The Untouchable Kingpin (Gent X SugarPlum)

Los Angeles belonged to the The Gentleman. Not in the sense of political power or the hearts and minds of the people, but The Gentleman ran the majority of the profitable businesses in the underground. He was the owner of a upscale gentleman's club but behind closed doors, he ran the most profitable rackets in the city. Some in his circle wondered why he simply did not give up the life of crime but it was something that he would never walk away from. He loved the drugs, prostitution, extortion and gambling that he was involved in because it brought him power and respect above anything else those who lived a 'straight and narrow' lifestyle. William, as no one ever referred to him out of respect, had the power to make and break almost anyone in the city, even to the point that most politicians and police chiefs ignored things that The Gentleman was involved in.

Tonight, like most other nights, The Gentleman could be found in his VIP lounge at Ace's Gentleman's Club. A casino themed strip bar that brought together the best of both worlds and The Gentleman got a cut of it all. Dressed in a simple black suit and crisp, open white shirt, William enjoyed a drink and conversation with one of his closest advisors. They were discussing a tragedy that had happened recently in the family. Last week, the police arrested three of his whores and a bodyguard that had been with them. While The Gentleman could have easily bailed them out, he had a no arrest rule that everyone knew not to break. People who worked for them served their time to answer for their stupidity however, William would allow them to return once their time was over. For the time being, William had some holes in his roster that needed to be filled and tonight new prospects were being brought to the club for William to meet and determine whether or not they could work for him.

Elle was one of the new prospects, but she wasn’t looking to fill in one of his ‘whore’ slots like one might expect at first glance. She was a beautiful young woman, very fit- thanks to an intensive training regimen at LAPD. She was a young up-and-comer with no real reputation out in the field yet, but with her looks and promise she had been a perfect pick in the chief’s attempt to start cleaning up crime in the city. Of course, nothing was official yet since she still needed to infiltrate.

The club did not impress her. Neither did any of the criminals, who Elle was looking forward to locking behind bars as soon as possible! Her expression was unreadable as she was lead through the gentleman’s club and took in her surroundings- mentally, she had already planned out her escape route if something went terribly wrong; beyond the cringing sensation she got from being in a place like this.

The young woman stood out, even with as many beautiful women that were already present in this place. Naturally she wore a lot more clothes than they did, but somehow eyes still found her and lingered with a misplaced hope that she might shed her layers. She didn’t, of course- dressed professionally in a black skirt suit that hugged her body nicely- and showed off her smooth, slender, muscular legs. The clothes clung to her enough that there was no question that the body beneath was very fit. Her long red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail- practical, just like she was. Her bright blue eyes were deep, piercing, and perceptive and without the emphasis of heavy eye make-up. As far as make up was concerned, she was only wearing a sheer layer of gloss over naturally pink lips.

When she stepped into the VIP room, she offered up a polite smile with no warmth while the man who escorted her in introduced her. “Elle Stevens.” He just said shortly, wrongly assuming what she wanted- though she didn’t dress like a whore. Stevens wasn't actually her last name, but she chose to use the correct first name since it was her first undercover gig and it'd be easier to respond properly to her name if it was already familiar. It was not even her first year on the force, but this was a high profile assignment. It disgusted Elle to know the reason she got it probably had more to do with her looks than anything- her athletic body and stunning coloration, curves to kill for... how could any crook say no to having her in his employ?

William was mid laugh his solider brought in the young woman. His dark brown eyes shifted up to the woman as he nodded a bit as a sign for the men to back away a little. In silence, he looked over the woman for a moment becoming slightly uneasy. It was a weird, hard to describe feeling. On one hand, the woman was very pretty and well put together, extremely overdressed to approach him to ask for work as a whore. She would be good in the role though perhaps for some of the more prestigious clients.

"Elle Stevens." His voice was deep and smooth some would even describe it as inviting, a good facade for some one who was responsible for destruction and death. "A pleasure to meet you." He smiled at her but did not move from his spot. He raised his glass again and sipped his drink again. "You look smart and sober not to mention you're beautiful. Are you sure you want to go into this line of work? We have openings downstairs as dancers and behind the bar." William tilted his head a bit, looking around at the people in the room. "Could we have a moment please?"

Everyone except his most trusted bodyguards and Elle would leave the room and William sat back motioning for Elle to take a seat to his left. His eyes would never travel far from her face although he did take in bit of her frame some more. The Gentleman waited a moment or two further before taking another sip of his drink. "Can I offer you a drink? We have a full bar downstairs and this one is on me." His question wasn't really a question but it would be interesting to at least hear her response.

