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Post by Summer Mythos on Oct 24, 2009 9:48:14 GMT -5
It was the first time Summer was ever fired. It was a horrible feeling, and what was worst is that she deserved it.
Her now former job was at one of the nightclubs in New Orleans, and there was nothing particularly different about it. What was different about that night was the customers at the bar. Summer had never been around when the bikers showed up, so she was 'fresh meat' to their bi-monthly eyes. They teased her and paid very special attention to her - it was like some sort of initiation she hadn't signed up for. They made her work harder for her money, using intimidation to their advantage. They loved torturing the new girls at this club whenever they stopped in. During Summer's break, the other girls expressed their sympathy and shared their own stories. Summer was pissed off.
They had no right to harass her. All the other girls who worked there were gutless. So when Summer came back from her break as server, she snapped at the simplest provocation. They took too long stuffing a one in her frilly undergarments, and Summer started a fight that would come to thousands in damage. She smacked the guy's hand away from her and met his eyes in an angry challenge. She wasn't very good with words, but she didn't need them. He shut her up very quickly after that. The bouncers intervened and got bruised up themselves, but Summer managed to get out before she sustained any lasting, marking damage. A brawl ensued, and before she ran out the front door, her manager yelled her termination.
She quickly, and to her horror, tearfully, informed the bouncer at the front of the club of what was going on, and he had some kind words for her.
"Hope you gave 'em hell. I'll buy you a drink some time!"
She was a little wistful that she'd already decided she wasn't coming back, so that drink would go uncollected. He was actually nice; a rarity in her experience with doormen.
So she stole the night for herself, and went out to a nearby nightclub. She usually had her wallet, but all she had were the bills tucked into her lingerie. So for the first time in her life, she let complete strangers buy her drinks. Summer just wanted the night to vanish, and soon her wish was granted.
So the next day she was standing outside the Wolf's Den, cleaned up, sober, and hoping for a job. She'd rented out an apartment and had depended on her next pay check to pay the rent. Of course she was still entitled to that check, but she had no intention of returning to that biker bar, and was already planning on replacing her IDs and credit card. She knew what time the clubs usually let their workers in to get ready for the night, and so she showed up just a bit earlier than that time, hoping to catch the man responsible for hiring dancers. She hoped he was as much a sleaze as her last manager and just looked her over once before saying yes. But she was prepared to dazzle him should he prove more difficult to please. After all, this was a much classier place. She just hoped her two years of experience would be enough to get her foot in the door. Maybe she could become as popular as their head dancer, Sibeal.
Summer's heart flipped when she thought about gathering fame in her chosen career. She didn't think of dancing as a hobby or a way to get money before she moved on to become something else. Dancing was her life, and because she lacked the proper technique to be a successful ballet dancer, this was her line of work. And she loved it.
The part she dreaded was the interview, if she got one. She hated conversation in a whole, and did her best to avoid it most of the time. She was a better listener than a speaker, when she chose to listen. And today she planned on listening.
The dancer fiddled with the zipper on her fall jacket, head down and hair shielding her face from the gentle breeze. Everything right now felt like a harsh slap across the face, so she thought it sweet that mother nature chose not to abuse her further. It wasn't horribly cold yet, so waiting outside wasn't as bad as it would be if she lost her job in the dead of winter. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see the lady approaching the gentleman's club.
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Post by Simi James on Oct 24, 2009 10:35:55 GMT -5
Glancing at her watch, Sibeal climbed from her new ocean blue Audi TT Coupe and grabbed her bag from the back. Dressed in down to earth slacks and a pristine white chemise, she was fresh faced and looked nothing like the sultry temptress she became after stepping inside the club. Shutting her car door, she checked to make sure it was locked and then stuffed her keys inside her bag.
Absentmindedly making her way towards the doors, she almost missed the figure of a young woman waiting in front of the club. It was only as she looked up with the keys to the doors in hand that she saw her and frowned. Moving forward, she tilted her head and looked around before putting on a business like smile.
