10.12.16
New York
The Cracked Voice
The Cracked Voice, one of New York's hottest clubs had something for everyone. Drinks, entertainment, parlors set off to the side for those wishing for a more quiet and private venue to meet with friends, clients or to drink alone in peace. But little did many know of the more nefarious trades that weren't exactly "on record". Below the main room was an expansive and underground brothel. It was what Big Red liked to joke about being the Dark Side of the business. There was a room for every dream, fetish, and kink known to man. And Scarlett found it to be her haven. Her own little section of Earth that she could be exactly who she was.
It was still early for the club, no later than noon. The Cracked Voice wasn't just a nightclub, offering service from 11AM until it was time to shut down at 2AM. At least' the main room's services. The bottom level was open 24/7, a constant cycle of girls coming in and out to meet the demands of the darker residents of New York who'd pay a pretty penny for the girls that worked there.
The main room was quiet, with no performances due until 8PM that night. There were only three customers sitting at the main bar. Regulars that drank their lives away, warming a stool or chair for hours nearly every day. The lights were dim, giving off the illusion of nighttime though the sun was set high in the sky, but that didn't matter in the Cracked Voice. The front door was solid, there were no windows. Some that visited claimed it gave it a darker atmosphere and Red agreed almost affectionately, though the business woman in her said that it kept outsiders from peeping at the shows without paying to get in.
She was sitting at the bar herself, sipping from a glass of water after having just finished up the morning's paperwork. She hadn't put on any of her 'disguises" today, not yet anyhow. It was too early for that. There wasn't anyone here to impress other than the three drunks that couldn't pay enough for Red's services. Simply dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans, a tank top that revealed her Death's Kiss tattoo on her shoulder, a pair of slip-on stilettos that were currently sitting beside the stool.
Her eyes pulled to the clock, pursing nude lips at the time as her fingers rapped in succession on the bar top. "Bella, hold the fort. It's unnaturally quiet and it's past noon. I don't trust that." Green eyes narrowed as she scanned the common room, her jaw shifting as she looked for one particular little weirdo that wasn't causing her usual trouble.
Snickering, the one named Bella nodded while refilling one of the gentleman's beers. "Aye, aye, Cap"n." Hardly looking over to Red as she set the tall glass on a coaster and slid it in front of the man, though she did offer a half-assed two finger salute before wiping up a few droplets of foam that had escaped.
Turning on her stool, the fiery redhead shoved her feet into her shoes and made her way around the bar. "Enjoy your drinks, gentleman," she muttered in passing, ignoring the glasses raised to her, even the looks at her derriere received. She didn't care, she had no interest.
Kokabiel had made sure to accommodate for each Sector. For those that didn't wish to find their own residence, there were rooms upstairs for the girls to take. Some of the girls were New York citizens and already had their own homes, but those like Red, Bella and Lue chose to live at the club for convenience. And it was hard telling when Red wanted a little late night fun, it was only a couple floors of a trip. There were always customers.
Through the common room, past the double doors that lead to the upper levels of the building, her heels clicked as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Hardly wasting a breath on the effort, she breached the second floor doorway and pushed through to the hallway. Set up similar to a ritzy hotel, there were doors lining each side of the hall, spread out like small apartments. Too small for some of the girls, but Red didn't need much room. When she was home, she was seeking peace or sleep. You don't need much space for that.
Straight down the hall with no pit stops, she made it to the third door on the left. Some might find it to be common courtesy, but Red didn't bother knocking. Especially when it came to Lue. It wasn't like the girl gave a damn, which suited just fine for the bold woman. Opening the door wide open, she stepped inside and called out. "Lue, you wake" You're late, kid." She remained quiet for a moment, walking through the living room before glancing around the corner into the efficient kitchen. Not there. "Lue" You're being awfully quiet for a pain in the ass like you. Did you have a rough night?" Snickering, she pushed on toward the only bedroom. "Lue, if you're passed out in the bathtub again, I'm going to turn that cold fuckin" water on you." There was mild irritation in her tone. She loved the club, loved managing it. Loved bossing the others around. But she didn't like babysitting. Especially the clueless, curious Luella. "Girl, if you're ignoring me...I'm going to shove my foot so far up your ass, you're going to taste the dirt on my.."
She trailed off there, standing in the doorway to the simple bedroom. There was no real personalization of decor in that room. Everything was in black and white, a complete contrast to the strange fey girl that was so bright herself. Maybe she did it tactically, make her surroundings dull to only make her stand out more. Seem more interesting. That's the only way Red understood it. Her brows dipped low while her lips pursed. "Lue?"" Turning away from the doorway, she checked the bathroom. Not there either. She returned to the center of the living room, hands on her hips with the pointed toe of her left shoe tapping on the carpet. "Where the hell did that little bitch get to?"
Scowling, she stormed out of the small apartment with a slam of the front door. She dug her pack of cigarettes from her bra, her movements agitated and twitchy as she brought the cherry to life. Her fingers tore the filter away from her lips as she made her way toward the common room. "I'm not chasing you down, kid. To hell with ya." Not in my job description, sorry Kokabiel. Or she would be, if the woman was capable of it.
