KING MIDAS

Alix often hadn’t strayed from all that jazz since she’d taken the job, out of a duty or respect to what had been left of her marriage at the time or perhaps fear of something she couldn’t control, she wasn’t sure. But, with the divorce papers that were burning a hole in her bag and only an empty apartment to return to, she was in the mood to try and forget about the state of her life. Her son with his father, she was trying to resist the urge to look at her phone and send a message to the two to check in, knowing that it was hated when she interrupted the father son bonding time. 

Glancing up at the bartender when she spoke, her eyes widened a little before she sighed in response. She was grateful for the distraction, but couldn’t help as it appeared she realised she had given off a new vibe to this kind of thing. She had seen some things at All That Jazz, after all. “I’m not new, though I haven’t been in here particularly before.” she admitted to the woman, chuckling softly, “I’m the manager at All That Jazz, Alix. Just a red wine, please.”

     “ohhh, yeah! i’ve been in there a few times! i need to go more. there’s ain’t too much i can really DO here - it’s moreso just a way to find more play partners. but, besides the point - welcome !” claudia can sense there’s something stressing the other woman out. the origin of the tension she has no idea, but claudia immediately makes it her mission to ease it. part of why she’s such a good bartender is her keen ability to read other people’s moods. when clients want to be left alone, claudia drops their drink off and moves to the next. and when it seems like they may be here for a conversation, the more the merrier!

boring, the word buzzes around her head as she searches for the right bottle. she loves guessing people’s personalities based on the first drink they order is. but classy. “i peg you as a cabernet kinda woman.” she doesn’t give the woman any chance to confirm nor deny, as right as the words come out of her mouth, she’s already pouring the glass. “if i’m wrong, i’ll drink it. still on your tab though.” a wink follows her words, clearly a joke. “so alix, what brings you down to our little corner of hell?”

SHE ALLOWED THE INITIAL MEETING TO SLIDE BY. there was no harm in engaging with the other, especially when she filled the room with such energy — she was easy on the eyes too. ❝ all night ? sounds like you’ve got the late shift, love, ❞ katalina fed the energy given by the other. her eyes looked over as  a n a s t a s i a ’ s  drew in a bigger crowd later in the night. ❝ do you give all your new customers the special one - on - one treatment ? ❞ she teased, unable to hold back a small laugh. ❝ what can i say ? i’m a sucker for those bitter fruits, ❞ her gaze followed the other. the bartenders appeared to be silent, but it was like their bodies had their own language as they avoided colliding. ❝ thanks, ❞ the glass was lifted to her lips. ❝ katalina, ❞ syllables rolled off her tongue like it was her favorite word to say — sometimes with the attitude of a  n a r c i s s i s t, it was fitting. ❝ how’d you end up working at a kink club ? ❞ hands landed on the bar after she sipped the purple haze.

     “meh, just part of a hard day’s work.” claudia can’t help but laugh. it’s hard for most people to keep up with her banter, but katalina not only meets her level of intensity, but exceeds it. it’s refreshing, especially from a stranger like this. “nah. only the special newbies get special treatment.” claudia moves along to the beat of the music ever so slightly; a soft tapping of her fingers, nodding of her head. nothing that would get her written up, though with how much her manager loves her, she’s not sure what could ever get her canned at this point. “i’m a sweets gal myself, but it’s so pretty, i can forgive it.” carefree & lighthearted, claudia rests an elbow on the cool oak of the bar. “moved here a few years ago, needed a job, anastasia’s was hiring, i love kink - it was a match made in heaven. no way i couldn’t apply.” the brunette smiles. “what drew you to anastasia’s, dollface?”

A CHUCKLE FELL FROM HER PARTED LIPS. the other spoke as if katalina was some sort of shiny new toy, but she wasn’t. ❝ it just looks like my regular bartender isn’t in today, ❞ dark eyes looked over the other, analyzing the new presence. she seemed quite eager, so the customer placed her elbows on the bar, her chin fitting snug in the palm of her hand. ❝ breathplay, huh ? i think there a quite a lot of  s i c k  things that run through my mind. i just don’t think you have the time to sit here and listen to me talk about it all, not with all your eager customers waiting, ❞ katalina’s voice was lower, not wanting the surrounding ears to eavesdrop on her conversation. ❝ a purple haze, ❞ the words flowed smoothly. she didn’t know the other, but her company was enjoyable. ❝ i haven’t seen to talk to anyone else like that tonight, you have a little crush on me already ? ❞ the playful banter spilled as she waited for the drink.

