Lose Your Soul [Violet Doe]

[Bee Poplawski]

Money had been a little tight lately (as usual), but Bee was making do. She could generally just get away with taking what she wanted. Stealing was easier and less time consuming than scraping the bread together to get what she wanted. Her parents never had enough to spare so she never bothered asking, not that had stopped her from lifting a couple of bucks in the past.

But this time was different. What Bee wanted was too big to stuff under her tight fitting sweater or up the pencil skirt that hugged her hips. A bumper for her rocket had to be purchased, especially if she didn't want the Heat breathing down her neck even more. A scarf and clothing, even a dine and dash, weren't obvious. They were petty crimes that could be pinned on someone else fitting her description. A new bumper was too obvious and the greasers were the first place the coppers would look.

A hep chick, Violet she introduced herself as, heard her cursing her bad luck at being strapped for cash, took pity on her, and offered her a look-see around some joint she worked at that afternoon. As hesitant as Bee had been getting a job, she decided to give it a look. No promises. Besides, the way Violet was talking, she made it sound like it was right up Bee's alley.

In the late afternoon, Bee drove up to the building. Violet had been right. It wasn't pretty at all. She wouldn't have thought much of the place being a business if the name 'Roxie's' didn't sit atop like a beacon. Tightening her ponytail, she tossed her head back and walked through the front door.

What greeted her past the entrance caused her confident strut to falter just a little.

Men were lounging around, young women sitting on their laps, liquor flowing despite it not even being the evening yet. It wasn't overly crowded, which meant every so often she could see a woman giggling and tugging men and disappearing into back rooms or women and men emerging, looking disheveled, but grinning.

Bee was far from a prude. She'd lost her innocence long ago and enjoyed some good back seat bingo with Peter or other boys who took her eye. She did who she wanted, when she wanted and wasn't afraid to take what she felt was hers. But this? She wasn't so sure.

As she was eyeballing, she caught sight of Violet and walked toward her, feeling the gaze of few men following her across the room.

"Um... What exactly is this 'job' you were telling me about?" Bee asked, her eyes returning the looks of a few men with an angry glare that none of them took too seriously. Bee felt that she already knew the answer. Violet wasn't lying. It didn't look like retail at all.

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[Violet Doe]

Violet had very little sympathy for others. In fact, she just didn't care about anyone but herself. It wasn't so much because she was just plain selfish--which she was--but more of a self defense tactic. If she didn't care about others she never had to worry about getting hurt. Violet make her heart in her chest, vowing that she would never wear it on her sleeve; it wasn't worth the pain. So needless to say, she felt very little guilt when she tried to pull a certain Miss Bee Poplawski into her life of business. Violet would receive a pretty penny for bringing in a new girl, especially one as young as Bee. Despite Peter's statement that only twisted clients liked young girls, clients really did like them younger. Violet, at twenty-three, was at her prime for this job. Violet was one of the youngest of the girls, too, which meant that she almost always had plenty of work to do. The thought of having another young girl on board was a relief. First thing she had to do was convince her that it wasn't that bad.

Bee hasn't told Violet exactly when she was going to visit, but it sounded like money was very tight, so she knew she wouldn't be waiting too long for her to show up. Although the job wasn't as glamorous as it was made our to be, the money was fast. Violet made at least $20 a client, and she always raised the price the longer she had them. Granted, she only received about fifty percent of what she earned. When she'd started she'd barely made twenty percent, but they'd discovered that Violet was worth the buck. She figured she would leave the whole seniority thing out for now.

It was a slow day, and it seemed like most men were now interested in companionship rather than actually having sex. It wasn't bad for Violet, just inconvenient because she wouldn't make as much. The nights were usually far busier anyway. Violet had found herself on a man's lap most of the afternoon, trying to coax him into as many drinks as possible in an attempt to get him into one of the back rooms. Eventually she'd handed him over to one of the other girls and took to waiting at the bar for Bee to show up.

Violet was just about to order herself a rum and coke when the young woman walked into the fine establishment. She watched the girl look around, Portia about at least a little taken back by the place. She hasn't been specific when she suggested the job to Bee, finding that the word "brothel" usually sent people running.

"Welcome to Roxie's." Violet said with a lazy smile, gesturing to the empty barstool beside her. "Glad you found it. I knew you wouldn't be too intimidated." Violet had quickly discovered Bee's claim to fearlessness, and she had every intention of exploiting it.

She made a sweeping motion towards all the couple's lounging around the building, "My job is to please. I make people happy, and I make good money doing it. I can make up to fifty bucks a client. A few shifts here and you can buy whatever you want." She shrugged her shoulders, wearing a slightly disinterested expression, "This job isn't for everyone. It takes a lot of confidence, and you can't be a coward. You seem like a pretty rad girl, though." Violet raised her eyebrows, daring Bee to say otherwise.

outfit: something sexy

[Bee Poplawski]

Bee wasn't a scaredy cat. She was a great many things, but a coward wasn't one of them. The fact that she was standing in the middle of a brothel surprised her more than anything. Maybe she should have figured out what 'Roxie's' was before driving all the way up here. She was sure some of the Sons knew what the hell this place was. And, to be honest, from what the women, Violet included, were wearing, it was rather obvious.

Still, Bee was undeterred. She didn't run away like most girls would have. Some part of her was still willing to hear Violet out. Probably the remnants of whatever manners her parents taught her that kept her from the front door.

Violet welcomed her and patted a bar stool, signaling Bee to join her. With a deep breath and a raised brow, Bee took the seat. She still wasn't going to sign anything, especially not here.