"It's nice to meet you too." the young woman answered politely in response to his greeting, but her tone still lacked any real warmth. He did not want a warm and friendly bodyguard did he? She doubted it. But since she wasn't seven feet tall and bulging with muscle, she needed every edge she could take to come off properly.

"I think there might be some misunderstanding about the job I'm applying for." Elle answered when the others left the room and took a seat to his left just as he indicated, sitting carefully with her legs pressed together and her hands in her lap. Her eyes kept sweeping about the room, an almost predatory awareness- she had the reflexes of a tiger and would be quick to react if anyone moved against her. A good trait for a bodyguard, but an even better trait for an undercover cop.

"I am not looking into getting into the sex trade." she assured him in answer to his question, she was not fooled by his tone- but hers probably spoke volumes about the type of woman she was. Low, flat, with an edge that could easily be honed and sharpened. Her voice might have been soft, but she wasn't. The effect was such that no one who heard her voice failed to miss even a single syllable, having to resist to lean in to hear better since it might be dangerous to get close. "I am much more interested in the open bodyguard position. Don't be fooled by my gender, I am more than capable." she spoke confidently, but even if he didn't take her words at face value she would be able to prove it. It was hard to tell, but the young woman was armed to the teeth- no one bothered frisking a whore applicant.

"I would rather not drink during a job interview, it's not very professional to be impaired. I'd rather be at my best." he probably didn't want drunken bodyguards, so she didn't expect he would insist. The last thing she needed was having her judgment clouded over in a haze of alcohol, she needed to stay sharp and focused!

It was rather rude of him but William responded to her statement that she wanted the bodyguard position with a hearty laugh. Although he remained cool and calm on the outside, this statement put him at an alerted state. One thing The Gentleman knew very well was to never underestimate a women, it was a lesson that he taught people everyday on the streets as he used pretty faces to manipulate hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Surely, this woman, who had the balls to walk into his establishment and stare him directly in the face and say something has bold as what she had just said had go be able to back it up. It was then that he decided to go forward with this little game.

William reached up and grabbed a glass, pouring her a drink of his finest bourbon. "Don't you know that it's not polite to turn down a drink from pleasant company?" He raised the glass that was to be for her a swirled it around a bit before sliding it over to her. "You do consider me pleasant company don't you?" The Gentleman raised his glass toward her expecting for her to do the same or risk him becoming offended and took another sip of the decade aged bourbon, "I do love a good bourbon." He smiled handsomely before setting his glass down and looking over the young woman again.

William had been many places and seen many things, non compared to the power of a well put together woman. As he pondered over this Elle, he decided that she very well may become a powerful asset to his team. It would be much easier to blend in places without 300 lb men following him all the time. The Gentleman, no stranger to a good brawl himself, and this girl, if she was competent, could be a dangerous combination. Hell, if she was smarter than these dumb asses he surrounded himself with, which she probably was, then she might even prove to eventually become an ally.

"Steven!" William called go the man standing at the door who took a step forward immediately. At the same time, The Gentleman loosened and removed his very expensive yet simple black leather banded Movado watch and place it on the table. "Let's see if she can stop you from taking my watch." He grabbed his drink again and leaned back to watch the festivities.

Steven immediately sized the young woman up, Elle could see immediately that he had already dismissed her as no threat to him. His stance was more relaxed as it should have been as he reached for the watch, seeming to expect that his intimidating build should be enough to discourage her intervention. He was wrong of course,  but perhaps he could consider what happened next to be a life lesson rather than a humiliation.

Elle's dainty fingers wrapped around Steven's wrist in what started as a soft grip, a light, rather suggestive tug before her grip tightened and twisted sharply  so his thumb was pointed towards her- an unnatural position that causes him to make a very unmanly yowling sound. His free hand swiped at her, balled into a fist as he realized his mistake and tried to backtrack. Her foot connected with his upper back, causing him to lurch forward towards the table. Elle pinned his twisted arm behind his back and her other hand pinned his face into the table while her foot remained on his back to keep him down. He could probably have done much better if he hadn't underestimated her, but even if he had used caution her training gave her quite the edge.

Her eyes met with the Gentleman's. His watch was untouched on the table even though it was inches from Steven's face. He was still, since he was no no position to move.it only took her a few moments to move her hand from the back of his head and to catch his other hand, keeping them behind his back with that grip that threatened to break bone or damage muscle. While her desire was to inflict more damage, she didn't. This was a test, not a real situation, and he probably liked having the option of leaving them unharmed even though none of the scumbags deserved it- least of all the Gentleman.

