Money, Power and Respect (Ivory11 + Yoshie)

[Ivory11]

It was a cool saturday night in the luxurious Beverly Hills as a certain mansion near the middle of the district was all lit up, complete with lights shining high into the clear night sky with hundreds of photographers and reporters around the area. Limousines were pulling up one at a time in a constant stream and a mixture of business tycoons, actors, singers and anyone else who can count their money in the hundreds of millions, and in the case of some, in the billions, stepped out and walked up the fine velvet carpet to the front door, being offered fine little nibbles before they even reach the front door.

Within one of these limos, a jet-black one with tinted windows and bullet proof sides and glass, sat a large, fat, old man, but he's a man with 4.2 billion dollars at his disposal, and at his side was a woman who's beauty could not be matched among those who hogged the big screen, the kind of woman you'd think would only exist with photoshop.
the man turned to her, sticking another thick cuban cigar in his mouth as he pulled out another bottle of black label Johnny Walker from the cooler, sitting it in between him and his date "have another swig, you'll need it to live through the sea of faggots and yuppy fucks we're about to wade into" as you can see this man wasn't exactly a pleasant person to be around, but if you needed to draw people's eye, the only better person would be someone like Mel Gibson, if you wanted to open doors to investors and high profile customers, there was none better than Gerald Frank the multi-billionaire oil and weapons tycoon, of course it was unlikely Winry would be going home with him, as his life of abusing his body with decadence has left him unable to have any kind of sex, in truth to him, Winry was just an accessory, something for the cameras as he walked in, to ignore once they were past the doors.

the Limo stopped, and the doors were opened, Gerald got out first with a loud groan, and he then offered a hand for Winry.

 

[Yoshie]

First-off the only reason she had agreed to go with him was because he had just dished out a quick $500,000 for her club. He gave her the check and she went and bought new chairs new glasses for the bar and now the bar’s counters were red wood. New floors and her office now soundproof and the glass was bulletproof; not saying she needed it but it was always something happening in other clubs so just to be cautious she shelled out the money to get it. Better safe than sorry right? She got in the car only because he had also shelled out for her outfit and her hair; nails and her car and house. So, as long as she didn’t have to spend her money for a time being she was fine she could care less if he was a billionaire, men were good for money and that's what she was attracted to.

Now power; power was something she would gain on her own, by hanging with powerful people. The more dangerous the more powerful and the more powerful the more deadly the game. She had ties to everything so this oi tycoon would giver her access to the Arabs and more Americans in higher places. The more names she knew the more money she could make. That was her agenda, but he knew, he knew well and with her on his arm he would get more women, but the women would not bring profit like Seduction no Winry had brains as well as beauty. So she brought something more to the table than entertainment; she brought business.

Granted she didn’t like him, using people was her specialty. Those eyes of hers were lust itself, those luscious full lips and that million dollar smile paid for itself. She knew what she was to him, she knew that she was a prize, a show floor toy, but remember kids; parents taught you that if you don’t take care of your toys someone else will. That’s what she was looking for, that’s what she wanted. She needed an in, she needed to get past these doors and Seduction would shine. Her black dress, her long black hair and her Half Japanese and half black skin, she was tanned thanks to the summer heat. Her sun kissed skin; she showed more black traits than Japanese but her eyes were 100% Asian.

Once she got behind those doors all eyes were on her; this is what she wanted; all the looks all the attention. She paid no mind to those men who were locked eyes with hers, she was a tough cookie so she went for the ones who paid no mind to her. She was not leaving the area until everyone knew Winry Seduction.

“Hello Boys…” She said as she walked past a few. She was headed to the food longue and then to the bar.

 

[Ivory11]

the men of the party did look, oh boy did they look, but they didn't look at her like a savvy businesswoman, no, they looked at her like a piece of ass... which is pretty much what she came as.
As soon as they entered, Gerard let go of her to join another group of men, two white, one chinese and two arabs to discuss money, their favorite subject.
Soon after entering an old arab man came up behind her and grabbed her ass, one of his brothers behind him laughed "western whore" they laughed in arabic, but their attention was soon turned away to harassing a couple of blonde white girls in the same way. the party was crowded but there was also room to move, of course not all the men here were pigs, many bought their wives and even when she walked in, many men didn't pay her any mind, there were more important matters to discuss afterall. Bill gates was there as well with his wife, talking business with a Japanese technology firm CEO and Mel Gibson walked past her, all the big names, all the big shots, all were here.

