*Heavy sounds of boots upon the pavement are caused by heavy soles. The bouncers take a look at Daisy and chuckle gruffly, admiering the skin showing between skirt and thigh-high socks.

Without too much hastle the door is opened and Daisy is allowed to enter through the metal detectors, allowed to enter the White Rabbit all beacause they probably think this guy is actually a girl.

A lip is chewed nervously. Pretty eyes blink and Daisy pauses...as if unsure.

Then finally courage is mustered, feared shoved down the back of his throat like dry tar. Another blink, then finally a deep breath is taken and Daisy finally heads up to the bar and takes a seat.* Excuse me....*pretty voice, neither distinctivly male or female, calls the bar-woman over.*  

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Rachel is attentative. She runs the bar like a well oiled machine. The busty red head slides up with a warm smile.

'What can i do for you doll. You here for a drink or to audition with the Devil man?'

*After his pretty back side rolls into an empty stool he leans closer to the red-head, his eyes never falling once on her chest, and furrows his brows* Devil man? *somehow he doesn't like the sound of that, but he's in too much need of cash to let himself think too in depth.

But...hell...if he's going to do this a drink may help some.* I'm here to audition....to dance *a curt nod* but I...*he shrugs single-shoulderedly and looks down shyly for a second before lifting his gaze back to Rachel* could probably use a shot before *then he lowers his voice and whispers, adding* to help my nerves...you won't tell, will you, miss? *he looks forlorn, like the puppy you'd love to pick up, cuddle and save...or if you have a wicked side, the puppy you'd kick.*  

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Rachel is a puppy saver. Its Gand who would do the kicking.

Rachel chuckles and sets about mixing a shot. Something that wont stink liquor on Daisy's breath. Something somewhat ironic and appropriate.

'A dirty girl scout, they always calm my nerves.'

Rachel slides the shot over and motions to a private booth off to the back.

'Gand is back in there, his current applicant should be just about done...'

She doesnt add the part about Unless shes blowing him.

*He giggles softly under his breath as Rachel tells him the name of the shot she's just offered him; he finds it naughty and cute at the same time.* I don't think I have ever had a ..umm...dirty girl scout before *then another giggle before he takes the shot and downs it swiftly.

Daisy rises and licks the remainder of the shot off of his lips as he casts a look over his shoulder to where this Devil Man is sitting. He draws in a deep breath then looks back to the barwoman.* Thanks you...oh...I'm Daisy by the way *dainty hands fall into pockets produsing a few crumpled bills* wish me luck? *he drops five dollar bills on the bar for Rachel, hoping that'll cover both the shot and a tip. He looks at the bills knowing that that's five dollars less food for him this week, but it doesn't matter. He smiles at Rachel, he likes her.

He fixes his tiny skirt, ruffling it around his legs. He looks like something between angel and whore. Then begins to head over to Gand's booth, wiping his hands quickly on his top, just in case they're sweaty.*  

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Dirty girl scouts are an easy shot. They taste heavily of creme de menthe and baileys, but hide a good amount of vodka.

'Rachel.' The busty bartender says picking up the crumpled bill. 'And good luck...' She gives a smile and goes back to her buisness.

As Daisy approaches she will hear; ' Dont call us, we will call you.' And a short, kind of akward looking brunette clutching her clothes shuffles out of the small room.

Looks like Daisy is next...

*One last look cast over his shoulders at Rachel, a smile of thanks. Daisy looks back to the booth, watching the interesting-looking girl with the dark hair shuffling out of there like she's on fire.

Daisy lingers for a moment, for a moment he wonders if he should just walk away...but he's done this before...hell he's done worse! Now is no time to be prudish.*

Excuse me...*he clears his throat and waits for the Devil Man to aknowledge him there* I'm here to audition....

The Devil Man Gand the Great is seated in the small room. His jacket is on the bench next to him. A small table with a pole in front of him...

Half a cigar hangs from his left hand, leaving sweet smelling smoke hanging in the oddly lit room. Blue lights hide imperfections, reds nuetralize blemishes, blacklights draw your attention to outfits and get rid of bloodshot eyes.

