Path of the Vampire forum

Sweets sighed softly as she looked into the mirror once more. She was trying for once to look nice. The human had a job interview, at a strip club no less. She really needed it though, trying to get enough money for her own place was bit harder than she thought. Sure she had been out every night, robbing other humans and had a great time doing it.

She thought her outfit was nice enough. A black corest, laced back like all her clothes. The human girl had a thing for lace, and anything with a nice leopard print. A smirk formed as she looked down at her skirt which was knee length and leopard print. Her new accessory around her neck, a collar giving by her Master and Mistress that had bought the girl in the auctions. They had no idea she had snuck out of the house, again. Yes, she was a naughty little blood doll but didn't care. She wasn't afraid of Lyonel and Eva, not yet at less. Her long red hair, down in mermaid braid. She had seen it in a magazine once and liked it.

With one more nod of approval, she left the house with her keeper's permission and head straight to Silks, knowing she had to be quick. Hopefully just there and back, or maybe grab a burger. She really didn't know at this point. Always having a bit of impulse control, this one. She practically lived for danger.

Once she got to Silks, she knocked on a back door and waited to be let in. She didn't want to come off as rude, at least not right away. Once she got the job, she could most likely be rude. Sweets had never met the owner of Silks only heard things about her but she wasn't one to listen to rumors. She would meet the owner than make up her mind. It was only fair, right? And besides, how bad could her potential new boss be?

Cricket heard the knocking on the fire escape door and raised her finely plucked eyebrow, staring at it. There was no way she was opening the door, because it was probbaly some crazy back there, trying to get a glimpse of them all changing. Or some psycho fan that had been barred for getting too handsy - like the one Ginger had had thrown out the week before. No, that's what security guards and bouncers were for, and why there was a front door with cameras and all sorts waching it. The knock came again after a few minutes and she rolled her eyes. It was a definite knock and not a hammering, so perhaps it wasn't a psycho. However, she still wasn't taking the chance - more because of what CC would do to her if it was than what might happen to her if it was.

She got up and left the changing rooms, her silk dressing gown sweeping about her thighs as she walked and gaining a number of looks and smiles. She simply ran her hand up through her short pixie cut, purple hair and gave them all an appreciative wiggle as she went by. There were always plenty of security guys around, it was one of the things she liked about working here at Silks and for CC - they were kept safe and always protected from everything. Except for from CC herself - but you learnt the rules and followed them and all was fine. Break the rules however.... she shuddered at the thought before perching herself on Dean's knee and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaning in to whisper into his ear. To anyone else it would seem that she was simply flirting with a regular as opposed to talking to security - plain clothes bouncers. Totally illegal and totally genius.

He nodded his head and she got up, heading back for the changing room while he made his way to the front door. He had a quick word with the guys on the door, laughed and acted all nonchalant before leaving and making his way around to the back of the building to see what the hell was going on. As he rounded the corner he saw a red headed female, thin - maybe too thin, certainly for his tastes dressed in a cheap hooker looking outfit. She was tall, still shorter than him but only just, and he could guess that she was here looking for work - the way she were dressed - and he couldn't wait to see how CC would take this one. He almost wished he could be a fly on the wall and watch CC's face as she clocked her and tore strips from her. It would be hilarious.

"HEY! YO! YOU! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE?"

He called out as he made his way down the alley towards her, pulling himself to his full height as his fingers found the little club he called his walloper that was hidden in his pocket. Just in case.

Sweets winced a bit at the screaming then eyed the man, even if he was taller and most likely stronger than her, she wasn't one to back down very easily. The human stared into his eyes, her own gleaming with mischief like how they usually were. Thinking he had got the job because of how big he was and not for his smarts, she laughed then replied. "Listen here, Dumbo. I'm here for a job interview with your boss. Now take me to her." It sounded like she was demanding him, not asking nicely. That was how she was, demanding.

Dean was having none of that. As he reached her side his empty hand lifted and smacked her across the face and glared at her.

"Yeh, we'll have none of that you cheap tart. And if you think you'll be talking to CC like that and keeping your tongue - you'd better think again, and do it damn quickly!"

He pulled a hanky from his pocket and turned away from her, taking a few steps and then pausing to glance over his shoulder.

