Ozma (boyprincessofoz) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-10-17 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer morningstar, ozma |
Who: Ozma and Lucifer
What: Business meeting and getting to know each other
When: Recently
Where: Lucifer's Penthouse
Rating/Warnings: Low to slightly medium - there's some innuendo but nothing to explicit
Status: Complete when posted
Ozma knew that for some people she was probably overdressed in her green halter neck dress and black stiletto heels for a business meeting. But this wasn’t just any business meeting. This was to talk with Lucifer Morningstar about a contract to be the face of his nightclub Lux. She needed to look her best. And also she was always going to like just dressing up for any opportunity. True to her word she didn’t arrive until after noon, parking the car and making her way to the door where she told the security guard who she was and that she had a meeting with Mr. Morningstar that day and he waved her in and directed her to the elevator, telling her to go up to the penthouse and enjoy her day. Either Lucifer had told them to look out for her like they’d discussed or they were far more used to people coming in to see the man than the staff at her hotel. No matter how often some of her friends came by, or how many times she left instructions for a visitor to just be sent up, she still had to deal with the call that there was someone waiting at the desk. Put a bit of a chill on some moods when she was being honest.
She forced herself to stop thinking about it when she realized the doors were about to open, a quick check of the knot holding her dress up to make sure it was secure before stepping out as the doors opened and looking around to see if Lucifer were in sight or if she should find a seat and make herself comfortable to wait for him.
***
His security guards were under very specific orders. They knew his tastes. Knew his moods. They probably knew him better than he knew himself. Sometimes Damian would be walking around the house and find something gorgeous and delicious sitting on his couch. It never failed to make his day so much brighter.
Today, however. Today was different. He was expecting the gorgeous and hoped it came with a good dose of delicious. But this tete a tete he had planned wasn’t for pleasure. It was business. Even he knew you didn’t mix business with pleasure. Those sort of things could get messy fast.
Damian was dressed in his favorite Armani, black with a dark gray silk button down. When the elevator chimed that his visitor had arrived he strode to meet her. “Welcome, luv!” She was stunning. Even more lovely in person. Damian reached out to lightly touch her shoulder.to guide her further into his penthouse. “Did you find the place all right?”
***
Ozma knew this was a business meeting but she still let herself appreciate the way that suit fit him as he approached her. She gave him a bright smile as she let him guide her into the place. "Perfectly. One of the few times my GPS didn't steer me wrong for whatever reason." She normally regretted buying the thing but it had come in handy today. "I did worry a bit about your security but he just waved me through so thank you for that."
***
“He’d have been sacked in a heartbeat if he’d given you any trouble.” Damian’s smile was all charm. “But come, my dear. What can I get for you?” He left her side so she could decide for herself where she’d like to sit. Meanwhile, he made for his private bar...which looked to be as stocked as the bar in the club below. “Myself I’ll have a bourbon, but you may have whatever you want.”
The insinuation in those last three words hung in the air. They could be as innocent as a lamb...or as tempting as a devil. It was up to her to decide which.
***
Ozma set her bag down on one of the tables as she followed him to the bar, it would be easy enough to pick up on her way out. And she didn’t need to have her phone with her since she wasn’t going to answer any calls that came in. “I’d be careful making that offer if I were you.” She teased. “Whiskey for now. Makes getting to know someone a bit more fun.”
***
His grin and chuckle held a touch of deviousness mixed with approval. “Sass as well as beauty. I like it.” Damian poured Ozma her requested glass of whiskey. The good label from a shelf tucked out of the way. Not something one could get at a standard liquor store. His guest deserved much better than that.
“So, darling.” Damian slid onto a barstool next to hers. “Tell me what you want to know. Whatever you want in a contract is possible.” That smile on his face welcomed anything and everything. “What is it you want?”
***
Ozma picked up her glass and took a small sip, letting herself enjoy the slight burn as it went down her throat. “I’m glad you approve. I’d hate to think I was going to have to pretend to be some little demure girl for this job. It wouldn’t fit very well with the image of a successful nightclub in my experience.” It would be like a lingerie company having their models dress up as a nun. Not a sexy nun but the type that taught at Catholic schools. It just wouldn’t portray the right image for the business.
