PRIVATE Exotic Business

[Red Bulloch]

Tag: @Nikita Dragunov
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

Business has started booming as far as it was expected. A smaller club in Watson, a district saturated by clubs, could not hope for more. It appears here that the theme that came from my take over has drawn enough people to turn profit. Magnificent, truly. The music continued blasting swing tunes made with modern day instruments, and various patrons appeared to be finding entertainment in a myriad ways. A few dancers performed at different corners while the upper loft had gambling tables that were rather active. All the while, I could tell that the rumor mill was working like a charm. Already I was receiving notifications of a few tips that could make for some good information to somebody for the right price.

I decided I would take a walk through the main room of the establishment. I had no mind to schmooze with the people, but rather just check on things - make sure it's all still a well-oiled machine. The bar counter itself appeared to be the place the dreary folks went. A few long faces, but majority of them too plastered to show much happiness or sadness at all. More so a face of tiredness. Among these faces was a form I had not yet seen. I know people do like their body modifications in night city, yet such a drastic formation was something I had never seen before. However, the woman's body seemed lithe and well-toned. I decided to go behind the bar eventually, and found the cat-woman still there. There was an opening for a dancer.

"What can I get you, dearie?", I said to her with a crimson red shimmer in my eyes, "I take it you get quite a bit of looks?" As I finished that last question, I put a glass on the counter ready to be filled.

 

[Nikita Dragunov]

Tag: @Red Bulloch
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

Just an average day in Night City, as I walk on the street, watch the people from under my hood. I want less attention at the moment, but I know my very long tail will draw on me more eyes, like my cat face or ears.

As I wait for the metro, I just check my messages.
What a big surprise, that bastard didn't answer my last message. But on the other hand I can check the place that Speedy mentioned. Worst case scenario, I drink something, enjoy my time, and walk back home, or check other places too.
As the metro arrived I just tried to find a place where I can enjoy the view and think about my future, or more like my next steps.

I watched the city, and after the people, before I walked to the metro cart's door, and walked out. I checked the map, and Speedy's message and after that I just walked on the street. I feel as more people watch me, as I look at them from the corner of my eye, I see their faces. Some of them can't believe what they saw, others want me for themselves. So an average day, nothing more.

After I found the Parlour, I just walked in and as I moved I just looked around in the place, before I sat down beside the bar, and pulled down the hood from my head. I feel people staring at me. This wasn't a new thing. Most of the people here just came here to forget their day, and end with a few glasses of alcohol.

Besides this the place looks very normal, so maybe I can give it a chance. I see movement from the corner of my eyes, and I turned my ear first. After I slowly turn my head there too, and look at the red head woman, with a cute smile, as my cat ears bend down in a cute way.
"Ohh Meoow. Can you recommend something to take away the bad mood?" I look into her eyes and shrug after her next question.
"I'm so used to being looked at, it's fine as long as they keep their hands under control." I slowly move my long tail and keep it close to the chair, so nobody steps on it.
"As many people watch me here, I think my kind isn't too frequent here." I lean on the bar and look around, then back at her with my cutest face. Maybe a good drink helps begin a good chat and the bartenders always have some good stories too.

 

[Red Bulloch]

Tag: @Nikita Dragunov
Location: Main bar room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

You meet all sorts of people in this business, for sure. Dregs, gamblers, hustlers, mercs, and low-level corpos have walked through my doors often. A woman with feline anatomy was a first. However, a first is still an opportunity. I saw her posture, and her sheepish demeanor. As she spoke, she mentioned a bad mood. "I got many things for that, my feline friend. A white Russian may be to your liking, if you enjoy the stereotype of cats and milk.", I suggested with a slight bit of humor in my voice while keeping the sultry and inviting smile.

I would wait before pouring the drink though. No use making something if the customer had a better idea. All of this was to test her though. Would she take the suggestion? Would she have a better idea? All I would learn comes through waiting. As she talked about being looked at, I chuckled slightly as she mentioned if one like her was not very frequent of a sight here. "You and I both seem to be used to getting looks. It is a little fun, don't you think?" I would then pour the drink as she told me whether my suggestion was good or if she thought of something better. "Not too frequent is an understatement, dearie.", I then looked up with a playful smile, "However, that ain't a bad thing."

