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Ryker was an entrepreneur; unlike a majority of those who shared his line of work, he invested a majority of his income in other lucrative markets. Most of which consisted of small businesses. Doing so allowed him to avoid the peering eyes of the man, via laundering his illegal profits through “legitimate” assets. All of which was carefully and thoroughly documented. Occasionally he carelessly threw his money around, whether that was on luxurious accessories, exotic vehicles, or out of spite. Tonight was one of those occasions. Ryker had finally taken a vacation, entrusting one of his many goons to oversee production and distribution of his enterprise, for the time being, only to give another his undivided attention. This venture dealt in another vice of his--women.

Fatal Seduction” is what the sign read, vibrantly glowing just above the main entrance, with an enormous man stationed just in front of it. This one didn’t sport a formal lanyard like the rest of Ryker’s law-abiding employees. Instead, a polo shirt, khakis and dress shoes adorned his appearance. He also sported a pair of sunglasses, albeit pointless at the time of day this particular establishment bustled, they did prove to be somewhat intimidating. Which were reflective and aviator in design. Several more men just like him also kept a watchful eye inside.

Upon entry, the layout of the building was exactly what one would come to expect a Gentleman’s Club to resemble. Multiple stages spread throughout, a decently sized bar, multiple booth styled tables, and of course a DJ podium equipped with a microphone. Every two the three songs, the women on stage would rotate and the DJ would announce the new dancers and what stage they would be at. Desperate men of all shapes and sizes threw their money at them, some more so hesitantly, while the more experienced patron cleverly placed folded bills on themselves and stacked their singles atop one another only to be swept greedily onto the stage by the entertainers.  

At this very moment, Ryker was going over an application for employment he had just received, ensuring everything applicable was properly filled out. If everything checked out, the candidate would undergo an interview, which consisted of a demonstration of their skill set and of course a brief questionnaire on why they would be a good addition to the team. “What’s your stage name?” A name had to catchy. It had to have a certain ring to it. If it didn’t catch his attention, why would it catch the attention of his customers?

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It was amazing how, despite the culture shock of post-modernity, certain things the thief had learned never changed. The best way to gain access to a place you ought not to be was to act like your presence was the most natural thing in the world. That being said, this was still easily one of the more brazen ventures she had ever undertaken... at least in the context of making herself known to her mark. It also carried a considerable amount of self-consciousness the attractive thief was not used to feeling.

The sensation of eyes following her was not a new one - the woman would have been infamous for her predilection of wearing less than functional clothing if she wasn't a ghost. This time, though, it carried that stigma that she felt in her very being the same way she knew the men watching her understood innately. Exotic dancer. Stripper. Escort. It changed the entire dynamic. It leeched the full confidence in her step, and she almost tripped over the club's threshold. Or perhaps it was just that she wasn't used to wearing platforms.

She was here to interview as an entertainer, and she certainly looked the part. Far from her usual stylish urban chic or even the punkish street look she had started to favor recently, the rogue was dressed in a tiny metallic silver triangle bikini that complemented her shocking white hair. Bridal gauntlet-style armwarmers of iridescent silver nylon connected to a taut choker around her throat via a pair of short garters, and her hips sported a flouncy belt-skirt of the same material. Her long legs tottered along on completely transparent 6 inch platform heels, their length caught up in a loose fishnet stocking weave, the bands of which sat snugly nestled into the fat of her thighs. Her usual armaments were absent, as their presence would clearly alert everyone to her intentions. Instead, she thanked the merciful gods that the bouncer had been more interested in palming her rear than investigating the slight bump of two throwing knives clipped under the band of her stockings.

As the girl picked her way among the tables, she slipped out of reach of more than one pair of questing hands, led to the back by one of the imposing guards stationed about the place, leading her to a private lounge in the back with a single stage and the very man she was here to see. Ryker Albrecht. Whatever he thought of his enterprises, more than one person was interested in seeing him deposed from his throne of business. Some of those people were law enforcement with little qualm about utilizing criminal elements against themselves. So here she was, to glean whatever could be taken from this man, and ingratiate herself until enough information was ready to be able to prosecute.

What the authorities had not counted on was that the pretty thief had never once danced on a stage pole... or that her acceptance of the job was not a willingness to return to the right side of the law.

