Its been a long week. That finocchio Devin almost getting the better of him had put a severe dent in Severo's ego. The fact that Alessio had had to intervene only exasperated the situation. Then their was the business with the Haitians. It had left a sour taste in his mouth all week. Plus, his side still ached from where Alessio had planted that wicked dagger of his four inches deep into his gut. Truth me told, he felt lucky that was all the boss had done after he ruined his date. [Ruined being a euphemism for caving in the poor girl's skull.]

What he needed was to blow off some steam. What he needed was a nice pompino.

He had heard about this place from some of the boys in Nicky's crew. Seems it was a decent joint, with decent prices and [reasonably] clean women. He hoped all the hype meant something.

Just after sundown, he parks around the corner from the place and makes his way to the front door. He knocks, awaiting an answer.  

--Last edited by Severo Giovanni on 2009-01-30 16:13:06 --

Motherfucker.

This shit always happens to me. Im three feet from freedom, reaching for the damn door and someone knocks. At least it isnt 4am, the real freaks show up around 4am.

'Yo Kim you up!?'

I shout up the stairs hoping to pass whoever is at the door off so I dont have to play hostess. Unfortunately for me im usually the only one who is shoots out of bed the second the sun goes down. I grumble to myself and slide open the peep hole in the door so I can recite Kims line to Severo.

'The horse only turns left, what do you do?'

Our buisness operates by word of mouth. If this guy is legit he will know how to finish the weird saying of the month.

Severo glances over either shoulder, then flashes a grin at the peephole.

"Ya fuckin' bet on 'em."

I cant help but snicker, something about hese passwords is just hilarious to me.

'That ya do my man.'

I say through the peephole as i undo lock after lock to open the door for Severo. I stand aside to let him enter our little stairwell foyer. Since im the only one up at the moment other than some of our afternoon delight girls I will play hostess.

'Welcome to the stable. I dont think ive seen you around here before, you a local?'

2009-02-02 15:37:51 Rosa Maria rolls 4 dice to Cha+streetwise 8,8,1,2 (1 success)

I try not to put the guy off. He is a customer after all. I probably sound like im launching into a few questions to tell for sure if hes a cop or not. In truth this is how we survive. Anyone who adamantly maintains they are out of town and want to be called John is basically ready to be a meal for our little collective. When you lie to your wife about where you are that makes it easier for us to help you dissapear.

Not sayin I like the arrangement much, but it works and sometimes people deserve a worst case scenario.

Severo enters the fine establishment, looking around to get a feel for the place. He never met a whore who wouldn't sink a knife in yer back if it meant she'd get paid five minutes faster.

2009-02-03 14:44:07 Severo rolls 7 dice to Perception+Alertness 4,8,7,5,2, 9,6 (4 successes)

There doesn't seem to be anyone waiting behind a couch with a lead pipe... but that doesn't mean he's wrong.

He smiles down at the hostess.

"I'm a local... Heard bout this place from a friend..."

'Excellent.'

I chirp to Severo. We try not to eat locals. Too many bodies piling up and someone would be bound to notice. Even if the freak-fest in the basement takes care of them. The crusty little entryway really doesnt do our establishment justice. Granted the rest of the place is pretty crusty, broken down and generally fucked up; but we do have one pretty nice room.

'Well then you just come with me and ill get you hooked right up.'

Severo doesnt seem so bad. Sure hes a big bald fucker, but Im not getting any -please dont notice the herps- vibes from him yet. I will lead him into a large parlor on the first floor and motion for him to take a seat on an old red satin couch. The walls in this parlor are draped with cloth to hide the scarred plaster over old brick. There are a few tables and other couches scattered about. Kim calls this the selection room. I leave Severo for just a second to bang on an adjoining door;

'Customer bitches, Roll em out!'

I yell. Usually im one of these girls, but after I gave Dom the better part of my earnings on that gun swap Ive got two weeks off. Severo will have to come back if he wants a little piece of gangsta ass.  

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I follow her into the room. Sure its a dive, but I've been to worse places before. I mean, its not like I was expecting the fuckin Playboy mansion.

I take a seat on the old couch, attempting to appear at ease. Really, I'm hoping I won't catch scabies just sitting here... but its the price you pay for this kinda service.

Kim rises from her bed and tosses the dog-eared novel on the wooden bedside table. ‘Fuck me...’ she grumbles and she hears Rosa’s screech invading her ears. She may as well go down and take care of the john, it’s been a slow week and she’s been bored out of her brain, might as well go have some fun.

She quickly gets ready, dabbing on some imitation Chanel and wraps a revealing white gauzy robe around her shoulders. There’s nothing more than a clingy white bustier that cinches from the back with snaps pushing her boobs up, even if you didn’t want to look you would, they are in your face, and a pair of matching panties that lace up on the sides. Kim slips into a pair of peep-toe heals with a white fuzzy pompom on the front, and walks to the room; but before she does she grabs Rose aside and hisses in her ear, ‘not bitches, Rosa, ladies. Now get the fuck to your room and clean that dump up.’

Then she puts on her smile-mask and enters the room. ‘Good evening...’ she purrs, her heals making soft sounds against the crappy floor, ‘and what can I do for you tonight?’ She puts a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side and smiles, ‘we rarely get handsome men in, a pleasant switch.’

Sometimes I wonder if Kim sleeps in her 'Just fuck me already' outfits. I put on a real sour face when she grabs me and hisses in my ear.

'Aiight! Chill mamacita, they know im just playin.'

I scowl as Kim walks off and takes over playing hostess. I was hoping for a tip here. Ill stick my head in on the three girls I was calling to who are lounging around and whore-ing up their makeup.

'Yo, I aint playin, you all skank ass bitches up in here.'

I inform them before I dart up the stairs towards my room.  

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Severo chuckles at Kim's comment, knowing better than to believe the laurels of a whore. He smiles up at her, reclining on the sofa, his eyes inspecting her ripe figure hungrily.

"I'm lookin' to relieve some stress... Its been a tough week."  

--Last edited by Severo Giovanni on 2009-02-28 22:52:06 --

Kim will find them all good-looking, especially when they are dishing out cash and getting rid of her boredom at the same time.

‘Well, if you like I can get rid of that nasty stress for you...’ her tone is a purr, a seductive little manner she uses for special occasions, ‘or...’ a small pout of lush lips, ‘if I’m not to your liking I could get you one of the other girls.’ Slow, seductive sways of hips bring her closer to him,’ but they are just that...girls. Wouldn’t you prefer a woman?’