New Assignment

There really hasn't been much to talk about since the party. I got into a fight with Rose and ended up punching her in the face. That's nothing new, but I'm still stuck on cleaning duty for it, which blows.

The party really helped keep things under control, but I can feel my blood starting to heat up again. It won't be long until I track someone down again. It shouldn't be hard with the holidays and New Years and shit. Everybody gets fucked up around this time of year.

Speaking of which, Anemone asked me to do something for her. I'm usually pretty hesitant to take on any responsibilities outside of my job, but it's Anemone, so I'll do it. And it's kinda for my own benefit anyway. She wants me to keep track of the investigations into the messes I leave behind.

I suppose it'll be nice to get out of this dunghole every now and then, so why not?

After Party

I'm flying. Higher than a fucking kite. That party. Mother Mary is definitely pleased.

Rose picked out some very pretty prey. I may hate her, but I have to admit she does her job well.

This time we had two men and two women. One of the girls, I can't remember her name, she had the most brilliant orange hair. She would have made a good Marked if she had been stronger. Too bad. The other woman was a blond or something. I didn't actually pay much attention to her.

To be honest, this time around I left everyone but that pretty ginger to the others. I was already on fire, but something about that girl really set me off.

That nervous way she held herself at the start. Her perfect white skin. She was practically begging to be corrupted. I was powerless to resist.

And oh GOD the noises she made while I held her down and broke that unblemished skin. I couldn't have asked for more. She was a butterfly fluttering in a jar, and I stuck a pin through her so she would be preserved forever in my blood. I dug into her until her arms stopped fighting, her tears stopped flowing, and I was covered in the very essence of her.

It was beautiful.

Pre-Party jitters

The party's tonight. I want to jump the next thing that moves. It's not just me. Rose has pulled Jasmine and Bella off the main floor too. We're all locked in our rooms, writing in the searing heat of our blood.

It's a mixed blessing, this life. It can get me whatever I want whenever I want, and, especially like this, it enhances every touch and feeling until my head buzzes. But when I leave it unsated it rips at the inside of my veins until I weep and beg to be able to give in.

But there's no use wondering whether or not it's worth it. It's not like I've ever had a choice. The only thing I can do is revel in what I can get.

I can't take it

My blood is fucking burning. It roils and burns through my veins. I'm holding it in tight, wrapped up and squeezed. It leaks out in my work. Each undulation of my heaps, each line traced by my hand over my body is wrought in fire and sin. The patrons are entranced, and Rose doesn't mind so long as the money keeps flowing and everyone keeps their hands to their self. Even some of the newer dancers get distracted and stare. I remember what it was like. Before I got used to this, a few choice moves would have me throwing myself to my knees in front of Poppy, begging to let me eat her out. I've been learning from her and copying the skill ever since, and now I see the new girls looking at me the same way.

God, I can't wait until this party. Rose needs to figure her shit out and soon or I'm gonna explode. Or throw myself on the closest patron. Whichever comes first.

This Is Going To Be a Bitch

Anemone pulled me aside last night. She told me to hold it in, keep it tight to my chest. There's a party planned for next week, and we need to keep the heat down for that.

Which fucking sucks because I haven't even done anything for weeks, and I know shit's gonna get hard soon.

It'll be a fucking pain, but I've done it before. To be honest, Mary's parties are worth any sacrifice.

Calling in Sick

Sometimes my blood begins to boil. I have a need that pulls at me. It pulls and pulls until I can't concentrate, and instead of dancing I can only pull at the patrons and Rose makes me take the day off before people notice anything strange.

So I find myself a bar or a club or a party, and I put on a low-cut shirt and a short, tight skirt and sharp, tall heels. They're always there. Everywhere. Pawing and grabbing and maneuvering themselves where they aren't wanted.

Disgusting.

Then I dive into the crowd. With my blood singing the predators gravitate to me like moths to a flame. They think I'm easy prey, the way I dance and twist and play coy, but they fail to see the bright red warning mark painted and across my clothes. I draw them in with hooded eyes and hips and flashes of skin and they flock like carrion scavengers.

There's always a particularly handsy one. A man who thinks he's irresistible or the woman who thinks she deserves whatever she wants. It's the best thing in the world, watching the confidence drain from their eyes when I take them outside. They get to feel what they've done. I overwhelm them and suck away their power until they're shells of their former selves, whimpering and pleading. Sometimes they think they can overpower me, and it's cute, to be honest, their naivety. It's nothing to push them down and take them over, every one of their movements gives me strength until I've taken every last bit of them away, and then, finally, I rip them open in sacrifice to Mother Mary.

That feeling of control, mixed with Mary's blessing, is better than any orgasm.

Welcome to the Club

I figured I'd talk a bit about the Red Garden since I'm kinda using this blog for advertising anyway. We're a pretty tight-knit group here, and I guess it's best to visualize all the workers as a sorta hierarchy.

At the top, of course, is Mary. She owns the place. She's real fucking busy though, so we don't see her that much.

Below her is Anemone, Rose, Iris, and Poppy. Anemone is head of security, she hires all the bouncers and makes sure they're doing their job. Rose is house manager, she just keeps everyone on their toes and productive. She's also the one that dragged me into this fucking mess. Iris is head bartender, like Anemone with security, she hires the bartenders and waitresses and makes sure they do their jobs right. Poppy is the choreographer. She chooses the dancers and makes sure they're looking their best.

After that comes me, Jasmine, Sakura, and Lily. We're all dancers except for Jasmine, who's one of the bartenders. We're also the best dancers in the house and charge the most.

Below us is Petunia, Bella, and Baby. Bella and Baby are the other two dancers. They're relatively new so they're still learning how to take their clothes off right. Mainly, they stick to the stage. Petunia is another bartender. She's also pretty new, and she's shadowing Jasmine and Iris to figure out what the fuck is going on behind the bar (I honestly have no idea).

Other than that there's a whole fucking slew of other temp and seasonal workers we'll hire on. We hire a random DJ for a couple of nights, but we've never really stuck to one. Waitresses come and go like the weather. I think most of them can't handle the constant harassment that inevitably comes with the job. The only fairly regular worker we get outside of our main group is Lance. He's one of the bouncers, and probably the closest thing Anemone's ever gonna get to a friend (she'll deny it to the day she dies, though). He's a nice guy. Built like a tank, and gayer than a rainbow-shitting unicorn.

Now, I get questions about what people should do when they come to a strip club all the time. It's really very simple: don't be a dick. As I've said before, harassment is fucking Bad. Capital B. Keep your hands to yourself unless the dancer specifically says otherwise (which she probably won't do). The bouncers are there to keep an eye out for that, and they will kick you out if you're making a fucking nuisance of yourself.

Keep in mind that we're working. Sorry to say, but we don't actually give a fuck about you. You want some of our time? Buy a lap dance or get us a drink. You like what you see? Give us a tip. If you wanna whine about your life, hire a therapist, that's their job.

There's a lot of rumors about the back room. I don't know how other clubs do it, but it does exist in the Red Garden, and it is possible to get back there. It's VIPs only, though. How do you become a VIP? Well, you either wait until you're invited back by one of the girls or you talk to Rose and she'll think about it. Either way, you're not getting in without a really good track record.