He was surprised, turnin down a room for one of them shitty beds in the group rooms. No special treatment. He liked that. This was his fucking place, aint nobody's elses, and he didn't like to share. 30/70. She was really gonna bargain with him.

"Are you fuckin kiddin me. Your gonna haggle with me in my joint."

He thought about it as he took the last possible drag off of his cigar before he flicked it away and blew the smoke at her.

"Okay. You get 30%. But you better bet I am gonna make you earn it on Sunday's princess."

He nodded to himself, obviously thinking about the whole thing. 

"Lets go princess, inside. Ill  buy yous a drink to celebrate our deal. Yous better remember your own words. Im the King round here."

She tossed the butt of her second cigarette aside and smiled. Whether he knew it or not, in her country blowing smoke in a ladies face had a meaning. She looped her arms in his and laid a small kiss on his cheek. "I'm countin' on it Big Boy. My word is the only true thing I have of value, i don't tend to give it away willy nilly. " she winked and walked away back inside, taking the seat she had been sitting in before they had left. 

Ame motioned to the bartender to prepare two more drinks. She would keep her word, in her opinion this was the finest brothel she had ever laid eyes upon, and he ruled the roost. But men could only do so well, these girls needed the support of a woman too, it's easier to persuade a broken gal when you share genitals. She'd work by their side, gain their respect before rising to the top. Someday, he would need that extra helping hand.

He let her hold his arm as they walked in, he felt pretty good about their arrangement. He had been prepared to go 70/30 with the broad, but having her, no complaints, whatever he wanted on Sundays. Now that was nice. He could get used to that. He listened to her talk about her word and he could respect that, he too put value to his word but this dame was wrong. Her body was the most valuable thing that she had, and he was looking to teach her that.

They sat down together on the same stools that they met at, she waved johnny down for some more whiskey, which he decided to monitor her on from now on. The broad drank like a fish. He took his and he slammed it like normal, all the while he thought about their new arrangement.

"Since your on the inside. I got a special job for yous. Your gonna keep an eye on my girls for me. Let me know what they are thinkin, what they need, what they want, and what your hearin. They don't talk to us like they talk to each other, and yous one of them."

It would be nice to have a set of eyes and ears that he could trust with his girls, you never knew what they were up to.

"OH, and I got a little side gig for all my girls. Get the johns talkin about their jobs and their families. You find out anything interesting, I offer a bonus for it."

"Now your thinking what i'm thinking, why else do you think I don't want a new room? Special attention will separate me from these girls. Right now they think i'm a young stupid child who has no idea what the world is capable of. I intend to keep it that way." People opened up easier when they think the other person is the more vulnerable. "It's the same in every brothel. The girls trust each other cause we're all in the same boat." 

".. and for you love i'll pay the closest of attention. " she tossed the drink back and stood up. " Anyway the night is young and I've yet to have a job tonight, I should probably get to work.. Time is  money.."

He watched her walk away and he realized how dangerous she really was. He would have to watch her ambition, lest he end up in the river and she end up in his office. He had to admit though, things were getting boring around here, and she did seem like the cure.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigar, taking the time to smell it before lighting it. God the Cubans knew how to make these things. 

Now was her chance to show off a bit, a demonstration of her value. Amelia chose to take a seat beside a couple of older men. With a few brushes of their thigh, and her flirtatious giggles she had them hooked. Standing up they surrounded her, each slipping an arm around her middle as she guided them towards the back private rooms, selecting one that was free. She figured with two men, she could probably occupied for about 2 hours or so, night was still young so she'd still be able to take a few clients even after these two depending on how long it took to clean herself up. 

The room was one of her favorites, with dark black walls and frilly silk fabric that trapped from a ceiling like a tent. The room was decorated in white Christmas lights, soft blankets and big bushy pillows. She pushed both men on to the bed and stood before them slipping out of her skimpy green dress to reveal the lacey undergarments and fishnet stockings. After her clothes were off it didn't take very long for the men to jump into the main activities. Within 45 mins she had both gentlemen exhausted and spent and managed to make a grand off of them. Less than an hour and 1000$ bucks was a pretty decent haul, plus the boys had tipped very well giving her an extra hundred each. With a peck on the cheek they were gone , vowing to return again someday. 

Ame pinned up here hair and stepped into the shower in the ensuite bathroom. 10 minutes later she was out again fresh and clean smelling of delicious vanilla. She adjusted her hair, and touched up her makeup til she was the picture of perfection. She left the room closing the door behind her and moved on to find her next prey. Personal goal was to make about 3k before calling it a night at 4 am, and already she was off to a pretty damn good start.

Tommy had watched her, she wasn't an amateur. You couldn't imagine how bad a girl could be at seduction. I mean didn't that come natural. He took a long drag off his cigar, a whiskey in his other hand. Satisfied he got up and walked behind the bar and to his office, he kicked his feet up and he began to read today's paper. Sometimes you could find something that had to do with one of the families, though they never called that out. He whistled, one sharp note, and a large bald man walked in. Well muscled, tall, and dressed in all black. 