William smirked a bit as Steven moved over obviously underestimating the woman who was applying for a job. It was always interesting to watch men truly believe that they, by some sort of divine providence, were better than women. It did not take long for Elle to teach him a very different lesson to which William watched quietly as Steven was embarrassed but The Gentleman found himself unimpressed. He nodded to the other man in the room, Mark, who quietly began to move around and position himself to be able to steal the watch. His face played a small smile and William picked up his glass and raised his glass to her.

"Break his fucking arm." William spoke rather calmly looking directly at Elle. He was sure that his words would cause a bit of shock, especially to Steven who shifted under the pressure that Elle was putting on him. While it would seem that it was harsh but it would serve as a lesson for all involved so William continued, "Teach this bastard never to underestimate a woman again." At this point he lowered his glass to his lips and took another sip of the fine bourbon. He put his glass down and shifted in his seat finding himself anxious to see what she was going to do.

William found himself excited by this woman. He battled between admiring her bravery and looking down at her cockiness. The next step that she made would determine a lot about how he would deal with her.

The order to break the man's arm did surprise Elle, but she didn't hesitate to comply. Honestly, by underestimating her he had managed to piss her off so it felt kind of good to give that sharp, jerking twist and hear the telltale snapping sound that followed. 

However, even the howl of pain that filled up the VIP room was not enough to distract her from the fact that Mark was edging in closer to take the watch. He was sneaky, and he wasn't underestimating her- but she still positioned herself strategically between him and the watch so he would know she had seen him and was prepared to act accordingly. Despite the fact that she was wearing heels, her stance was impeccably defensive and she seemed to hold herself very well. Overconfident? Maybe, but one couldn't argue that she had the grace of a big cat.

Steven, arm broken, was kicked so he landed on his side away from the table, she did not bother to keep him from landing on that injured arm so he did make another yelping howl like a dog that had been kicked. Her attention could then be focused primarily on Mark in case he attempted to attack or claim the watch. How much of this would the Gentleman require to see that she was serious? Elle was a ruthless cop, she had no problem roughing up criminals. They deserved it. As a bodyguard, her duty would not extend to innocents- she would avoid hurting good people in any way she could. Yet Elle still had a responsibility to infiltrate, sacrifices would have to be made for the greater good.

William stood as she broke the arm of his favorite bodyguard. He inhaled with a sense of disappointment and looked over to Mark waving him to check on Steven and then picking up and fitting his watch back to his wrist. Part of him was in shock, he couldn't believe that this woman really had the never to put his favorite bodyguard in the hospital for six or eight weeks. Then again, if that stupid fucker let her break his arm then he probably deserved it. Mark moved over and helped Steven up trying as hard as possible not to move the arm. Under his breath and between whimpers, Steven vowed to make Elle feel the pain that he felt eventually. Mark looked almost stupidly at The Gentleman, "Uh sir, you want me to take him to the hospital?" William, still standing, picked up his bottle and opened it while walking over to Steven.

The Gentleman lifted the bottle to the mans lips and patted him roughly on the back. "Go get your arm fixed son." He said calmly as if talking to a long time friend, "Use the time to spend time with your boy. If you need anything call me." William smiled to Steven and he returned it. The Gentlemen nodded to them and the two exited the room leaving William and Elle alone.

He turned on his heels to face Elle giving her a nice little smile. "I must say I'm moderately impressed." The Gentleman walked past her and placed the bottle back on the table before quickly turning and releasing his 9MM from the holster on the inside of his jacket. He pointed the pistol right at her nose a space of three feet in between the end of his weapon and her beautiful face. "Tell me Elle. What's a girl with your talents want from me? Hm?" He paused for a moment, his demeanor just as professional and pleasant as it had been this whole time. "Why should I hire you?" He smiled and continued his line of questioning, "I won't lie, I do like you but I'm skeptical of people. When you're in my business there are more people who want to kill you than protect you so you'll have to understand my caution." The Gentleman nodded a bit, signaling this was her chance to speak.

His concerns were valid considering who she was, and how much she would enjoy putting him in the ground. Jail time would have to do, but she intended on being responsible for it. The gun pointing right at her face didn't even make her flinch, though she was alert and aware of the danger.

Taking in a deep breath, she sighed. "Did you know that your security guards didn't check me for weapons when I came in? Just because they assumed I was a whore no doubt, no threat. That's a real flaw in your security, I'd address that soon if I were you." her posture was casual with one hand tucked into her blazer. He'd know she had a gun, but she pulled it out slowly and set it on the table where his watch had been.

"If my goal was to kill anyone here, I wouldn't have wasted time breaking Steven's arm." she pointed out, her tone just as low and unfazed as it had ever been. "I want to work for you because you have a reputation of treating your employees right,  and I knew if I proved myself my gender would be irrelevant to you. I have applied for other positions in this like of work before, but most would immediately dismiss me when they realized my gender before even allowing me a chance. Or, they would hire me and expect me to be a whore for them- never having taken me seriously. So, after all of that, it only seemed natural to come here." her story wasn't really a lie. Elle had suffered plenty of discrimination, until she was able to prove herself and get into law enforcement.