She leaned seductively on the door frame, and cast her painted eyes into the dim lounge. "Mister Albrecht? I'm Unity. I'm here for the interview." Her voice was quiet, scarcely above a whisper over the dull pound of music from the main club.

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Whenever an interview was scheduled it was penciled in a week or two out. Women in this line of work typically had more than one opportunity elsewhere. Which is exactly why a contract was implemented in the hiring process. Those who chose  Fatal Seduction as their home away from home were quite content with their decision. Unity on the other hand--she agreed to an interview on the spot. Which may have raised a red flag for some. That hadn't kept Ryker from arranging their meet and greet. "Right on time," Early even. Unity had already made an impression. Time management was an important asset in an employee.

"Give me just a moment to familiarize myself with your application," Ryker had gone over it quite extensively prior to calling--now that she was present he could make sure everything added up.  Ever so often his gaze darted between the parchment and his newfound guest, making a mental note of every fine detail, and inevitably placing it atop his desk once satisfied. "Alright. Let's see what you got." Simple as that, granted, their interview would be far more small talk-y after the fact, as long as Ryker found her demonstration sufficient.

Cue the music.

Click.

Music boomed from the sound system accompanying Ryker's office. As it began, he reclined in his chair and kicked his feet up onto his desk. Motioning to the pole stationed in the middle of the room with an anticipating smirk.

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A little shiver ran down the woman's spine at the gesture, an acute reminder that regardless of her looks if she couldn't dance, that would be the end of it all. Stopped before she began. Her shoulders stiffened as the music began to play, but as the slow rolling beat filled the little lounge-turned-office, they slumped back into relaxation. She could work a slow beat her own way... and the rush of mood stabilizers helped as it trickled into her brain stem, steadying her breath. She gave Ryker a soft smile, and with a flutter of her mascara-caked eyelashes, settled her hips into a sway to match the song's ebb and flow.

Unity stalked her way past his desk, ostensibly en route to the little stage platform, but she paused in her catwalk, spinning elegantly on her forward toe to face him. Maybe this wasn't so hard after all. Leaning down, she palmed the surface of the desk with both hands, stretching over it luxuriously with an arch of her back, her painted eyes never leaving the boss' gaze. Her red irises reflected vividly in the mood lighting, a striking contrast to her snow-white hair, as she pulled one leg up against the forward edge suggestively. She gave him a saucy little wink, and then flipped herself up onto the writing surface, knocking aside all of his papers and pens as she splayed out her body for him. Right leg propped over her left, she lay there for him like a model, her pretty lips pursed into a teasing promise of a kiss. He'd see all of her - how her average-sized chest nonetheless strained her top against gravity, fully natural; how tightly the bottoms clung to her sex under the decorative skirt, and every inch of her taut, muscled legs that looked like they saw enough activity they'd suffocate a man between them effortlessly.

"In all honesty, Mr. Albrecht, I'm more of a hands-on girl."

The rest of his remaining papers swept to the floor with the kick of her legs, along with his favorite mug, spilling out over the carpet. She hardly noticed - this was about the brazen impression. Brazen enough that she hardly realized she was in his lap until her hands alighted onto the man's chest, pushing him back into his chair. With each clash of the snare and throb of kick-drum, her hips undulated over him, inviting Ryker to run his hands down her waist and onto her bubbly rear. Hovering just over the point where the apex of her thighs would actually make contact, she made love to the air betwixt them, hemming him in between her powerful legs. Her hands played with her hair passionately, streaking fingers down her face and neck, gratuitously circling a breast, before returning to balance herself with a gentle touch of his chest.

Her single bang of jet black hung over her right eye as she leaned in, wreathing her in mystery a brief moment before the song petered out, and silence settled back on the back room. The barely audible huff of her breaths washed over him, a self-satisfied grin threatening to part her glossy lips... even as her left iris was actively taking a dozen pictures of his face in closeup HD.

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Interesting.