"Coming?"

Then he simply continued to walk back the way he'd come and into the club, all the way to the bar. Ginger saw him coming over and beamed, sashaying her hips over to him in a very sexual manner and winked.

"Everything ok Dean?"
"Aye. Just some mouthy broad looking for work. Ring CC will you? She's got to see this, and you've got to watch. This one's a live one."

Ginger smirked, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of what was to come and nodded. Quickly she grabbed the phone and dialled the extension to CC's office, telling her she was needed when it was picked up.



CC was upstairs having just finished with a client. She'd seen him downstairs and had then gone back to her office to set the money she'd made away and log it into the books for when Ginger came to do the accounts. Work and business were good, as was her personal life, and she was fairly happy with the way the cards had all fallen. Her feet were kicked up on the desk as she leant back in her comfortable leather chair, humming off tune and in a tone deaf manner.

The ringing phone pulled her from her thoughts and she dropped her legs from the desk and sighed before answering it. A ringing phone usually meant a problem she was needed to sort out, and that meant an issue that wouldn't go down well and would probably ruin her mood. She wasn't expecting anymore clients, and Zo would have 'called ahead' in that special way she had. Which meant it wasn't good.

"Ginger?"
"Yeh?"
"A what?"
"Fine, I'll be down in a minute. But this damn well better be worth it!"

She hung up and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a few deep breaths before she rose and went downstairs to break it to the cheap tart that had shown up she wasn't needed, nor was she the right class for her joint. She went down the lightup stairs and then wove through the tables towards the bar, catching Dean's eye who nodded to a tall woman who was standing at the end of the bar. As CC neared, she found her chin was lifting upwards further and further. How ******* tall was this damn chick?! She was so glad she'd put her heels back on again, making her her usual 5' 11" instead of her flat footed 5' 4". She reached the woman's side and then very obviously cast a gaze up and down her, taking in the lace and animal print with a look of distaste on her face.

"Yeh? Can I help?"

Sweets took the hit to her face and stumbled back. Sure it hurt but wasn't anything she couldn't handle. The human was either stupid or without fear, it was hard to say at this point. She regained her balance and at this point, was tempted to take out her blade and just stab the asshole for hitting her like that. Teach him, that just because she was a human that she wasn't afraid to tangle with other people. Especially guys like him. The type that thought they could control a woman and keep her line just be hitting her. She looked up, still narrowing her eyes up at him but thought better to say what was on her mind. There was no way she would get the job if she didn't even to get at least chat for a bit with CC.

Taking in a deep breath to calm down, she nodded and followed him. If she got the job, she would deal with him another time. Maybe beat him in the back alley if she was ever tempted or pissed off enough by him. Once she was inside, she smiled at Ginger and gave her a wink, flirting already. Just how she was, so impulsive.

Finally, she saw her potential new boss and smiled politely. The human even bowed her head as CC walked over to her. "Hey there, ma'am. I'm here for a job interview." She could see the look of distaste in CC's eyes though. Probably her outfit. Whatever, she thought. If they weren't going to hire her for something as dumb as what she was wearing then this place wasn't even worth her time. The human brought a hand up to toy with the collar around her neck. It had become a nervous habit for her now to play with it when she became nervous.

CC couldn't help but snort as she was called ma'am.

"Do I ******* look like a ma'am to you girl? Does this look like the sort of place where that's the right sort of way to address someone? No. I think not. Jeez!"

She looked the woman up and down and then fixed Ginger with a glare as she heard the woman chuckle under her breath - that she choked back as she saw the look on CC's face, and suddenly had something to do down the other end of the bar. CC turned back to the girl with a wicked looking smirk and sat herself down on a stool beside the bar, indicating she should too. She could see a bruise starting on the girl's face and a quick glance at Dean's hand told her how it got there - which only made her grin further.

CC's legs crossed one over the other as her fingers straightened out the little red hot pants she was wearing, that matched so perfectly with the gold bra top that exposed as much of her striped tattoos as she could while still remaining 'decent'. She looked the sweet looking girl over and nodded her head before speaking again.

"A job huh? As what? Why? What's your name? Tell me everything you think I should know about you, everything of importance, anything that could come looking for you and affect my business. Don't leave anything out - because if you do, it will be worse for you if it comes out in the future and fucks things up."