"I am sorry about your bodyguard's arm, but I've found to be taken seriously I need to be twice as ruthless as any man. It's an unfortunate necessity, but I don't regret it. But as a result, it looks like your short another bodyguard for six to eight weeks... It looks like you need me." 

The Gentleman listed to her words very carefully looking for weakness or doubt on her behalf. Everything she said had been true and she knew it as well as he did, except for the last portion. Although he would not show it, he was embarrassed that these dumb ass security guards did not check this clearly dangerous young lady. At a normal speed, he replaced his weapon into his holster and picked up her gun, looking it over before handing it back to her. "Let's make a few things clear. First thing is you work for me and no one else. If you cross me, you die. If I feel like you crossed me, you die. Understand?" William turned his back to her and reached for the glass he had poured for her, extending his arm to give her the glass.

Next, The Gentleman returned to his seat and motioned for her to sit beside him."Get comfortable and don't apologize for that fools arm. He's a good man, loyal to a fault, but he underestimates women." At this point, William shook his head "Honestly, we all do." He paused for a moment thinking about the lack of employees that he had now and sighed. "I hope you don't have any family obligations because we're going to be meeting in the morning. I have some business to deal with and you're going with me but first, we have to make sure you have a proper wardrobe." He took another sip of his drink and finally began to feel the first effects of the alcohol. "I think your presence will serve to put everyone at ease. My business partners may be a little more open to conversation if I bring you instead of a 300 lbs ugly bastard." William laughed a bit as he stood and made his way to the door of the room and opened it as a signal that the others could enter. "I need you to write down your address so I know where to meet you tomorrow morning then, you are getting drunk with me." He turned and smiled at her, looking for a reaction on her face.

"I expected more death threats first." Elle said with a bit of a laugh as she accepted the glass from him, she didn't want to get drunk with him since it would put her in a more vulnerable position than she was comfortable with- but it looked like he was going to insist, and she couldn't afford to refuse. She took a sip of the glass as she took a seat beside him, considering how worth it would be when she could use everything he told her against him. Most people were too afraid to cross him, perhaps soon she'd see why? Not that she had any intention of being caught, but even the politicians and a large portion of the police force thought it was less risky to be bribed than to try to do anything about his criminal practices. But unlike many of them, Elle didn't have a family he could threaten- she was alone in this world. All he could threaten was her life, and honestly she wasn't that afraid of dying.

"I don't have any family obligations." she confirmed, "My only living relative is someone I haven't seen in..." she thought about it. "Four years? Close enough, anyway." her demeanor about that was rather casual, a fact that she had long accepted and was no longer hurt by. Being alone was natural, and it was what had driven her to be a strong and independent woman. She couldn't afford to be delicate and feminine in this dangerous city, she would be foolish with her looks to walk down the street without a gun at the very least. People had hurt her in the past, but she wouldn't let it happen again- she'd put away anyone who tried to hurt her, or anyone else.

"What kind of wardrobe do you expect me to habe?" she asked as she pulled a notepad out of her pocket and jotted down her address. It wasn't really her place, but it would be for the duration of her undercover mission. It was a small top-floor apartment in an old building- a nondescript kind of place with low rent because it was dilapidated and in a bad neighborhood. A believable place to live for a young woman who had had trouble finding work, who lived alone, and who had apparent street smarts. She handed him the piece of paper, "That's the place." and nodded slightly. "I can meet you in the morning, but do you really want me drunk?" she didn't sound pleased about it, but her tone also told him she'd do as she was told regardless of her wishes. "Do you want a drunk bodyguard?" was he even taking her seriously?

Honestly, it didn't matter as long as he let her in... but if he didn't, it would hurt her pride.

William made his way back to his seat and chuckled a little bit. "You knew good and well when you walked through the door that I'll kill you if I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I don't have to tell you that." His words were light and almost jovial even though the topic was not. The Gentleman had no family that anyone knew of so he understood the pain that could come with a loss or absence of family however, it served to be beneficial for his cause because the less family she had the less people that worried about her disappearance that was about to come.

William heard her ask about her wardrobe but ignore her question as he reached out and grabbed for the paper looking over it before shaking his head. "This is no good," he sighed a bit knowing the neighborhood that she stayed in. "This is El Eme territory." William started, "We'll have to find you a new apartment but for the meantime you can stay at my estate in the guest house." The Gentleman, obviously more comfortable now refilled her glass as she asked her final question. "Fortunately, you've taught us a very valuable lesson today about security." William then looked around at the people who had returned to the room and were talking amongst themselves, enjoying their night. "Tonight, you are not working. You're here as a guest so enjoy yourself."