"Hello... Is there something I can help you with? The club doesn't open for a few hours yet and I'm the only one here at the moment. If your looking for Derek, tonight is his night off."
Allowing her eyes to travel over the girl and note her dress, she arched a brow. Her eyes twinkled a bit as she hefted her bag higher on her shoulder.
"Unless your here about a dancing job? Then I'm the person you need to talk to."
HOlding out her hand, she introduced herself.
"I'm Sibeal Montgomery. I am the co-manager here and I hire the dancers."
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Post by Summer Mythos on Oct 24, 2009 21:30:55 GMT -5
Summer's head snapped up when someone spoke from apparently nowhere. She usually prided herself of being aware of her surroundings, but this minor slip proved to her just how out of it she was. She needed a schedule, a routine, to get her comfortable enough to be herself. She stole a second to herself so she could breathe before she spoke, but Sibeal seemed to guess her purpose there, and her eyes lit up in a rare show of emotion; appreciation. When Sibeal stuck her hand out, Summer took it immediately and gave a handshake that felt much more confident than she felt.
"You're Sibeal?" She scolded herself for being tactless. Summer had come here only once before, on a sort of 'field trip' with one of her employers. He was remodeling his club to incorporate more rock and less pop, and because Summer was one of his favourite dancers he brought her so she could understand what it was he wanted changed. Sibeal was dancing that night, and her skill explained why Summer was a little starstruck as she shook the woman's hand.
"I'm Summer, but I usually don't go by my real name when I'm working," Her words held a trace of a Spanish accent; it didn't get really obvious until she was furious. At the moment she was a little anxious, and the added feelings did make her heart speed up just a little. She had to impress Sibeal, and unless the woman was a lesbian, flirting wouldn't help her very much. She hadn't been prepared to dance for a woman! They were always the tougher critic.
"I have a resume?" She found usually that in this business, resumes weren't as impressive as literal examples. Summer lifted the flap of her corduroy shoulder-bag and produced a translucent blue folder with a copy of her experience. She updated her resume the moment she got her jobs, so luckily it included her latest gig. The only good thing about a resume was that it only mentioned flattering things. Summer had zero intention of confiding the finer details of her termination to Sibeal.
She sort of hoped Sibeal offered they go inside; despite the weather being warmer than winter, it was still autumn, and the longer she waited outside, the harsher the bite became. Her jacket protected her from the wind, but her extremities were beginning to suffer. But maybe Sibeal wanted to take a look at her papers to see if she even wanted to invite Summer inside. She might just send her away if she didn't think Summer was up for the job. She straightened up a little.
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Post by Simi James on Oct 26, 2009 15:12:59 GMT -5
"You're Sibeal?"
Nodding a bit, Sib gazed at the woman and let her mind open. She didn't do it often for she felt it was a sort of invasion of privacy but whenever a prospective employee or dancer showed up, it was safer to get an idea of their personality and intent before exposing the club to a bad apple. The good lord knew they had enough secrets of their own not to have to worry about someone infiltrating their sanctuary for nefarious means. As she took a subtle reading on the girl, she found nothing that bothered her and smiled a bit.
"I am." she replied.
"I'm Summer, but I usually don't go by my real name when I'm working,"
Laughing a bit at that comment, the blond tossed her head and the blond ponytail she wore bobbed around her. Her sapphire eyes glimmered with amusement before she replied.
"None of us do, hon. Most of the idiots out there don't deserve to know our favorite drink much less our real names. The Wolf's Den is a bit different but I still don't think that most of the gentlemen know what I name is beyond Blondie. Its just easier and safer that way."
"I have a resume?"
Smiling at that comment, Sibeal nodded and then turned towards the front doors with her key. Moving briskly to the entryway, she glanced back over her shoulder and motioned for Summer to follow. She'd forgotten to put on her jacket and the fall breeze had a bit of a chill to it.
