As you walk down the unassuming sidewalk you can't help but notice the florescent buzzing of the pink neon sign over your head. It stuck out a bit in this area of town, bolted to a plain brick building nestled between A tailor and shoe shop. The sign read, in gaudy lettering "The Honey Hole" with a crude flashing bumble bee next to it. The only thing more distracting than the neon light sign was the beautiful woman standing outside the door. She was dressed in a classy, yet revealing dress...much too short to be a simple housewife, standing outside for a breath of fresh air. No, this girl had the look of a hunter, her smoky eye make up gave her a perpetual "come-and-get-me" look, and her scarlet hair stuck out against her pale skin. She smiled brightly as you approach. "Hey Hun, you look stressed..." she says as she takes your hand without hesitation, leading you into the building.

You pass a rough looking man who sneers at you as you pass, obviously a bouncer. The first thing you notice is the loud, brash sound of big band played on the stage by gangly musicians. The smell of cheap perfume permeates the air, and a haze of cigar smoke hung over the entire room. Mixed together the sensations were dizzying. by design of course. To your surprise and delight you notice the waitstaff are all beautiful women, well endowed for their jobs. Each was dressed in a traditional French maid outfit, modified with the brassiere missing so their breasts were exposed for all the valued customers, and of course beneath the frills there was nothing but smooth ivory skin. You feel a heat rise beneath your collar as the girl from the road sits you at the bar. The bartender slides you a glass of whiskey on the rocks giving you a knowing grin as he does. "First one's on the house, bub." You take a sip, it burns delightfully going down. You take a moment to look around, this was a classy joint to be sure. The lights were dim and almost all the red velvet couches were occupied; some with big-wigs that had no shame, getting to know their waitress a little better right out in the open. Others just sat with them cuddled up as they puffed on fine cigars. You turn back to see the girl who brought you in emerging from the back in a maid outfit as well now. She smiles as you pick your jaw up off the floor.

The Honey Hole had been Amelia's home for about a week now. She had kept her eye out for brothel's and the sort since she came to Detroit. To some it may have been a shady trade to some, but she had made a successful living out of the affair for quite some time. The honey hole seemed to be the most fitting for a girl of her stature class. It didn't take much to get the job, one look at her and you knew she was gonna make mad money. In the 4 days she had spent working here, she had already served about 8 customers for different things. Admittedly some were very odd, the weirdest request so far being that of a man who paid five hundred dollars just to paint her toes nails. Easy money like that and she was sure to stick around. 

The dress she chose tonight was a bright emerald green, an extremely complimenting color for her complexion. It clung to her in all the right places and tapered off just above her knee, with straps that draped off of her shoulders. She wore tall 5 inch mary-jane heels that buckled around her ankles that helped give the appearance that she was 5'7 when really she was a short lady standing flat foot at 5'2. Her hair was long and dark ebony with loose curls that extended to the middle of her back. Her makeup was kept simple, she didn't really need much where she was already such a natural beauty, just a line of black liner, curled lashes  to accent her baby blue eyes, and puffy ruby red lips.  

Knowing all too well just how much attractive she was, Amelia eye'd what she hoped would be the wealthiest men in the club, They usually couldn't refuse her bedroom eyes, and seductive charm. Her gaze settled upon a man she had seen here several times over the past few nights but he hadn't really noticed her much. She would change that tonight. With a click of her heels she approached him, dragging her fingernails across his shoulders until she was standing in front of him. Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear, batting the lashes of her pretty blues

"You know, i could rock your world if you give me the chance." softly she pecked his cheek and turned to take a seat by the bar.

Tommy tuned and looked at the girl. He had been told about her, the new girl. Commission based, and she seemed to be bringing in good money. He held his whiskey up and downed it, setting  the glass on the table and sliding it over to Johnny, the Barkeep.

"Oh yeah, Doll? You sure about that one?"

He liked her already, she didn't know him yet, but she would. He waved a hand over to johnny to make it two. He had been wanting to feel this girl out anyway.

Smirking Ame looked around at all the other women in the room, most of them had been in practice for quite some time, and showed signs of excessive drug use. Their bodies too thin, their cheeks sunken. Make up could hide a lot but it couldn't reverse time and consequences to shitty mistakes. Amelia made a point of staying clean, she did some drugs every now and then but kept it to things she could swallow, never would she cross over to snorting or injections because in her opinon - thats how real addictions begun. She managed to maintain her childlike youth, with chubby rosey cheeks, and bright flawless skin. 

She smiled and thank the barkeep, sloshing the liquid around in the glass as she motioned towards all the other ladies. "Trust me boy, these girls ain't got nothing on me." she down the whiskey, keeping a straight face despite the burn on its way to her stomach. She motioned for another two and slid Johnny a 20 across the table. 

"The name's amelia, and your Tommy right?" 

Tommy slammed this whiskey, as was his way of drinking. Her eyes were on him, and he laughed out loud. 