Almost as if it was planned, a server came through the door with a food and drink menu and brought it over to the table. William pointed to Elle instructing the man to give her the menu. "Bring the lady a Cosmo will you? And I'll have a Jameson and Ginger Ale." The server nodded then quickly left the room. "Elle, I know that you're new here but let me explain something to you. Don't question me. If I tell you something, it's because I mean it." William paused for a moment as he looked at her as serious as possible, "And if you do question me you better be right about it. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes." Elle answered, she'd have to bite her tongue pretty often it seemed since she tended to speak her mind- that wasn't going to get her far here. She noticed he ignored her question about the wardrobe, which made her wonder if she was going to hate whatever he required. Or maybe it'd be standard bodyguard gear, like a bullet proof vest? There was plenty she wanted to argue about, such as his intention of having her stay in his guest house. Strategically, it would be good for her 'real' job but the idea still made her skin crawl to know she'd be sleeping somewhere with him close by. He disgusted her!

Cosmo. She tried not to scrunch her nose at the drink he chose for her bit she accepted it anyway when it was brought to her. She'd drink it, but girly drinks weren't really her thing- Elle was more comfortable with the bourbon but she didn't say anything about it. It wouldn't kill her to be a little more feminine... probably. Elle wasn't exactly talkative so if he wanted conversation he was going to have to strike it up with her. This didn't feel right to her, but how could it? She was being very careful though- no wires, no spycams, nothing like that. The police of course knew she was there, what her role was- at least, a trusted few did. But if things went to hell there was a high possibility that they wouldn't even attempt to rescue her if it was too risky.

Elle was not going to enjoy herself, but she would attempt to play the part- try to force herself to relax just a little more. The alcohol might just help with that, but she wasn't willing to surrender completely to intoxication even if he wanted her to. Things could go so wrong if she slipped up, the stakes were so high! While she pretended to consider her options on the menu, her mind was racing and working out the possibilities. But the young woman was a carnivore- and went with steak. Why not? Protein was a bodyguard's staple!

The Gentleman had begun side conversation with a young dancer who was trying to tempt him into a expensive private dance. Once he realized it her waved her off, smacking her full round ass when she turned away. His attention shifted back toward Elle wondering if he had offended her. William gazed at her for a moment, something was different about her and he could not put his finger on it but a part of him was intrigued by it and the other part of him was very nervous about it. His silence was broken after she ordered a steak, "Listen. I did not mean to offend you and I'm not looking for a 'Yes-man' " he paused for a moment and sipped his drink, "Woman."

The Gentleman put down his glass and stood to remove his jacket, speaking to her as he did so. "I don't need a 'Yes-Woman'. People call me The Gentleman for a reason, apart from the allure, I do treat people fairly." He got his coat off and threw it across the couch where he had been seated and without his coat his harness and pistol was fully visible. In a normal club, people would be worried about an armed patron but everyone knew that this was his club even if they did not know the nature of his business. Those around his area, who did legitimate business with him, honestly felt that he was a fair man. Those who worked with him in the black market knew a lot more violent man but violence was a necessity in their business.

William crossed his leg creating a four shape with his legs. "I want you to be comfortable here. If you're interested in becoming a part of my family, I'm going to have to get to know you better. Of course," he cautioned, "That's a long way from now but even in your position I would like to be able to actually be comfortable with you around instead of having to carry this," he tapped his pistol, "with me all the time." William stretched a little, checked his watch, then reached down and got his glass again wondering what would come out of Elle's mouth next.

Elle was highly offended by him, but it wasn’t really so much anything he said- it was who he was. When he turned his attention back to her she was taking a second sip of her Cosmo. Actually, it wasn’t half bad! Though her drink of choice was usually vodka mixed with something. A screwdriver, for instance! The vitamin C was a plus!

“I’m not offended.” She answered, a rather rueful smile touching her mouth. “So… you don’t want me to be a yes-‘woman’, but I am never to question you. Unless I’m right, and am willing to bet my life on it- so it sounds like it might be safer to keep my mouth shut, even if I have a gut feeling.” A strand of her long red hair had fallen out of her ponytail during the ‘interview’ process so she absently reached up and pulled her hair loose so it tumbled down her shoulders, combing it back with her fingers to tuck behind her ears.

