In With the Family, Rise to Power - Lucky Options

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[Lady Door]

Life may be a little more shiny but that doesn't mean it's any less chaotic. Lucky was still working 20 hour days, relying mostly on her newfound magical prowess to keep her going.
The deal with the krewe that had been operating out of the Taste went off without a hitch, thankfully. Meaning that now Lucky had a solid krewe contact and a dealer with which to peddle her load of Bliss. The payment wasn't all that she had hoped for but a promise of future product kickbacks sweetened the deal.
Now, she was finally back in her office and able to sit down and re-evaluate where her priorites were. Leaning back in her chair, Lucky pulled out her commlink and began to review her ongoing To-do list.
Pay a visit to the Arena again. Still need to pay back Fernando for slipping me the private suite when D. was in town. Also, check with Mal about a fighter to back. Let's see... what else.. hmm, there's that party Vincent is throwing. Could be interesting to see what show business is like in the Big Easy. I think I'll go. That's Saturday. Gonna need a new dress before then.Lucky put the commlink down and lit a cigarette. She exhaled, blowing the smoke out in large, lazy rings.
God, I'm tense... sorry, Father. I really should schedule a spa day or something.

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The Lucky Strike - Office - Friday

There's a knock at the door to the office. Roberto opens the door, letting in four attractive young laides, and a very handsome Latino man.

'Scuse me Ms Lucky, but MS Vicente sent these folks over to talk with you. Said you'd want to see 'em.

The "lady" that looked the most sure of her self, a long haired brunette in a summer dress walked forward and offered her hand.

Pleasure to meet you Miss Santangelo. My names Bridgette. The blond is Anna, Denise is the girl with the pig tails, and Shannon is the 'red head'. And this is Angelo.

The blond, Anna, certainly looked like she needed to be introduced. She seemed lost in a world of twirling her hair and looking at the walls. Denise, the raven haired girl seemed a bit sharper. She looked a bit anorexic, but that's one of the side effects of their line of work. Shannon certainly looked red haired, but it was bottle red. No way of knowing her orginal hair color. She looked a bit older, perhaps 23, and more aware of her surrounndings than the other two. And Bridgette seemed perfectly comfortable.

Angelo however seemed more than comfortable. He was wearing an unbuttoned black silk shirt, showing off his dark skin and wash board abs. He had a grin a mile wide. It was a nice smile certainly, but he seemed maybe a bit too eager to please.

Bridgette continued Ms Vicente sent us over. She said you'd have special work for us?

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Lucky takes Bridget's offered hand, returns the shake firmly and then nods to Roberto.
Thank you, Roberto. Why don't you grab us a bottle or two of something and bring it in.
Turning back to the newcomers, Lucky indicates the open chairs.
Please sit. It's a pleasure to finally meet you all. Before we discuss what my plans are why don't you tell me a little more about what your expectations are in regards to working with me? I think it's better if we all start out on the same page.Lucky smiles and leans back in her chair, her eyes on Bridget.

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Roberto fetches the bottle, while Bridget again does the talking.

Anna's a dancer mostly. She does her thing, on stage or private, and can go from there. Denise and I , we mostly work as escorts, going out on the town with John for the night. It pays pretty well. Quality versus quantity I say.
Shannon specilaizes a bit. She's adominatrix primarily. None of us are street walers, so I just want t oget that all cleared first. We're professional entertainment.

Alberto's an amazing massuer primarily. He also get a lot of work form just "being around" as he calls it. All of us will go both ways if the money's right. We've done diferent venues, groups, that sort of thing, so we know what we're doing. I've got some skill wires installed as well, and all of us have eyecams and ear recorders. Ms Vicente insisted on it and got us all wired.