At the food lounge, it was exactly the same, a few airheaded bimbos talking about brainless shit, some hollywood starlets, one of whom was in the middle of her latest publicity stunt "breakdown" and had security standing near her to throw her out as soon as she started making a scene, which looked like it was imminent. At the bar, most was the same, howeer she was the only woman there, all the other women were standing around at other areas drinking champagne from little glasses and complaining about the good life, in fact as Winry passed one, she was talking about her affair with the pool boy even though her husband recently took them both on an international luxury cruise, where she also cheated on him with several of the crew.

while at the bar, the men talking beside her bought up a new subject "Hey, did you hear James DeNario's here?" "... who?" "stock broker, he's only 23 and already worth 57.5 million" "you're kidding!" "nope, guy won a 2 million jackpot at the Crown Casino in Melbourne and invested all the money, he got a good head on his shoulders" "so, why bring this up?" "hey man, he's 23 and already being called the king of wall street, by the time he's 30 a lotta people think he's gonna be a billionaire" "unless he fucks it up" "true"
While they spoke, the man next to Winry ordered himself a beer, not even a fancy beer but probably the most common beer... well, common for some, considering it had to be imported from Australia, he got a bottle of VB beer. Taking a good swig from it he glanced towards Winry "hate to open with a star wars quote but, nowhere else will you find a more wretched hive of cum and villainy" he sighed, obviously referring to the party.

 

[Yoshie]

Winry scooted to the bar; she noticed the look on their faces, their smug faces were filled with lust and bad intentions. Money was rampent in this place yes; but so was malice and deceit. Everyone in this place had a reason why they were so powerful. Why they had the status that they had and why they wanted to keep it. She hissed as she ordered a cup of Johnny Walker Red Label. The bartender brought it out along with a coaster.

Clank, Clank,

Went the ice in the glass. What marvelous glass it was, not made in America that is for sure. As she sipped her drink a male looking no older than seventeen sat next to her. He seemed to be commenting on the party and the interesting crowd that it drew. She did not turn her head to meet him. Instead she just simply nodded at his statement. She remembered the men earlier talking about a similar looking boy who just so happened to be a tycoon himself. A progeny; a boy genius. This was indeed her chance; but she knew this would not be as easy as the fat bloak she brought in with her. No, this man was smooth, calculated and logical. Or so she assumed.

"It depends on the taste of the individual..." She began. "A lot of people here have a front up. They want to be worth millions... billions; in fact but let's be honest to ourselves here Innocent. How many here have borrowed their suit, their tie; their car? How many are really worth what they claim their net worth is? I can point out a few... it takes a sharper eye and an even sharper nose to smell a wolf in sheep's clothing. However, once you get them talking... the smell is overwhelming."

((OOC: Sorry for posting so late I just got in from work. I will respond to the other shortly.))

 

[Ivory11]

The young man nodded as she spoke "true, all true... I must say though" he sculled the rest of hie drink then slammed the bottle onto the counter "You talk big for a woman who came in on a fat, manipulative oil baron bastard's arm, couldn't get in with the other floozies?" he turned his head and looked her dead in the eyes, he knew who she was, a small time business owner, he did checks on everyone at the party, who they were, why were the real deal and who were the pretenders, he's crushed hundreds small business owners like her before, and he's made small business owners like her into multi-millionaires overnight, depending on which one had the most potential for large stock growth, and a nice but single night club didn't appeal to him all that much "so what are you here for? to expland your clientele? get some investors in exchange for giving them some pussy? or perhaps you're trying to pull a little scam like "Cindy" AKA Rebecca Wulsterfield over there?" he pointed to a blonde girl with nice but obviously implant tits talking up Gerald, the same man Winry came in on "she's a slimy little cunt that one, already got 27.7 million in her personal accounts by doing the same thing, fucking some rich guy, and claiming to being raped, trivializing such a thing till it's akin to a goddamn joke just to make more money than she knows what to do with" he sighed, ordering another beer "can you believe she bought a Yacht, then claimed she can't pay the rent on her penthouse apartment? stupid girl has no idea how to handle money in the slightest"

one by one, he made conversation by pointing out little dirty details to the various patrons to the party all around, cheaters, embezzlers, liars, cheats, pedophiles, rapists, human rights abusers, animal rights violators, until finally he turned to her "And now comes the question... miss, Winry "seduction" great little alias by the way... are you REALLY looking to get into business with these kinds of people? you know the worst of people face to face, of that I have no doubt, but what about behind closed doors?" he bought up his third drink, taking a mighty swig of it, it was blatantly obvious that he had no interest of being here, he hated this place and everyone in it, no-one was a decent human being, no-one had any respect for anyone else, his own reason for being there was purely to maintain his business by catching up with "clients" he wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