“What do you want to know about me? If you want to get to know me better, ask away.” It wasn’t like she had enough of a personal life for her to worry about anything he might learn about her. Elle spent a lot of time in the gym- that was basically her hobby. Elle was lively, but a bit too zealous when it came to her pursuit of justice. It seemed to consume her, leaving little room for anything else. Perhaps her life was a bit emptier than she’d like to admit to herself, but she was set in her ways.

“I’m a good bodyguard, I can protect you, but I can’t help if my social skills aren’t up to par with the club scene.” She said a little dryly, “Do you think I’d be able to afford to come drink at a place like this before?” she asked. “Most people tend to be intimidated by me.” Men didn’t tend to like strong women, and women tended to be creeped out by her intensity.

The Gentleman laughed rather loudly at her response to the conundrum that he had presented to her. As fucked up as it may have been, the way she presented it to him was, in essence, exactly how he felt. However there was one flaw that he saw in her logic immediately. Contrary to popular belief, The Gentleman did not take pleasure in killing people especially if the killing was unnecessary. Unfortunately, murder had become all too commonplace in American society so much so that it lost its effect as a tool of control because too many people were willing to die these days. Not so many people were willing to endure pain so pain had become his tool. William had calculated the six week long lesson that Steven would never forget and at the same time, opened an opportunity to get close to his new bodyguard and still keep her at far enough of a distance to prevent any backstabbing.

Her words had fell on attentive ears even though he remained silent for a couple minutes after his laugh subsided. "How can a good bodyguard truly function as a good bodyguard if she is afraid to speak her mind?" The Gentleman let the question fill the room although it was clear that he had not finished saying everything that he needed to say. "You'll have to learn the social scene of anywhere we go if you're going to be effective. Unfortunately for you, physically speaking, the big dumb muscle role doesn't work well for you. Unless you plan on playing a mindless slut, you'll have to learn to fit in."

He smiled softly at her, relaxing a bit more in her presence before addressing the final thing on his mind. "I'm not really one for the whole twenty-one question routine so but it's okay because I'll have plenty of time to get to know you personally. Tell me more about your work experience and have another drink damn it. I refuse to be stuck with you if you plan on being boring and since you decided to break my favorite guards are it does appear that I'm stuck with you so you have no choice but to loosen up." The Gentleman winked at her charmingly before nodded to the arrival of her steak.

“Do you want me to speak my mind, or don’t you?” Elle managed a bit of a laugh, shaking her head. It was a real catch 22, so hopefully she’d be able to trust her instincts and know when to keep her mouth shut- and when not to. “I can assure you I’m not suited to the role of ‘dumb slut’. I’m a bodyguard, not a whore.” the way she said it promised that she’d be more than happy to leave his employ if he forgot that. He didn’t have a reputation of forcing people to stay who didn’t want to be there. Not unless she betrayed him of course, or gave him a reason.

He seemed to like her- or he was good at pretending… so maybe being herself was the best she could do. It wasn’t like anyone really knew Elle; she had no reputation that would alert her to how similar she was to some cop he’d heard about. Nobody had heard about Elle. “I’ll learn to be social.” She assured him, “It’s not like I hate people or anything.” Just criminals like him! Of course that part needed to be left out until she had him behind bars. Elle finished the Cosmo she had been working on and ordered another drink. It looked like she didn’t have a choice but to get tipsy at least, but she opted for a screwdriver next.

“Well, I am only recently out of school.” She told him, she was pretty young so it was believable- she couldn’t have him checking up on any references. “Most of my jobs haven’t lasted long. I already told you why.” The men had been more interested in touching her body than having her guard theirs. It was something she hadn’t tolerated very well! “I spend a lot of time in the gym and like to keep up to date on self-defense tactics too.” Her fit body was all of the proof he needed there! Underneath her professional clothes she had a very athletic body- tone and well defined muscles, without her looking like a beef cake. “This city is dangerous. At first I was only trying to protect myself, but after a while I realized it was something I enjoyed and could put to use; if anyone would give me the chance.”

Enough drinks in, and her body was starting to feel warm and comfortable- like she could just… ooze into her seat. It turned out, when she was drunk, she got a little bit on the giggly side and seemed more easily amused. Serious conversation started to get harder for her to hold onto. Wow, had she really let herself go this badly? What was it… three drinks? She needed to build up her tolerance!

William listened like The Gentleman that he was and at the same time poured himself some more bourbon. Her answers had pleased him for the most part and brought no real doubts to his mind. After refilling his cup he moved over to a large glass window overlooking the main floor of the club and the girls immediately began to clap and cheer at his sudden arrival. He waved a bit before returning his attention to his seat and back to Elle. Nonchalantly he began talking to her again, "I'm glad you're not a dumb slut," he started. The liquor was beginning to play on his judgement a little more now although not on his words just yet. "I am surrounded by enough dumb sluts. Perhaps a little intelligent company is what I need now a days." The Gentleman chuckled a little before raising his glass in her direction then drinking from it.

