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Post by Esme Greene on Mar 6, 2011 20:49:43 GMT -5
 
The stench of cigar smoke and too much booze filled the air at the Cave of Wonders. This made for a typical night for Esme. Her shift on stage had just ended, and she was trying to clean herself up before going out to flirt with the customers and get a few drinks before heading home. They were all encouraged to associate a bit, especially after their shows. It made the customers want to come back for more, that they were never gonna get. Sure the show changed tactics, but they never saw more than Esme wanted them to see. She had grown up dancing, and it was the only thing she knew how to do. Somehow it had turned into a career and Esme didn't regret one moment of it. Dancing provided her with more than enough money to live comfortably, and gave her a chance to make connections she'd otherwise never be able to make. Her work was her everything, and that worked just fine for her.
Tuesday was one of the biggest nights of week, just due to the costumes the performers wore. Esme had already made the change from sexy cop to sultry teacher, and finally ended up in sexy school girl. She wandered towards the bar, stopping briefly to talk to a few customers who wanted to congratulate her on a great show. She smiled and thanked each and every one of them and even managed to make a few more tips. She blew kisses as she walked and let out a soft sigh as she finally reached the bar. She heard the announcer as he began to introduce the next dancer on stage. This would at least give her an hour break to get her drinks and head out, before the patrons would begin to notice her again. She ordered a shot of whiskey and winked at the bartender.
She grabbed her drink and moved down to the far side of the bar. She hoped none of the old perverts would ask her to come home with them tonight. She wasn't oh so good at saying no, and she could always use the extra cash to buy herself something special. She downed her shot and gestured for another one. She pushed her hair back into a quick updo, and looked around at the club. It wasn't as packed as she had expected, but everyone was still doing pretty good tonight. She turned around quickly and gasped as she spilled her drink on the person in front of her. She grabbed some napkins and held them out apologetically. "Oh my gosh! I'm so so so sorry! I did not mean to do that! Wow...I'm usually not so clumsy.."
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Post by Rachel Penta on Mar 21, 2011 14:12:12 GMT -5
  Rachel was sitting at the bar in the Cave, drinking herself into a stupor. She'd originally come here looking for a job. But seeing all the dancers before her, she seemed rather discouraged. Rachel had never even tried to dance before, yet here she was at the cave trying to get a job as a dancer. She was crazy. But it was a great idea at the time she'd thought of it. Getting extra money while not having to work extra hours with her mother. It was an idea straight from the gods of Faraway.
But yet here she sat at the bar, doing absolutely nothing but drowning in drinks because she didn't think it through. Maybe if she did get a job here, though, she could get someone, anyone to help her out and teach her the ways of how to make people enticed by dancing, because that seemed completely fun and exciting to Rachel. Well, she enticed people without dancing, but it would be a nice thing to have in her arsenal of sexy. Plus, it would be a way to rebel against her mother. She couldn't imagine the look on her mother's face if she found out that Rachel was going to try and get a job at a place in the Redlight district, but it was fun to try and imagine.
Rachel took another sip of her drink before deciding to get up and find someone that she could talk to about getting a job. Then, without warning, something wet and cold flew on her. She gasped loudly, she heard a voice of someone apologizing to her. She took the napkins that she was being offered, dabbing at her golden dress. Well, it would dry, wouldn't it? It would be fine. "No, no. It's alright. Dry cleaning isn't that expense. No need to worry, dear." She smiled at the girl. The girl who was... dressed as a sexy school girl. Okay. Perhaps she worked there, though? That meant she could ask her about a job! "Um, do you work here?" She asked her, looking at the outfit she was wearing and believing the answer was yes.
"Because I'd like to ask about getting a job here."
TAG: Esme!
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Post by Esme Greene on Mar 26, 2011 5:46:30 GMT -5
Esme smiled as the woman brushed off the incident and couldn't help but admire her dress. It really was a thing of beauty, and definitely not something you'd see on a woman at a strip joint. Then again, there weren't very many women who didn't work at the Cave that actually came to the Cave anyhow. "I'm so glad I didn't ruin such a gorgeous dress. I would have felt just awful sugar." She laughed and nodded as the woman inquired about her...well occupation. She looked down at herself and giggled a bit more. "Well honey I am definitely not wearing this outfit in public for the sheer fun of it. Though I'm not totally against it. This just isn't my style."
She was taken aback slightly as the girl inquired about a job here. Most of the girls that worked here were found on the streets or came because a friend told them about the opportunities. It wasn't a job most people just walked in and applied for. It wasn't a job that most people wanted to apply for if they could help it. She looked the girl up and down, appraising her look before answering. She didn't want to get the girl's hopes up, but that didn't seem to be a problem. She was certainly attractive, and she held herself with confidence. Esme supposed it wouldn't hurt to trot her out in front of the boss.
"Well you've come to the right girl then. I'm Esme, but around here they call me Emerald." She extended her hand for a handshake, before looking around. The boss wasn't in tonight, but she supposed what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "If it's not too rude, why do you wanna work here? Seems a girl like you isn't too bad off. But if you're serious, welcome aboard. We can always use fresh blood around here. The men get tired of seeing the same old women every time they come in. A new girl would help all of us rake in some extra cash. So got a name?"
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Post by Rachel Penta on Mar 26, 2011 12:01:57 GMT -5
Rachel chuckled as the girl told her that she wasn't wearing the outfit for fun. Well, how was Rachel supposed to know that people at the Cave didn't just dress like that for fun? She'd only been here a few times, and it's not the like the place had been so conservative every time she did come, so what would it mean to any visitor to dress like that. But she shrugged it off, instead listening to the girl now known to her as "Esme" had to say.
Rachel took Esme's hand in her's, smiling as she shook her hand. Her face falling blank as the girl asked her why she wanted a job here. She wasn't even sure. She really just saw it as an opportunity to get away from her mother more. Even more so, it seemed like a fun occupation. I mean, who wouldn't want to get paid to dance around and act sexy? Rachel found that a spectacular career opportunity.
"Well, I think it seems fun, you know? I mean, yeah, I'm pretty well off, but this actual seems fun to me." She shrugged, a grin forming upon her face. "It seems like an okay night job. I'd like to get some cash that mommy doesn't give me, if you understand."
Rachel nodded slowly. She would much rather work here and get her money anywhere else besides from her mother. No girl her age wanted dear, old mummy to provide for them all their life. Sure Rachel had to work for it, but it still wasn't very beneficial.
"My name is Rachel. I am actually serious about this job." She told Esme, the grin still plastered on her face.
TAG: Esme/Open?
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