"You got some balls Amelia. I like a woman who knows what she wants, and how to use it. If you know my name though, then you probably know that I run this joint."

He watched her drink the whiskey like a man, he could appreciate that too. So far he was impressed with this one. They did a good job when they hired this girl. Two more whiskeys slid down the bar, and so did a 20. Tommy shook his head at Johnny, and he brought the 20 back and set it down next to her drink.

"Ah, Guilty as charge" She chuckled holding her hands up in surrender. "Your right I do know who you are, and in a way I can be a bit full of myself. Honestly you were hurting my feelings not even coming up to say hello... " she play-pouted to hide her smile. "was starting to think i wasn't pretty enough... " Dramatically she brought her hand to her forehead.

She took her drink and leaned and arm on the back of the barstool, turning to face him she crossed her long legs. "Now how is that fair, just because you own the place no one is aloud to buy you a drink? Thats a silly world, you deserve special treatment too, no matter how much money is in your pocket"

Oh he was starting to really like this girl, he turned to face her, smiling that big grin of his.

"Im a busy guy, I trust my boys to do the hiring, and for good reason. You were a good catch."

He wasn't a man to give compliments easily, he meant what he said.

"Your gonna go far here, make a lot of money and I'm going to take real good care of you Doll. You ain't gotta buy me my own whiskey, if you want to give me special treatment we can do it in private later."

"Eh i wouldn't exactly give your boys the credit for finding me. I found you" she winked and playfully ran her finger tip around the rim of the empty glass. "You should feel flattered, I looked at many locations , your establishment was the one that i preferred, i practically handed myself over to your boys." 

Raising an eyebrow she contemplated what he had said. One way to show off would certainly be to give him a private show.. but that wasn't her intentions for tonight's meeting. This one was strictly to make him aware of her existence and to score a few points on his favorites list. "Why thank you, making money just happens to be my favorite pass time and I'm pretty good at it, so thats exactly what I intend to do, make you and I quite a lot of cash" she stood up off her chair. "Honestly, I'm just here to make a formal introduction, so that we both know that the other one exists, maybe steal some of that special attention from you that all the other girls talk about. " 

She down the remnants of her drink and started to walk toward the exit. "Care to join me, it's getting stuffy in here and I'd kill a hobo for a cigarette." 

"You found me, eh. Suppose I am lucky then. I think you and this place are going to get along real well."

He watched her carefully, noting her facial expressions as she spoke, he watched her play with her glass. 

"Well consider us to be acquainted. You prove yourself to be an earner doll, and I promise you plenty of my special attention. I take care of my girls, you'll see."

He followed her out back, pulling a nice cigar from his pocket, and lighting it. God how he loved the flavor, those cubans knew what they were doing. 

She pulled a thing black case from her breast, she usually tucked away a few things in there using them as pockets considering most of the dresses she wore didn't really have much storage. She pulled one of them out and brought it her lips. She searched the other side of her dress for a light and couldn't seem to find it, meaning she must have lost it inside the bar. She chewed her lip semi annoyed until she saw the flame in Tommy's hand. "Can I bum a bit of fire off ya mate?" Now that she was getting a bit more comfortable with him, her english accent started to shine through. 

Amelia was born somewhere around liverpool. She didn't exactly know the precise location considering she had been dropped off there when she was merely a few days old. She grew up in an orphanage and was taken care of by a small group of super crazy catholic nuns. Oh boy if they could see her now they would surely roll over in their graves - assuming they were dead by now.. they were ancient when she was a child so they must be at least half way to dusty now. 

After lighting her cigarette, she pulled a long drag and inhaled deeply, before blowing the smoke out of the tight hole she made with her lips. "So why a brothel boss? What really brought you to Detroit?" she said, attempting to spark a bit more conversation. She didn't know many people here in the city, and this Big boy seemed to be someone you would want as close "friend". 

Tommy chuckled, his large frame rippled, and a big grin spread across his face as he extended his cigar to light her up.

"I didn't peg you for a limey. Exotic. The johns love exotic."

He shook his head for a second still grinning as they smoked together, her question was fair, but he never planned to open a brothel.

"What better Headquarters then a brothel. Its a great place to get information, to get blackmail, and to get money. I offer free snatch and booze to the right person and I get influence, I get influence, and I get power. Everyone loves a brothel. Makes sense to me anyway. Since we askin questions now, how bout you princess, what brought you into this game?"

Princess. She liked that , was one of those nicknames she had heard quite often. One she rather enjoyed, especially coming from his lips. 

"Honestly i'm here because i have no obligation to be anywhere else, so why not here? I have no proper education, no family to help take care of me and a lass in her early twenties in this day and age doesn't have very many job opportunities. So I did the one thing i knew i was good at. But the streets of london got messy, disease's everywhere, so i had to get out of there. So i figured why not try the american dream that every one talks about... now you see this is where i get shady - I don't exactly have papers to be here, which means lots of proper jobs that normal ladies can get i can't. I need to stick to the shifty side of the world. Granted i'm okay with it, I rather like my job." She took another long drag, and held it in before expelling the large cloud of smoke. "Oh by the way i probably should have mentioned that eh? Illegal immigrant and all that.."

