Fred’s Fresh Meats (2) 10-19-13
The siblings glanced at one another as they were being separated to perform their own tasks, and grinned silent encouragements to each other. Brigitte made her way over to Sissy and then walked behind the bar. She nodded at the woman’s order, and began to make it. She’d been around long enough – and had drank enough – to know her way around the drinks served at a bar. She moved quickly, yet still looked over at Fred and her brother momentarily before she laughed and finished off the drink. “It would be quite hard. Girls will be drooling all over the place, I’m sure.”
As Brigitte walked away with Sissy, Azrael turned to watch Fred like a hawk. Soon, he grinned and then began moving his body in time with the male’s. Pulling his clothes off slowly, and quite seductively, the vampire smirked slowly. He could feel teh energy pulsating off of Fred, and that only seemed to encourage him more. With each piece of clothing that he pulled off, he seemed to move more sexily, his hips gyrating slowly. When they were done, he looked over at Fred, smirking lightly.
Fred watched the ladys reactions as he gathered his clothing back together. Dressing quickly he moved back to the bar to get a drink. Seeing as she was making a Rickey he decided he would also see how she was making them. He asked for one as well.
“Why don’t you be a dear, and make us both one of those. “
he then spun the stool around to look at sissy and asked, ..
” So what do you think of the act so far? “
more dancers were now coming in and taking places practicing in various spots. It seemed that the club was starting to pick up they might be ready to open soon.
Sissy toyed with the straw in her mouth, her tongue lazily twirling it as she released it on seeing Fred return with his clothes from his rather raunchy strip.
“Well, you got my vote. That was some great moves there.” Sissy said with a double nod. “You definitely have finesse.” Turning her attention back to the young girl that made her drink, Sissy added. “And this..this is not bad at all. How many other clubs have you worked at?’ She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. It was probably a question her boss should be asking, but Sissy was not backward in being forward.
Sissy smiled at Azrael and winked. “You’re bound to get a lot of tips, Az.” Sissy said confidently. “Girls like guys with a little something extra. And the way you move your hips, you certainly got that.”
Sissy took the straw back in between her lips and took another sip.
Having completed practice he gave the two new dancers directions to their quarters. Showing them a section of rooms that were set off the club on the lower level for the dancers. Pointing out a place for both Azrael and Birgitte should they desire board as well in the establishment.
“You may stay here if you like you two.However i wouldnt suggest leaving out the back stairs till the morrow as its well guarded. We had a few try to steal supplies in the past, you understand.”
He then turned to Sissy, to show her the private apartments. Pointing towards the private stairs he said..
“This way my dear, and I shall take you to your room. “
He then went upstairs towards towards he private chambers to show her her suite and take a rest for the night.
The upstairs private apartments were well serviced and big enough for Sissy to feel right at home. She had placed her empty glass down on the bar downstairs, and gone up after Fred, after he had explained to the two newer employees the best way to enter and exit the club.
Reaching the landing, Sissy was shown through the door, to what would be her quarters. She was duly impressed, and turned on her heel, regarding all the fittings, and of course her bed. Walking across the floorboards, she set down her small tapestry bag and then reached up to flick back her long red curls. A smile crept across her features, as she glanced back over her shoulder at Fred.
“This is perfect.” Her voice laced with a subtle accent, that rolled off her tongue effortlessly. “I think we are going to have a very good working relationship. I can guarantee you a good number of male clients, that will be all too willing to drink their purses away.” Sissy smiled, cocking her head to the right slightly.
“You must have a trail of women a mile long that seek to get the special dances from you, Fred.” She said, letting her tongue run over the top of her teeth. “Desperate women, and fat purses. Not enough Doctors around to cure their hysteria, but it can be with the right amount of…meat.” Again a play on words in regards to the butcher shop that acted as a front to the club.