"Come on in and we'll take a look at it. No sense catching a cold out here when there is a perfectly good club right here.... Did you bring any cloths to audition in? Generally speaking, the girls bring their own things and we provide a little stall for them. Charlie should be here shortly and you can take a turn on the pole to show us what you got."
Pushing open the door then, she waved her inside and then lead the way to a booth sat not far from the bar.
"Have a seat there and I'll get the paperwork you will need to fill out. Would you care for a drink? I"m going to grab a Coke."
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Post by Summer Mythos on Oct 26, 2009 20:16:27 GMT -5
Summer managed a half-smile when Sibeal commented on aliases. Yes, Summer was all too-familiar about the creepy strings that could get attached to you after one night of dancing. She only knew Sibeal's name because she had an in with most of the dancers in this area.
She was grateful when Sibeal seemed to pick up on how cold she was. That, or she just had enough tact to invite her in. Summer gave the older woman a genuine, pleasant smile in exchange for her hospitality. The young dancer watched in silence as Sibeal unlocked the front door, nodding to show she was listening. She didn't know who 'Charlie' was, but she figured that they were someone important, and she tucked the name into her memory to use in the near future.
Sibeal's question about the clothes made her smile. Yeah, her resume wasn't the only thing she had in her corduroy bag. She had an idea of what kind of dancing Sibeal would like to see, and she had a quick, hap-hazard practice before she left her apartment.
"I have clothes," Summer replied, a smile in her words as she thought of stepping onto the stage. She followed Sibeal into the club and sat at the booth as the other dancer instructed. She nodded when Sibeal mentioned paperwork, and at her offer for a drink, Summer held up her hand and shook her head. "No, I don't need anything, thank you." She sat patiently, looking around the establishment while Sibeal went to retrieve everything she needed. It was definitely different with the lights on...
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Post by Simi James on Oct 29, 2009 17:19:48 GMT -5
Nodding her head at the young woman, Sibeal moved to get herself a drink and then heard the door to the bar open and a huge black man stepped inside. Giving him a brilliant smile, the petite dancer moved back around the bar and greeted him.
"Heya Papa Bear.... Your late!" she teased. "Its rare that I beat you in. Everything go all right closing last night?"
Smiling at the young blondie, Charlie gave a gruff chuckle and then nodded.
"That they did, Miss Sibeal. No problems at all except for one of the dancers storming out in a huff when the boss man didn't seem interested in her charms. I think your going to have to be replacing that one."
Laughing, Sibeal gave him a grin and then nodded to the booth were Summer sat.
"Might actually already have that covered. I'm going to interview her and then see if she can dance. Are you going to be sicking around? You can give me your thoughts afterwards."
Arching a brow, the huge man eyed the girl and then turned back to the head dancer.
"I'll be around. I need to see to the bouncers schedule and then go over last nights reports for Derek but I will keep an eye out. I wouldn't want to scare the young lady so I think I will keep my distance until you see what she has got."
Patting his arm, Sibeal leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before smiling softly.
"Your the best, Charlie, you know that? Your just a big teddy bear."
Growling playfully, the man shook his head a bit ruefully.
"Now don't you be telling anyone that, Miss Sibeal. They'll be thinking to cause me grief and I'm getting to old for that sort of trouble."
Snorting with laughter, Sibeal rolled her eyes and then headed back to Summer. Sliding into her seat, she picked up the resume and looked it over before glancing upwards.
"OK, so....Just a few questions. Why do you want to dance here and are you the loyal sort?" she asked briskly, not bothering to beat around the bush. "As you know, the Wolf's Den is a high class gentlemans club and our girls are smart, intelligent and know their own worth. We don't allow anyone to mess with them and most of the girls become like family after working here for a time. Mr. DeVoux is an extremely benevolent employer and he makes sure all the girls are taken care of and handles any problems that might arise in the course of our work. You never have to worry about being handled or mistreated while working here and we have bouncers that make sure that anyone who does try to hassle us are never allowed back in. All we expect is that you give us the same loyalty and make every attempt to follow the normal, common sense rules of the house. "
Falling to a halt, she watched the young woman for a moment before continuing.
