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Fatal Seduction was thriving; which was a double edged sword, on one hand clientele increased significantly and on the other hand they were slowly but surely expressing less interest on the entertainment the establishment had to offer. They wanted variety. They wanted exotic. Ryker agreed and sought out entertainment the City of Absalom had never seen before. In order to work for Fatal Seduction, an entertainer had to go through a screening process, assuming they passed they were placed on a probation, so to speak. An entertainer had a preset amount of time to make a certain amount of money to be considered for full time employment. With his high standards, most didn't make it through the screening. It was rather simple; if a potential employee could turn him on, his customers would be putty in their hands. Which spelled money.

Ryker's schedule was hectic, if he wasn't interviewing, he was off running his other line of work. Perhaps a secretary would be beneficial. That was something he often pondered, but it would have to be someone he could trust. Someone who was capable of running his club in his absence. Sure, there were plenty of people on his payroll that could fit that role, but there was one problem with that, they were all men. Hired muscle to do Ryker's dirty work. He couldn't trust them to keep an eye on his beloved Club, or to put their noses where they didn't belong, among many other things. It would have to be a woman. So that's what he was looking for today, a secretary. But at the same time, they had to fall under the same category all of his employees did. They had to be beautiful and above all else, exotic. Just his clientele seeing them would put their wandering imaginations at ease. 

"Sir, I believe your interview has finally arrived, should I escort her to your office?" A brutish voice came to life inside his earpiece. "Please." Ryker answered. And so he waited.

@Houndy Poochykins @Witches Brew

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Celine was starting to get bored with her work, or more accurately, her father's work. Her father owned a large business, and he dipped his fingers into different fields. They never stuck to one specialty. Her father's new favorite thing this month was slaves. They had around 50 people that had sold themselves into slavery, to save their families from starvation or to help pay off debts. Some of these men and women had even worked for her father at one point, and had somehow wronged him. How did Celine fit into this? She was appointed by her father to market these slaves that they didn't use themselves, and they had sold to many different people. A lot of the male slaves they had were sold off as laborers, and many of the women were sold off as maids and even lovers.  It didn't matter to her what happened to the people that she had sold, they didn't matter to her, they were merchandise, and once they were out of her hands, she had no issue what other people did with them. 

Today's assignment she was particularly excited about. She had sold to this establishment before, and thought that she and the owner had a good professional relationship, but it was always hard to tell with him. She was to take this girl to a club, that went by the name of Fatal Seduction. It's been a good while since she had stopped by, so she made it a point to look nice for this sale. Her long auburn hair was curled, and it flowed down her back nicely, and her curvy frame was hugged tightly by a short dark violet dress, that had a slit up her thighs that stopped at her hip. Her makeup was light, and she finished off the look by wearing a pair of black heels. She was sure that if the product she was delivering wasn't enough, a little flash of skin could seal the deal. 

The product she would be delivering however, was something different than what her father usually had on stock. She was a lucky find indeed, not something you found everyday. She had some men take her to the car, to wait while she got ready. Once she was ready, she made her way outside to the waiting car, and she climbed into the backseat, next to the woman she was supposed to sell. 

"When we arrive, you best behave yourself, and you better do whatever he asks of you." She didn't look at the girl, and instead crossed her legs at the ankles, she placed her hands and the documents in her lap, her hazel eyes staring at the window. Ownership papers, vaccinations, extensive medical history, all that and more was placed in the envelope that lay on her lap. 

Their appointment was soon, and she would hate to be late. This man was very busy, and a missed appointment would look badly upon her, and her father's business. The car ride was short, but when they pulled up to the establishment, Celine opened the door to the car while it slowed to park, without waiting for one of her escorts to open it for her. She was in a hurry, she wanted this sale to go as smoothly as possible, and as quickly as possible. 

@Better Than Gore @Houndy Poochykins

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Pyrrah was a unique breed of hound girl. Her dark skin, fierce eyes, and wild hair, all uncommon, especially as far into the lands she hailed from. Pyrrahs story was simple. She was at some point taken into captivity. In this phase of her life, she was eventually sold, or if she was being honest she was stolen, considering the poor bastard never got his coin. An undisclosed round later, as there was little if any paper trail on her ave for the records Celine had. She ended up in the care of one tycoon who if asked what he did for a living, it would be easier to ask what he didn't do. As this woman she'd come to know just now was named 'Suh leen' sat down. Her ears were kept low, a sign of submission among canines. Pyrrah had little to her name save for the iron top that held her large breasts up, and a matching piece of armor just below it. In addition, there were shackles around her writs and ankles. As she sat in the car then entire back in dipped as if a man 3 times her size sat. She did also have a brown shawl on for decency. 

