now and again. You know we all have our vices. I expect to see you at work early tomorrow morning. You will work for me from now on, if you wish I could have someone drive you home every night or you can catch the bus your preference. Any questions?”

 

[KingSandy]

Jack had little idea behind all this generosity that he was right that she was looking for something more out of it. Right now, he couldn't fathom it but he went along with no questions asked. She'd finally convinced him that she, Winry Seduction, was being honest and upfront about their business deal. Or it could be the coke still in his system, that could be it, too. She touched his chest gently and Jack didn't stiffen or recoil from the touch. He was hesitant to figure out whether he minded her invading his personal space or not. Usually, he'd have a problem with it. But she was giving him a new home. "Right. Some people just need someone to lean on, I guess." She had an arm around him already and that had made him tense. He told himself to relax. A pretty woman with her arm around you, it's not a big deal. She's helping you out. Jack took in the car. Which probably cost more than everything in his apartment. Probably more than even all the money he'd spent over the years on drugs. "Holy shit. . . Where do you get something like this?" He slid himself inside, gazing wonderingly at the comfortable interior with its drinks, games, TV all kinds of things that Jack hadn't known you could put in a car and have it all work.

A half hour drive. Jack spent the entire time playing with all the neat electronics but conspicuously staying away from drinking anything. He wondered if just being driven would come out of his "pay" or something and was loath to ask if he would have to pay for any drinks he had in the car.

Jack didn't know how people lived as rich people.

At least, not this rich. Jack took off his shoes.

Thumbprint doors. Jack was at a loss for words and simply let Winry trail him around. The condo was amazing! More room than he'd ever seen in one place. Pillows, beds that were startlingly clean. A full kitchen and bar. Filled with all of Miss Seduction's favorites. Everything was lush and shiny and made of materials that Jack had only seen occasionally. This was beyond words. He sank down onto the bed, feeling a bit weak-kneed. "Um, thank you. Really. This is almost too much." The keys hit him in the chest and he fumbled to catch them. "Yes ma'am, I'll be at work tomorrow, early as you like. Um. . . if it's not too much trouble. . .I'd like to be driven." Hey, he wasn't about to catch the bus from this place. What if someone decided to mug him. . . "N-no questions, otherwise, Miss Winry. I'm still kind of taking this all in." He laid back on the bed, snuggling into the silken sheets and woolen blanket.

"Wow. So. . .soft."

 

[Yoshie]

Finally answering his question from when they were in the car she felt it relevant to answer them while they were comfortable inside the loft where it was a little nicer and with sound proof walls in certain parts of the loft she could say what she wanted without fear of others hearing. While he walked around observing things in the loft with all his senses she made sure that he was comfortable. “Well let’s see where do I begin? The car, my beautiful Rolls Royce is vintage, I’ve had him for some time now and every so often I like to upgrade him. You know give him a tune up here and remodel the seats here, and well test out the latest games. I spend a lot of time traveling and looking at an old relic of a car just was not going to cut it for me. I need excitement, spice, a change in scenery you know?”

She watched him, the more she watched him the more she became amused with him. He was generally grateful and it seemed like the look on his face told that he felt a little out of place. She smiled and dimmed the lights in the condo and opened the balcony letting a breeze in. It was a beautiful night and looking up you could see all the stars, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. She walked back into the loft and saw that he was now lying on the bed literally sprawled out. She decided to take this time and have fun; besides, she didn’t want to return home just yet. So, she walked into the bar area of the living room and lounge area and poured herself a drink, she sipped at it and then came into the bedroom where he was. She had slipped her shoes off at the door so now she was just in her black leggings.

She stood in front of him and finished her drink and then placed the empty glass on the nightstand by the bed. Her eyebrow rose and then she nodded when he said that he would be at work early. Her next question was answered when he said that he would like to be driven. Looking at him she climbed on top of the bed and crawled towards him her ass straight in the air. Her hands touched his legs then went to his thighs and eased their way up. “Well, let’s see you have tomorrow and Monday to impress me. I want to see what you can do.” She got under the covers with him, yes she was quite intrusive. “It is comfortable, however it’s not very comfortable when you are always working and you do not have time for a thing like rest and relaxation. Besides you are warm, and it’s nice to feel that warmth after so long.”

Johnnie Walker and sleep mixed together made a powerfully bad combination. Now she was cuddled up on him resting with her eyes closed. She still had her dress on and she did plan on getting up, but lying in the bed next to someone warm made her feel safe and well she was planning on getting up…planning on… Yep she held on tight to him as she was about to drift off to sleep. Even a woman as mean as Seduction needed something to have next to her. Unfortunately, at this time and place Jack seemed to be that thing that she needed.