A lapdance was the follow-up to a stage performance--at least for a patron, ideally, a performer reeled them in after letting their imagination run wild for a song or two. Ryker’s women made a living off of desperation and loneliness; targeting those who craved their attention the most, showering those who had the deepest pocket with affection. A majority of their income came from their time on stage due to one simple factor--competition. Men were particularly jealous of one another when a woman was involved, even more so when said women were stark naked. At the end of every night, the accumulated money was divided out equally amongst those scheduled. Ryker also received a percentage which was then reinvested into the club itself. Jealousy led to spite--spite led to a private dance and on occasion a much more worthwhile proposition. That money wasn’t included in the pot. As the boss, he had no other option but to encourage his entourage to profit from lust, and needless to say Unity’s forward-thinking was duly noted.

Unity was chasing the paper; just like any other hard working individual, a part of him respected that, whereas the other portion was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. Ryker’s main objective quickly became a goal of resisting his primal urge to partake and indulge in the beautiful specimen within his reach. ”Mmm,” A light groan managed to slip out as his gaze lingered--appreciating one feature at a time. Ryker’s left hand sought her rear only to hesitantly stop just before making contact, in this situation it may have worked out in his favor, however, coming off as too touchy-feely may not have been the right move. His hand hovered only momentarily before retreating from whence it came, only to grab at and adjust a rather noticeable bulge growing alongside his pant leg.

Ryker couldn’t help but grin as the song came to an unfortunate end. “Impressive. But I’m definitely going to need a better view,” With that being said another song started up and he situated himself once more--getting comfortable and spacing his footing that way Unity had more room to work with.

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The rogue steadied her breath by exhaling through her nose, slumping her shoulders a bit at his words. Of course he wanted her to continue. She hoped he'd not see the flush tinging her cheeks as she adjusted herself into his lap, splaying out her thighs to either side of his waist. With her weight properly supported and her heels pinned up over his knees at the ankle, a simple lean forward would put his chiseled face directly into her bosom, but she wasn't going to go there just yet. Unity was no dancer, but she could at least follow a beat, so instead of continuing her forward grinding into him, she let her hips settle into a lateral sashay, syncopating a secondary rhythm with a double shake of her bum to the right or the left as the calypso percussion inspired her. Hopefully that would suffice as variation enough while she steeled herself to... reveal herself in front of this complete stranger.

Granted, it would not be the first time she'd used her body to seduce a man, nor likely the last, but the context of it nonetheless made her face burn with shame. She did not feel any control here, nor was there the strange dreadful reassurance that the certainty of being forced might have brought. There was only anxiety-laden limbo. If it weren't for the powerful cocktail of mood stabilizer floating around in her nervous system, she would have been shaking uncontrollably. Instead, she lazily reached up behind her, and with a deft tug of her bikini ties, let the already tiny garment fall away to the floor with an elegant flourish of her right hand. She had the presence of mind to keep her chest covered briefly with her left arm, popping and grinding on him teasingly until at last she pulled her arms up and away, stretching backwards. With her back arched, she traced manicured fingers along the length of her lofted arm, pushing out her bosom for his enjoyment. Unfortunately, she'd not been able to keep his gaze any longer - Unity hid her mortification behind the seductive fall of her black bangs, turning her head this way and that as she writhed atop the mob boss and hoped it was to his liking.

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"Stay still." Unity's current position was perfect--not only did it provide an amazing view, it also provided somewhat of a flat surface. Digging around inside of his pocket momentarily, a miniature vial was retrieved, said vial was nearly full to the brim with a powdery white substance. Removing the cap with a flick of his thumb, he'd hover it steadily inches above her closest breast. Tapping it lightly and slowly but surely trickling the powder in as straight of a line as possible. Which given the circumstances would turn out better than initially predicted. Adjusting his posture, Ryker would leave forward and snort the substance off of her chest via plugging his adjacent nostril and following the line. What he missed would be swept up by a finger and rubbed vigorously across his gum line. Sighing with relief and leaning back in his chair exaggeratedly--promptly recapping the container and stuffing it back from whence it came.

"My apologies, sweetheart. I probably should've asked for your permission beforehand, but I couldn't turn down such a welcoming invitation." Ryker added in as a mischievous grin crept upon his face. He then took hold of her waist, lifting her up quite easily and setting her atop his desk. Scooting his chair backwards to provide more room, he stood abruptly and stretched. What remained of his arousal was still clearly visible--as the material of his tightly fitted pants clung around it.

