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Eve (anti_angel) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-10-06 10:40:00

Idle Hands Are the Devil's Playthings
Who: Ben and Eve
Where: Saints & Sinners
When: Saturday afternoon (October 3)


This was a sight Benjamin Bale could grow used to: Standing in the large, roomy lobby of what was going to soon be Saints & Sinners, his pride and joy, his 'gentlemen's club'. It was still being worked on (he was having two extra floors added to it), but with the money he was paying the massive crew, it would be ready to open in little more than a week. He was merely staffing and decorating it now, working around the building crew to get everything done on a hasty schedule. For now, he watched as a DJ helped him test out the sound system, blaring Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" through the club. Wearing a snazzy black blazer over a faded Van Halen t-shirt and dark blue jeans with black biker boots, Ben grinned in pleasure as he pictured how this was going to look when he was done. If all went according to plan? This place could end up being even more profitable than Avarice.

Eve hadn't forgotten about Benjamin Bale. She'd been keeping a rather low profile lately - mostly because she had absolutely no desire to run into Lucie again. Word on the street was that she had better things to worry with for now, but Eve paid little attention to the idle rumors of the underworld. She was much more intrigued by the things going on top-side and when she'd heard a certain club owner had bought up one of her infrequent haunts, her curiosity had been piqued. The place wasn't quite finished, but it was getting there...and it looked much more promising than it had before. The swing of her tiny white tennis skirt emphasized the sway of her hips as she approached the one and only himself. "Just the man I wanted to see...."

Ben spun around, a bit surprised to hear her. A few people had wandered in throughout the day, inquiring about jobs, when the club was reopening, etc. But that voice... he knew it immediately. How could he not? They'd only met once, but... what a meeting it was. He grinned, crossing his arms and looking her over with a low whistle. "Eve. And to what do I owe this rare honor?"

That angelic face lit up when he turned and it was easy to see how she could lure so many in with just a smile. That, coupled with the tawdry sort of youthful innocence she exuded never failed to do the trick. "I heard you'd taken the place over. Wanted to see what you were doing with it." Made it sound like she was a goddamned regular, didn't it? Leveling her gaze on him, her grin turned a little less innocent and a sort of hunger flared to life in the depths of her eyes. "Tell me. Are you still looking for girls?"

"If you mean dancers, I am." He looked skyward and put his hands together in silent prayer. "And if you're asking for work, then the lord almighty does listen to werewolves after all. I could use someone as sexy as you, and with your kind of... allure."

"What else would I mean, sweetheart?" Her eyes raked over the length of his body, pausing in the vicinity of her main interest before she lifted her eyes back to his. "I need a hobby and...I like it dirty." Not to mention, she had no shame.

"Well, let me put it this way: if you can move that body on a stage the way you were moving it in my office that night... you're HIRED." He was nothing if not direct, eh? "There are going to be rules here, of course, but I imagine you'll be fine with... taking orders."

Eve laughed. "I think we both know I know how to work a pole, Ben. And will I be taking orders...or are you just laying down the boundaries? Do I have to keep my hands off the boys?" She asked it so sweetly, too.

"Ah, the boys. The bread and butter of this operation." Ben laughed, looking directly into her eyes. "On the floor? Standard protocol applies. In the private rooms? Contact is allowed... but any clothing NOT yours will remain on. This is a strip club, not a brothel like it was when the last owner ran it."

"I'm okay with that. Like there has to be nudity involved for me to get a guy of - " She stopped and smiled again, almost demurely. "Well. You know what I mean. But yes. I'm interested. And what about the other girls? This isn't going to be some kind of diva thing, is it, because I'm not down with drama. I'm just here to have fun."

"I'm trying to form a work environment not often seen in this... profession. Any drama will be dealt with swiftly and harshly. I'm looking into ways to get you girls to want to help rather than hinder one another." He couldn't help giving her another long, appreciative once-over. God, if any women ever looked more fitting to be a succubus...

"Help like...rubbing each other down with baby oil while we're on stage?" Another soft laugh escaped her. "Just tell me what you need me to do in order to get this set up. But, really. I'm not opposed to getting hands on with your girls. Just FYI. In case you had any doubts. It's a...common misconception that we only go one way."

"Hey. If someone wants to pay extra for a multi-girl performance, and one of the girls wants to help, have a goddamn field day. And if you and another girl ever want to give your boss a private performance, I'd be eternally thrilled." He really was incorrigible. "Make sure I have your contact info. I'll be in touch to let you know when to come in, meet the other girls, have a meeting and such. We're looking to open in the next two to three weeks."