Makings Of A Rogue

chapter 14

Alane stepped into the low lit room, heavy with smoke, sweat and alcohol. Men were seated on the floor, on luxurious looking pillows and rugs in small circles of threes and fours, in neat rows  in front of contraptions that looked like hooker pots with multiple pipes depending on the number of users, and judging from from the fumes marijuana was in them.
Also mixed with something stronger, was that opium Alane wondered, it had to be, she recognised the smell, from her spying days where  she had to go into places worse than here, where she had to see things, do things that she rather leave in her past, though the experience had made her who she was now.
That explained the specialised machines and how quickly everyone had gotten high. That was new, seems substance abuse had boujered since her last encounter with it. she would make sure to ask Madame that crafty old woman about it, no wonder her establishment was so popular, her 'girls' weren't the only source of attraction.
Small stools were placed close at hand with bottles and glasses for the liquor, and also for trays with small heeps of a white substance, with rolled up dollar bills and a long bladed knife, defiantly cocaine. Each group had girls to attend to them, refeeling their glasses, holding up the trays, and for anything they desired. Some members already indulging in the other services being offered, She could see heads on laps moving up and down.
Her targets were seated alone at the front of the room with two other men, smoking and drinking while watching a strip tease from one of the resident, they seemed content, intoxicated and enjoying themselves. That was her cue, it was time, she had held back earlier allowing them to relax and get wasted. It would work in her favour.
She winked at Pete who was standing a few paces away from the door, who nodded back and passed her a fruit basket. She then waltz through the maze of bodies seated on the floor, getting a spank here, a grop there and an occasion luid compliment that was followed by laughter, always responding with a flirty smile and fake gasps, they would get theirs soon enough.
Pete followed her path districtly, picking up empty bottles on his way, acting as a waiter. Their actions mobilized the other agents and they got into position unnoticed.
"Good evening gentlemen, my name is Fifi am your host for tonight, I hope everything is satisfactory." Giving them a full dose of her French accent, she was kneeling, now eye level with the four men, her fruit basket at her side next to the bubbling pot. Her attention fully on the two men in the middle.
The elder Muzza had instantly zoomed in on her cleavage as soon as she had made her presence known, slowly stroking his moustache in a way that made Alane internally shudder with disgust, his eyes were glazed over, his form slumped on the cushion behind him, a smoking pipe laying on his chest. On his left sat Muzza Jr who was nursing a glass of clear liquid, his eyes sharp scrutinizing Alane, his back straight his long legs streched out, crossed at the ankle infront of him. He was sober, this worried Alane, him being by far the most dangerous thing for miles.
"It is thank you, " he was the one to respond, he had a deep voice, the kind that commands attention and alienates any other sound around him.
"I can't seem to find madame anywhere and i see a lot of new faces." Making a circular motion with his fingure, his attention still focused on Alane.
"Yes you can blame me for that, I am madame's silent partner, she couldn't attend so she asked me, I accepted, you being a valued customer to our establishment." She said sweetly adding as much charm and sugar as she dared into the lie.
He acknowledged this with a nod, but not once letting his guard down.