"Ah," Briefly looking about the room, Ryker retrieved a coat, which was black in color and had fur lining the interior. "Here, put this on." Tossing the article of clothing in her general direction before deciding to join her atop his desk. Leaning against it and positioning himself adjacent from her.

"The job is yours if you want it, Unity. But there's still a few semantics we have to sort out."

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Unity froze on command, even her breath caught mid-inhalation at his instruction... not daring to relax in the face of the instruction. Abrupt as it was, she could sense purpose behind it... a brazen purpose that unfolded just at the edge of her peripheral vision. With her head leaned back, her hands caught up in her frosty locks, the girl looked like she was indulging his fantasy, presenting herself as a tableau of pleasures physical and chemical. In reality, however, her eyes closed in bitterness, unable to turn the camera on the evidence being brazenly scattered over the swell of her chest, and aghast at the indignity of it all. Her jaw set grimly, resisting the urge to shudder with all her might, as his nostril crudely smeared the stimulant down the curve of her left breast. His finger scraping the remainder away was the cherry on top, and her own nose flared briefly in disgust... a detail she hoped he'd not notice in his immediate high.

Of course, it just made him all the more manic. The shapely thief had hardly relaxed her neck back down to look at him and worked out the kink in it with a roll of her shoulder, than he scooped her up to seat her on the desk. Instinctively, she caught him by the lapel to avoid falling backward... and instantly regretted it. Now he'd think she was into him. A brief frown tugged at the corners of her mouth, but by the time Ryker tossed her the coat she'd turned it back to a pleasant smile that did not reach up to her eyes. She caught the heavy coat easily, cradling it across her midsection to cover herself from him, but did not deign to put it on. No amount of warmth was going to still her imperceptible trembling. Instead, she turned to look at him with a slight cock of the head, and shrugged lightly.

"Like what?"

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Unity’s newfound employer had thankfully been too preoccupied to notice her sudden discomfort; otherwise, his suspicion would have quickly taken a turn for the worst and paranoia would have bled into his conscience. With that being said, Ryker’s cool demeanor underwent quite the transformation as the stimulant began affecting his nervous system, forcing him into a manic state. Sniffling ever so often, pacing back and forth, a hand sought his mouth as if keep himself from coughing. Ryker’s real motive was to hide his facial expression as the drip began, grimacing and even almost gagging--whereas the drip was highly anticipated and even refreshing, on occasion the taste was foul, even for him. At this point Ryker’s high was at its peak, his pupils were dilated, clamminess introduced itself to his palms and his heart rate was through the roof. Yet his capability to focus was unmatched--Unity was unfortunate enough to catch the brunt of an intense leer.

“What made you pursue this particular line of work?” Ryker assumed he would receive one of two answers--money or attention, it could have been a combination of the two. Those were the most common answers he had been given throughout his time in management; although they never truly scratched the surface of the abundance of underlying issues that most of his employees experienced on a day to day basis, whether that was rampant drug use, daddy issues, the list was seemingly endless. Ryker never really made it a point to solve said issues, but he certainly wasn’t naive to them either. “How did you hear about my club?” Small talk be damned, this was turning out to be more of an interrogation than anything.

In Ryker’s line of work, one could never be too careful. This would only become even more evident as his fists began to clench, knuckles cracked and popped each time they balled up.

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Playing with the fur on the coat helped ease the difficulty of meeting his eyes, turning her reticence of addressing him directly into a more endearing feminine coyness. She shrugged lightly at his question, gracing its straightforwardness with her own. "The boys are always watching me as I walk by... figured I'd might as well make them pay for the pleasure of looking. Beyond that, I... dunno. Never finished school." Well, that last part was somewhat true. Her schooling on her homeplane, a place and time that seemed an entire lifetime ago, already lost in myth, had been extremely focused on skill-based instruction. Unity was an amazing thief, and a decent flirt and lover, but not much else. She knew how to read and write, but only the common tongue of where she had come from. Even though her speech to Marcus was without error, it still tinged lightly with her exotic accent, something that even the magical baubles and wetware upgrades could not entirely erase. Likewise, her basic mathematics had been upgraded in speed by the chips in her frontal lobe, but not in their breadth. Simple geometry was about as complex as it came. This was a woman that survived on wit, wisdom, and intuition.