"So you're a gym rat," he continued after drinking from his glass, "Who wants to help people and you didn't become a cop? How did that happen? You have a record or something?" Under a perfectly sober mind this would raise an immediate red flag. Fortunately for her, he was far too at ease and she had proven herself to him enough for the night. Upon looking around he noticed that everyone around him had succumb to either alcohol or a woman so that nobody was paying attention to the conversation between William and Elle. "I must admit. You'll be far easier on the eyes than any of my past bodyguards," His voice became lower and more charming, "A welcome change to say the very least." He raised his glass toward her again

"I never said I wanted to help people." she corrected, "I just wanted to put my skill to use. I can't be a cop," she laughed, too tipsy to panic about the comment. "I would kick everyone's ass and immaculate them. Not a pretty combination. Besides, I wouldn't be able to do anything more intense than a traffic stop. I wouldn't be allowed to. They call them the 'boys' in blue, enough said." it was a boys club, there was very little room for strong women- the reasons she got where she had didn't please her. It wasn't just because of her skill, which made her feel bitter and feel all the more driven to prove herself, and prove them all wrong about her!

"You can think I'm pretty all you want, just remember that I didn't sign up to be a whore or a dancer." she warned him, finishing up another drink and setting it down on the table with an audible clunk, the ice cubes clinking together. Her arm was slender, but she had a forcefulness about her in everything she did- she was very tightly wound like a spring, building up strength you probably wouldn't want to get out in front of. His lower, more charming voice... sounded quite nice to Elle in her inebriated state. Maybe he really did respect her- so after she got a refill, they clinked glasses and she downed another mouthful. The alcohol felt pleasantly warm going down, but she was probably going to be hung over in the morning. If in her addled state, she managed not to do anything stupid anyway!

William nodded quietly in acceptance of her comment realizing that he had misinterpreted what she said. "A lot of men underestimate the power of a good woman and that where they go wrong." It was obvious that he admired women some even said that they were his weakness and in a sense they were right. His past taught him never to underestimate them but sometimes he would overvalue them as well, a trait that was almost as deadly. William thought it funny that she was so bent up on making sure that she did not want to be a whore or a dancer however, in this state of mind it did not anger him. "Do I look like I need more dancers or whores?" William smiled a bit, "Are you afraid of men?" He perked up a little bit before his next question, "You're not a lesbian are you?" The Gentleman laughed for a while then put his face in his palm, "God. Please tell me I didn't hire a lesbian bodyguard. I'll have to kill people for months if anybody finds this out just so I don't look like a bitch."

William found himself laughing once again and decided that he had quite enough to drink. "Ma'am, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go have a private dance in my private room." He pointed to a red velvet door in the corner of the room. "Once I return we will take our leave. Try not to get too drunk please. We do have an early day ahead of us." The Gentleman gave her a slow, yet shallow bow before heading off toward his private dance quarters. He was followed by a well endowed blonde wearing lingerie and bright read lipstick who shut the door behind them and locked it with an audible click. The dance itself didn't last long but instead the blonde gave him quite the blowjob lasting about 20 minutes before The Gentleman reappeared looking as dapper as he had when he left. No sign, except for considerably less lipstick on the strippers mouth, could be seen. William himself looked considerably more awake now though as he extended his arm out to her. "Ready to go?"

"I don't fear men." she snorted a bit, but her expression did look amused "and I'm not a lesbian. I'm just making really, really sure you don't get the wrong idea about me." well, she'd had bad experiences in the past- but she wouldn't call that fear. Just being really careful! "I can't help but worry about it considering the types of women you surround yourself with. No offense to them, since it's their right." so long as they were willing in the matter. She just didn't want him to think he got a two-for-one deal. A bodyguard AND a whore! "If you're worried about it, maybe you should put together a hiring questionnaire so you can screen applicants better in the future." she joked. "It's not like you need to worry about a discrimination lawsuit being filed against you."

When he excused himself to spend some time with a stripper, she set down her alcohol and stopped drinking promptly since she wanted to sober up a bit. She asked someone to bring her a coffee, which they did, and she sipped on it slowly while she waited for him to finish up. She didn't care what he was doing, though the smeared lipstick told her enough, since she didn't see the lipstick smeared in view on his person. When he extended his arm she nodded and accepted his hand, allowing him to help her to her feet. She was much more sobered up at this point though she was still enjoying a nice buzz- 20 minutes wasn't enough to fix the effects completely, especially given her small stature, but she was able to walk straight and speak a sentence without giggling. She nodded a bit as she walked out with him, surprised that she had made it thus far without getting herself killed- part of her had been tensely anticipating it.