"Boris. Keep an eye on the new girl, when shes done for the night, do not let her go to her bed, bring her to me instead. Oh. Your on collections tonight too." 

The large man nodded, he was quiet and he was loyal. He was probably one of the people that he trusted the most. He looked up and watched Boris leave, then returned to his paper.

Her second customer was a solo mission, younger man fairly strong and muscular with a face that looked as though it had been hit by a shovel. He was a tourist, visiting from Canada apparently and his friends had the neat idea to get him a prostitute so the 30 year old man could officially lose his virginity. Amelia just saw that as easy dollars - you could rock a virgins world with half the work than someone who knew what they were getting. Of course she'd give him the special treatment, milk every penny from his pocket if she could. She brought him to the same room, and found it absolutely hilarious just how memorized he was by being able to hold a real breast. They spent the majority of the time kissing and groping until he got off in minutes, after a few quick thrusts really it was barely any fun. 

She cuddled him affectionately on his way out the door and gave him a cute little wave. "You come back and see me again next time your in time handsome" She cooed after him after he passed her another 800 $ . Soon she was up to her goal and figured it would be time to call it a night. Like before she stepped back into the shower only this time she let the hot water run through her hair washing away the tangles and the smell of sweat. She wrapped herself in a robe and towel dried her hair as best she cold, before wrapping it into a messy bun on the back of her head. She opened the door to the private room and stepped out to  see one of the guards, Boris almost bumping right into him. 

"Oh! Hello." She smiled and tried to move past him.. " s'cuse me love, was gunna retire for the night?"

"Follow me miss. " 

"Ah.. okay? I should probably get dressed first though, i wasn't exactly expecting to have to go somewhere other than bed." 

"Nope. Your fine." His words were sharp and short. He lead her to a section of the building she hadn't exactly been in before. As they walked she paid attention to windows, and doors that could potentially lead to the outside. She didn't know any of these people very well, and if something was to go south she would need a way out and this just made  her  feel odd. People that didn't talk much always had something to hide... 

"Ok...."

Boris lead Amelia to his office, and had her sit down, he waved Boris off.

"You can leave."

He folded the paper up and set it down on his cluttered desk, and looked up to her. Boris left quietly and shut the door behind him.

"Hello Princess. Did you have a good night? You seem to know what your doing at the least."

Boris opened the door and lead her inside a lovely office. She looked over at the desk relieved to see Tommy sitting on the other side of it. She relaxed a little bit and took the seat across from him crossing her legs. The heels were gone now, replaced by a pair of thin soled flats, now showing just how short she kinda was. She folded her hands in her lap and smiled. 

"Ya was a pretty fun night I have to admit. Made about 4g's, I'm happy with that."

She pulled out her compact of smokes and looked up at him. "May I? It's been hours." 

He nodded at her, giving permission for her to smoke. 

"Until I trust you, I will be doing your collections personally. You made 4000. Yous keep 1200. The rest is mine, put it on the desk, big bills please."

He watched her trying to gauge her reaction at his personal collections.

"Don't try to cheat me either. It won't go well."

She was smoking. So would he. He stood up and walked over to his humidor, on the other side of the room, took a nice cigar out and walked back to the desk. He cut it, lit it, and took a long drag off of the fragrant cigar.

She rolled her eyes and took the cash from her pocket, insulted that he would even think she would rob from him. She took him outside earlier in hopes of trying to prove a point - that she was there to be a hand for him, a symbiotic relationship. She refused to be a parasite and was far from a thief. She took the money from her robe and counted out 500$ which was really all she needed and laid the 3500$ on the table. Clearly, their little talk didn't work. That was fine, she would prove her point to him eventually, or if he kept it up for too long, she would move on to someone else's joint and start making them loot instead. 

She pulled a long drag on her cigarette, and blew the smoke away from him towards the floor. And sat in silence waiting to be dismissed so she could get some sleep. Her body was starting to get a little sore from all the nights work and she wasn't really a fan of being scrutinized.

"Is that all you needed?" she asked, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Leaning forward doubting out the smoke in a near by ash tray.

He looked at her, and the grabbed the stack of cash. He flipped through it real quick and pulled 700 away from it and set it in front of her.

"I told you I am fair. You got a look about you now. You pissed off or something?"

He looked up at her, expecting her to answer.

She smiled her fake smile, the one that won over all the boys and stood to her feet turning to walk away from the money. 

"And i believe i told you i was here to help you and yet you still make an assumption that i'm going to cheat you. Fucking insulting" Though she smiled her words were on fire. "Keep your cash, I have enough for one night." 

It didn't matter, London to Detroit all men were the same controlled by greed and cocks. Maybe she'd try Montreal or Toronto instead... 

Tommy didn't like insubordination, not from his girls, not from his guys, not from nobody. He raised his voice, it was his natural course, he didn't really mean anything from it.