"If you have a man then its your responsiblity to make sure he doesn't cause problems because if he does... It will mean your job. We just had to let one dancer go because of her man's violence so we strongely encourage you to have him stay home if he can't handle it. Now.. Any questions? "
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Post by Summer Mythos on Oct 29, 2009 19:31:33 GMT -5
The young dancer watched quietly as Sibeal greeted the newcomer. She supposed this was 'Charlie', and had it confirmed when Sibeal exclaimed his name with a platonic kiss. She liked the way they communicated - it was so easy, relaxed... drama-free. They created the kind of environment Summer wanted to work in. Her desire to work here intensified when Sibeal returned and got right down to business.
Why did Summer want to dance here? Was she loyal?
"I love to dance; it's been my life's calling. Here," She gestured to the club's interior, "has been a goal I've been too... preoccupied to reach for." In Spanish, 'preocupe' meant 'worry', and Summer had a little difficulty distinguishing the difference between their meanings. Regardless, she was able to express her hesitancy and she had the grace to blush. "I kept imagining myself dancing right after you, and you are a hard act to follow!" She'd been intimidated, but now that she had more experience dancing in front of an audience, and she was getting more comfortable when it came to coping with the attention, she felt like she was ready to tackle this challenge. Sure, it wasn't her ideal time; she had wanted to dance at her previous nightclub for a little longer before applying here, but now was as good a time as ever. She didn't want to apply to some other low-life club while she prepared herself for this interview.
She hedged around the 'loyal' question, because truthfully she didn't know the answer. So she conveniently forgot about it for the time being and allowed Sibeal to explain how the Wolf's Den operated. It made her confidence sky-rocket, to know that this was a protected environment, and Summer wouldn't have to deal with noisy, rude, disgusting bikers and whatnot. Plus, the fact that everyone needed a membership to come in, and that they were difficult to acquire, had Summer feeling secure already. She didn't have the job yet, but she felt like if she did, she would do anything to keep it. She was ready to answer that loyalty question, and Sibeal stopped to monitor her reply.
"If this place is as wonderful as you say it is, I will have no problem following the rules. If I know someone has my back, I have theirs," The intensity in her short reply was genuine; a promise, singed by her light Spanish accent. She met Sibeal's eyes, not in a challenge but to demonstrate that she was not as frail as she looked when she came into the club. She was warm, content, and secure. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, and she wanted to embrace this feeling for as long as she could.
Sibeal moved on to talk about men, and Summer held back a snort. Even though Sibeal sounded completely serious in her warning about repercussions, Summer wasn't worried. She gave the woman a playful smile, "I don't think you'll have to worry about my 'man'. At the moment, he is very invisible." Meaning, non-existent. Summer was not informed enough to know there were actual invisible forces that could potentially call themselves her 'man'. Working here might prove to be her biggest wake-up call yet.
She sat back, a little more comfortable at the table now that her self-confidence had returned from its inconvenient vacation. Despite loosening up, she was still very eager to dance and show Sibeal what she had to offer.
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Post by Simi James on Oct 31, 2009 10:46:01 GMT -5
Watching the girl, Sibeal could almost see her resolve and she allowed herself to take a stroll through the woman's thoughts. Everything she heard there confirmed her own belief that Summer would fit in fine at the Wolf's Den. It was a rare woman who could make a life of dancing without letting it go to her head or destroy her and she'd seen them come and go through out the last few years. Summer seemed to have a level head and as long as she didn't have any secrets lurking ... well, Sibeal would give her the chance to make her stand.
