“Why are you laughing? Is there something on my face?” the man replied with a grin, acting as if the tiara on his head wasn’t there, or deliberate. But, he wasn’t prepared to take it off either, that much was obvious as he smirked at the other and waited for their reaction.
Kite’s feet dangled off the edge of the stage as they waited for the set up to finish. They’d gone a bit masculine today with a well tailored suit sans jacket which was lain on a chair next to them.
Since they’d rocked a very slinky red dress yesterday they were excited to see how some of the newer faces in the crowd reacted. Their confusion was the absolute best for them.
They heard footsteps approach and looked up with a bright grin.
’ Yo can I help you? ’
“I’m looking for Sierra.”
Christian’s voice gave no hint as he looked towards the man, honestly not paying attention to most people unless he had to, and for the past thirty minutes he’d been preoccupied looking for the assistant manager everywhere. “Have you seen her?”
As she packed everything up, and grabbed her purse to head out for the evening, Alaska was shocked when she was stopped at the bar. Usually the red head could sneak right out, although tonight was different. “I really shouldn’t stay…” Her voice trailed off as she bit down on her bottom lip, contemplating the situation. “And me… why would you want to get a drink with me out of everyone here?” Alaska was self doubting herself, something she did on the regular.
He chuckled a little at her question, “Because, red, you look like you need one and I think you need to loosen up a little.” he replied, “Besides, who could say no to me?”
Emelia hardly ever dressed sexy. She dressed nice. She wore tight dresses and clothes and occasionally low cut things but she hardly wore things deemed sexy. But she had been feeling that way lately. Maybe it was sex with her ex. Maybe it was some recent flirtations. But Emmy felt that way as she sat at the bar, the little dress she had on making her feel more confident than usual. Drink in hand, she slightly moved to the song that was on. She was already a few drinks in and the music was putting her in a mood. Realizing someone was looking at her, she smiled, a light blush touching her cheeks. “Want to dance?”
Christian sometimes liked to leave a few bookings open in his nighttime for a more organic meeting with clients, allowing them to not think they were buying the services as such, or sometimes looking for those who liked to be chased. He took a sip of his drink as his gaze scanned the room, landing on a familiar brunette with a smirk. “Hmmm, do I want to dance...” he mused quietly.
“So does that mean you would go for me?” she asked, a playful glint in her eye. Sutton of course wanted him, but she was also just in a playful mood and wanted to tease.
“Maybe, if you play your cards right.” he replied, deciding to play the redhead’s game for a moment, “There’s more to it then mystery.’
Thankful that he didn’t have to go out searching for a bottle of Advil himself only to come up shorthanded, Chase was appreciative for Christian’s generosity. Watching as Christian fished through his coat pockets to find the bottle of Advil and hand it over for Chase to use. Chase responding right from the get-go with a quick “You’re the best, man. Thank you” as he’d uncap the top and shake out three pills in hi free hand. Capping the bottle of Advil and handing it back to Christian once it was capped, Chase reached under the bar counter to grab himself a bottle of water. Uncapping the bottle right away and proceeding to down the pills in a series of a few gulps of water shortly after. “Nah, I wouldn’t say rough night. More or less just this migraine I’ve had all day ever since I woke up this morning. I must be sleeping wrong cause my neck is killing me. I gotta’ start saving money for a Tempur-Pedic bed assortment or something. Flat pillows suck”.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a wave of his hand as he took the bottle back and slipped it back in the pocket it came from. The mention of the migraine though had him wincing, he’d never suffered from them but his mother did, he often had a lot of memories of hushed whispers around her crippled frame as she curled up on a couch with a cold cloth over her eyes as she tried to sleep it off. “Shit, that’s rough. You should go home and sleep it off, or sneak into one of the empty rooms maybe?”
“No no, it really wasn’t for you. No psycho-girl here, I promise,” Aira insisted, running a hand through her hair. She could see he wasn’t entirely convinced by her revelation, but she still smiled at him nevertheless to show good faith. Aira nodded as he mentioned the amount women coming through - she recognized him as one of the escorts. “Yeah, it’s been a busy night… It really doesn’t matter, it, uh…” Her head turned back to the bar to see security had let him go and he was stuffing his face with alcohol. “… Just some guy getting far too handsy during a lapdance,” she replied, unhappily.
“Good, I’m not in the mood for psycho girl bullshit today.” he replied with a chuckle, and he slid his hands into his pockets as his gaze followed hers curiously, a frown creasing his brow as he realised what she meant. “Kick him in the balls.” he suggested, “That or I’ll punch him maybe. No one gets the whole not touching thing.”
“Please tell me you know where I can get a bottle of Advil or Excedrin. This god forsaken headache is kicking my ass”. Previously having his arms crossed on the counter of the bar and his forehead pressed against one of his forearms, Chase needed a moment to close his eyes. The darkness provided by the back of his eyelids was helping to shield his eyes from all the flashing lights and overhead light fixtures that were lit around the bar area itself. But it didn’t help that the main floor of the club has overhead surround sound speakers installed in the ceiling in various locations. One of which close to the bar so, whatever music was playing through the speakers was in clear hearing range and making his head throb. Seemingly every time there was a beat drop or a thump of the drums, his head would pulse. Thank god he was almost done with his shift in the next fifteen minutes. But would he last another fifteen minutes? He’d sure as hell try to. If not, he’d have to just deal with it.