The right lighting can make anyone perfect.

'Come in, Come in.' Gand says. In front of him on the table is a short glass of scotch. Sweating even in the cool air conditioned club.

'Whats your name sweetheart?'

*Daisy knows how this works, he's done this so many times that it's been implanted in his dna. He steps into full view and comes face to face with Devil Man for the first time.

A coy tilt of his head, strands of dark hair fall over his pretty face. He blinks, long tar black lashes touch reminding one of spider legs.* I'm Daisy...*he says in a soft voice turning it into something similar to a purr, seductive. Yet his tone is faintly broken and rays of innocents shine through like a crack of dawn trying desperately to break though black bars of lust.*  

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Thats a look Gand can appreciate. This country revolves around Jailbait sluts. Just look at Miley Cyrus.

'It must be flower night. Ive had a Rose, an Orchid and a Violet.But not a Daisy yet...' Such an old and ugly name that last one... Violet.

Gand has a small notepad next to him. He goes about this with at least some measure of professionality.

'And how old are you, Daisy?' His eyes seem to absorb this boy dressed as a girl. From the dark hair down to the skinny legs. Hes actually better looking than most of the girls who audition...

A garden then? *he says sofly* If you've had all the flowers maybe you're in the Garden of Eden...ready to sin. *his eyes sparkle, sometimes it is easy to slip into slut-mode...one thing mother-dearest taught him was how to give the gentlemen what they want, visually, audio and other...of course.

*He looks at the notepad then at Gand* I'm old enough not to get you in trouble...young enough to keep 'em interested...

Daisy knows all the right things to say it seems. A mouth like that will be very good for buisness... oh and hes clever.

'Perfect.' Gand grins, dropping his pen. He motions to the short table and the tall pole. He likes to make them dance while they play twenty questions...

*Ahh... the pole; there's been a love/hate relationship with this thing from jump. Serpentine-like he slips on the table, his movement is liquid. Even before the show begins he's teasing; short skirt slips up...just enough as he crawls to the pole and slithers up.

He looks down at Gand, one delicate hand around the metalic rod thrust through the table* Any perticular choice of music...or should I do this bare? *his hand slides a touch down the pole only to rise back up to its original possision, his eyes never leave Gand's face.*

(Song: http://www.myspace.com/genitorturers Click on 'Take It'. )

'We stick to cock rock and some of that techno shit mostly here.'

Gand holds up a finger, telling Daisy to wait. One song ends and another kicks up...

'When your on the main stage you can pick your own songs. We wouldnt want to stifle your creativity.'

He says, dropping his hand so Daisy can do his thing.

There isnt much Gand needs to know. The physical part is the most important in the buisness. Other than age all one needs apparently everything Daisy has... or at least as far as Gand can tell at the moment.

*he lighly nods to Gand's words about the music; he does have musical preferences but...* Oh, don't worry...*a butterfly smile* I could work around pretty much any kind of music...* he pauses then adds* promise.

*The song ends and the one he's supposed to dance to bleeds into his ears. It's something he's never heard of but that does not matter, he'll be able to pick up the beat quickly and mold his body around it as though he's made of plasticine.

Most strippers use the pole to twirl, Daisy is not one of those, he uses it to thrust, writhe and slash.

As the song starts he moves slowly, swaying till the beat's got to him. Tiny skirt swishes, frills moving beautifully against skinny legs.

Eyes close, body arches and all that jazz. Hips move lips part. Slowly lashes open and he straightens up. With both hands encircled around the pole, he uses it to slither down, ever so slow till he's on his knees. Having heard the chorus he begins to mouth the words take it...you're such a perfect whore..., hie eyes shift to Gand, watching him thoughout this little motion.

Suddenly he bows his head forth slightly, causing his dark hair to fall over his face, while the song picks up its rythem he begins to shake his head 'you take it...' longish strands slash against the cold metal pole 'and you'll never let go' whipping against it as the song urges on.