 

[Nikita Dragunov]

Tag: @Red Bulloch
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

With a little smile I nodded when she told me the drink.
"A little cat and a milk-like drink. Sounds perfect for me"
I just watched as she poured the white drink into the glass, and after I tilted my head with lift up ears.
"Ohh yep, more times fun like not. and I get these cat and milk things so many times when I am in a cage, or walking with other exotics on a leash between guests, or on the stage or around the pole." I just shrugged, and looked at the milk white drink. After some moments I just sighed, my ears leaned down and I turned my gaze away.
"People love watching wilder looking creatures like exotics, and if they see a smaller wildcat on a chain, their imagination just flies away and opens more wallets. It's just hard to live from this if the boss just forgets to pay close every time, and this is too common a thing in this city or only I had bad luck with these places."
As I lifted up the glass I gently shook it and sniffed into the drink. I drink a little slip to taste it and after I just closed my eyes with a little purring.
"Yep, definitely this is a good drink against the bad mood."
I just drank the drink, and placed down the glass as I looked at her again with a little curious face as my cat ears turned in two different directions.
"Soooo, Isn't my kind too common in Watson? Interesting…" The word stuck in me as I got a call. And I roll my eyes as I see the call ID.
"When we paint the devil on the wall" I mumbled and sigh. "Just a minute, my boss wants something…"

/Call from "Liar boss"/
Kitty: "Yes?"
Liar boss: "Hey sexy, when will you put your cute sexy round fur covered butt into my lap? Some minutes maybe a little less?"
Kitty: "I told you to make other things today, just send me my money."
Liar boss: "Money-money-money… Can you say something else? Maybe if you come here purring and moaning a little and give this sexy strong stallion a good long ride with a full service…"
Kitty: "Are you drunk again?"
Liar boss: "Maybe a little, but who cares, I am your owner, you do what I tell you, so drag your little ass now, and make me happy!"
Kitty: "I am your dancer, in your fucking club, I am not a street meat, not your bed warmer, not your doll, not your f*cktoy, aaaaand definitely NOT your F*CKING property you F#&@ M%+#&@ B#&@!"
Liar boss: "How dare you, you stupid w…"
/Call Ended, Call ID Blocked/

I just snarled as I looked at the empty glass, and my ears turned back. I slowly lift up my hands and buried my face into my palms with a silent "Bastard". I take a deep breath and after I place down my hands to the bar, and look at the red head woman with a sigh.
"Can I ask another one, Please?" I point to the empty glass, and after roll my eyes.

/Message from Kitty to Riku and MeowingCats group/
"Okay that was enough, I quit, and look for another club… I know I lost a lot of money again, but this will be better. I will try to find a new place, we will talk later, in my place. Meoow! o..o"

My ears lifted up to a little more neutral position, but my tail moved a little behind me, showing clearly that I am a little bit frustrated at the moment.
"Bad day… but it will be way worse for my ex-boss to become sober and find a new girl into his club..." I shrugged one "...but this is not really my problem."
I pull my tail closer to the chair again, as I wait.

/Call from Master/
Little One: "This was fast… like every time…"
Master: "I'm just proud of you… except your language…"
Little One: "Fuck it, I'm not really in the mood for a lecture on polite speech... plus the prick deserved it."
Master: "Language Little One, Language.. but yes.. he deserved it… we will speak later…"
/Call ended/

I grimaced a little when I felt the small electric shock in my body and rolled my eyes as I rubbed the backside of my neck. So I had to ask around more directly here. But I had a good chance here. No other Exotic, and the people like the new things, so maybe I can get a chance here.

 

[Red Bulloch]

Tag: @Nikita Dragunov
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

I poured the drink while listening to this girl suddenly seem to open up. I could not have made it easier, myself. I would chuckle a bit as she talked about the allure of one of her form. I certainly understood well. No matter the occupation, no matter the origin, every man or woman in this city had their thing. Some seemed to like cats in more ways than one, it seemed. I merely listened for much of it. As she talked about liking the drink, my smirk was wider with satisfaction. Talents from my earlier career came very handy here. "It's just vodka and espresso topped with cream, darling. Life's pleasures ain't so complicated much of the time.", I would say somewhat playfully.