Brigitte finished the drink for Sissy, and slid it over to her with a smile. As Fred and her brother walked over, she grinned and nodded. “Of course.” Quickly, she made Fred the same drink and slid it to him. “I’ve worked at a few in my time. I’d say… probably four or five? I’m not entirely sure.” She grinned, and then looked at her brother. Azrael had gotten dressed quickly alongside Fred, a grin on his lips as well. At Sissy’s words, he chuckled and shrugged. “I hope so. I think I’m going to like this job.” The siblings followed Fred to their quarters and smiled their thanks before walking in after Sissy and Fred walked away. The quarters were nice – spacious enough, and had the basics.
Ferdinand led Sissy up towards the set of apartments showing her the set of rooms. They were lavish compared to the club. Made to his taste. As a Prescott he was used to nothing but the best but you wouldn’t expect such luxury looking at the place downstairs. He preffered that others not know him that well or know his history. He had taken a liking to this Sissy however. She seemed to be a kindred spirit. Like him she was fiercely independent and also was trying to stand on her own two feet despite obstacles. Fred hadn’t wanted to depend on the family fortune. His mother had given him a sizable amount in his youth but he had used it to his advantage and more than quadrupled it on his own. Using his talents he had invested it in the right bets. Allied himself with various people and by doing so he had come out stronger. The downside was he saw too much in people. People were in his estimation so much like cattle for the most part. They begged to be used. There were few truly kind or caring souls that were intelligent enough to be doing so out of a true willingness. Either they were stupid, cruel or indifferent. It’s part of why he had become as he was The one love he had Josephine had left him for another. Claiming his love for money the cause.
Sadly her family was powerful as well and without his own nest egg he wouldn’t have been able to even approach her father. What he had been doing he had done for her and only her. Shortly after he left the country and traveled to New York City.
He was thinking through all of this in his sitting chair when Sissy came in through from her room having settled herself in and said,i”You must have a trail of women a mile long that seek to get the special dances from you, Fred. Desperate women, and fat purses. Not enough Doctors around to cure their hysteria, but it can be with the right amount of…meat.”
Ferdinand stared at her for a moment. I could have many here Sissy, but none have come to my private chambers. you are actually the first I have allowed to see them. My clients I take to one of the adjoining chambers downstairs for any paid excursions. Not many get to see this much of me. “
“I could have many here Sissy, but none have come to my private chambers. you are actually the first I have allowed to see them. My clients I take to one of the adjoining chambers downstairs for any paid excursions. Not many get to see this much of me. “
Taking a seat at the window, Sissy took a sip from the glass, then brought her feet up, knees bent as she rest the base of her glass on her knee and stared out at the dazzling lights of New York city. How many girls had come here in the search of finding that Mister Right with millions in the bank and able to shower them in diamonds and money? It was a town of hopeful youth, and broken dreams. Sissy wasn’t stupid, though in her younger days, she made her fair share of mistakes. Battle weary, scarred but determined to survive in this dog eat dog world.
Regarding Fred, she cocked her head slightly, and was impressed that he had given her access to his chambers, for clearly he was in fact a very private man.
“Then I am truly honored. I don’t plan to take this lightly, or let you think that I am going to try and pull the wool. Cheers.” She raised her glass, in a toast. “May we have a good business dealing.” Sipping her wine again, she chuckled.
“What did you think of the brother sister combo working it downstairs?” Sissy asked.
Ferdinand took a sip of his wine as he leaned back in his chair having toasted with Sissy. He thought for a moment before he answered. Setting his glass down he also took off his shoes as well and then leaned back again looking out at the city from his chair. He breathed a bit thinking to himself about how successful they truly were going to be. Sissy was a rare find.
“Well as to the two downstairs I think they will make a fine addition honestly. They seem to both know their jobs quite well. You yourself also seem to have an eye for talent. You knew the favored drink fo the area and that is good. Not everyone is all that familiar with the drinks of the rich. Those are the kinds of things our people need to know. Perhaps tommorow we can send out an invitation to the Amato’s and offer them some free services and a night on the house.