"Well, as I said, if you keep those things in mind then I'm sure you'll have no problems here if we hire you. Now, if your ready to perform a bit, feel free to make use of the dressing room on the left of the stage to get ready. Do you have a certain song you wanted to use or did you bring your own music?" she asked, rising to her feet with the resume in hand. "While you get ready, I'm going to run this over to Charlie and see what he thinks and then after you dance we can decide if this is the best place for you or not."
Smiling genially, the petite dancer waited for Summers response and noted the way the young woman carried herself. Attitude was everything in a place like this and she'd known more that one averagely pretty woman who attracted more clients than the beauties because of their sweet natures and "I believe i'm beautiful" attitudes. Although most of the ladies in the house were stunning in their own ways, most of them would never be supermodel material. What attracted the men to them were their sassy smiles and confident airs and the way they never made demands on their time or patience. Sibeal, herself, had several regulars that came in not only to watch her dance but to talk to a friendly face that didn't expect anything more in return than a smile. She'd often thought she was more of a friend to those gentleman than any of their corperate cohorts and probably KNEW more about them too.
Shaking her head at those thoughts, she turned her attention back to the other woman. Her expression was rueful as she smiled and said.
"OH... Another thing... I almost forgot to warn you... The Wolfs Den in the hottest club of it sort in the area and men constantly put in membership applications. However, most of the girls all have small fan clubs that come in for more than watching them dance. I've heard more than one say they end up being more like counselors than dancers so don't be suprised by that if you do work here. Derek believe that companionship is what most of these men end up looking for and what most of them keep their membership active because of. As long as you feel comfortable with it, its fine.. But if any of them get out of line... All you have to do is let one of hte bouncers, myself or Mr. DeVoux know and we'll see it doesn't happen again. We also advise you don't meet any of the men outside the club just so they don't get the wrong idea. All of them sign a form when they are accepted stating that they will not harrass our ladies or proposition them into undignified situations but we can't absolutely garentee your safety if you don't follow those guidelines..."
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Post by Summer Mythos on Oct 31, 2009 14:32:11 GMT -5
So Sibeal was going to give her a real chance. Summer grasped it like it was her last lifeline. When her possible employer indicated the change room, Summer jumped up from her seat. She slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder and was about to turn when Sibeal spoke up again.
Companionship, she preached. Conversations... Summer gulped. She wasn't good at that sort of thing. Her anxiety was spelled out clearly on her face as Sibeal continued, explaining how important it was to the club. Suddenly Summer doubted she was right for the job. Were all their girls social? They gave advice to their clients... chatted amiably... that just wasn't Summer's thing. When Sibeal mentioned not hooking up with customers, she waved that off easily. There was no way she would ever see someone who went to a strip club, no matter how reputable it was. Her ideal man wouldn't be caught dead in any place she worked.
"You uh... you won't need to worry about that. With me, I mean," Summer promised, and she bit her lip. She should give some sort of explanation as to why she was suddenly nervous. It was easy to tell when someone's confidence vanished. She couldn't meet Sibeal's eyes, and she shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm not... I can't really..." Maybe her difficulty articulating what she wanted to say would explain itself. "I suck at talking." There was no delicate way to phrase it - at least none that came her mind. She'd been doing alright in the interview so far, she should have known it would only be a matter of time before something went wrong. Her life was like that. "I am better at talking... with my hips," It was her sad attempt at a joke, and she could only manage half a smile. Would this be her downfall? Would Sibeal cut her loose then and there and look for a girl with better social skills?
"But I will work on it... talking, I mean," How difficult was it to practice? Jump into a crowded bar, chat up a complete stranger? It sounded so unlike Summer, but she'd done a decent job last night at getting what she wanted. Maybe throwing on a role, pretending she had the enthusiasm of some high school cheerleader, would make it easier for her. Yeah, she could work on it! "I really want to work here," She added, and before Sibeal could have the chance to tell her 'no', Summer withdrew a CD from her bag and stole the chance to dash to the dressing room.
