Log: Bright Lights, Sneaky Twink
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xp_logsClarice overhears more than she expected.
The lights pulsated around the club in time with the music and Clarice gyrated on one of the podiums along with it, hot, sweaty and having more fun than she would ever admit to. She liked dancing like this and she'd put up with greasy gusy throwing money at her to dance with abandon. Dancing was much better than waiting tables.
The song ended and the girls all obidiently headed off for their places for the next song, in Clarice's case that meant off stage for her 'lunch' break. That it was nearly midnight didn't matter, she had 30 minutes to cool down, relax and not be out front.
Heading to the back she snagged her towel, conveniently stamped with a purple C so people would know it was hers, to wipe the sweat off. She'd have to reapply her makeup, but that wasn't a big deal.
"Look, I told you!" the familiar voice was audible through the thin drywall of the dressing room wall. "I picked these kids myself. What more do you want? What, you want me to start trolling the malls again? Jesus..."
That was definitely Rob's voice, but he didn't usually sound so... panicked.
"Curiouser and curiouser," said Clarice soft enough to not be heard through the walls herself. Slipping out of her heels she slipped around to the other side of the office Rob was in to try to hear better. She could skulk, if skulking were required.
The second voice came through loud and clear, the security guard/bouncer, who was obviously not checking the door, "You know what I want. And you know what I'll do if you don't get it," his voice was mild, but Rob gasped in what Clarice thought was pain.
"Christ's sake, man..." Rob gurgled, voice strained as if talking through a very large hand clamped over his jaw. "I can't make the girls do anything they don't want to do. I'm not some fucking pimp, man. She said no, it's not my damn fault the guy got pissed!"
A dulled thump made the wall shake, and another gasp of pain made it through to Clarice's ears. "They're... they're mostly just kids, man..." she could hear Rob moan.
"Kids gotta grow up sometime," the security guard pointed out, his voice still infuriatingly reasonable. Clarice really wished she could remember his name. She didn't think he had one. "People would pay a lot to pop a mutie cherry."
"She's FIFTEEN!" Rob hissed back, voice sounding almost outraged. "My daughter turns fifteen next month, you sick son of a bitch. Look, I'm doing the best I can here. A few muties want to show off, and a few clients want to watch 'em. But you never said anything about it going this far, man. I... I've done everything you asked. Come on, man. Please..."
"You get more...entertainers, Ones who WILL do what the clients want, or your daughter will be will suddenly find herself needing to support her family. Here. Capice?" Clarice couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was sick and disgusting and why she joined the X-Men. Pretty leather uniform aside, this was why she did what she did. This is why they all did. It was all she could do to not burst in and try to save Rob. That was not why she was there. She was there to gather intel exactly like she was doing right now.
A loud sigh that was a hair's breadth from a sob almost tempted Clarice to go right through the wall. "How many more?" Rob asked quietly. "I just want... look, I'll get you more, then I'm through, all right? Done. Like you promised. I've brought in ten times what I owed you guys. My family's living in a goddamn trailer, okay? Just... I want to be done with this. If that means the girls put out, then fine, the girls put out. But I want out."
"Oh, you'll get out," Clarice would almost see the sleazy smile on the security guards face, "No problem. When I say you can. And right now I say you get out there and do your job!"
Quickly but without any hurry, Clarice headed back into the dressing room to fix her makeup. She had to be back out to wait tables in a few minutes and she wanted to transcribe as much as she could before she forgot it. This wasn't what they had thought at all. Humans weren't exploiting mutants, it was just greedy people being greedy people. That didn't make it better, but it did change the dynamics a bit.
The lights pulsated around the club in time with the music and Clarice gyrated on one of the podiums along with it, hot, sweaty and having more fun than she would ever admit to. She liked dancing like this and she'd put up with greasy gusy throwing money at her to dance with abandon. Dancing was much better than waiting tables.
The song ended and the girls all obidiently headed off for their places for the next song, in Clarice's case that meant off stage for her 'lunch' break. That it was nearly midnight didn't matter, she had 30 minutes to cool down, relax and not be out front.
Heading to the back she snagged her towel, conveniently stamped with a purple C so people would know it was hers, to wipe the sweat off. She'd have to reapply her makeup, but that wasn't a big deal.
"Look, I told you!" the familiar voice was audible through the thin drywall of the dressing room wall. "I picked these kids myself. What more do you want? What, you want me to start trolling the malls again? Jesus..."
That was definitely Rob's voice, but he didn't usually sound so... panicked.
"Curiouser and curiouser," said Clarice soft enough to not be heard through the walls herself. Slipping out of her heels she slipped around to the other side of the office Rob was in to try to hear better. She could skulk, if skulking were required.
The second voice came through loud and clear, the security guard/bouncer, who was obviously not checking the door, "You know what I want. And you know what I'll do if you don't get it," his voice was mild, but Rob gasped in what Clarice thought was pain.
"Christ's sake, man..." Rob gurgled, voice strained as if talking through a very large hand clamped over his jaw. "I can't make the girls do anything they don't want to do. I'm not some fucking pimp, man. She said no, it's not my damn fault the guy got pissed!"
A dulled thump made the wall shake, and another gasp of pain made it through to Clarice's ears. "They're... they're mostly just kids, man..." she could hear Rob moan.
"Kids gotta grow up sometime," the security guard pointed out, his voice still infuriatingly reasonable. Clarice really wished she could remember his name. She didn't think he had one. "People would pay a lot to pop a mutie cherry."
"She's FIFTEEN!" Rob hissed back, voice sounding almost outraged. "My daughter turns fifteen next month, you sick son of a bitch. Look, I'm doing the best I can here. A few muties want to show off, and a few clients want to watch 'em. But you never said anything about it going this far, man. I... I've done everything you asked. Come on, man. Please..."
"You get more...entertainers, Ones who WILL do what the clients want, or your daughter will be will suddenly find herself needing to support her family. Here. Capice?" Clarice couldn't believe what she was hearing. This was sick and disgusting and why she joined the X-Men. Pretty leather uniform aside, this was why she did what she did. This is why they all did. It was all she could do to not burst in and try to save Rob. That was not why she was there. She was there to gather intel exactly like she was doing right now.
A loud sigh that was a hair's breadth from a sob almost tempted Clarice to go right through the wall. "How many more?" Rob asked quietly. "I just want... look, I'll get you more, then I'm through, all right? Done. Like you promised. I've brought in ten times what I owed you guys. My family's living in a goddamn trailer, okay? Just... I want to be done with this. If that means the girls put out, then fine, the girls put out. But I want out."
"Oh, you'll get out," Clarice would almost see the sleazy smile on the security guards face, "No problem. When I say you can. And right now I say you get out there and do your job!"
Quickly but without any hurry, Clarice headed back into the dressing room to fix her makeup. She had to be back out to wait tables in a few minutes and she wanted to transcribe as much as she could before she forgot it. This wasn't what they had thought at all. Humans weren't exploiting mutants, it was just greedy people being greedy people. That didn't make it better, but it did change the dynamics a bit.
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