     “damn, miscalculation on my part then.” claudia thought she knew everyone in this bar - guess not though. not that it really matters, she supposes. kat’s new to claudia, and that’s all that counts right now. “i got all night, babes. you’re my only customer right now. the other gals got the other ones.” it’s partly a lie, but most of the people here are her regulars, & they always get excited when they spot claudia chatting up a cute customer. “i’d love to hear ‘em all. this is a kink club, after all. what else would two beautiful dolls like ourselves chat about?” she purrs. “purple haze, huh? don’t see that one all that often. comin’ right up.” right - claudia’s working here, isn’t she? quickly, she dashes off and prepares the mixed drink. it’s not too long before she’s back though - how could she keep someone like kat waiting? “what can i say? i’m a romantic.” she smiles as she hands the other her drink. “claudia. & you are?”

       naomi listens contently as claudia talks about her work, sipping her drink occasionally. she can’t help but smile at the older girl, delighted to hear the kink club is no where near as scary she once thought. “well, next time you stop in ask if you can sit in my section, maybe i’ll snag you a free appetizer or desert or something.” being close with the manager definitely had its perks and allowed her to slip in some freebies to friends who worked the avenue. she was hopeful claudia would take her up on the offer and this wouldn’t be their first and last encounter. as the girl continued to recant her experience with working the club and the loyalty of her clientele, naomi listened intently. “that’s nice, makes this place seem a lot less daunting. doesn’t sound like a half bad gig either. i wish i could say the same about half the people that pass through knockers. i’m lucky to have a good manager, otherwise i wouldn’t last one night with how handsy some customers can be.”

a laugh erupted from her lips at the bartender’s play on words. “oh wow, a bartender and a comedian? a woman of many talents.” she brings the glass to her lips, finishing off the remainder of the dark drink. “i haven’t. not to sound like a total loser, but i’m not all that… out-going. i’m trying to get better at it, but baby steps. i think i’d be too embarrassed to actually participate in anything. but tell me about you, how did you really get involved here? was it really the whole breath play thing or is that just your way of inducting newbies?”

     “danggg, you’re already bustin’ out the free apps? a woman after my own heart.” claudia likes this girl! it’s been a while since she’s clicked so intensely with a customer. she’s becomes friends with each & every one of her clients over time, but it usually takes a few nights at the least. “yeah, i was shocked at how cushy this place was! the kink community’s really a nice place. i mean, it can be a little sexist at times, but those asswipes usually don’t stay for more than a couple nights when they see my pullin’ out the riding crop.” it’s half a joke. she’s never run into one of those “twitter dom” types here, but she has scared a couple men off when they realized she isn’t just some submissive doll. 

    A SIGH OF RELIEF ESCAPED HER LIPS. the woman before her was a whirlwind. though it was a bit overwhelming, the woman’s confidence was infectious and brought a smile to naomi’s face. every time she opened her mouth to speak the bartender had moved on to the next subject. she was appreciative of the moment alone she had while the woman made her drink. it gave her a second to collect her thoughts, which flickered back to the comment the woman made earlier. naomi could only wonder what insane things she’s seen while working here.

once she had her drink in front of her she flashed the bartender a kind smile, “no need to apologize, its nice to meet someone so… enthusiastic.” she took a sip of her drink, happy to have the concoction in front of her. “thank you drink claudia,” she tested the woman’s name on her lip. “i’m naomi. if you’ve ever been to knockers, you’ve probably seen me there or maybe at lulu’s i stop by there sometimes.” she leaned forward against the bar, keen on getting to know the bartender more. “so, uh.. don’t get a lot of new people in here, huh?” her eyes flickered over toward the other clientele. 

     “it’s no problem. literally what i get paid for, sooooo...” claudia can’t help but act so sly and cocky. it’s how she was raised, what she had to do to survive while growing up under her parents’ roof. plus, it seems like naomi is bouncing the energy back pretty well. not as well as claudia herself, of course - but enough to keep her interest piqued. “what can i say? just lovin’ life.” it’s a bit sarcastic, but not overwhelmingly so. claudia’s satisfied with her life at the moment. working in a kink club, having mad sex every other night with some of her closest friends, and getting paid for it? i mean, it’s anyone’s dream.

    THERE’S NOTHING LIKE LATE NIGHT ADVENTURE. naomi found herself back on the avenue on her night off with a keen sense of adventure. though she’d work on the strip for the last few years, she has yet to make her way into every shop. she had no problem visiting any of the restaurants, bars, or strip clubs. but nothing had been quite as daunting as anastaia’s. the avenue looked rather calm at this hour and she figured better now than never. so with all the courage she could muster she entered the infamous kink club.

she was hoping for the visit to be rather uneventful, maybe order a few drinks and observe the scene. so when the pretty bartender approached her rather candidly, her face turned bright red. she hadn’t expected such straightforwardness and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, even if she hadn’t gone in with the intent of living out her kinkiest fantasy. “oh- i- no- it’s not like that.” she stammered, averting her eyes from the bartender. “i work down the street at knockers and i was just curious about this place. i wasn’t here for.. any of that. but- uh yes, a drink would be fantastic. a rum and coke if you have it please.”

     PERFECT ! this is exactly the kind of girl claudia had pegged naomi for. only the real shy type goes to a kink club to sit around and drink, after all. “aww, you can be honest with me. i promise, whatever your worst is, i’ve seen dudes with ten times more disgusting shit. & i don’t even judge them.” she offers a wink to the pretty stranger. she debates keeping up the act for a while longer... but nah, that’d be mean, wouldn’t it? plus, she didn’t wanna scare the little thing off. more customers means more tips. and, more customers means more potential playmates! 

