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 This Isn't Kansas..., Chrissy/Minuit Estelle
Christine Wentwick
 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 11:12 AM
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As a habit, Christine tried to avoid this part of town before sundown. The bars were fun, but the crumbling buildings, graffiti, and the signs of homelessness were less fun in the daylight. For some reason, every other pet store in town had been closed apart from Terry's, nestled between the dive bars and the abandoned shop fronts. Tracking down a bottle of the stuff for Lennox's hip had been a trek, and she would be glad to get out of the heat and back indoors - there was a load of marking she needed to do, and at some point she needed to sleep and eat. As she finally opened the door on the car and settled into the driver's seat, Christine allowed herself a sigh and shook her head, slotting the key into the ignition and checking the road ahead.

As she turned the key, a bicycle bell rang somewhere on the pavement, with an out-of-place hipster with a full beard and a ridiculous pair of salmon shorts pedalling away, in a rush to get out of the neighbourhood if he had any sense. This wasn't the sort of place to get caught looking well-off. He sped off around the corner, nearly missing a woman in dark clothes carrying a heavy-looking brown bag. As the bike shot past, something fell out from the top of the package, and the other woman just walked off. Winding down her window, Christine shouted out, but she failed to notice. "Oh, buggery," she grumbled, and quickly secured her car, jogging off in pursuit.

By the time she'd grabbed the thin grey purse and rounded the corner, the woman was gone. Returning to her car, Christine opened the purse, looking for an ID or a driver's license with an address on it. No such luck - the only thing she could find was a business card for something called 'Stilettos'. It had an address on it, and in the absence of anything better to aim for, that was where she was going. Shame - it was a pretty full wallet apart from that.

Stilettos wasn't too far - only ten minutes' drive - and it was at least open. The frontage wasn't great though - it wasn't too clear at all what was going on inside! Christine assumed from the name it was something to do with shoes.

She was very wrong.

There were a lot of women inside - and quite a few gentlemen who really should have had better things to do. What there wasn't a lot of was clothes. For a few moments, Christine could only stand in the dimly-lit doorway, her eyes wide, only able to summon a dumbfounded "oh" as a woman who couldn't have been much older than school age showed off her gymnastic talents while holding herself halfway up a pole with no contact to the ground whatsoever. "Blimey."

If she was wearing pearls, Chrissy would have started clutching. She fixed her eyes to the floor and beat a hasty track towards the bar, placing the purse in front of the member of staff and at a million words a minute, she said "Ithinkoneofyourcolleaguesfroppedthispurseoutsidecouldyouseeifanyonehaslostonetoday?"
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Minuit Estelle
 Posted: Jul 2 2018, 12:44 PM
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It had been a busy day. Minnie was still living on a shopping high, and feeling rather good about it. Too bad none of it had been for her. When ever a new girl started she took them shopping. Together they looked at clothes, and she helped get them started on what to wear when working at Stilettos. Long dresses for the evening, short ones during the day. If they were busy they could wear a corset, but she wouldn’t push it if they could pole dance. Over all it was a fun experience. She’d sent the other home with a tiny grey bag full of goodies. It had her card along with all the receipts in case they decided this wasn’t for them. Then, of course, a nice calming face mask and a few coupons. It was almost disappointing when she heard they lost the little bag, but at least they came in for work.

Standing behind the bar, the curvaceous red head watched the room’s activity carefully. The bouncers were where they should be, dancers were going on stage on time, and her shot girls were moving around the room without issue. All was well with the world. She was almost caught off guard by the red faced woman who suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Ithinkoneofyourcolleaguesfroppedthispurseoutsidecouldyouseeifanyonehaslostonetoday?"

Was that a sentence?

Minnie’s lips parted a soft chuckle. ”I know exactly who t’at belongs to. T’at is very nice of you to return it.” She wrapped the words lovingly in her gentle french accent, leaning forward on the bar so that her elbows could rest on the old scarred wood. ”She’s in the dressing room. I can return it to ‘er later. “ Who knew if her newest employee would manage to get out of the room any time soon. ”You look like you could use a drink. ‘ow about I get you somet’ing for your nerves?” Stepping away from the counter with a gentle push of her fingertips, she gestured to the shelves. ”Maybe somet’ing to sip? “ Shots were great for a party, but they could get messy in nervous hands.. not to mention she didn’t know what the woman’s tolerance was.

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Christine Wentwick
 Posted: Jul 17 2018, 04:58 AM
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Looking up had been an enormous mistake - everything the barmaid did was positively dripping with a sensual threat; if she was in the right mood, Christine was pretty certain that woman could walk into a bank and charm her way right into the vault. More than anything else, Chris felt like that shy, quiet teenage girl terrified of her first nascent crushes trying to hide furtive glances towards a teacher. Everything about her seemed designed to render Chris harmless, from that thick accent to the way the folds of her top rolled down her body. Utterly disarmed, she nodded, mumbling "JD, please," absent-mindedly.

She handed over the cash and downed it in one, blinking hard as the burn travelled down her throat. I shouldn't have done that. "So, uh..." Christine's mouth hung open gormlessly, while the gears in her brain spun, freewheeling while she struggled to put a complete sentence together. "You...erm..." Having established that the english language had completely failed her, Christine decided she might as well go for broke, and hoped that what she thought was a french accent didn't turn out to be german or something. "Quand j'ai vu la carte, j'ai pensé que ce serait un magasin de chaussures. Même encore, s'il vous plaît," she finished, raising her glass.

Ms.Hautville, mangez-vous votre heart out.
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Minuit Estelle
 Posted: Today at 12:38 am
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There was a certain amount of sexy chaos in Stilettos. There dancers, patrons, bouncers, and of course herself; all free to move around as they pleased. Minnie liked to keep finger on the room’s pulse, but long ago learned to trust her security. There were better ways to lavish her attention.

The woman in front of her seemed to be struggling, but she figured that a little time would loosen her tongue. She pursed her lips with interest as a whole glass of Jack disappeared in a heartbeat. Impressive. "So, uh..." Minnie smiled kindly. "You...erm..." hmm. ”Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” The words were gentle, soaked in sympathy. ”T’is isn’t your usual haunt, is it?” Her well manicured fingers busied themselves picking up empty glasses. "Quand j'ai vu la carte, j'ai pensé que ce serait un magasin de chaussures. Même encore, s'il vous plaît,"

Oh, well...

The words soaked in, but it took a moment for her to decipher them. She looked amused from her wild eyes to the smile on her cherry lips. ”I ‘aven’t spoken french in ages.” So.. long... ”I can’t imagine Stilettos as a shoe store, but if it was I’d frequent it. I can not live wit’out a little shopping t’erapy.” She hesitated adding...”If not shoes, lingerie. i’m madly in love wit the feeling of silk and lace under my clothes.” With a wink she refilled the other’s glass. ”You know, you can always escape. T’is place isn’t for everyone.. No ropes ‘olding you, no judgement.” The lid slipped back onto the bottle with a deft twist. ”The only bondage I like is the consentual kind.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. It was true, of course, but she couldn’t see the woman across the counter as wanting anything more than to dash away like a loony toon in a cloud of cartoon dust.

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