Fred grinned maliciously as he said this. “Just remember to always remember that they are our clients and not to let emotions get to involved. Especially when dealing with the Amato’s. They can be dangerous if angered. But they do love to spend money, The choicest meats… Remember? “
Both Sissy and Ferdinand were relaxed in each other’s company. Neither had designs on the other, and were both level headed when it came to their approach to the business side of the club. Sissy knew what her role was and was more than capable of fulfilling, with the golden rule: “Don’t fall in love, or let your heart rule your mind.” She knew this all too well, and it was the classic mistake of many an unsuspecting star struck teen arriving in the big smoke.
Ferdinand’s take on the pair downstairs earlier was what Sissy had expected. Both knew their ways around a club, with being able to pour a decent drink, and the brother having it where it counted on the dance floor. He sure could work it. Sissy chuckled to herself at the memory, but was snapped back to reality when Fred complimented her on knowing the popular drink that was all the flavor of the club scenes. It pays to know this sort of information, and sets you apart from some dill of a flapper.
Talk then became serious, when Fred mentioned the mob. In particular the Amatos. Everyone who was anyone knew who they were and just how dangerous. They liked their booze, their women and their cigars all top shelf, but they easily discard them without a second thought. No funny business would be allowed, and Sissy showed a wry grin.
“Don’t worry, Boss. If they do come, I will show them a good time…but keep my heart to myself. Love is just a game I don’t play.”
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Ferdinand looked at her as he finished his glass of wine. Setting it down neatly he said simply in response to her.
Sissy had said to him “Don’t worry, Boss. If they do come, I will show them a good time…but keep my heart to myself. Love is just a game I don’t play.”
Setting it down neatly he said simply in response to her.
Not that I wouldn’t be interested in a romp my dear but maybe as we get to know each other better. I just want to make sure you understand with the Amato’s they are truly dangerous people. I wouldn’t want to lose my star. You are too precious to lose just having been found. It’s very hard finding good help. let alone anyone Id trust enough to bring into my own chamber’s.”
With that he winked at her, standing up and heading from the sitting room towards his own bed.
Well Sissy, Im gonna catch a few hours before the morn. You get some rest as well. We have a lot of work to do tommorow.
turning on his heels, he then headed to bed.
Coming Down in the morning Fred looked about for the pair of dancers. It was early yet so he decided to make some breakfast for the group making some fresh smoked ham sandwiches on a grill in the front that served as the shop. The Club filled with the smell of the Fresh Meat. As it did he waited patiently for the rest of them to wake and join him for some food as well as word to arrive back as to whether the Amato’s had received his invitation. It was looking to be a busy day already he thought as the meat sizzled….
Sissy liked Fred’s style. So business like and upfront with his view of their arrangement. She paid due attention, and nodded at the right intervals, while the back drop of a New York that never sleeps twinkling behind her like jewels upon a sea of black velvet. Fred’s warning of the Amatos was headed, and she knew how dangerous these gangster types could be. Girls were merely to be used and abused, though some were offered the trappings of wealth, only to later find themselves in some dark alley, or worse at the bottom of the Hudson River.
“I wouldn’t want to lose my star. You are too precious to lose just having been found. It’s very hard finding good help. let alone anyone Id trust enough to bring into my own chamber’s.” Fred said with good intent, and this had Sissy smile.
“You can count on me, I won’t let you down, nor get tangled up with the Amatos. Strictly business.”
At this Fred bid her a good night, and retired from the sitting room to his own room. Sissy went back to gazing at the wondrous New York skyline and smiled to herself. Opportunities like this should be seized with both hands, and Sissy made a silent vow that she was not going to mess this up. No way.
Disrobing, she crawled into her bed, and curled up under the covers, turning out the light, her body bathed in the soft glow of the moon’s rays.
Coming down from the private apartments, Sissy was dressed in a silken robe and with her hair tied back loosely, the soft red curls framing her face. She could smell breakfast cooking and of course headed to the direction the delicious scent was permeating from.
Finding Fred cooking his sizzling bacon, Sissy clasped her hands together and inhaled deeply.
“Not smelt anything this good since I lived back home with my Momma.” Sissy enthused, smiling and then glancing about for the brother sister duo.
“Last one’s up is a rotten egg?”