          » dorothy was relieved to hear it.  if  anyone had  touched  her  precious  little bee,  she  was  sure  to  have  hurt  them.  not  only  was  it  against the  rules  of  the  club  to  allow  clients  to  touch  the  dancers,  but  bee  was  hers.  and  hers  alone. ❝  i  assure  you  i  won’t  be  distracted. i  consider  this  a  part  of  the  job.  keeping you  in  line, ❞  she  husks.  the  moment  bee  sits  in  her  lap,  dotty  is  overwhelmed  with  the  scent  of  her  perfume,  and  blue  eyes  trail  down  to  her  soft  thighs. a  hand  rests  upon  her  bare  thigh, carefully  pushing  her  skirt  up  ever  so  slightly.  ❝  you  know  very  well  you  get  something  out  of  every  interaction  we  have.  you  know,  sometimes i  consider  giving you  all  the  money  you  need.  then  you  won’t  have  to  do  private dances  for  anyone. i  do,  however, like  seeing  you  on  that  stage.  seeing the  way  people react  to  you.  knowing  that  you’re  mine… isn’t  that  right, little  pet  ? ❞  

     IT’S NO SURPRISE THAT CLAUDIA ENDED UP IN A KINK CLUB. sure, she’s only bartending it, but she’s an active participant as well. she loves all of it - all sides and aspects, from simple rope play to things more devious, like petplay or leather play. claudia had been drawn to the club the moment she laid eyes on it. god knows how she ended up in this strip, but once she saw it, she knew it was destiny. she doesn’t make a lot - but it’s enough. it’s an honest living, more modest and... un-lavish than she’s used to, but that’s fine! she’s learning to live with it. and who knows! maybe some rich milf will walk into the bar and hit her up one of these days.

· · · · · » · dorothy ·couldn’t· help· but · notice ·the· way ·this ·one ·particular man ·had ·taken ·quite ·a ·liking ·to ·one ·of ·her ·girls. not ·just ·any ·girl. ·but ·her ·girl. ·her ·little bumblebee. ·of ·course, bee ·had ·a ·job ·to ·do. ·dorothy had ·a ·job ·to ·do ·also. ·which ·was ·making sure ·that ·beatrice did ·her ·job ·and ·did ·it ·well. ·but ·that ·didn’t ·mean ·she ·had ·to ·be ·happy ·about ·it. ·after ·beatrice ·had ·given ·the ·man ·a ·private ·dance, dorothy ·showed ·herself into ·the ·room ·where ·the ·younger ·girl ·was ·getting re-dressed ·and ·ready ·for ·the ·next ·customer.··❝ ·he ·didn’t touch ·you ·did ·he ·? ·❞ ·she ·asked ·her, ·taking ·a ·seat ·in ·the ·plush, velvet ·chair ·in ·the ·room. ·❝ ·i ·think ·you’d ·better show ·me ·what ·you ·did ·for ·him. ·i’d ·better make ·sure ·you’re not ·getting ·sloppy. ❞· // @diatribcs·

          » some nights, ofelia found herself overwhelmed by her own emotions.  she  enjoyed  what  she  did,  for  the  most  part.  but  even  so,  she  found  herself  caught  up  in  a  back  and  forth  argument  with  herself.  she  felt  ashamed  but  relieved.  even  though  she  enjoyed  herself,  she  was  ashamed  of  herself.  embarrassed.  but  with  the  money  she  earned,  she  had  a  nice  apartment,  and  she  wanted  for  nothing.  she’d  had  a  long  night  this  night  in  particular,  and  her  body  was  tired  and  aching  everywhere.  she  didn’t  think  it  was  possible,  feeling  so  run  down  after  being  with  countless  people  doing  all  the  work.

                    so  after  her  shift  finished  and  she  grabbed  her  cut  of  the  pay,  she  found  herself  going  elsewhere  rather  than  straight  home,  where  she  would  have  overthought  her  life’s  decisions  before  masturbating  until  she  fell  asleep.  as  she  headed  towards  the  bar,  her  shoulder  nudged  someone  else,  and  she  heard  a  clatter  -  along  with  a  splash  of  wetness  against  her  feet.  she’d  knocked  a  drink  to  the  ground  -  though  she  was  unsure  if  it  was  theirs  or  if  they  were  taking  the  drink  to  someone  else.  ❝  god  i’m  sorry  -  please  let  me  replace  it.  ❞ 

     BEE NEVER LIKED GOING RIGHT HOME AFTER WORK. sure, her job tires the hell out of her, but there’s just something so daunting about the idea of returning to an empty home. sleeping in an empty room, with nothing but the faint sound of television humming in the background... it’s not her style. she much prefers hanging around the bar & getting absolutely sloshed on the cheapest shit before heading home & immediately passing out. it’s worked well for her so far, & she won’t give it up until it bites her in the ass. not that she has to worry about that tonight - she’s still got a long night ahead of her. no, bee’s just on a break right now. dorothy always yells at her for drinking on the job, but no one can deny it livens her up like nothing else. whatever it takes to keep her awake, right?