She waited, grinned an almost predatory grin and then finished with.

"Go!"

She rubbed the back of her head as she sat down like CC apparently wanted her to though she normally preferred to stand. Was CC really giving her an attitude for being polite? The woman couldn't help but roll her eyes. Another habit of her's. "Well, I could of called you a ***** but I didn't wanted to be rude." She laughed a bit at her own joke.

Sweets wasn't really used to being told what to do or shouted at. She had only ever had one job before, a free-lance make-up artist and she had loved it but it didn't help pay the bills. She looked towards the man who had hit her one last time, still glaring at him before turning her attention back to CC. So many questions, all at once. "My name is Sweet Blood. And I want a job as either a bar tender, waitress, or if I have to I'll strip." She wasn't really sure why she asked to be a bar tender. The woman didn't even have her license but it was worth a try and she was willing to learn.

CC had also said not to leave anything about herself out but she didn't like the idea of anyone knowing she actually belonged to someone, forced to wear a collar. It wasn't just a fashion statement like some choice. It was better to leave that out, for right now at least. She took in a breath before she continued, watching CC's reactions to each of her answers. Body language was either a good or bad sign. "And I need the money to eventually find a job and to get some new clothes since some apparently don't like what I wear." She crossed her arms over her chest after that and sat quietly.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw the other woman roll her eyes, and then snorted once more as she heard what the woman called herself.

"There ain't no way your mother or guardian or whatever, named you Sweet Blood. So try again. What's your name?"

However, the fact the unnamed woman had given her a bit of attitude back had her grinning. There was the word *****, and some comment about folks not liking her clothes. Well, if she thought she was going to work here, she would need a bit of attitude certainly. No way you could survive in this industry without having a backbone and mental strength.

"Eyes on me, not Dean. Leave him be - you here?"

She said with a firm tone in her voice that meant no nonsense in this one.

"If you work here, you learn to work a pole. There's no two ways about it. Because any and every girl here is for sale should a client want them. Understand? So if you've got any issues with that - you know where the door is. Also, you work here, you belong to me and you don't see or **** anyone else. It's bad for business to have jealous boyfriends or girlfriends coming round. Same with family. They all stay out. Understand?"

Once more she looked the woman over and smirked.

"As for wardrobe - uniform is provided. No-one works in here in..... well, something like you're wearing. We have standards here. Understand?"

She fixed the woman with a stare, giving her the chance to **** off now before it went any further.

Sweets was used to people thinking that wasn't her name and she sighed, having to explain herself once again. "First of all, that is my name and I can prove it. Secondly, I'm new to town so I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend either, and thirdly.. "I belong to nobody. I'll follow your rules and wear the uniform but I don't belong to you.. Got it?" The red head was usually pretty good for standing up for herself up what if CC question the collar around her neck. She would have to think of something quick if the other woman asked about it. Once more, she took in a breath before she kept going. "And if that ape you hired over there ever touches me, he'll regret it. "

A long, slow smile crossed CC's face at the woman's cheek and she shook her head. Her whole body straightened at the confrontation and an almost menacing look crossed her face.

"No. You work for me, then you are mine - just as everyone else in here is. You follow my rules, you do as I say, you wear what I tell you and you become a part of what Silks is. There is no two ways about it."

She glanced over at Dean who wasn't actually listening to what was going on and was doing his job, then back to the girl who was still insisting her name was that ridiculous.

"Dean will touch you when you deserve it. You work here, you start at the bottom of the pecking order like everyone else did. Then you work your way up if you're good enough, smart enough, quick enough. Looking at you, you don't have enough muscle definition to work a pole, nevermind give Dean there a run for his money. I don't hire security just to look pretty after all. They all have their MMA stripes in one way or another, and none are to be messed with. Or you'll have me to answer to. Understand?"

She decided this conversation might get a little.... heated, as she could already feel her own emotions bubbling away within her and growing. So getting to her feet she beckoned to the woman and then wove her way through the crowd and up the stairs that lit up with ever footfall, making the bouncers heads turn to look and see what was happening and who was ascending or descending the stairs. She waved to the barman who was working up there and then made her way to the office, opening the door and then turning to see if she'd been followed or not.