"Track four!" She called, dumping her belongings on the counter and shutting the door behind her. She didn't need much time to prep - just take off her fall jacket, re-do her make-up, and rake her fingers through her hair. Then she was out, on the stage, ready to go.
Please let me dance! Summer pleaded, having no idea Sibeal could hear her desperate thoughts, I belong here!
She nodded to Sibeal.
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Post by Simi James on Nov 1, 2009 11:07:24 GMT -5
Gazing at the girl, Sibeal felt her brows furrow and then shook her head. The girl obviously wasn't used to talking but working in a club like this required it. It was was a way to help boost the tips made dancing and to keep and edge in with the other girls. However, she remembered very well the beginning of her own career and it had taken her a bit to move past her own barriers also.
"Well, that is your choice.. I can only tell you that you'll have to at least make an attempt or you'll lose money to hte other girls. A friendly smile is the only thing most of the regulars care about and if anyone gets out of line... You just hollar."
As Summer then scooted towards the changing room, Sibeal sighed and moved to the bar where Charlie sat. Sliding the resume to him, she watched as he looked it over and then gave her a look and a shrug.
"You want me to verify this stuff?" he asked with a questioning look.
Shaking her head, the petite blond frowned and thought for a moment before replying.
"I don't know, Charlie. I get the feeling this girl is on the run from something or someone. Could mean trouble if it catchs up with her."
Concern filling his own expression, the huge black bouncer glanced over to where Summer was exiting the dressing room.
"What kind of trouble?"
"I can't put my finger on it... Nothing that is bad in the sense that she is nasty or anything. I don't get that vibe... I just get the feeling that she's hiding from something or someone or maybe even herself. I don't think she has anyone else in the world. Kind of a misfit like the rest of us I guess."
Nodding in understanding, bouncer smiled at her and patted her shoulder as he got up.
"Well, Miss Sibeal... You follow your heart and if you think she has got the stuff... You'll know what to do. IF she can't dance, maybe she can wait tables. There is always some place we can put her."
Nodding, the dancer smiled and then turned her attention to Summer. Raising her voice, she called out.
"Any time your ready, hon!"
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Post by Summer Mythos on Nov 3, 2009 22:16:45 GMT -5
She nodded, unaware of Sibeal's suspicions. Summer started the music and faced the back of the stage, immediately reacting to the very first notes. Her back was to Sibeal and she thrust her arms in front of her, one, two, her legs stepped apart, three, four, her head snapped to the side, five, the drums tapped and Summer's hips rolled to the left, then the right, six-seven-eight!
She spun around and repeated the rapid-fire steps, only now you could see her face, and how the girl was completely transformed. Moments ago she was a timid, uncertain girl. Now she was alive, her eyes filled with the fire of her passion and determination. Her hips rolled a couple more times to the added drum beats, and the guitar bits were filled with tight, controlled arm-movements and foot-work. When the drums came in her body turned liquid and harsh, angular moves were a thing of the past. The music picked up and she stalked forward, looking very much like she belonged on a Betsey Johnson runway. Her ankles slid past each other in a sexy cross-step and her hips revolved in a sassy sway.
I, I'm driving black on black! Her arm imitated the motion of driving, and her hair was tossed back as her hand shifted from one side to the other. Just got my license back! She gripped the 'steering wheel' with two hands, her hair a dark, wild mane around her shoulders. The expression on her face was like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar; her lips formed a perfect 'O'. I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track! She twisted in a complete circle, arms raised above her head, hair fanning out in an impressive display of disarray. She 'stumbled' dramatically, heels shuffling forward and hands clutching at her outfit. Then her fingers deftly unraveled the knot her tiny white blouse was tied into, and her lacy black bra was revealed for the next line. I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride, Summer slid her thumb down the curve of her bra and rolled her neck back, a prime example of sinful seduction. Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight! Her fingers withdrew from her person and thumbed to stage right, and she shook her hair out and backed up.
