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| The Salty Clam | Started by: dooogle on Jun 20, '12 22:15 |
A long line of at least 12 homeless-looking patrons stood outside the plain brick building that contained no windows. At the back of the line, you noticed a man with a clipboard and a pen, speaking to those in line. He seemed to be taking orders. You curiously approached the building and recognized the clipboard man as dooogle.
“Hey pal..end of the line. What would you like and from who?” dooogle did not even glance at your face as he prepared to write. Impatiently, he tapped his foot. Looking up, he smiled. "Oh, sorry friend. Didn't realize you have never been here before. Welcome to The Salty Clam – we're... an escort service. Tonight's special is Kandi and Kim for 30 mins half price, any way you like it. Or you can try our new talent, Sally – you won't need more than 5 mins buddy, but I'll still have to charge you with the 30 min rate, so take your time."
You stare blankly back at dooogle.
He continues without hesitation. "Of course we're short staffed tonight and only have 4 girls this evening. You'll have to wait in line, but we can have the girl ready and willing before you go behind the curtain. Don't worry though, we spray each one down after every customer..." dooogle looks back at you waiting for a response.
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In Detroit, miles away from New York and MILES away from his misses, Mr Adams steps out of the cab he got at Wayne County Airport. Through the car windows you can hear the cab driver shouting... "CRAZY MOFO, YOU ARE THE MOST HORRIBLE SINGER EVER!!" In a split second Mr. Adams draws his gun. "WHAT?!!" The cab driver drives away, tyres screeching and the door still open. "That's what I thought!!" Mr Adams walks away and start singing.... |
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| Reply by: MrAdams at Jun 21, '12 13:49 | |
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Clipboard in hand, dooogle ponders MrAdams options. As a fellow NYer, he wanted to provide him the best time possible at the lowest possible rate. He scanned the waiting list and projected times each lady would become available.
MrAdams! Glad you had an opportunity to stop by! If you're looking for a good time at a low rate, this is definitely the place. I'd like to recommend Sally - sure, she's pushing 50 years of age and could stand to lose five....to thirty pounds...but the grip that woman has is amazing. She could squeeze milk out of a rock, that's no lie!
dooogle winced at the thought. Just days earlier, Sally was auditioning for her position at The Salty Clam and had to prove her worth. The usual talent scout, Phil Shiffley, was out sick so dooogle had to fill in. The bruising was going away, but the way the operated...
He shrugged to himself and thought, as long as The Result is the same. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked back at MrAdams.
She has not gained in popularity yet, hence her cheap rates. She also has the shortest wait list at the moment, only 5 men in front of her. A bit of advice before you go in, do NOT kiss her.
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| Reply by: dooogle at Jun 22, '12 01:41 | |
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Not having enjoyed the company and exceptional talents of Sally last time he visited the Motor City - he was called back to New York for some urgent business - Mr Adams is excited to be at 'The Salty Clam' again. Excited to say the least, as his old lady is having her monthly period... |
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| Reply by: MrAdams at Jun 24, '12 19:25 | |
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Embarrassed by MrAdams request, dooogle leaned in real close so others in line would not hear what he was about to say.
MrAdams, I operate a business here that caters to a specific niche. Low quality women are my specialty. A satisfying relief? Any of these women listed on the menu can provide that, and that's a guarantee. I recruit each of them myself from the crack houses, homeless shelters, pyche wards, etc. Test 'em too.....but if you'd like something a bit...unique...I have something that some of our clientele go for. Take a look but don't advertise buddy. These, I do NOT test, so purchase at your own risk - no refunds!
dooogle leaves MrAdams personal bubble, checks over both shoulders, and flips over his clipboard. Displayed discretely in fine print, MrAdams reads from another menu.
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| Reply by: dooogle at Jun 25, '12 22:28 | |
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A bit astonished at what she has walked into she speaks meekly, "I think I have come to the wrong place. I was looking for a bar." |
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| Reply by: LittleRed_RidingHood at Jun 26, '12 01:09 | |
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I'll have one of those silver tongue salty specials. But I might stiff her... on the bill. |
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| Reply by: VictorWard at Jun 26, '12 07:10 | |
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Shamelessly, Mooshie steps into The Salty Clam. Only hearing about this business twice before he decided to take a visit. Scanning the clipboard carefully, he came across a familiar name. "Kim" he said under his breath. The name belong to one of his ex's years ago. The memories travelled through his mind as he couldn't resist it anymore he shouts "I want her! Kim, I want her!" |
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| Reply by: Mooshie at Jun 27, '12 15:51 | |
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As dooogle show's 5 men to the door inside the club, he begins hosing down Sally - he has been informed she has another willing customer.
Hope this one will be a little gentler with her, he thinks to himself. Sally had just served up an impressive number of street Thugs prior to taking on the 5-man party. A couple mobsters from Detroit were celebrating a good take and decided to "splurge" all over...erm, on the Salty Clam and it's fine service.
Ah VictorWard, come in come in! dooogle smiles at his old friend as he holds the door open for him. Behind the curtain, Sally should have been just about done drying herself off.
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| Reply by: dooogle at Jun 30, '12 20:56 | |
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Thanks Doogle.
Goes off with said Sally
Commits some acts that are illegal in certain states.
Breaks some glasses and liquor bottles.
Well that was a decent time doogle.
Slips Doogle a few hundred.
Sorry about the mess... that should covered.
Waves to Sally.
See you again babe after you clean off. |
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| Reply by: VictorWard at Jul 02, '12 23:06 | |
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UA is back in Detroit on a mission this time. She has heard of a shop owner who extorted her Boss. The word was he owned a business here in town that was still active even after his death. A rival mob's family had stepped in and was profiting mightily.
UA and the others went in a coffee shop and waited for his report. They watched as he spoke with a man holding a clipboard. The thug threw his hands in the air and backed off. He walked around the corner and a few minutes later appeared in the coffee shop.
They were taking orders ma'am. For women. Even the list was disgusting. I remember it well! he said with a repulsive look. He grabbed a napkin and began writing out what he saw.
The man had talked about hosing someone off for him before his turn I've seen many revolting things in my life and this makes the top two for sure! he stated. There is a front door and a back door to this place. That is it. Not a single window anywhere. |
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| Reply by: Undercover-Angel at Jul 21, '12 17:12 | |
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Vedder entered the building from the rear entrance and took a deep breath. It had been weeks since anyone had been serviced here. The smell of urine filled his lungs and made his nostrils dance. He looked down at the contract he carried in his left hand and sighed.
"Of all the businesses my father could have left me..." Vedder mumbled to himself.
The ink was still fresh. In his final will, doogle had wanted his son Vedder to take complete ownership of The Salty Clam once he reached a certain milestone. Vedder looked around the building and noticed there were a total of four rooms only separated by plywood. Each room had a floor drain, a water spicket in the corner of the room and a plastic massage table in center of the room. The mattresses had been stolen after his father died and stopped paying the talent. Vedder figured his dad's Boss didn't know about the business, as she was a classy woman.
"We've got a lot of work to do Jackie," he said as he turned to face his associate.
"Get this shithole ready, we open again in a week. Don't worry too much about cleaning - we'll take a hose to the place and keep the lighting dark. Find some mattresses being tossed in the alleys of Detroit. Leave the talent search to me..." Vedder smiled as he left his Thug to do the bitch work... |
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| Reply by: Vedder at Aug 08, '12 22:05 | |
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