The Roaring 20's at Jasmine's

[mars99]

Grant

Her magneticism grew with each word she spoke. She spoke confidently with an air of seduction that raised even the hairs on the back of my neck. My desire to get fully acquainted with this woman was as profound as the sense of danger permeating the walls of the club.

"Well, my dear, Jasmine has always promised me there will be a room waiting for me upstairs at all times. Won't you join me?" I took her hand and kissed it softly, guiding her toward the red velvet staircase.

 

[Angelus]

Clyde raised his glass of whiskey to Desiree and smiled then said, "Okay, then I guess we can toast to a damn good night. That sounds better than nothing, wouldn't you say."

Clyde then looked at Desiree as she took a sip of the whiskey and was instantly taken by how beautiful she was. She was more than beautiful, she was like a goddess in this place. He knew that he would like nothing more than to have a woman like Desiree with him but he didn't know how to ask her. It seemed weird but he was a former fighter and the person that kept the peace in this place and yet he couldn't even ask the woman that was standing in front of him if she would like to go out somewhere with him.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

His eyes on me disconcerted me, and I could feel the beginning of a blush staining my cheeks. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I had lost my blush long before I lost my virginity.

Say something, ya goose! a voice screamed at me. "Clyde." oh god, was that breathless whisper really my voice? "Um, what you did for Lindsey, that was really great. O'Reilly can be a real asshole when he wants to, and the kid doesn't need that kind of hassel." I leaned forward intending to place a soft kiss on his cheek, but somehow he turned and I found myself lip locked with the sexy bartender. I couldn't move, could barely breathe. So, I just closed my eyes and went with it.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine saw immediately that Sal had left her place. "Remercier, le Dieu! He's gone," she thought with desperate relief. She couldn't spend another moment thinking about what she would do concerning her thorny little problem. That was for later.

Her amber gaze swept over her club. She was eternally grateful to her wonderful employees who had kept 'Jasmine's' humming along while the lady herself was indisposed. She noticed that Grant had arrived. She fought down the urge to greet him like the old friend that he was. She could see that he and Bethany were getting along beautifully. The sparks were apparent even from where she stood.

The eternal romantic smiled as she noticed the open flirtation between her star singer and sweet bartender. "Desiree, Clyde... It's about time!" Jasmine thought wickedly.

Her eyes told her that the captain had arrived during her absence. "Yes, I will have to probably make time for him," Jasmine thought with resignation. She also noticed a lithe young black man trying to keep out of the way. He was certainly a handsome new face. She was definately going to talk to him. Tonight.

But first... business. As she purposefully strode over to her corner table, she waved at Lindsey to come join her.

 

[Xantham]

Wesley Brown

The air seemed to be less thick over here on this side of the establishment. Maybe it was because of the stage, or maybe it was that the fuzz was on the other side. I sidled up to the piano as I waited for Jasmine to come out. The piano player, Sistine, I think, came over as she and the singer finished out the last set. I watched Sistine's fingers dance over the keys and knew she was a natural player.

After the last set, I leaned in to Sistine, "D..Do me a favor? C..could you play me sumtin' that starts slow and p..picks up?" Without even answering, Sistine started in on a little original piece. "Thank you k..kindly, ma'am."

I strode out on the little stage. It was wooden, good. Hitting a pose in the middle I stood with my head bowed, shoulders stooped, and my arms hanging loosely by my side. I just stood there for a moment, letting the music fill me. My mammy always said, "You don't dance to music, the music dances in you." Here was where I could be free. There was no stuttering on the dance floor. Slowly my right foot began to tap in time with the music. I began. A little flip of my hat back over my head where I spun to catch it before it hit the floor. Sistine seemed to instictively know what I needed. We came together in tempo and beat as if we had practiced this a hundred times before. As the music sped up, I let my feet go and they responded. The tempo went faster and faster as I tried to keep up. Sweat poured down my back and my feet were a blur. Just as I couldn't keep the pace any longer, Sistine, somehow knowing, brought the music around to a close.

I bowed and waved my hand over to Sistine. Beautiful Sistine. What a piano player of her caliber was doing in a place like this I didn't know. The applause was not thundering, nor was it even appreciative. I would call it a smattering at best.

