Their Bloody Rose

Welcome to New York

Four years had passed since Marissa had landed in America. She'd spent them moving from hostel to hostel up the east coast, never staying in one place for long and only working for cash under false last names.

It wasn't easy and the lack of any lasting relationships didn't help, but she'd made due. If anything, it made the connections she did make more passionate and heated because they were fleeting. A few nights of passion to then live on forever in memory and fantasy, escaping the taint of reality by not giving it time to sink in.

She wondered how many people still fantasized about their time with her. She'd lost track of how many people she'd been with over the years. Gender didn't matter to her, she'd enjoy them all, especially if it meant getting to sleep in a warm comfortable bed with a hot naked toy beside her instead of in a hostel with a bunch of gross sweaty people piled in a tiny room.

Today she found herself in New York City, starting over once again. Her main goal was to find a job so she could afford a hostel to stay in. They were crummy but still better than a homeless shelter at least. She'd been to a handful of coffee shops, bars, and clubs, since that usually worked best for her in the past, but so far it was no dice.

Still not ready to give up just yet she saw a club which while it seemed closed had its doors propped open and figured she'd give it a shot. She walked in and saw two men and a woman standing at the bar seeming to be in deep conversation.

They were all incredibly gorgeous. The men were like Greek gods, the first and smaller of the two having messy dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes that gave a small innocence to his otherwise mighty appearance. The woman would make the goddess Aphrodite herself jealous with her perfect thin but voluptuous figure, her deep brown eyes, and her dark brown hair cascading down her back in thick wide curls. The last of them, though, was the most stunning and also most powerful looking. He was tall with broad shoulders, his white button up shirt straining across his rippling muscles, tattoos lining both arms leading up to his neck. His jet black hair was slicked back and his piercing grey eyes locked right onto Marissa as soon as she walked in.

Their conversation quieted as she approached them. She always hated this part, it just felt weird having to ask for, in essence, help from strangers. She walked up to them with confidence and held out her hand to the man whose eyes hadn't left her.

"Hi there," she said looking at mister grey eyes and shaking his hand, "I'm Marissa. I just moved to town and was looking for work. I've got a lot of experience working in clubs like this and would love an opportunity to prove my worth here if you have an opening."

The three of them looked at her, surprised and maybe even mildly impressed by her confidence and directness. The man with grey eyes pulled his hand from hers after shaking it and looked at the other two there with him who hadn't stopped ogling this girl since they first noticed her. They all had a type, and it just so happened to be red heads with green eyes and thick thighs, and even he had to admit that this girl might be the sexiest woman he'd seen in a long time, if ever. But they had shit to deal with and breaking in a new server wasn't on the menu today.

"Thanks for coming by," the grey eyed man said to Marissa with a stern professionalism to his deep voice, "but unfortunately we don't have any openings at this time."

"Oh come now Logan," the woman purred at the grey eyed man, apparently Logan, as she took a curl of Marissa's long red hair and twirled it around her finger. "Surely we can make room for someone so lovely. She's new here, she needs a nice place to work."

The woman's voice dripped with a desire Marissa knew all too well, and she knew how to work it in her favor. Marissa turned to the woman and gave her an innocent smile. She knew her soft features always made her look young and innocent, and if she leaned into it people just gave in to her.

And the woman and the blonde man behind her did indeed as they saw her sweet smile. A hungry desire built in each of them the longer they held their gaze on her. Logan was the only one keeping his lust in check, though that seemed to always be the case when it came to the three of them and their unique relationships.

"Oh I wouldn't want to impose," Marissa said adding a just a touch of sugar to her voice.

"You wouldn't be imposing one bit," the blonde said with a similar sweetness as he leaned in beside the woman. "Besides weren't you just saying we could use a new server so we could get Joanie back behind the bar again." He looked at Logan with those big blue eyes of his, knowing exactly how to get his way.

Logan sighed. He couldn't win when those two set their eyes on something. And he did want to get Joanie back to bartending. She was one of the best bartenders they'd ever had, but she sucked at being a server. She'd only started doing it because the other servers couldn't keep up with how fast she made drinks. Who knows, maybe this chick could keep up with her pace for once.

"Alright you start tonight," Logan said to Marissa who gave him that sweet innocent smile which just set him on fire with lust, but he didn't show it. "I'm gonna go tell Joanie she's back at the bar, Eddie and Fiona here," he said casting glances at the man and woman still eyeing Marissa, "will show you the ropes and get you all set up. Consider tonight your chance to prove your worth." He paused and moved closer to Marissa, his huge 6'4" frame hulking her small 5'6" figure as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, letting just a touch of his desire seep into his voice, "Don't let me down."