“Final approval over images used for promotion.” Ozma said, taking his statement that she could have whatever she wanted put in the contract. She’d spent a lot of time building up her career and how the public saw her and she wasn’t going to surrender the ability to keep that image protected that easily now. “Or were you talking about outside of the contract?” There was an offer there, nothing was on paper yet so there was no business arrangement to worry about making complicated or messy. She did think that one of the benefits of her open policy with intimacy and enjoying life was that she rarely got into messy situations with the people she’d slept with. Even with business relationships. She wasn’t looking for anything serious with anyone, she liked to have fun and just be with whoever she wanted to be with. But she’d learned that she needed to make sure her partner was on the same page there. Before anyone got hurt.
***
“Demure or anything even close to it has no place in my club, darling” Damian chuckled as he bounced his brows up and down. One had to get over any lingering sense of propriety if one was going to spend any amount of time at Lux. Or at the very least they could give their priests heart attacks with their confessions.
He nodded readily enough. That was fair. It was her image that was at stake. Damian could respect that. “Done,” he answered with a nod. “What price?” Not that he couldn’t afford it. He just needed to know what to tell his much oppressed accountant. “Anything else could be discussed over more comfortable surroundings.” An eager grin spread across his face.
***
Ozma let out a soft laugh as he bounced his brows that way, sipping at her drink. “Oh good. I’d hate to find out I’d mixed your club up with some other one. I’ve actually been a time or two with friends. I always had fun and it was freeing - not having to worry about being judged for what we did. Or with who.” California was a lot more accepting than some places she’d lived but there was still judgement and she knew it. Especially in her business.
“I’ll give you the friends rate - $10,000 a year. How does that sound?” Her agency had caused her to ask for higher fees and the contracts she’d kept from that would still be paying her those wages. But her friends got a lower rate. Because she could make that decision now. And she had enough saved up to keep her more than comfortable until the restaurant took off. And there would still be residuals and usage fees for her images. She would be getting money for a while.
“And just where are we moving this conversation to?” She asked, voice lowering just a little as she shifted slightly closer to him.
***
“That should be our manifesto.” Damian chuckled as he tapped his glass to hers then emptied it of the contents. His whole reason for creating Lux was so he could have a place to play in where he wouldn’t be judged. An exclusive nightclub gave him that along with the side-effect of making him piles of money. He’d already had that, but every little bit helps.
“How about $15,000 a year? Talent such as yours must be…” he rolled his hand in the air as if he were trying to think of the word he wanted. “...encouraged. Supported. I want nothing but the best from you, luv.”
Damian looked her dead in the eyes as he touched fingertips to the back of her hand. “Wherever you want to go, darling.”
***
“You mean it’s not already? You might need to tell some of your regulars that.” Ozma joked as she took another sip of her drink. “Then you’ll only get the best. $15,000 a year. We’ll have to take a look at the calendar to make sure I have the dates you want me to make sure I’m here written down. But I think that can wait a bit if you agree.”
She met his gaze easily, a flirtatious smile playing over her face. “Why don’t you give me a tour of your place so that I can better answer that question.”
***
“Perfect!” Damian was very pleased. His smile proved it. “I’ll have my legal lizards write up the contract. As for dates, I’ll have my event planner set things up with your agent. There. All finished.”
He put all of his charm into his smile as he offered his elbow. “Come darling. Allow me to show off for you. A bit of fluffing my feathers if you will. I pride myself on my humble abode and am dying to show it off to you.”
***
"I'll make sure to give you their number to pass onto them before I leave." Ozma responded. "And now we can start the pleasure part of our visit." She slid her arm through his, fingers resting on his wrist lightly.
"Well let's see if we can't keep you alive a bit longer then. I want to see every inch." And if he wanted to take that as more than just the apartment? She wouldn't say no.