Then I looked up to see the captain walking toward the stage.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine looked up as the music started. The young man she had seen stood on the stage. The man looked poor, but his movements were elegant, sensual. For several long minutes, Jasmine could not tear her eyes away from the talented dancer. The connection between the man and her favorite piano player seemed palatable. Jasmine's naughty mind schemed another potential match. Ever the shrewd businesswoman, Jasmine shook away the romantic thoughts for now. She vowed to meet the man, and would hire him on the spot.

OCC: A little verisimilitude -- The club offers rooms upstairs which are open to Jasmine's close personal friends. The four rooms are actually four two-room suites. In each, an elegant sitting room opens up onto a large bedroom.

Love the smouldering beauty of this thread!

 

[Angelus]

Clyde's eyes flew open when he felt Desiree's lips on his. He couldn't believe it- he was actually kissing Desiree, the most talented and beautiful woman that he knew. He never wanted this kiss to finish, it was like a dream that he never wanted to wake up from. He then moved away from her and looked at her face as Desiree looked at him with a mixture of shock and dismay on her face. She then began to say something but he raised one hand and said,

"You don't have to say anything because I have been wanting to do that to you from the first moment that I met you. You are the most beautiful and talented person that I know and I would love to go out with you sometime- if you would want to go out with me that is."

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sal's Return

After gathering two of my men, Joey and Quick, I returned to Jassy's place. I noticed Vito's hack was still waiting, busted window and all. As I entered, my eyes scanned the landscape. The nancy was noware to be seen, but Jassy was. My eyes locked onto her, an intense stare. I motioned to Joey and Quick to go over to the bar and await further instuctions. They would be ready if anything went down. I started towards Jassy, not sure if see was aware of my prescense.

I passed Capt. Fergus on my way. The bull was wearing his trademark rummpled suit. It was probably the only on he owned. I took out my jade money clip and removed a cupula Grants. When I passed him, without a word, I slipped them into his breast pocket. A breif glance exchanged between us that nobody who wasn't looking for it would have seen told me he had my back. I knew I could count on him to lend a hand if things went sour. A bull whose been bought is always obligated to pay up.

More confident of my position now I continued over to Jassy. I heard neither the piano nor the singer. My mind was compleatly focused on my misstress. I came up to her side and hissed "You owe me a few moments of your time alone in your private office." At this moment I tasted bile. I was out for blood. My heart ached and I wanted to make her feel the pain I felt. "I expect you to give me the same curtesy you gave that wop Vito", I waited sternly for her reply.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine's eyes flashed. She had never liked being told what to do. She wanted to scoff at the lack of gratitude Sal expressed. After all, she had saved his life by distrasting the murderous Vito. It would not serve her purposes to have it out with her paramour in the middle of the club. As a matter of fact, she needed to get this hothead out of sight and quick.

"Sal, I will not be talked to in that way. I understand how you feel, however. If you wish to speak to me in private, I understand. Go upstairs to the room at the end of the hall. I will be up as soon as I speak to my waitress."

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sal

Now why would Jassy not want me in her office The answer is clear. Vito is there. "On est aisement dupe par ce qu'cn aime; We are easily duped by those whom we love." I respond. "I'll expect you up within five minutes." With that I hurry over to Joey and Quick "when Jassy goes upstairs, go into her office and catch the basterd. Wait with him for further instuctions." I don't wait for them to reply, they know better. I start up the stairs and enter the room to wait for my love...

 

[ariosto]

Vito heard the voices outside the office door. Zanilli was back with a couple of goons. Okay things were moving fast, he'd wanted the club cleared before the showdown but what the hell, Jas had ditched him with a job half done. Her loss.

He jumped out of bed with the agility of a man half his age. Suspenders over his bare shoulders, he'd get the shirt later. First things first. He pulled the army colt out of his jacket and released the safety. He took the pineapple grenades from his briefcase
and laid them on the bed one each in the cups of Jasmine's bra.

He shouldered the phone and got an operator while he jacked a shell into the cutdown 12 guage he'd carried strapped to his leg.

"Yea it's me. Screw waitin', bring the boys down now and make sure you nail that little wop!'