"Sit your fucking ass down and take the cash. I don't think your going to cheat me, I'm just running you through the same shit I run everybody through. You talk to me with some respect."

He was looking at her right now, trying to read her face. He had pissed her off, he hadn't even realized it. Fucking women were so damn difficult. His voice softened, he sighed audibly and then took a drag on his cigar.

"Look. I know. I aint the easiest person to deal with princess. Take the money. Please. You earned it. Go get yourself some rest, and be patient, yeah?"

She raised an eyebrow when he raised his voice, without flinching. Keep talking like that and she most certainly would not be staying here. After 5 years in this industry it was really becoming apparent that if you come from nothing you will always mean nothing regardless of your talent, your beauty or potential. She took the money to shut him up, reaching maximum level of frustration to the point Ame could feel the tears stinging behind her eyes. She pushed her tongue against the rough of her mouth, a trick she learned to force the tears to recede for a little while longer - she refused to cry in front of him. 

She reached out and took the money shoving it into the pocket of her robe before slowly walking out the door not saying another word. Just outside there was another young lass, she started roughly the same time Amelia had. She was in a panic, somehow she had lost some of the cash she had made bringing her total from 1g to 600$. Her face was red and streaked with tears. 

"Hey, shush give that up you don't want him to see you look weak. " she sighed and wiped away the tears and took the 700 from her pocket and handed off to the other lass. "Don't fret lass, Everything will be okay just stay calm. You take this and we'll look to see where you misplaced the money later. If he asks about the tears just say you had a rough night alright?" when she had sufficiently calmed the girl, and the puffiness was a bit presentable she sent her along her way. 

She had wanted to rest but the sun was now rising, it was far to bright she'd never get fall asleep. Instead she ran up to her chambers and dressed in something a little more casual, less revealing. Coffee seemed like a good remedy for such an odd night. She stepped outside onto the streets of the awakening city, leaving the brothel behind her.

He sighed, the one bad thing about working with girls is they always made him out to be a monster. He bent over backwards for these broads, and the minute he raised his voice they acted like he beat them.  The next girl came in with her money, tears on her cheeks. He shook his head. 

"Karly. Sit down doll.  Whats a matter? Somebody fuckin hurt you?"

He was protective over his girls, he had beat more then one person near to death personally for getting a little rough. She dodged the question, saying that nobody touched her like that, she was fine. He watched her intently, suspecting otherwise. He stood and walked over to her beckoning her for a hug.

"Hey it will be alright doll. Keep my cut this time. Everything will be alright."

She walked out of the room and he shook his head. He needed to get out of this place, get a breath of fresh air, that new girl had him a little worked up. He took one step out of the door when Boris, ever faithful Boris, let him know that the new girl left. Shit. He probably scared her off. She was an earner, and she was family. So he set out to find her.

It was a lovely morning, sun high in the sky that quickly warmed up the ground and made her cardigan completely unnecessary. She chose a sweet little cafe about a 20 minute walk from the brothel. She had her hair pinned back, and didn't apply any makeup before she left and was managing to stay invisible pretty well, Only noticed by a few construction works she past along the way. Amelia chose a seat outside with a table and an umbrella. A little boy passed her by selling the days newspaper. She paid and tip the young lad before returning to her seat to watch the morning unfold and enjoy the peace, and quiet.

"Do you need a refill miss?" The young coffee barista asked.

"yes please actually, and may i have a glass of water aswell?" 

"Of course!" The girl was sweet, maybe 16 at the oldest. Was probably her families buisness or something. She was in a generous mood, keep up that cheerful personality and she'll soon see quite a lovely tip .

Tommy wasn't an amateur, he had guys all over the block keeping an eye on things, if something went down he wanted to know everything, and he wanted to be prepared. Every girl that left the brothel got tailed, it was for their safety, if something went down, they would still be protected. He talked to a few of his boys and they drove in the direction that she and Jimmy were headed, It didn't take him too long to find them. She was at the Meyer's place, they were good people. He waved his guys to stay in the car and wait for him and he walked up to her taking a seat. The Barista smiled as he approached, everybody knew Tommy was a good tipper. It helped to have friends everywhere, tips were a small price to pay for that. 

"Hey Princess. I hope you don't mind if I join you?"

He waved for the barista to come over, then he ordered himself a black coffee, all the while he watched Amelia, trying to read her face.

She heard his voice and chills went up her spine. This operation was really gunna cut into her privacy. Her blood instantly began to boil when he decided to take a seat across from him. But she was good at hiding her emotions, she didn't want him to see just how much he had gotten under her skin, that was just one quick step away from him having the ability to manipulate her and she didn't need to deal with that shit on top of everything else. 

"Sure Boss." she folded her newspaper and laid it neatly on the table reaching for her drink. 

"Karly okay? she seemed a little upset when i left." She figured this would be away to keep the topic of conversation off of herself, but to also find out what had gone on between the two before she left and hoped karly was in better condition than she was earlier rather than worse.