His hair a right mess he stops and lowers himself on the floor, rolling on his back, his head mostly off the table, hair falling close to Gand's lap. Nimble fingers work at his skirt, slipping it off till he's in a pair of pink underwear. Quick as a bolt he's up working the pole for what it's worth.

Back turned his top comes off in such a manner that the long, black scarf remains covering his front.

He smiles as the song comes to an end and shrugs lightly.* Guess next time we'll need a longer song....

((wicked song, btw! ))  

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2008-09-06 06:06:45 Gand rolls 6 dice to spot some...nuts? (Diff 9) 6,8,1,4,8, 8 (Failure)
NOTE: edited roll. Decided diff should have been 9. +1 for lights, +1 for Gands assumptions and +1 for Daisy presumably hiding the male bits... what a weird roll...
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Daisy is very good at this; and either skilled of fortunate to get stopped before all his clothes came off...

Gand chuckles and comments. 'Definitly.'

He scribbles a few notes real quick, very skilled, flat chested, but will hire anyway.

'Well Daisy i think youll make a fine addition to my crew here. Can you swing three shifts a week and every other weekend? I recently lost a popular girl and have a slot to fill.'

He doesnt wait for a response and continues with the rest of his offer.

'Its a good amount of time on your feet but we pay double whatever minimum wage is these days and only cut twenty percent from your tips.'

He will look up at Daisy again and await a response.

((*reads roll, pisses self laughing* weird roll indeed! *gigglegiggle* that's the first 'roll to spot some nuts' roll ive ever seen! HAD to comment!))

*Daisy picks up his dropped skirt, wriggles back into it, then picks up his top and holds it to his chest.* Yeh, *he nods* I could do that, no problem...I'm at your disposal...anytime, Mister.

*He bites his bottom lip in thought then adds* Is there...uh... anything else I'll need to do here? *and he stresses the anything, hoping that the dancing is ALL he'll have to do.*

(Deciding the modifiers was weird too... i was thinking, what if hes really good at his tuck job? or maybe hes really small to begin with...)
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Only the clumsy ones have to do extra things to get a job... Gand shakes his head to Daisy.

'Not with me. Youll just have to go upstairs and see Alice for all the paperwork and formalities.'

Gand points at the stairs and adds: 'Her office is on the left at the top of the stairs.'

*He smiles and it looks as though it's a smile of relief more that a smile cuz he got the job.* Cool, thanks...

*He steps off the table with ease and moves away from Gand. Just as he's about to exit he looks over his shoulder, brushes a lock of hair out of his face and smiles again at his new boss.* Thanks again, bye.

*And with that he's slipping out towards Alice's office feeling a bit odd, hoping this woman is not some evil, sadistic wench...like mother dearest. A shiver runs down his spine. He slips his top on quickly and shakes the shiver away, just before knocking softly on Alice's door.*  

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I sit in the office with Alice. We had just been speaking about the dreams I've been having lately. The events that have been happening lately are starting to warp my mind and effect my dancing at the rabbit. I stand up and begin pacing in my 5 1/2 inch grobe pleasers, and my mid thigh silk asian styled robe. Scarlet hair flows like fire around me as I walk, emerald eyes on Alice's.

"So now I'm sure we are in bigger trouble then before Alice, then before Kara. I felt something bigger coming, or rather someone. I saw this man in my dream. I'm starting to have problems sleeping. I just..."

I'm starting to sound crazed. They're making me this way. I pace a little quicker, my speech hastening in response. I'm starting to think everyone is out to get me.

"Alice, you're one of the few people in all of this I trust. I don't know, I'm scared..."

Alice can see the frantic look in my eyes. I look at the clock, almost stage time.

"I suppose I just need to get my head clear or something. I'm going to get a drink from Rachael. Thanks though Alice, for listening..."

My soft eyes fall on the woman with a warm, before I make my way over to the door, jerking it open, and almost colliding with poor Daisy.

"Ooo, sorry honey..."

Another small smile, before heading down the stairs to the bar. I want to talk to Gand, but every time I'm around him, they take over. Maybe it's him they want, and not me.