The Cracked Voice, one of New York's hottest clubs had something for everyone. Drinks, entertainment, parlors set off to the side for those wishing for a more quiet and private venue to meet with friends, clients or to drink alone in peace. But little did many know of the more nefarious trades that weren't exactly "on record". Below the main room was an expansive and underground brothel. It was what Big Red liked to joke about being the Dark Side of the business. There was a room for every dream, fetish, and kink known to man. And Scarlett found it to be her haven. Her own little section of Earth that she could be exactly who she was.
It was still early for the club, no later than noon. The Cracked Voice wasn't just a nightclub, offering service from 11AM until it was time to shut down at 2AM. At least' the main room's services. The bottom level was open 24/7, a constant cycle of girls coming in and out to meet the demands of the darker residents of New York who'd pay a pretty penny for the girls that worked there.
The main room was quiet, with no performances due until 8PM that night. There were only three customers sitting at the main bar. Regulars that drank their lives away, warming a stool or chair for hours nearly every day. The lights were dim, giving off the illusion of nighttime though the sun was set high in the sky, but that didn't matter in the Cracked Voice. The front door was solid, there were no windows. Some that visited claimed it gave it a darker atmosphere and Red agreed almost affectionately, though the business woman in her said that it kept outsiders from peeping at the shows without paying to get in.
She was sitting at the bar herself, sipping from a glass of water after having just finished up the morning's paperwork. She hadn't put on any of her 'disguises" today, not yet anyhow. It was too early for that. There wasn't anyone here to impress other than the three drunks that couldn't pay enough for Red's services. Simply dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans, a tank top that revealed her Death's Kiss tattoo on her shoulder, a pair of slip-on stilettos that were currently sitting beside the stool.
Her eyes pulled to the clock, pursing nude lips at the time as her fingers rapped in succession on the bar top. "Bella, hold the fort. It's unnaturally quiet and it's past noon. I don't trust that." Green eyes narrowed as she scanned the common room, her jaw shifting as she looked for one particular little weirdo that wasn't causing her usual trouble.
Snickering, the one named Bella nodded while refilling one of the gentleman's beers. "Aye, aye, Cap"n." Hardly looking over to Red as she set the tall glass on a coaster and slid it in front of the man, though she did offer a half-assed two finger salute before wiping up a few droplets of foam that had escaped.
Turning on her stool, the fiery redhead shoved her feet into her shoes and made her way around the bar. "Enjoy your drinks, gentleman," she muttered in passing, ignoring the glasses raised to her, even the looks at her derriere received. She didn't care, she had no interest.
Kokabiel had made sure to accommodate for each Sector. For those that didn't wish to find their own residence, there were rooms upstairs for the girls to take. Some of the girls were New York citizens and already had their own homes, but those like Red, Bella and Lue chose to live at the club for convenience. And it was hard telling when Red wanted a little late night fun, it was only a couple floors of a trip. There were always customers.
Through the common room, past the double doors that lead to the upper levels of the building, her heels clicked as she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Hardly wasting a breath on the effort, she breached the second floor doorway and pushed through to the hallway. Set up similar to a ritzy hotel, there were doors lining each side of the hall, spread out like small apartments. Too small for some of the girls, but Red didn't need much room. When she was home, she was seeking peace or sleep. You don't need much space for that.
Straight down the hall with no pit stops, she made it to the third door on the left. Some might find it to be common courtesy, but Red didn't bother knocking. Especially when it came to Lue. It wasn't like the girl gave a damn, which suited just fine for the bold woman. Opening the door wide open, she stepped inside and called out. "Lue, you wake" You're late, kid." She remained quiet for a moment, walking through the living room before glancing around the corner into the efficient kitchen. Not there. "Lue" You're being awfully quiet for a pain in the ass like you. Did you have a rough night?" Snickering, she pushed on toward the only bedroom. "Lue, if you're passed out in the bathtub again, I'm going to turn that cold fuckin" water on you." There was mild irritation in her tone. She loved the club, loved managing it. Loved bossing the others around. But she didn't like babysitting. Especially the clueless, curious Luella. "Girl, if you're ignoring me...I'm going to shove my foot so far up your ass, you're going to taste the dirt on my.."
She trailed off there, standing in the doorway to the simple bedroom. There was no real personalization of decor in that room. Everything was in black and white, a complete contrast to the strange fey girl that was so bright herself. Maybe she did it tactically, make her surroundings dull to only make her stand out more. Seem more interesting. That's the only way Red understood it. Her brows dipped low while her lips pursed. "Lue?"" Turning away from the doorway, she checked the bathroom. Not there either. She returned to the center of the living room, hands on her hips with the pointed toe of her left shoe tapping on the carpet. "Where the hell did that little bitch get to?"
Scowling, she stormed out of the small apartment with a slam of the front door. She dug her pack of cigarettes from her bra, her movements agitated and twitchy as she brought the cherry to life. Her fingers tore the filter away from her lips as she made her way toward the common room. "I'm not chasing you down, kid. To hell with ya." Not in my job description, sorry Kokabiel. Or she would be, if the woman was capable of it.