 

[Yoshie]

Winry listened intently as the man spoke. His somber voice hissing the names of each individual. Especially Cindy. Then again everyone knew that girl. She scoffed at the slight mention of the women. Seeing as she looked down on the leech and for good reason. Winry was nothing like her; not in the slightest. She used people sure; but they benefited from it as well and she was taught and raised to never ever use her body as a weapon. She believed heavily in Karma. What goes around comes around and Cindy was living proof of that.

"I know her... I care not too. She's gotten thrown out of my establishment plenty of times and thus here she is mooching off the rich and famous like always. I tried to help her... but alas she is stuck in her ways. She is the type to believe that money makes people happy. That is a lie if I've ever heard one." She eyed the boy telling everyone's business to her; to which she already knew but she let him talk and neither said a yes or a no to any question. Until the subject of herself came up. Those red eyes of hers shot daggers at him and for good reason. "Innocent, you can pry all day and still won't find anything on me. I like to keep my name out of people's mouths if I can help it! Yes I run a Establishment not a club. I keep my affairs clean like my business and I will have it no other way. The oil tycoon you are so fond of ... the reason he had me on his arm was because he is a supporter of one of many of my establishments. I care not for the money and fame dear. I am simply trying to keep my head above water by finding suitors for what I have." She corrected him pouring her another glass of her Johnny Walker.

She began to speak again. "I am not into what these infidels are interested in. I care not for swindling people out of money; con-artist or scammers. I keep my hands as clean as my establishments. You hear nothing of rape or murder when my name or any of my companies are mentioned. I am here to find suitors. Nothing more nothing less. That man was my way in, and I was his arm candy. Nothing more nothing less. Hypocritical? No, I've never slept with any suitors nor businessmen for money. I can't use people and I do not abuse my power to seduce. Nice alias? Don't we all have an alter ego? And for someone as informative as you are Innocent you can't even answer your own question. Why am I here... why are you here if you so desperately loathe this place? You must be a Leo... always wanting to know why? Always in the business of cloaking yourself and learning about others eh? So..." She moved closer to him, she ran her fingers up his arm. "Tell me Innocent... what are you hiding? Why are you here... and what makes you better than anyone else here? And don't try to play me for a fool Mr. Genius... There are brains that go along with my body... unlike Cindy over there."

 

[Ivory11]

He began smiling when she started asking him questions, by the end he was laughing "hahahaha! oh I like you, I like you, normally when I start calling people out like that they start going.." he reenacted what most of them would do, backing up a step and putting their hands up in front of them, and he followed up with a mock accent "woah woah buddy, I ain't like them, eh? fuck them guys" he continued laughing, getting into the position he was in before "what am I hiding?... every dirty little secret that keeps half of these fuckers out of jail, you might, if I may assume, think what I just told you is damaging to these people, but in reality the Paparazi know it already, but yours truly pulls a few strings and pays the right people to get everything those parasites get on them in the fire, and not the headlines" he finished his beer, this time ordering a Carlton Draught, another Australian beer. once it was poured he looked her dead in the eyes "I'm here as a courtesy, to remind my bread and butter that I'm still here for them, and to make sure they're still there for me, you're an entrepreneur yourself, and given the success of your cl- sorry, Establishments, I'm sure you understand that to keep your head above water, sometimes you need to cling to whatever's in reach, no matter how unpleasant it may be"

He sighed, looking behind himself, Cindy, that same girl, she tripped over after the heel on one of her high heels cracked, sending her plummeting right into the buffet table, the man laughed but he kept himself from bursting out laughing, with the dark and gritty out of the way, he pointed to her subtly "so, you were Cindy's mentor huh? we all have those little lost causes" he put his beer down, sighing "you know, if you're company has gone public, stocks and all that, then I could get you more investors and "suitors" than you could hope for at a place like this, you can hand out business cards, chat up the richest most influential guys here and most you'll get is their own patronage and a few twitters, which would be great if you got a celebrity to do that, but you'd have to pay big money for their public endorsement, one group E-Mail to my contacts and you'll have all the backers you could dream of" he paused, once again looking her dead in the eyes "but... it comes with a price"