The song continued, and Summer's dancing remained fiery and provocative, and occasionally it merited a smile with her interpretive moves. She wasn't afraid to use the ground to demonstrate what the lyrics were too clean to say outright, and Sibeal might wonder if human spines were able to bend like that, but Summer proved that she was flexible, sexy, and fun.
The song was shorter than it usually would be, some guitar solos cut out so she wasn't dancing for the full three minutes. Men's attention spans just weren't that great, and a minute and a half was stretching it. Even the introduction was shorter than the original song. But overall Summer thought she did a pretty good job, and she tied her blouse back up before she stepped to the edge of the stage for Sibeal's judgement.
Her cheeks were flushed, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened at her forehead - it was from the effort. Summer didn't usually break a sweat unless she was really trying to impress, and she had a feeling that if she got in, she would be sweating a lot more than she was used to. It didn't bother her though... she was excited for it. And although nothing was set in stone, she was letting herself get her hopes up, which was something she knew she shouldn't do. Nothing hurt more than hoping for something that wouldn't happen.
When she ran her hand through her hair, her fingers crossed subtly through the locks and she took two deep breaths. Then her facial expression was something very close to 'Well?' as she looked at Sibeal, the hope glittering in her eyes the same way her eyes sparkled with energy when she danced. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins.
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Post by Simi James on Nov 6, 2009 10:58:08 GMT -5
Watching the girl dance, Sibeal had to admit she had the moves to make it big. There weren't many women who could make a living out of dancing but Summer definitely had the skill for it. If she was wise, she coudl stash up enough money that when her beauty faded, she'd be set for life. The song she used was one she herself had danced to and she had to smile a bit at that note. By the time the last few notes faded away, she was convinced Summer would be an asset to the club. As the other woman approached, she stood up and set her pen down on the notebook where she'd been scribbling a few sentences.
"Wow.. That was some performance. If every dance is like that... I think you'll do just fine. Now... How would you like to be contracted. Do you want to work for the club in every vein possible or would you like to be an independent contractor? Either way is fine with us but one way requires some "official" paper work and the other doesn't. Basically, this means one gets a pay check and the other gets paid under the table."
Watching her closely, the blond wondered just which one the other girls answer would be.
"Either way, you'll have your own dressing cubby in the back along with a locking key and a revolving schedule. To start with, you'll work a few week day shifts and then graduate to weekends. Right now, Friday and Saturday nights are covered by our old timers but that changes from day to day. Most of the girls have lives outside this club and we encourage them to make the most of it."
Taking a deep breath, the blond frowned as she tried to think what else to cover.
"Wednesday and Thursday nights are usually pretty busy too but Mondays seem to be the slammer... We have a lot of business men on that day who bring in their out of town clients for a drink and to relax. Since this is a ritzy club, they even have business meeting and we set aside tables where they can sit and not be bothered. Derek likes to make sure every avenue is covered since they bring in the big money. The gentleman on those days tip extremely well but don't like to be bothered by forward ladies. A lot of them are also regulars and appreciate the discretion we provide. More than one has been known to leave a dancer a hundred dollar tip just for their smiles and they often request the same girl if they know they will be coming in ahead of time. All in all, it works out well for all of us because they know us and we know them and we all help each other."
Looking back at the other woman, Sibeal smiled.
"I"m sorry.. I"m probably over loading you with information. I tend to do that because there is quiet a bit that goes on here and we don't just consider ourselves a gentlemans club. Its kind of a family atmosphere and we try to look out for our own. However... First things first... When would you like to give it a spin? I've got an open shift tomarrow night if you want to come in then?"
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Post by Summer Mythos on Nov 7, 2009 1:05:13 GMT -5
Summer blinked. Sibeal had already moved on to talk about contracts and payment arrangements. Holy crap! Did that mean...!?
