2019-08-18 - DJs and Duckies

The club is an interesting mix of all walks of life. There are high rollers mingled with destitute souls all gathered in a dark room with loud music. And liquor. And naked women.

There is a man standing next to one of the velvet curtain panels who looks interested in neither of the latter. With one hand clamped over the opposing wrist, he looks stoically over the crowd assembled with an eagle eye disguised with a sneer of disinterest. Judging by that and his black on black outfit of tight fitting t-shirt and dark jeans, the man works here.

What is she doing here? Park walks warily into the club, looking anxiously around as she does so. Definitely a strip club virgin here. Clad in sneakers, tights, skirt, t-shirt, and jacket, the Asian girl is also carrying a guitar case and a backpack. Her eyes wide at the show on the stage as she stumbles over to the bar. "Sorry" she whispers and smiles to a patron whose chair she accidentally hits with her case. Once at the bar, and in awe of all the drinks of offer, she waits patiently for the barkeep to notice her. This may take a while.

She isn't on a stage set, but Zoiya is shaking her ass on top of a table. She has a laugh like a hyena and from the look of her mostly unclothed form, probably not much in the way of morals. She kneels slightly to receive some bills in her itty bitty black lace g-string and when the music fades to a close, she steps down from the table, looking around to see how many people are left to jolly money from.

First though, a break, and a drink. She prowls to the bar, her eyes lingering on Park, before she slides on a stool. "House special." She says to the bartender and then turns to regard the younger woman. "Come in to play that thing on the stage?" She asks, mischievous smile on her features. She's topless, if you don't count all that ink on her skin.

There is just the slightest tick of Cris' eyes towards the entrance of the Park, and with a pivot of his very shiny shoes, he heads in that direction. His form slides into the slot that provides entrance to the back of the bar, "I trust they checked your I.D. at the entrance." He intones quietly to Park, though there is a flatness in his tone that implies he's remaining detached from the question. Zoiya gets a brief respectful dip of his head, and a smooth, "Ma'am."

Park was lost in thought, waiting patiently for the barkeep, when a woman is talking to her. "Oh no..." she begins while turning her head towards Zoiya, "I'm..." Her eyes go wide at the topless state of the other woman and she quickly turns her head away. "Sorry. I...umm..." Park seems to have forgotten she is in a strip club. A glance down at her own chest certainly makes her feel pretty inferior at the moment. "I was wondering if the...umm...owner...would like a DJ. Another DJ. Oh gosh..."

And now a man's voice and Park warily turns to look at Cristobal through squinting eyes. He's dressed. Phew. "I am twenty-one" she assures him with a bright smile. "And I didn't come to drink." Though she certainly could do with one.

Zoiya realizes that she's making Park uncomfortable, she could grab a shirt from behind the bar, but she's feeling a little wicked. She leans an elbow on the scarred wooden surface, picks up her drink when it's dropped off and takes a sip. "We have a DJ, but she can't work the whole time that we're open, you're gonna wanna look for Antonio, he's tall dark and looks slick as sin." When Park mentions that she's twenty one, Zoiya plucks a ten from her panties and slaps it on the bar. "Girl could use a shot." She tells the bartender, tapping the bill to show that it's on her.

Cristobal's approach is largely ignored until he greets her. She aims a cheeky smile in his direction, offering a salute of two fingers tapping her temple. "Sir."

There is the barest tick of a smile at the corner of Cristobal's mouth at Zoiya's salute but he doesn't let it fully form. He presses it away with the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth and a suck against them that produces a squeak. "He's currently 'indisposed', but I'll leave a note with the boss, if you'd like to leave me your name, miss...?"

Zoiya may be making Park a little uncomfortable...but she's also making her envious. "Antonio" she says in reply while nodding. "I will talk with Antonio. Is he here now?" Her eyes watch the bill that appeared from the panties with a mixture of fascination and fear. "You don't have to..." Her eyes drift to the bare breasts and she stares. Are they real? Wait, Cristobal is talking to her. "Hmm? Oh...Mee. Mee Park. Or Park Mee if you prefer. I will answer to both. A note?" With pen and paper? She pats at her clothing for such a thing, finding the Olympia Park card but not wanting to hand that over. "Do you have something I can write on? And write with?"

They are real, so is all the ink. Zoiya leans over to grab one of the cocktail napkins, gesturing two fingers to the bartender. "Pen, babe." The man sets a pen down, glances at the money and then waits for Park to order.

She makes a noise when Cristobal says that Antonio is indisposed, her hazel eyes shift toward the office door and then back to the pair. "You know how to use the equipment?" She asks Park, letting her crossed legs swing back and forth, keeping her heels from making contact with someone's shins. Some more of the house special is added to Zoiya's ice-laden glass. It's water, but it is in a vodka bottle.

There is a little 'heh' from the bouncer at Mee's reaction to Zoiya, "And you do realize that working as a DJ in a place such as this would require you to be around lovely woman such as Zoiya. And by lovely, I mean naked. And by naked I mean buck. It is sort of one of the requirements, Miss Parks. Wouldn't want the song skipping every time a ta-ta came out."

Order? It takes a moment before Park realises what is expected of her. "Umm...a beer?" Is ten dollars even enough for a beer in this place? "Equipment?" A nervous gulp as she looks at topless Zoiya. "Oh! Yes, I know how to DJ" she smiles, feeling a little more confident when talking about music. "I also play keyboards so could do that as well...at the same time I mean. You are pretty, I can see why you make so much money." A wince as she thinks on how terrible that must have sounded.