OOC:
Two wops do not make a wite.

 

[Serah]

Bethany

Bethany practically quivered with anticipation as she took his hand. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the part of her that was fiercly independent, The part of her that didnt believe in love or in letting yourself get hung up on anyone was screaming to get her attention. But Bethany sighed as she decided she had been a lone wolf for too long, it was time for a little pleasure and Grant was definetly easy on the eyes. The fact that he exuded charm and sesuality didnt hurt either. Her instincts carefully filed away she slid past him up the steps and grabbed his scarf practically pulling him along towards his room.

 

[mars99]

Grant

While the sumptuous feast of a woman drawing me upstairs was enough to arrest any man's attention, I found it difficult to ignore the white hot tension abounding all around us. Goons, guns, covert whispers among shady characters, I hoped I'd have time to complete my rendezvous before the proverbial shit hit the fan.

Bethany led me to my room with the alluring, sensuous look I was already growing quite attatched to. My fascination and casual curiosity with this woman was rapidly giving way to an insatiable sense of desire and passion. She was lonely, I could tell. So was I, I wondered if she knew. Just maybe, this could be the beginning of something beautiful. If not, at least we would have these next few moments.

She pulled me into the room and yanked my scarf from around my neck. Slamming the door behind me, I took her in my arms and kissed her. Really kissed her. I pressed my lips against hers with a fiery hunger I hadn't known in years. Her body melted into mine as our lips devoured each other greedily, wanting more, needing more. My arms were strong against her back as I guided her toward the bed with the well mannered grace it had been my pleasure to acquire through much experience. I lay her on the bed and looked her over as I prepared to undress her....

 

[Serah]

Bethany

He was strong,dashing and used to being in control. But He was in for a surprise. He embraced me passionetly,kissing me in a way I didnt know happened outside of storybooks. The electricity that shot through me caused me to melt in his arms . His hand slid around my back as he tried to lie me down on the bed. But I slid away from him before he reached my holster. I slid to my knees and felt his knees buckle as I roughly undid his buckle and pushed him onto the bed. As I kissed my way down his waist I slid off my holster and hid it under the bed. "What have we here?" I moaned to him.

 

[mars99]

Grant

Little did I know the extent of the dangers at this club. Her rapid turnabout had me not only surprised but wildly excited as well. A woman in command, this was something I was rarely treated to and I was puddy in her hands. I lay back and noticed some clandestine hand movements on her part, but was too absorbed to care. Her lips trailed down my stomach and I could only wait to see what was next as my loins began to stir with excitement...

 

[Serah]

Bethany

As I kissed my way down his waist , I removed his pants and cooed at the gorgeus shaft before me. I Licked my way up and down his cock as I moaned my approval. Now that I had his attention diverted I removed my dagger and slid it between the mattress as I tried to take his monster all the way down my throat.

 

[mars99]

"Mmmmmm...." I groaned as her tongue teased and tormented me. Her mouth was as succulent as I envisioned. I lay back and pushed my hips upward, wanting my entirelength to disappear between her lips....

 

[maryceleste]

ooc: sorry...RL got in the way..I don't really know where to jump back in (feel free to ignore, as always lol) ...well Jasmine called so..

Lindsey almost said...but then she didn't say anything. She had walked up to the bar, but all of a sudden she found that Desiree was there with Clyde.
"Oh," she said, turning her back suddenly. Her mind was racing, and THEY were kissing. "Oh," she said again. Her face flushed. She thought, "I didn't realize they were a couple." She peeked back at them, and then quickly looked away. "They must have been a couple for a long time!" Keeping her back to the bar, she saw Jasmine come back down from her office. The woman tilted her elegant head toward her, and motioned at a table.
"Well, this is where I get fired," thought Lindsey, but she made herself walk over and sit down.

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine

Jasmine's heart softened as she watched the girl walking over up to her like a whipped dog.

"Please, Lindsey, sit down." Jasmine gestered to one of the unoccupied chairs gracefully, with the wave of a hand.

Jasmine smiled. She wanted to put this innocent girl at ease. "Let me take this opportunity to tell you how happy I am that you have taken a position here at Jasmine's." Lindsey seemed to appreciate the compliment. "I apologize for not making time to speak with you earlier. I was unavoidaby detained. How has your evening been going?" Jasmine asked with genuine interest.