William led her out of the room, through a back door and out to the street where his driver waited for him inside a 2013 all black BMW 745i. This was one of his favorite vehicles and he normally did not require a driver but in this instance, he was too intoxicated to safely navigate home. Being the gentleman that he was, William opened the door for her and motioned for her to step inside before closing the door and heading toward the other side and getting in as well. Without a word the driver headed off in the direction of his estate.

It was a good little ride from the heart of the Red Light District to his massive estate in a suburban neighborhood and he remained quiet for the majority of the time. When they were about 10 minutes away he finally looked over toward her and spoke, "I'll give you a chance to go home tomorrow after we shop. It's important that you don't tell anyone that you are now employed with me." He paused momentarily as he yawned, "I'm only saying this because you said you expected more death threats but if you don't come back I'll find you and allow every male in the city to have his way with you then I'll personally cut out your vagina and suffocate you with it. Understood?" The Gentleman nodded a bit and looked out the window realizing that they were not far from his home.

After going down a two mile long paved driveway, the tree cut away into a large well-kept estate. In the dark, it was difficult to see exactly what was around the area. William planned on giving her a tour eventually but tonight was not the time. "You should find everything you need in the guest house." He pointed to the four bedroom and four bathroom house situated about 150 yards from the main mansion. "If not, there is a red phone in the master bedroom that connects to housekeeping in my house. They'll take care of you."

Within minutes they pulled up outside of the guest home and William got out of the vehicle, made his way around and opened her door. "I'll expect to meet you here at 9am. I realize you'll have to wear these clothes tomorrow morning so no worries." The Gentleman smiled warmly at his new bodyguard, "If there isn't anything I can do for you then I will retire."

His threat made her feel a little stunned at the visual. Regular death threats must have been boring for him if he came up with something like that, but she had the feeling that through their conversations he might have realized that death threats wouldn't really cut it with her? Rape on the other hand... That certainly got her attention in the worst way. He said he only said it because she expected more threats, but yet she doubted he was bluffing. 

Elle grimaced but tried of laugh it off. "That's just if I leave? I'd hate to know what would happen if I betrayed you." leaving wasn't necessarily betrayal, people quit their jobs all the time. Was she supposed to take this to mean that this job wasn't one she could resign from? "Thank you for the hospitality, I'm sure I'll be just fine." all she needed was a quick shower and a soft bed- things that were no doubt readily available. "Good night."

Entering the guest house, she did a quick sweep- her cop/paranoid instincts insured she knew every escape route before she did take her shower. Since she had no chance of clothes she opted to sleep in her underwear and hung up her clothes in the closet so they wouldn't get creased. Then she laid in the Benin the master bedroom, set the alarm, and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. Relaxation didn't come easily to Elle, she was a tense person- some would say she didn't know how to have fun. But before long, exhaustion claimed her until she was roused bright and early to be ready for his arrival. In the morning she was efficient- but perhaps robotic about her morning routine. She'd be ready when he arrived, with time to spare. 

William retired to his room without a hitch. He got up early in the morning and went for a run around his estate like he always did. William was in impeccable shape having both stamina and strength that allowed him to fill out his suits nicely. After his run, The Gentleman had breakfast then took care of his hygiene then dressed in black Armani slacks and polo shirt. On his feet he wore a simple yet expensive pair of Hugo Boss casual shoes. He had no need to carry a gun with him today considering the area that they were going to today so he did not wear one on his person. However, he would never be to far from a firearm because he kept them in his vehicle and on his other bodyguards who would be waiting for him when he arrived. For the trip, it would only be himself and Elle.

He showed up fifteen minutes before the time that they had agreed on and was pleasantly surprised to find her already ready to go. "Good Morning ma'am," he greeted her and motioned for her to head on towards his car, "I hope you slept well." He smiled toward her and looked her over. He thought that she was moderately more attractive that he remembered but he remembered clearly the way she took down and broke the arm of a man almost twice her size, she was dangerous. "I've had a few stores close for a couple hours so we have a very strict schedule to keep to. If you're ready we will need to be leaving." William opened her door again and waited for her to climb in.

Assuming she climbed in, he would move around to the other side of the vehicle and turn the key. His 745i, like all his other vehicles, contained a manual transmission for the simple fact that most people did not bother learning to drive them. In a moment, he would be off, taking advantage of the long drive way to test the power of the vehicle. When he stopped at the end he looked at her before looking past her to make sure no one was coming, "Do you like cars?" He asked rather plainly while making a turn and heading to the upper class part of the city, his destination being the Alexander Wang store.