Mee quickly writes down her contact details on the napkin. "Oh, of course. Yes" she nods to Cristobal's comments about nudity in the workplace. "And I will need to work with the ladies to learn which music is best for them. I am totaly okay with ta-tas" she blushes. "Just Park, not Parks" she corrects with a sweet smile as she pushes over the napkin.

The bartender sets a beer on the bar, pushing it gently toward Park before taking the money and walking away. Zoiya aims a smile at Park when the girl mentions she knows how to use the equipment. "You'll get tips from the dancers, we make sure that our people here are taken care of, I mean, if you get hired. If you know your shit, I don't see why Antonio would say no."

She tries to stifle the hyena laugh when Cristobal mentions ta-tas and the casual nudity that goes on in the club, but she can't. However, once she recovers, she dips her head at Park her lashes drifting down to her cheeks. "Thanks babe, I try really hard. Rent isn't cheap, you know, and nobody wants a lap dance from .." She trails off, it doesn't do to talk shit about their customers wives and girlfriends.

Cristobal politely takes the napkin and folds it once, palming it and tucking it into the hip pocket of his jeans. "Park." The last consonant is hit perhaps harder than it needed to be, but at least it is noted. His stark blue gaze clicks back to Zoiya's face, his head tilted slightly quizzically, as if wondering where the end of that sentence drifted off to but he doesn't press. Instead, the bouncer takes a half step back and resumes surveying the room, but no doubt half an ear is kept on the conversation for sheer entertainment value alone.

"I hope I get hired. It has not been going well so far" Park smiles sadly. "I hope that I hear from Antonio soon." A swig from the beer bottle causes a little coughing fit. "I.." Cough. "I'm also studying" Cough. "To be a dentist. The beer went down the wrong way." That was totally the reason for the coughing and red cheeks. "Rent is very expensive" she concurs with Zoiya, "But look how much money you already have in your...belt?" It seems she's never seen panties that small before. A nod of thanks to Cristobal as he departs with the napkin and gets her name right. "It was so nice to meet you both but I have to get going. This looks like a very nice place to work." A polite nod to both of them before she sets out for the door, slipping on some spilled beer, but thankfully managing not to fall - though it does involve grabbing a patron's head to steady herself. And dislodging his wig. "Sorry!" she beams before delicately handing back what looks to be a dead cat and making for the exit at speed.

Zoiya watches the girl choke on her beer and for a moment it looks like she's going to lean over to pat her back, but Park gets it under control. She then glances down at her.. belt.. and nods a few times. "Nice to meet you too, be safe getting home." She watches as Park makes her way to the exit. It's unfortunate that Zoiya was taking a drink of her "vodka" when the wig slipped, promptly losing the water in her mouth as she starts to laugh.

Good thing Park left, how would she handle wet breasts.

The inked stripper shifts her eyes toward Cristobal, clearing her throat as she reaches for another cocktail napkin to dab the water away. If he's laughing at her, she might start laughing again herself.

As Zoiya reaches for another napkin, one appears beneath her nose between a pinch of Cristobal's forefinger and middle. At least he doesn't take the initiative to start patting down her chest himself. "If she gets the job, I give her a week. She'll either be dancing or running for the hills." He says dryly, eyes having tracked her exit and the unfortunate toupee incident without so much as a chuckle.

Zoiya snatches the napkin from Cristobal's fingers, rolling her eyes in his direction. "Oh come on, a week? I think she'll last a month. Hunger is a good sauce, and it's a decent bet that if rent is expensive, she's probably not eating well either." She quirks a brow before she adds, "Think she'd dance? Don't mention that to Antonio."

She gestures at the bouncer with her napkin, an innocent look on her very not innocent face. "Eventually we'll get you up on stage."

"Money is great motivation." Cristobal's eyes dip briefly to the path of the napkin but politely don't linger, the round trip back to her face takes a split second. "But trust me, I'm the last person you want up on that stage, if you don't want this place shut down. Dancing usually requires some sort of personality." There is a flicker of a smile in his eyes, but they drift away before the glint can truly be caught. "Besides, if I'm up there dancing, who's down here taking care of you girls?"

Zoiya pretends that she doesn't notice Cristobal's eyes on her breasts, setting the napkin aside now that she's not damp. "No personality, no duckies in your g-string. It was one of the first things I learned in stripper school." She glances at the stage, watching a redhead wiggle her ass in some guy's face. "Good point, it's been nice having a bouncer that takes his job seriously."

"Don't worry, we'll still adore you even if you're not able to shake your ass for money. There has to be something you do well, like bake cupcakes or something." Is she fishing? Maybe.

A step towards the bar dividing them is taken, elbows lowered to prop on the top to equalize their line of sight. Cristobal's voice lowers beneath the thrum of music so it would be hard to hear if it weren't for the proximity. "I break arms. Blacken eyes. Slash tires. Bruise kidneys. Anything you need in order to feel safe. And that includes protecting you from. Me." The last word is punctuated with an extended hand, intent on booping her on the tip of her nose. "Don't you have some duckies to make?"

"I get that your statement is supposed to make me feel all scared and shit, but.." Zoiya shrugs, getting to her feet as she drains the glass, ice clinking as she sets it back down on the bar. "..honestly that's a bit of a turn on to me." She briefly settles a hand on Cristobal's shoulder, patting it as she starts to walk away, not looking at all wobbly in those heels. "Yes yes, duckies to make, hearts to break. It's a hard life being a stripper." She aims a look at him over her shoulder, smirking.