OCC: Violence... Almost attractive as sex to the male psyche.

 

[Xantham]

Wesley

When I saw Capt. Fergus heading my way, I was too tired to do anything. I just sat on the edge of the stage and prepared myself to take my punishment. There were just some things in this world that wasn't right, yet. Suddenly three men in suits entered the room. One of them stopped Capt. Fergus with a quick conversation and then went on to talk to Jasmine. From the look on Jasmine's face, he was trouble. Great. More trouble. I looked to Sistine for advice. "Is there g..gonna be some trouble?"

 

[TygerEyez]

Sistine

I patted Wesley's shoulder. I hadn't even gotten chance to congradulate him on a wonderful dance before all the... well trouble started, just as he said.

I nodded sadly, and touched his shoulder, my eyes still moving around the room. "I'm afraid so, Wesley."

"Come here..." I motioned to my piano and sat a ways down the bench, hoping he'd choose his seat beside mine. "Do you know alot about music? I'd prefer to compose a piece that suited your dance better... the last one was a bit long..."

It was a brazen attempt to divert both our attentions, but... what else could we do?

 

[Honey_B]

As Jasmine waited for the beautiful waitress to answer, her ever watchful eyes took in the interaction between the dancer and Sistine. She smiled to herself. She had always wanted to find someone for her quietly elegant pianist. Perhaps Sistine had found someone on her own...

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

The Minutes Feel Like Hours

As I waited, I went over the plan in my head. If Jassy would listen, there should be no bloodshed. However, you can never tell what goes through womens minds. Furthermore, there was no telling how things would play out when Joey and Quick bust in on Vito.

While I waited, I took my lugar out of its holster and checked it. Satisfied, I returned it and checked my backup on my leg. All arms ready for action, I thought. Whats taking Jassy so long I wondered. If she's giving that prick a heads-up warning... Well I don't Know...

 

[ariosto]

While Vito waited for something to happen, he played some solitaire, cleaned his guns, called the boys three more times to make sure they were on the way, drank Jas' bottle of aged Cognac, looked at his French postcards, called his mother in New York, trimmed his nails, found a packet of love letters from Jas to somebody named Elliot Ness, looked at his French postcards, answered a knock on the door with a 45 slug, sniffed Jas' bra, looked at his French postcards and wondered how f*****g long he was going to have to stay in this room!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

Relaxing somewhat, Lindsey said, "Oh, my night has been...very interesting." She laughed, and dropped her eyes from Jasmine's hypnotic and keen gaze. Lindsey nervously toyed with the items on the center of the table. "It's very exciting here. It's like the 'Guns Of Chicago' radio show that comes on every friday night, except...it's really happening and I'm not lying on the floor listening to a bunch of studio performers."
Lindsey blushes. Why did she have to go and mention that radio show? That was one main reason that she had left home to come here, and surely a cosmopolitan woman like Jasmine could see right through her and realize that. How silly that must seem to Jasmine.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" Lindsey asks abruptly. Where did that come from? She only bought the cigarettes because the cigarette girl was so nice. Didn't she?
"Not at all," said Jasmine, and when Lindsey drew the cigarette from the fresh pack, Jasmine produced a silver lighter, leaned forward, and lit it. Lindsey meet Jasmine's eyes for a moment, and she saw a certain look in them. What was it? Amusement? Whatever the look was, it was kind.
"Thank you," said Lindsey as Jasmine put her fancy lighter away, smoothly. Lindsey let her eyes flow over the room, taking in the red-velveted booths, the lazy ceiling fans, and the upper-class clientele smoozing and boozing like something out of a new Fitzgerald novel. She could see Sistine and Wesley in deep conversation at the piano, and when Sistine's fingers touched the keys to show the dancer something, the melody was nothing short of natural perfection. She watched Wesley get up and do an impromptu dance, and when Lindsey smiled and turned turned back toward Jasmine, she found soft and brilliant eyes watching her.
Lindsey looked down quickly. "I like working here." She said, simply.
Tell her, thought Lindsey. Tell her what happens upstairs.
But she didn't.