I stood by her while the other girls at the bar handled the other patrons. My employees knew what I was doing, and kept the bar as a well oiled machine as it should be. As the cat girl spoke, the more I saw an opportunity for a new dancer to work at my club. To be truthful, I was a little surprised this girl still thought I was a regular bar tender here. The session with her boss seemed more brief than anticipated. I certainly didn't mind. Her posture and behavior after that exchange seemed to have told me why. It appears those frustrations she talked about may have boiled over. It was time to start making that work in my favor.

"You got it, dearie. One more White Russian.", I said rather hospitably. "You got a problem with your boss, I take it? Some more frustration than you talked about earlier?" I would wear a face of concern, yet all was to get what I needed. People drinking love a compassionate face. I had a strong feeling she would appreciate the look too. She then talked about how this would be more of her now ex-boss' problem. To me, that was true perfection. I could not ask for an easier severance from her old gigs. "Was that round too strong, darling?", I asked as I saw her face grimace slightly. To be truthful, I used actually less vodka in that most recent round, but what else could have done that?

Nonetheless, it all didn't matter. This girl was coming ever more into my web. As she falls from her past job, she would fall rather comfortably into the strands I spun. The life of this business was ever so much fun. When easier days like this came, one could only celebrate.

 

[Nikita Dragunov]

Tag: @Red Bulloch
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

I slowly placed my fingertip over the edge of the glass after she poured my next drink. I looked at the white drink as I listened to her, and my finger just went around the edge of the glass with gentle movement.
Suddenly I stopped the motion, lifted up my hand and played with my collar around my neck as my ears just went down again and rolled my eyes.
"That was just the tip of the iceberg. In the last months he just wanted more and more, and paid nothing. Just the promises, so if I make extra services I will get my money faster. Last night was a mess too. Vip party… or more like meeting with money bags. You know, that type, where the boss put out the finest drink, the more exotic girls, to show why these people left their money in his club. Everything is nice, everybody makes the best behavior, etc. Nothing big, mostly just lay, or sit close with a cute face, maybe a little dancing or other performance…" I just shrug one, this is really not a big deal. "Like most of the time, the wilder looking cat exotics like me are in close to nothing tribal clothes, on a normal strong chain leash with a special mechanism, so anything that happens it just automatically releases and we can run for cover or panic room." my fingers slowly caressed my collar as I told these things, and watched her face with a little more cute like cat face. Just this chatty little young thing-like. "You know sometimes some people can't control their hands and just think with their lower parts, so they forget that we are not dolls or toys or street meats from Jig-Jig or Cloud."
I slowly lift up the glass and drink from the drink.
"But this time my ex-boss just forgot to tell us, so we were on fully normal chains without a release mechanism, and he just walked away and left up before the hungry studs. Luckily I thought quickly and ordered them a ton of alcohol, to make them enough so they became drunk and we can buy enough time for the little troublemaker streetkid girl to lockpick the chains and we could run into the panic room. So they couldn't use us…"
I lifted up the glass again and drank the rest of the White Russian. After I put down the glass I sigh a big.
"After this, today he wants to go to his house, and if I serve him, plus I will be a good lap and bed warmer, because he thinks he is my owner… no, not my boss, my owner… crazy isn't it? And maaaaaaybe he will pay some money to me, or not … bastard…"
I played a little with my long hair, and a little looked around, watched the other guests before my gray eyes turned back to the red head woman.
"As I said, Bad day. I am a little curious, after I left him, how many other girls will do the same. I want to look at his face if close every girl or all of them left him…"
My finger just started playing again on the empty glass.
"One thing for sure, this life is very far from what my parents dreamed for me…"
I thought a little, and after a little blush showed up on my cat face.
"Ohh, oopsy… sorry, I just dumped all of this on you. I hope your boss will not be mad, you just chat with me. Aaaand don't worry this drink just perfect, Not too strong, to kick me out, and not too week." I pulled back my neck a little, and one of my ears tilted sideways, and the other one moved upward.

 

[Red Bulloch]

Tag: @Nikita Dragunov
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

I would pour her drink, then hand it over while she talked about her grievances of her current, or previous, employer. On one hand, this was too good to be true. Somebody who looks like she did would draw in plenty of customers, and I was sure she knew that very well and good too. However, the cynical information broker in me knew that something would be hidden if one reveals so much so quickly. I didn't give this kitty that much liquor, unless she was the lightweight of the century. However, I doubted this was much more than her trying to pull strings of potential employment. After all, she definitely presented as a dancer and performer. Yet, I had a feeling in my gut there was something else about this feline character who likely aims to perform on my stage. I would just need some time to put my finger on what that something else is.

