Post by Lord Wade jr on Nov 1, 2014 1:06:55 GMT
Lord looked over the numbers for his businesses. They were doing surprisingly well in this market. Sadly it meant he would need to open another to help wash the monies from his actual business. He needed to find a way to cut into their success as well but that was a matter for another day. Sighing he took a sip of his juice sitting the tablet PC aside and looking out to the ocean as it crashed against the beach.
Yeah he would need a new business. Something with less transparent accounting. Something that he could wash a decently large amount of cash through at one time. It would have to be a nightclub to start. Something mostly cash based. He looked at copies of plans he’d had drawn up. Three weeks and it would be ready for the public. Chuckling to himself he sat it back down on the table and decided to call for a massage. That would work the stress right out of his body and mind.
He glanced at the clock as the Russian bleach bottle blonde came in. She was thin underfed and obviously more than a casual user. He could smell the smoke on her skin barely hidden by the cheap knock-off perfume that was more alcohol than actual eau de parfum. He shook his head sighing. She at least had an actual table. So he wouldn’t kick her out of his space just yet. He’d give her a shot after all her extracurricular could just be that at this point.
Undoing his tie and slipping his jacket off, he pulled his shirt off over his head. She didn’t speak much as she set her table up. Lord didn’t mind he wanted a massage not a conversation. Slipping off his pants he climbed on the table laying flat and emptying his mind as best as possible. It wasn’t working. Her shoes were non-slip, black leather, and fresh enough out of the box that they were still immaculately new. He laid there watching her feet listening to her unpack her oils. As she reached for her bag he spoke up.
“I don’t know what they paid you but if you want to collect I would suggest that you not do what they asked. The choice is yours but if one of those vials is supposed to incapacitate me I can promise you it won’t and I will take from you everything.”
Letting his words settle in he let the seconds tick by as she made up her mind. “I am paying you for an hour massage so either begin or we might need to renegotiate.”
Yeah he would need a new business. Something with less transparent accounting. Something that he could wash a decently large amount of cash through at one time. It would have to be a nightclub to start. Something mostly cash based. He looked at copies of plans he’d had drawn up. Three weeks and it would be ready for the public. Chuckling to himself he sat it back down on the table and decided to call for a massage. That would work the stress right out of his body and mind.
He glanced at the clock as the Russian bleach bottle blonde came in. She was thin underfed and obviously more than a casual user. He could smell the smoke on her skin barely hidden by the cheap knock-off perfume that was more alcohol than actual eau de parfum. He shook his head sighing. She at least had an actual table. So he wouldn’t kick her out of his space just yet. He’d give her a shot after all her extracurricular could just be that at this point.
Undoing his tie and slipping his jacket off, he pulled his shirt off over his head. She didn’t speak much as she set her table up. Lord didn’t mind he wanted a massage not a conversation. Slipping off his pants he climbed on the table laying flat and emptying his mind as best as possible. It wasn’t working. Her shoes were non-slip, black leather, and fresh enough out of the box that they were still immaculately new. He laid there watching her feet listening to her unpack her oils. As she reached for her bag he spoke up.
“I don’t know what they paid you but if you want to collect I would suggest that you not do what they asked. The choice is yours but if one of those vials is supposed to incapacitate me I can promise you it won’t and I will take from you everything.”
Letting his words settle in he let the seconds tick by as she made up her mind. “I am paying you for an hour massage so either begin or we might need to renegotiate.”
