mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-12-28 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | sterrin, tristan |
Sterrin and Tristan; The Underground; Monday night
Sterrin stood against the wall wearing a black dress and a pair of black leather above the knee stiletto boots. She was letting the scantily-clad blonde in front of her lean into her as she spoke. That was always important, to let them come to her. It was the way she preferred, really.
She stroked fingers down the blondes arm, seeing the nursing program she was dancing to put herself through, her eagerness for money and her rudimentary bicuriousity towards Sterrin. How adorable.
She'd be perfect for Isabella, Sterrin decided. This girl, unlike some of the others working here, seemed entirely natural and pretty and not in a trashy sort of way. Isabella offered bonuses to any of her employees that brought her another quality employee, but had been very specific about not poaching from other businesses. Sterrin, of course, didn't give a shit about anything like that.
"Listen, sweetie," she said, pressing in and letting her hands creep down over the girl's waist. "I think De Rossi would be just the place for you. I could take you under my wing, show you the ropes, get you the really good paying clients." She smiled and slipped her hand into her bag and produced a card that she handed the girl, then pressed her lips close to her ear. "Call me."