On one hand, I was morbidly intrigued by her story. On the other, I was a little cynical if it was true. Granted, I have heard far worse stories at this counter, as well as earlier times in my career. If there is one thing this city did not have any shortages on, it was debauchery. I knew that fact well and good since I made my living off of facilitating that behavior. True, I never had my neck tied to a pole for others' amusement, yet my past seemed to have skipped the wining and dining part. I would laugh a little bit hearing how the guy wants her to come over to his place later. If anything of what she has told me was true, it earnestly was funny imagining he'd believe that would happen. I might've taken over a club a few years earlier had I worked my way up this clown's ranks.

"Dancers seem to rotate, darling.", which was partially true but really depended on the club industry at the time, "When a club goes down the shitter, they leave. However, even the clubs that are all the way at the lowest depths of the sludge pile still may pull a naive girl off the streets anyway." I made myself ready to pour her a third glass. "However, poor management does encourage people of ambition to come in and put that situation under new management. Such is the way of entertaining people in this city, dearie." She finished the second glass. "Care for a third round, darling? You don't seem to be on your ass yet.", I said through the image of warmth and humor.

"If you think your parents have dashed expectations for your life now, you are in wonderful company, honey." Which was certainly true, but there was no way in hell I'd tell her the truth this soon. Yet, it very much was true considering my parents thought I'd marry some Militech manager around their level over in Charleston. Just live life comfortably as a corpo socialite while pumping out kids like Militech pumped out guns and tanks. Last I heard, Mama still taught at the college over there to educate young people into the Militech way of life, while Daddy still manned his boys at the Citadel as part of Militech's private army securing their East Coast stronghold. Needless to say, writing home would not work well for my business here. "Oh. Don't you worry about my boss, darling. She's just pouring some poor girl's drinks, listening to her story, and wondering if this cat on the bar stool is interested in a new job." Upon saying that, I had a mischievous grin on my face coupled with a wicked look in my eye. I figured it was time enough to reveal my true nature. Hopefully my feline friend would pick up on the little jest I did. I'd begin to pour myself a drink while sliding a third glass her way. With my glass poured, I looked back at her. "What do you say, dearie? Wanna work for a boss who'll not just pay you regularly, but pay you well? I certainly know how to treat my girls right."

 

[Nikita Dragunov]

Tag: @Red Bulloch
Location: Main Bar Room of The Parlour, Watson, NC

As I listen to her, I slowly play with the glass, and look at her.
"Sad thing but sometimes these mud holes are better places than the street, or more like just looks better, and the naive girls end up in even worse situations." I mumbles, and nods for the third round.
"Yes, please." I just watch her, with a little smile.
"When they dream, their daughter will work on the top floor of one of the big corpo buildings, or similar." I shrug with a grin. "Maybe I got a better life with that, but it's boring too. This one may not be so luxurious, but I can enjoy it. Real friends who like me and not my wallet, or just show to like me, because of a crazy corpo rank." I sigh one. "They could never accept this and understand it." I look at the glass, as my ears lean down and I put my lips to the side.

Yes, my real parents imagined another life for me, this was completely true. They want me to become the perfect tool, in the Arasaka's hand, as a perfectly trained netrunner. But what they believed and what Arasaka made with me… with us a full other story. I know a lot of years passed after that, but for me, these things weren't so long ago.
I look at my hand, and I know that as a snow leopard exotic, they will never recognize me, if they are still alive. But they were gone a long long time ago.

I slowly looked at her as she told me she is the boss. A little smirk comes to my face, as my ears go up and turn forward, as I watch her face. This was a little surprise, but a good one, and this little chatty start maybe give me a little bit of extra chances too.
"I think I can spare myself the step of asking where the boss is, or when she'll be here." I just lift up my right arm, to offer my hand for a hand shake.
"I think we can talk about this. Do you like to continue here or a little more private place? By the way, I am Nikita Dragunov, but call me just Kitty."
I just lift up the glass and drink from it. I just enjoy the taste of this one the same way as the first time. And this and the chance of new good work put me in a much better mood too.