"I got the job?" She asked, her voice saturated in disbelief. She didn't have an answer for Sibeal's question as to how she would like to be paid, she was still processing the fact that she was now part of The Wolf's Den. "For real?" When she finally seemed to be able to accept this, her face lit up, stretching her full lips into a wide grin. "Thank you! Ahh... under the table, would be best for me. Dios mio thank you!"
She had a feeling that Sibeal was hoping for Summer to choose the more professional payment plan. And truthfully, she would prefer to receive paychecks than cash. But Summer didn't have a bank account in America, and she didn't want to explain in-depth why exactly that was. Besides, she obviously wasn't the only dancer to be paid upfront. Otherwise, Sibeal wouldn't have mentioned it in the first place. Best to stick with the fast, easy route for now. Plus, she didn't feel that filling out paper-work was in her best interest. She hated lying, and paper documented forever the things you chose to be untruthful about.
She let herself become distracted by Sibeal explaining the career ladder. She listened carefully, very interested in how one advanced in this establishment. She wanted to become Sibeal's top dancer! She wanted the ads to show her 'name'. She wanted the Wolf's Den to use her as a promotion, an incentive to spend lots of money. That was how she defined success. When men wanted nothing more than to invest in her dancing.
It sounded like a lot of 'wine and dine', a term she picked up from her sister when she waited tables. You suck up to the rich people in hopes of earning bigger tips - and seeing that Sibeal was promoting this strategy, it seemed to work. Summer knew she'd have to work on her social skills, but now that she knew she had the job, it didn't seem as scary, nor as impossible, as it had five minutes ago.
"I've been told I have a great smile," Summer smiled at Sibeal's words, "but a hundred dollar smile? I'll have to see it to believe it." The men here sounded rich. She wondered if that would make it more difficult to say no to them. Then she remembered how disgusting men could be, and her resolve hardened again.
Sibeal sounded worried that she was unloading too much on her, and Summer wanted to assure her that nothing went over her head. She understood everything so far.
"I love family," She missed hers, very much, and wished she could return home. But due to events she could not remember, nor fathom, Summer was banished from the life she once knew and cast into this strange new world. Sure, she was strong and independent, but she sure could appreciate a shoulder to lean on every now and then. Sibeal had just handed her the thing she craved most. "I'll be in tomorrow. What time?" She expected Sibeal would want her there early, to further explain things.
Ooh, she was in the mood to celebrate!
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Post by Simi James on Nov 10, 2009 10:51:09 GMT -5
Smiling at the girls excitement, Sibeal handed her some papers and then went behind the bar to pick up a clip board.
"Why dont you come in about 5 that way you can learn the ropes before the night crowd comes in? We can also do anything else needed then but I need you to give me a number to reach you at before you leave."
Picking up a pin, she quickly jotted Summers name down on the schedule and then gave her another look.
"I will introduce you to Mr. DeVoux then too but I think you will like him. Hes a pretty good guy."
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Post by Summer Mythos on Nov 13, 2009 1:43:23 GMT -5
"Five sounds good," Summer agreed quickly, eager to show her dedication, "And my cell number is on my resume..." She added, "Just at the top," it was easy to overlook. Sibeal then promised to introduce her to the club owner, which set free butterflies in her stomach.
It's okay, Summer told herself, you have plenty of time. She could prepare herself. She looked at Sibeal's attire and decided to imitate it, and maybe dress it up just a little more.
"I'm excited to meet him," The young dancer smiled, and there was no trace of falsehood to her anxious words. She was so grateful to Sibeal for hiring her; life was a bitch, but that didn't mean everyone in it was the same. Luck was on her side, and she was determined to show Sibeal what a good investment she was. She would get her chance. Tomorrow at five.
Her whole life shifted around that date. She grinned and stuck her hand out to Sibeal. Being so formal felt strange to the Spanish girl; Europe was all hugs and kisses, but for business in America, a handshake was their national symbol of agreement. Sealing the deal, so it would seem.
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