Fifty dollars?

Is that what Violet just said? Per guy?

Bee furrowed her brows, skeptically, trying not to look tempted at the thought of fifty whole dollars being hers. She'd never even held fifty dollars in her hands let alone seen that much money. Evelyn was the rich one the group. To girls like her, Bee bet it would be pocket change. But to Bee, it was more than she could ever hope to earn.

Not that she wanted to sleep with a bunch of old men for money. It seemed like a really low way to get bread. Besides, she had her gang to think about.

When she looked back to Violet, the woman seemed to be challenging her fearless nature. Bee tossed back her head, the end of her ponytail brushing against the nape of her neck as she did.

"I've never run away from anything in my life," she returned, a challenging edge to her voice. She done much more frightening things than walk into a brothel. "But I have a boyfriend, and I am one-hundred percent certain that he would not like me sleeping with other men. At least when we're together." She didn't mind so much when they weren't. But Peter was as good an excuse as any to not become a prostitute. Violet seemed like a cool gal, so Bee wasn't really wanting to laugh in her face at the offer.

"Besides, these men are a little old, don't you think?" Bee's mouth twisted into a grimace. She usually stuck to boys her own age or just about. She didn't want to 'please' men in suits with receding hairlines. Knowing her, she'd probably just laugh at them for thinking they had a shot.

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[Violet Doe]

Bee wasn’t buying it just yet. Violet noticed the way her eyebrows show up when she told her the amount, both with skepticism and shock, probably. Violet wasn’t going to mention the catch to the whole fifty bucks thing—because there was always a catch—but she was pretty sure she could reel her in with a little more time. It wasn’t something that most people got into because they had other options. Prostitution was a low job on the totem pole, usually found because of desperation. Even when Violet had left the job for a year, she’d ended up back because she had no other options. She was a poor Russian girl with no real skills besides giving killer blowjobs and being spectacular at sex. And, well, that was kind of subjective.

”I’ve made nearly two hundred in a day before.” She added with a shrug. It was true, but it had been an awful, awful day. Having sex four times with a different man each time in one day was dirty and degrading, and she’d been scolded for using all the hot water afterwards. That had been one of the lowest times at the job, but it had put her plenty ahead. Knowing Violet, she’d probably blown it all on liquor to help her forget the night.

A boyfriend did but a small hitch in the plan. Boyfriends always made everything difficult; they weren’t worth it in the end, anyway. Commitment had never been Violet’s forte and, even if she had the opportunity, she didn’t think she would take it. ”I’m sure he would love the cash, though. Besides what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” As long as she didn’t pick up anything from any of the clients or get herself knocked up, her boyfriend would never be the wiser. Violet guessed the guilt could bother her, but she’d never had to worry about that, so she didn’t even think to factor that part in.

At her comment about their age, she laughed and nodded. ”It’s true, some of them are old. They’re the easy ones, though. You just moan really loud and make them think you’re loving it. They get off fast, and they usually leave good tips.” The worst clients were the middle-aged businessmen. They had lots of expectations of what they wanted, and they usually wanted her to roleplay as something gross. Violet couldn’t count the numbers of times she’d played the schoolgirl role for those kinds of men. She reached into her blouse and pulled out two cigarettes from the side of her bra. Violet placed one between her lips before offering Bee the other. ”Want one?”

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[Bee Poplawski]

"200 in one night? Seriously? Damn..."

Bee was still skeptical, her eyebrows raising.

The amount of money Violet was making sounded unbelievable. Bee was sure that was the chump change to girls like Evelyn. There had always been an air of envy between the girls and maybe that was what made Bee sit and listen to Violet's sales pitch. There were times when she felt particularly out of place with her friend. Bee had always asserted herself as the head of the Soul Sisters and as a leader of the pack, but it was hard when someone else in the group was a shiny new toy. Money was hard to come by for most of the greasers, but Evelyn had more than she or her family knew what to do with.

Bee thought it must be nice to not have to worry about if your parents can afford rent or food. And being an only child now, they must dote on her. Great. More attention than she knew what to do with too.

But just because Evelyn was annoying and had more of everything, didn't mean Bee was just going to start turning tricks.

She liked getting her kicks like any other girl, but on her terms, not on some old fart's. Besides, she and Peter were together at the moment. Things were good and she wanted them to last longer than a few weeks this time.

"True, but he'd be a wreck if he ever did catch wind." And Peter wouldn't probably appreciate the effort to get rich quick. Usually they just took what they wanted; though Bee was learning that couldn't be the case all the time.

Despite her loose morals, having sex for pay didn't quite fall into something she'd ever consider doing. It was at least one line she hadn't and had no plan of crossing. But 200 in one night just for a bit of fun... she just couldn't shake that figure.

But her nose wrinkled at the thought of being touched by some balding middle-aged man.

"Thanks," she said taking the cigarette and pulling her lighter out of her leather jacket pocket. She lit her cigarette and handed over the lighter to Violet so she could light hers. After a deep inhale, she tilted her head to blow out the smoke away from Violet.

"Listen, you seem like a cool chick, but I'm not sure you're barking up the right tree," she confessed, pursing her lips. "I like guys, sure, but on my own terms. I'm still up at Our Lady for school," barely, "and I could never wear that." She gestured to Violet's sexy outfit. "My folks would kick me out if they knew I was even talking to you about a job at Roxie's."

Quite frankly, she wanted to keep a roof over her head.

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