Pyrrah had strictly been kept 'untouched' for the sole purpose of reselling. As it went, something in good condition only appreciated. The last freedom afforded to her was that she kept her name long ago. As the woman spoke. Pyrrah looked over briefly, the words were not uncommon. She wanted so bad to exclaim that she was a proud hound from places this human would die. But instead of doing so she nodded silently before muttering a single "U-understood ma'am". She silently mouthed the words upon arrival. 'fah tall see duck shun'. Pyrrah unfortunately never learned to read very well. Hardly at a childs level if one was honest. But, a guard dog, a dancer, a stripper, a pet, or just a warm body for relief... none of those required you to do anything with reading. Only use her body in various ways.

As the pulled up, she'd look up at the clubs doors from the car. Her collar and leash taken by one of the womans apparent employees. She was led inside, and quietly behaved. A bouncer would come out, quickly greet them with that businessmans smile. Of course, Pyrrah quickly followed after. The employee left her leash in the hands of one of Rykers men, as this was not his business, it was for Celine, Ryker, and anyone Ryker wanted involved. The hound had a bad feeling. She didn't sit, she'd been taught it was rude to sit without being offered and even then... she didn't know Celine or how she would feel about that.

 

@Witches Brew @Better Than Gore @Tenkai Matsumoto

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Their escort was stationed just outside of the main entrance, prepared to greet them upon arrival. He even went as far as opening the car door for them once their vehicle stopped. "Ah, Celine. Mr. Albrecht has been expecting you." His hand was offered for assistance. Around his neck was a lanyard that read #3, the number itself didn't have any relevance, Ryker's memory just wasn't what it used to be. #3 and the rest of the security personnel inside were all dressed alike, a white n-neck shirt that was probably too small for their massive frame, black cargo pants and steel toed boots. "On our way, sir." Leading them inside, they would have to navigate their way through the crowd, which wouldn't prove too troublesome as the patrons seemed to scurry upon noticing his approach. Fog billowed from machinery and snaked across the floor, some found it a little on the extreme side, due to having to practically wade through it. Aesthetics were everything to Ryker. If the fog didn't make that evident, then the strobe lighting and random laser shows would. Granted, every performance had a different stage effect. Had to keep them on the edge of their seat, right?

Every once in awhile #3 looked over his shoulder to ensure he hadn't lost Ryker's company, he'd have his head if so. Upon reaching Ryker's office, another security guard would promptly nod and open the door for them. Inside was an entirely different atmosphere, it was a lot colder in this room, for obvious reasons. It was practically bare, save for a couple paintings on the wall, presumably lineage. There was a much smaller stage stationed in the center, equipped with a pole, and speakers sporadically placed. Then a desk, with two rather comfortable looking chairs placed in front of it, and the head honcho himself. Seated in an equally comfortable chair, with one leg folded atop of the other. Ryker was dressed much fancier than his hired muscle, he adorned a slim fitting black suit, equipped with a vest and a royal purple tie. Dark brown hair was half-assed styled into a fauxhawk, high faded on both the sides and back. Hazel-green eyes observed their movements, with an occasional twitch. His fingers racked the desk repeatedly as they approached, out of impatience or habit was for them to decide. "Celine! How's business?" A smile greeted the duo, a flash of silver from capped canines.

Standing to properly greet them, Ryker stood at 5'11" and was athletically built. His sleeves were rolled up just below the elbow, showing off his vibrantly colored tattoos, stretching from the tops of his hands up onto his shoulders and beyond. Stubble coated a chiseled jawline, likely out of laziness. Bags laid underneath of his eyes due to his habits, he had probably been up for days at this point, which persuaded him even more to bring on an assistant. "What do you have for me today, hm?" He gave Celine's companion a once over before making his way around the desk to get a closer look. "Do a spin for me, will ya sweetheart?" He even incorporated a hand gesture just in case she didn't understand his inquiry.

@Witches Brew @Houndy Poochykins     

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Ryker’s muscled hired help never disappointed. All of them were handsome, and no matter how much she offered any of them, they wouldn’t come home with her for the night. Their loyalty to Ryker, or Ryker’s money however, was strong. It was disappointing in that aspect, but she couldn’t fault them. Ryker was crazy, but he wasn’t stupid in the slightest. As she followed #3 through the club, the booming music covered the sounds of her heels against the floor. Her eyes stayed straight ahead, knowing that her quarry was following submissively behind her. As they made their way into Ryker’s office, she smiled, and opened her arms wide. 

“Ryker! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Perhaps a bit too long.” She smiled, and she held onto the files in her hands. “Business is good, as always.” She said, and she stepped out of the way so that Ryker could see the hound she had brought him. “Her name is Pyrrah, and I thought that she might fit in nicely with your other girls.” She purred. She then looked to the hound, giving her a look, saying that she’d better obey him. 

