"Well it's your first night in!" the man says. The smile never leaves his face.
"Everyone's first night is a bit of a test, you know. A chance to get you feet wet, and for us to see just how well you can handle yourself," he waves a hand in front of his face dismissively.
"Just greet people when they come in the door. Be polite, and if they come up to you with a girl they'd like the check out, write her name down, take their card, and send them up to a room. Then swipe the card when they come back down, wish them good night, and send them on their way. I'm sure you'll figure it out. A well trained gerbil could do the job."You see of flash of skin, and glance over to see the men having their way with Beth have adjusted themselves. Her face is streak with mascara, made runny be tears. The men have turned perpendicular to you and a new man has taken over at Beth's mouth, this one with the head of a hawk, and an equally strange dick to match. He prods Beth's face with the avian member, and she still resists, at least until he grabs her cheeks and forces her mouth open, then stuff's his cock inside. Her face is still a look of horror as the man behind her bucks his hips more aggressively against her. Beth tries to kick at him, but she's a pretty petite girl, and she manages to do little more than annoy him. The man growls and smacks her ass. Hard. Beth lets out a whimper, and stops struggling, but the man is already pulling something out of his jacket.
As it glints in the dancefloor lights, you recognize what it is--a needle, full of some viscous pink liquid. The man pulls a cover off of it, wipes the tip, then presses it into Beth's arm. As you watch, the horror fades from her eyes, replaced by an empty nothingness. As the man starts thrusting, that emptiness is filled, rather quickly, with eager lust. Soon a empty headed Beth is grinding back against the man behind her, eagerly bucking her hips as her mouth slobbers down on the hawk-man's cock.
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Deception check(hard): 4 vs. 9-- failure!
When you turn back, the Boss is watching your expression carefully. You immediately try to hide you scowl, but you're certain he's gotten some sort of read on you. Regardless of what he's thinking, the smile doesn't change.
"One more thing. There's going to be an event, of sorts, this evening and we'll require some entertainment. And, it just so happens that three of our girls are overdue for a..." he pauses, studies your expression once more, then says,
"promotion."The boss hands you three business cards, with the faces of three of the dancers on them. You immediately recognize the three women you met earlier, Moriah, Rachel, and Beth.
"Pick whichever one you liked the best, or the least, I suppose, and send them up to room 6 at 9:35 precisely. Don't fuck this up, and you should walk away with a nice bit of cash this evening, and probably a bonus as well." With that, he turns, heading up the stairs.