"I don't give a fuck if your an illegal immigrant, nobody sniffs around my business. You'll get a bed, and three hots so long as you keep up good work, I am sure they discussed your pay when they brought you in. Anything else you need, you come find me.  You do real good work for me, get in my good graces princess, and I promise you, Ill get you a citizenship."

He took a long drag off of his cigar and blew a cloud of rich smoke out. 

They had discussed a little bargain when she first got here, but now that she had landed herself in this situation, maybe it would be wise to see just what he had to offer her. "Well honestly they didn't into the detail, I've only gotten paid a couple times few hundred here and there, what exactly i'm I expected to make here?" 

The cigarette burned out and she tossed it to the ground, dabbing out the flame with the tip of her shoe. "And I got to admit, having papers would be very satisfying indeed. No fear of getting shipped back, real opportunity lies in getting papers."

He took a long drag from his cigar, they gave her the run down. But he didn't blame her for wanting to try. 

"You get what your given, be a real earner and you get more. Stay under my roof and no one will ship you no where, papers or no papers."

Every girl that has ever walked into this place wanted to try to talk money. No thats not how he did things. He was fair, who else provided food, lodging, clothing, hygienic supplies, jimmies, protection, a working environment that drew customers and still paid them cash. Nah his girls could take what was given and be thankful they weren't at someone elses joint.

She chewed her lip to attempt to hide the disappointment. This girl had been making her own money since she had the ability to do so, and keeping 100% Of the profits and for the most part she kept up a very respectful budget. She also understood that there must be a larger portion than what goes to her to cover her living expenses - that was a given. She just would have liked to know exactly what she was working so hard for, it would demonstrate just how much she is valued right now and it would be a reference in future to see just how much she had grown here.

She shrugged it off and took out another cigarette. It was easier to hear outside, temperature was tolerable and noise pollution was far less than inside that brothel's bar. "By the way, I don't know how big of news it is or anything.. and honestly I'm still learning so I exactly know how fast word spreads in the family, and honestly it may not be important enough to talk about - quite honestly I haven't exactly met many members yet..  but I was Sponsored into yours by Arizona few days back. She may have held my hand a little and pointed me in your direction. So I guess that makes us family some how eh? "

Tommy listened to her talk, she seemed nervous with what she was saying. He'd remember that she tended to repeat herself when nervous, in case he needed to catch her in a lie later. He began to choke on the smoke of his cigar with her last statement. Shit. Arizona sent her. Fuck.

"Arizona eh. Shit. Welcome to the family. If your family, you get the know, cuz your above them other girls. Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner. Was yous playin a game with me or somethin?" 

She smiled and laughed a genuine smile. "Well I am serious, I don't know how important that information is just yet. Besides I figured I'd scope you out a bit first, see how you treat a lady, especially an employee. I've had a lot of bad influences in the past and I got make sure I avoid those situations.. But I gotta say Arizona's word has held up..." 

"... To be honest i haven't had much of a chance to talk to anybody and back home there isn't much of this stuff. Just greedy men, and dirty landlords. Sorry if I have offended you in anyway, I just like to feel out people before offering personal details. Better save than sorry ya know? 

Pfft. Tommy shook his head as he took a long drag on the steadily shortening cigar. This one could be trouble. But she was here now and she was workin, so she gets a cut, but he would make sure to keep a good eye on her. Ain't nobody musclin into his operation.

"I treat my girls fair. Alot better then you will find at most places. A happy girl is an earner, a sad girl dont make shit. If your family now I can't just throw you into a bed and put you to work. You get a fair cut. Keep your mouth shut about all this, i don't want none of the other girls bustin me for raises. You hear me. Ill throw all the other benefits in, and you we split the take on your jobs 80/20. Anybody messes with you here, or anywhere, your under my protection, and Ill deal with them. Capisce?"

"Actually about that. I don't actually expect a better room, or any of the perks. I work for my place, I don't take just because of a name. So how's about..." She stepped closer to him as she spoke and placed a hand on his chest. "I keep the bed I'm in right now, it's cozy i'm attached. No special treatment, throw me in a bed and put me to work. I'll keep my mouth shut to the ladies and earn my right to be in the family..." 

"... You give me 30/70, plus i'll be your personal little princess on Sundays - whatever your mind can think up." she leaned in close whispering so he had to pay close attention.

"I feel like your getting the wrong impression of me. See in my eyes right now your the king, and all i wish is too be your little princess who becomes the Queen." She stepped back from him shyly batting her pretty blue eyes, speaking with confidence in her voice once more. "I'm a smart lass, and I'm on your side mate remember that. Now i'm getting a little chilly, care to buy me another to warm me up?"