 

@Better Than Gore  @Houndy Poochykins

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The hound swallowed deeply. Lifting her gaze to look at this Ryker. Another name that was quite strange to her. He asked her to do a spin, thankfully he included a little body language. Seeing his hand spin, she followed his request as per Celines orders. She turned slowly. The shawl wasn't very nice one, and didn't flare up like a lighter one would in a faster spin. She was nervous as all hell. Looking at them both briefly as she finished her little physical display. She nodded timidly. "My name, is Pyrrah sir..." She said, equally as timidly. "Y-You are Mr... Ryker sir?" She asked, clarifying he was the potential buyer.

 

@Witches Brew @Better Than Gore

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"Quite the find." Ryker's gaze lingered for a moment or so after her spin concluded. "That's correct, Pyrrah." His hand gestured for them to sit, allowing them to get comfortable before returning to his own seat. Now that he had seen the merchandise, it was time to conclude their business. Once seated, his closest hand would open the top drawer of his desk and feel for his lock box. Hastily entering the combination, the locking mechanism would click open, permitting him access. "Same arrangement as before, I presume?" Celine wasn't dumb. Pyrrah was a rare find and unfortunately with rarity came a much higher asking price. A brief chuckle followed his question, he knew ahead of time what her answer would be, but it didn't hurt to ask. Taking a moment to eye what he had stashed inside, he closed it with a sigh, before she had a chance to interject he stood up and made his way to the wall just left of his desk. Placing his hand against it, a bright red beam traced the outline and the wall unveiled a safe. Entering yet another combination, the door to said safe opened exposing a large stack of neatly folded currency. "That should do it." Hopefully.

"You can count it if you'd like," Ryker assumed Celine trusted him by now, despite his borderline sociopathic behavior and line of work, Ryker was a man of his word. "Now the real question is, what exactly should I do with you?" His gaze turned to Pyrrah. Ryker didn't have the slightest clue what she was capable of, he was trusting that Celine had done her research before coming to him. Was she educated enough to do payroll? Or did he just hire another pretty face? "Ahhh, now that's an idea." Apparently he had already made up his mind. Making his way back to his seat, he situated himself and snapped his fingers, demanding that she come to him. It was probably better to assert his dominance in the presence of Pyrrah's present owner, if that's what she considered Celine.

"Come lay at my feet for the time being, I'll better assess your skills once we're alone.. unless of course you'd like to observe and or participate Celine?" Another smile.

@Witches Brew @Houndy Poochykins

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The hound sat when he offered. She remained silent as Celine as Ryker did business. A short time later, and business had reached its conclusion. For Celine and Ryker. Pyrrahs new life had just entered its beginning. As he snapped, she'd walk over and sit, before laying at his feet in the manner of a canine proper. Of course he then offered Celine to oppurtunity to observe what came next, Pyrrah had hoped that because he offered it to company, it wasn't too horrible. Whatever it was. She kept her gaze forward quietly minding herself and her manners as he spoke to Celine.

 

@Witches Brew @Better Than Gore

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He liked her. This sale was going to go very smoothly. Her exotic merchandise caught the eye of Ryker the moment she walked in, and she knew it. He couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, it may never come up again. So when he offered up the same deal as last time, she rolled her eyes. 

"You know that isn't going to cut it this time, Ryker, dear." She said softly with a smile. He knew she wasn't stupid, so that just made this whole thing easier. She watched as he walked over to a wall, and placed his hand on it. A red light scanned his hand, and a wall opened, revealing a hidden stash of money, that was more than what her father had told her to ask for. 

"Now that will do just fine." She said, standing up and walking towards it, giving it a final look over before she turned to one of Ryker's men, and she instructed him to have it taken to her car. As Ryker called over the mongrel, she watched carefully as her money was carried out. As Ryker spoke, she turned back to face the pair, Ryker in his chair, with an ever so obedient mutt at his feet. 

"Oh I couldn't possibly impose, unless, you would want me to stay that is." 

 

@Better Than Gore @Houndy Poochykins 

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"Leaving it up to me, eh?" Ryker chuckled. A hand snaked down and patted Pyrrah's rear only to grab a handful. "What do you think, Pyrrah? Do you want Celine to watch?" Ryker's gaze hadn't drifted from Celine, even as his hand sought something much more delicate, playfully rubbing momentarily before returning to his lap. Ryker was already set on letting Celine stay, despite what his newfound pet may have wanted. "I assume you can close up tonight, #3?" --- "Absolutely, sir. Enjoy." Nodding in acknowledgment, #3 left the office, closing the door behind him. Escorting Celine's money to her vehicle, he would stand watch at the bar and would probably have to break up a fight and or throw a customer out that got too hands on with a dancer.

"Well then," Ryker added just as the door came to a close. "Let's see what you have hidden under there, shall we?" Another snap echoed. Creating some distance between the desk and himself via scooting his chair back a bit, his leg would return to its original resting place atop the other, getting comfortable once more. "Make yourself comfortable, Celine." Which could have meant numerous things.

@Witches Brew @Houndy Poochykins

 

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