High Priestess

1.3

June 1976

Sharon had gone to work and Stevie and Lori were standing in front of the mirror staring into it. Lori was wearing a red leotard and a black miniskirt, black fishnets, and boots on her feet. Stevie mirrored her in a black leotard and a black miniskirt. Black fishnets and boots also on her feet. Her eye makeup was dark, darker than it usually is and though there was a crow crowing in her window and a sick feeling in her stomach she pushed them down and nodded to Lori who escorted her out to the car. 

As they pulled up to a mansion the crow was still incessantly crowing as it had flown and followed the car, Lori thinking it was slightly creepy, Stevie knowing exactly why and she had to gawk at the house for a minute. It was a massive mansion that even had security at the gate and she didn't know what to make out of it. 

She and Lori were welcomed in and Lori led her to a very tall man with a brown ponytail and Lori hugged him, him placing a kiss on her cheek and his hand falling to her ass slightly. 

"Mick, this is Stevie the girl I was telling you about." Lori introduces them.

"Oh yes, I know you...you work on the first floor. It's nice to have you here, come see me at the end of the night and i'll make sure you get your money." He gives a sickenly sweet smile. 

Stevie just nods and then she and Lori turn away.

"So, it's pretty easy if they seem interested in you, they'll offer you a drink. Just linger and watch." Lori points out. 

So Stevie does, she lingers against the fireplace in the main room that the party is happening in and she watches Lori. She's sick to her stomach when she sees the redhead give a sleazy looking man  a lapdance and she feels even sicker when Lori practically goes down on him in the middle of the room, but he stops her before they go too far and escorts her to a bathroom and she wants to cry just witnessing it but then a man places his rough hand on her bare shoulder and she gasps looking at him. 

"Can I get you a drink?" He questions.

"Oh see but I don't know you." She smirks hoping that she can do this justice.

"Smart girl...I'm Don Henley." He holds out his hand.

"Stevie...so, about that drink what do we have?" She winks.

"Well I can make a pretty decent martini." He smirks.

"Sounds good." Stevie allows him to take her hand and lead her over to the bar. 

Stevie sits on his lap while they drink their drinks and at one point he latches onto her neck and that's when she gets the hint. She stradles his hips and starts giving him what she thinks is a decent lap dance. She's never done anything like this before but she saw what Lori had done and she had mimicked it perfectly. She knows there are eyes on her, a lot of eyes actually and when Don leads her into an open restroom, she gives him the best head she could muster. She had always been told that she was wonderful in that department from every boy she's dated-two, David and Bryan-would always brag about that with her and she can tell that Don enjoys it just as much as her boyfriends did. 

Don leaves the restroom first and then Stevie fixes her makeup in the mirror and that ashamed feeling washes over her. Once she pulls herself together so registers the feeling of something against her hip and her hand falls there to reveal a crisp one hundred dollar bill tucked in the waistband of her skirt. 

Walking out of the bathroom she makes direct eye contact with a short man with dark hair. She guesses he's greek just by the way he's talking to the man next to him and the way he's built but he quickly seizes his conversation and walks over to Stevie. 

"You're uncomfortable here." He looks at her.

"Well, it is only my first Fleetwood Party." She shrugs brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I figured. You're Mick's type. Short and Petite. I'm Jimmy Iovine, I'm a record producer under Mick at Fleetwood's Recording." Jimmy takes her hand.

"Stevie," She shakes it.

"I thought I recognized you, first floor secretary...next Fleetwood party, wear your hair up in a bun like you do at work. The men will love your neck." He brushes a finger against where Don had nibbled while she was on his lap. 

"Yeah, i'm the first floor secretary." She nods a blush coating her cheek. 

"How'd he talk you into this, your'e too innocent in my opinion." Jimmy shrugs.

"He didn't. Lori did, i'm trying to earn some money to start my own business." She states.

"Oh, what type of business?" 

"Crystals. Tarot." She shrugs.

"Oh airy fairy shit." He smirks.

"Yeah, sure...Airy Fairy Shit." She nods.

"Well i'm not going to make you do anything with me, but here you go." He hands her a fifty dollar bill.

"Oh thank you, but I can't..." Stevie starts.

"Stop talking, your nice. I'm not going to subject you to this. Take it and go. Mick is staring at us and if he thinks we didn't do anything he's not going to be happy. So just play along." Jimmy insturcts moving his hand to graze her ass as she nods and walks away.

As Stevie leaves Jimmy, Mick walks over to Lori who was counting what she had made so far. 

"What's your friends story. You didn't tell me much about her, you just asked if you could bring her?"

"She's trying to open her own business. Some form of retail...she didn't tell me much about it." Lori shrugs, lying, even though Mick won't know that.

"What do you think of her?" Mick questions.

"She's really put together. A great asset for the company. I don't think the files have been any more organized since she joined us. She just has a dream and wants to do everything in her power to make it happen. Usually people take a job with us to try and make it big, but she's just trying to save up money for her own store. I think it's great actually." Lori smiles.

"That's all, I needed to know. Thank you Lori." Mick smiles a thought brewing in his brain and he smirks to himself.