"I heard about Fatal Seduction when a friend who comes here sometimes on the open bar nights told me while extremely drunk that I was prettier than any of the girls here, and that if I came here they'd fall dead at the sight. He found it very funny - I just locked him in the bathroom til he sobered up. The name stuck in my mind though, so here I am, I guess."

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Unity’s explanation hadn’t been too far fetched; a lot of the women Ryker hired had given a similar answer. Women in general typically received attention from the opposite sex, whether that was unwanted or vise versa, it simply came with the territory. Unity’s appearance certainly added to that factor, although in her case it had likely been the latter. Her answer on how she heard about Fatal Seduction made him frown a tad--Ryker prided himself on the women he hired on, granted, she was stunning, but as were all the women he employed. Her source for said information may have been intoxicated at the time and may even have been trying to butter her up, but still, it was disappointing to hear, to say the least.

“I see. When are you available to start?” Ryker added in after a moment of brewing on the answers she provided. At most he tried to give her the impression that he was mulling over his decision. But in reality, she was hired the very moment he had become aroused, but that probably came as no surprise. This business was all about that exact thing and without it, his employees simply wouldn’t make any money. “Also, I noticed you didn’t list a mobile number on your application, any particular reason?” It may have been listed, perhaps he overlooked it when he skimmed the paperwork, as he did with most of his applicants. He didn’t really care about their work history, references, or really even their experience. All that mattered was that they could impress him. If they could get him going, God only knew what they were capable of out on that floor.

“All in all, we’re pretty solid though. No pun intended. We’ll see how you do your first week and if it’s not your thing, there are plenty of other opportunities we could explore throughout my companies.” You heard him correctly. Companies. Ryker had several, all equally as illegal and frowned upon as the rest. But if Unity wanted to stay within Fatal Seduction, she could serve, bartend, hell she could even work payroll if she really wanted to. But none of those mentioned would make her anywhere close to as much as she could make as a dancer.

“More importantly, do you have any questions for me?”

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The girl stooped to retrieve her discarded top from the floor, carefully tying herself back into the bikini while she listened, sensing that the interview was coming to an end. She left the coat lying neatly on the desk, leaning against it with her hip as she looked at Ryker, exhaling a brief laugh at his question.

"Oh, that. I'd just bought a new phone and had to change the number. One sec, I've still not quite remembered it..."

She slipped her fingers into the band of her little beltskirt, and pulled out what looked like a lighter - a small chrome case. But the device was far more interesting that that. With a pinch of her fingers on some hidden catch, the frame slid open lengthwise into the more familiar outline of a smartphone, generating a screen of light amber hardlight that she tapped at expertly with her thumbnail. The thing looked high-tech as hell, and expensive to boot... a toy the likes of which only the supremely wealthy or someone on the cutting edge of development might have. She pulled up her number on it for him, turning the illuminated screen towards him with a flick of her wrist so that he could take it down.

"It's nice to hear you give your girls a chance to succeed, Mr. Albrecht. I can start sometime this week if you'd like..." Unity looked around her, re-evaluating the scenery one last time, before turning back to face Ryker with a soft smile. "I only have two questions - Will I be collecting my own tips? And do you have a theme you'd like me to keep for my outfits?"

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"Understandable," In all fairness, Ryker didn't even know his own number, although, after going through so many burner phones, memorizing the associated number became more of a hassle than anything. What in the fuck is that thing?! Never had he seen a device such as the one Unity retrieved, whereas technology was constantly evolving, normally his tech was the most advanced on the market. Material items normally followed wealth. Quite honestly it immediately rose a red flag, but he quickly shook that paranoia out of his subconscious and instead smiled up at the security camera stationed on the ceiling. Nothing in this establishment went unseen. "Ah, thank you."  Without much hesitation, Ryker retrieved his own smart device and dialed in the number, promptly saving it to his contacts.

"For dances, yes. Your customer will pay you upfront for those, the remainder is divided out amongst the staff before close. Your attire is completely up to you, just please keep the audience in mind."  Who was he kidding? Those men would throw money at practically anything if they had a decent rack. "Unless you have any more questions for me, you're free to go, sweetheart." Ryker added in at the second. Unity was good in his book. 

"Expect a call within the next couple of days. Welcome to the Team."

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