Christian had been doing this kind of thing long enough to know that there was always items that he needed to keep on him at all times, headache tablets being one of them. With the amount he drank on the job, and out of it, it was often a necessity to get him back on the go again after having too much to drink. “Oh yeah sure.” he replied patting down each of his suit pockets until he found the one that he wanted. Fingers finally made purchase with the little bottle as he pulled them out and handed them over, “Rough night?”
Riley tilted her head slightly, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, “What was your favorite part?“ She had to write another routine with Charlie already, so if she heard peoples’ favorite parts, then she could put them into the next one. “And don’t tell me the part where I was on the pole or took something off.”
“Uh...my favourite part... that, that is a good question.” he began quietly, her question throwing him off guard when he realised he now had to say what he’d liked. He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Uh... well, the bit where you did the thing with your hips... yeah.”
Aira couldn’t believe that man had the nerve to to try and unzip her costume without any semblance of permission given and then yell at her for it. Security had dealt with him just fine, but she was still thinking about smacking the shit out of him the next time he showed his stupid face in front of her. Aira was ready to flounce her way to the bar and have a strong drink as her shift was just about to end, when she realized she had made eye contact with someone with her mean face on. “Oh! No, no - sorry, I was lost in thought.” Aira admitted sheepishly smiling at him. “What’s up - you look like you’ve had a busy night.”
He chuckled a little as he realised it wasn’t intended at him, before tilting his head questioningly in her direction, “You sure? You looked like you were going to go all psycho girl on me for a second there, was wondering if I’d pissed you off without realising I do that, apparantly.” he replied with a smile, though he wasn’t entirely unoffended. “Just busy, lots of women coming through at the moment. You? Who pissed you off?”
Riley was a great dancer, she had done it all her life, albeit not on polls up until a few months ago, which started as a way to work out but evolved into a skill she got promoted for earlier in the week. Still, when she made her way off the stage, wrapping a silk robe around herself to cover her naked body, she felt so nervous it was like the whole world was moving in slow motion. The blonde made her way to the back and quickly put on a sexy little lingerie set, then was back out on the floor to be available for private dances or lap dances, as she was supposed to be. Her nerves were wracked, but she was happy about the promotion, and hoping she did a good job. She spotted someone looking at her and put on her sexiest look, “Did you enjoy the show?”
He has just finished up with a client, making his way down to the stage to watch some of the dancers before he would go and see if he could pick up another client for the night, when he caught the blonde walking down the stage. “Oh very impressive.” he lied easily, having not actually caught the show on the stage, “You’re very good, sweetheart.”
The scene before her didn’t have to unfold for long before Lillian knew she had to get involved. A drunk client was trying to persuade another against their will—an act strictly forbidden by the club’s rules and all human rules too, really. The security guard left her spot, grabbed the man roughly by the shoulder so that he turned around, and she plastered a cold, humorless, fake grin on her lips. “Sir I think you’ve had enough for tonight, don’t you?” The threat hovered over the tone of her voice, warning him. Honestly, the more impulsive part of hers ached to kick him out, but on the other hand she’d discovered that most of them chickened out after a single glare.
Really, Christian had been about to step up himself, ready to ignore his probation restrictions and step in to escort the man outside where he knew the client would soon become acquainted with the Brits’ fists. So when Lillian did the honor and took him out, he was somewhat relieved. He wasn’t in the mood, per se, to be getting into a fight. “See, I’m not the only one that thinks you’re scary.” He piped up as he came up behind her, sipping at his whiskey as he looked to see what the man would do.
“So what do you think, with the jacket, or without?” asked the red head, just catching the attention of the first person walking by to acquire their advice, unsure of if she wanted to show a lot of skin, or be mysterious.
“With.” he replied before actually looking up from his phone to see what he was supposedly giving advice for. “Yeah, with. Makes people want to know what you’re hiding under there.”
I think I like being around CHRISTIAN DANIELS because they look like THEO JAMES. It also helps that they work as an THIRTY year old ESCORT at Indulgence. HE is HETEROSEXUAL with a particular fondness for BDSM, D/S but doesn’t like SCAT, DD/LG. They’re known as being CHARISMATIC, CHARMING but then again also known as being POSSESSIVE, QUICK TEMPERED. They seem to really enjoy Indulgence.
| christian’s plot page will be up soon too I promise <3
christian has only known the life of luxury, born in london uk to a politician and his greek socialite wife. his childhood was typical for a boy of his standard, he went to the very best schools, socialised with the top families.
he never really tried in school, he was one of those people who breezed through tests and exams with minimal effort, much to the frustration of his much harder working younger sister.
as expected of him, christian entered the university of cambridge to study law, following unwillingly in his father’s footsteps. whilst he is passionate about law, he had no interest in following his father into politics.
in his final year of university it was revealed that his biological father was not his real father, and he cut off ties with his family because of it.
he focused on his studies for the first time in his life and graduated as a solicitor just after his 23rd birthday. just after this he started work for legal aid in london, before moving to chicago three years ago.
however he’d been in chicago for just a year when christian’s temper got the better of him when working a pro bono case that resulted in the deportation of his client.
he lashed out and confronted the judge after hours. the scuffle between the two resulted in christian throwing a punch, and the judge reported him. his licence to practice law revoked, christian began to wonder what the hell to do with his life.
he met a couple of escorts he’d known through his earlier years in chicago, having done similar work throughout university for extra money, especially in his last year with no parents in his life.
through them he got into escorting, before moving to work at indulgence in january 2018.