In New York you had millions of people walking in and out of jobs no one could stand. Whether it was working retail in some uppety store that hardly paid enough to survive or if it was a fortune 500 company that had an emotionally abusive boss that treated you like dog shit. Alot of the men and women in this city found refuge in the Red Room.
No they are not a strip club.
Nor are they prostitutes.
It was a club where they could go to enjoy music as well as sensual dancing. Alot of the women who worked there spent years perfecting every move, every sway, and every hip thrust.
In no way did the girls ever get naked.
Unless after the show if they wanted to fucked the brains out of a good looking man who came in. Whether it was a signed professional football player, an investment Banker, or even a really cute hipster with shaggy blonde hair and freckles .
The women here ran the show and had a say in everything they did.
It was empowering and sexy to have so much control and say.
Julie sat in the back dressing rooms where the others girls would chat and gossip. They tolerated no drama in the Red Room. If anyone tried to stir the pot or create problems, they were fired immediately. No one knew who the owner was, not even Julie. She was the senior resident there, 8 years she had worked there.
And not once had she ever gone home with a man who went into the Red Room.
Julie brushed out her thick black hair as it rested down her back. She had hazel eyes and thick pink lips. For the most part the only thing she was insecure about was her small breasts. But what she lacked for upstairs, she made up for it downstairs. Thick and curvy legs and thighs. Most of the girls here were bone thin, but absolutely stunning. Julie had always just been a little thicker than most women.
Julie slipped on a slinky black spaghetti strap dress that was completely open in the back. With that dress she didn't need to wear a bra, it would not go well with it at all.
Slipping on her black heels, she lightly put on some mascara and a dark red lipstick that made her lips plump out. She took one last look in the mirror before giving herself a nod in approvement.
Walking out of the dressing room, down the dark brick corridor she stepped onto the stage where the band was waiting for her.
She could not see out into the audience because the light was shining directly on her.
Gently grabbing the microphone stand, she began to sing.
Birds flying high,
you know how I feel
Sun in the sky,
you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by,
you know how I feel
Loki's POV:
The strong rain would not allow him to go back to Asgard tonight. He absolutely hated the rain on Midgard. He shook his Gucci black jacket as he ran into the first establishment with flashing red neon letters across the building that said Red Room.
As he walked in the overwhelming smell of floral mist and primal need filled his nose. He looked around to notice it was mostly men in the establishment.
He walked over to the bar where a small blonde man with a fishnet long sleeve shirt and leather pants was working. Strangely no one was sitting at the bar, only around the stage where all the seats were full and most of the patrons were standing.
"What can I get you?" The bartenders chirped out.
"I'll have a double whiskey with a shot of rum with cranberry juice and a cherry please."
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An Arrow and A Knife
FanfictionJulie Mocker worked over on West 108th St. in New York. She is an entertainer, most nights she would sing. other nights she would have to dance. She always managed to be professional and not let any men into her life, until now. One rainy night a ta...