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Excellent. Thank you, Bridget.Lucky waits for a moment when Roberto returns, letting him pour the drinks. Watching Roberto, she sees his eyes land on Bridget. He smiles. She smiles.
Roberto seems to have a good eye for talent.
Once Roberto leaves, Lucky begins speaking again.
This is how it's going to go. You four will be continuing for me what you've begun for Ms. Vicente. The only difference is that the Strike will be your new home. I'll expect you two, here Lucky indicates Bridget and Denise, to hang around in the casino and lounge for the first while, spending time with the high rollers and players, helping them to increase their bets and whatever else they want to do. You're free to continue escorting but I'll have a cut: 10% off the top, which is 5% less then what Ms. Vicente was taking. As a special incentive, I'll offer you a kickback of 5% for every extra thou you can get your John to drop here at the Strike. That deal goes for all of you.
For you, Ms. Anna, we'll be installing a new dance floor once our permit is approved. Don't worry.. it will be. You'll be our main attraction for a while until we bring on a few more dancers. Ms. Vicente assured me that your skills were... exemplary.For a moment, Anna looks upset.That means they're good, Anna.Lucky smiles and looks over at Angelo.
Angelo, I don't suppose you have any skill with a gun, do you?

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Angelo looks confused What would I use a gun for?

The young man lokos like he spends a lot of time between the gym and the salon. Probably not so much at the firing range. Over all, he sems to be in excellent shape. Probably boxes at the gym or something. But he doesn't look the type to know much about guns. He has a very "male underwear model" look.

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Sometimes, in the course of business, it pays to have an attractive bodyguard. It keeps those you're dealing with distracted and it draws less attention then the stereotypical 7 foot tall Troll. I would like to be able to use you as such when the need calls for it. I'll be getting you a set of skill wires then.
Don't look so worried, they'll be invaluable to you later. When I am not in need of you, you will be keeping yourself available in the club... Now, does anyone have any questions?... oh, and please, don't ask me about money. I'll discuss that with each of you privately. It makes things so much more pleasant that way.

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Shannon says For my particular vocation, I needa private place to work. Is there any place aorund here suitable for that? I have an important list of clients, and they won't be pleased if I'm unable to take care of them properly.

Anna looks annoyed and bored. She starts checking out Angelo.

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Lucky nods. Of course, we have a private room that is set apart from the others at the end of the hall, number 12. I'll turn that over to you to do with what you will. I'll assume we'll need some sort of soundproofing and renovation work, so get an estimate and get me the bill. Anything else?

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That is exactly what I was going to ask about. yes, I can take care of that.

Everyone else shakes their heads, except for Anna, who pulls out a cigarette, then thinks better of it seeing Lucky's face and the look on it that says "That cigarette will end up somewhere uncomfortable if you keep going".

Business finished, the group gathers their things and leaves, Angelo taking a lingering look at Lucky.

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As the group heads out, Lucky thinks:
Well, hell, might as well test the merchandise I'm going to be selling.She smiles at Angelo.
Angelo, would you stay for a moment, please?

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Angelo's massage is fantastic. He talks very low and smooth while he works. He starts with the basic relaxing massage, then brings Lucy's attention back when he starts paying attention to certain details. It ends happily, with Lucky quite pleased by her new product.

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Going to have to thank Cynthia. That Anna though, her attitude is going to need some adjusting. We'll see what I can do about that.
Noticing the time, Lucky grabs her long coat and her Ares, tucking the Ares into her underarm holster. Lucky also slides her Hammerli into a holster tucked into the small of her back.
Time to hit the Arena again.Lucky pulls out her lockbox and slides a fat stack of hundreds out and into her pocket. Lucky tucks the lockbox away, locks her office and heads out of the Strike.
Soon she's pulling up to a familiar looking alley.

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After the now familiar walk through, Lucky's in the thick of things. She's got a bit of a reputation here now, so there's a few familiar faces. As usual, her hostess arrives to 'asist her with anything'. The Brunnette from Darius' visit, Angela.

Angela is one of the many concessions that Le Croix makes available for repeat big spenders such as Lucky. She's always available when Lucky comes in, or is made available. Sh'es godo for introductions, or any sort of sweet tooth Lucky might have while in for the evening. Even better , she's also Lucky's personal bartender. She can get drinks directly, without any silly waiting at the bar. She's also :nuyen: 300 an hour. But for some things, such as the proper image of importance conveyed, there really is no price to high.

What are we interested in this evening Ms Santangelo?

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I'm looking for Malice, Angela.Lucky smiled and made a transfer of 900 :nuyen: to Angela's comm. The woman preferred the cred up front and her tips in cash, a woman after Lucky's own heart.

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She's in. She's down in the cages. This way.

Lucky had learned from a number of visits that "the Cages" were where the fighters got prepared. For some this meant putting on spiked gloves, or taking combat drugs, getting them selves psyched up, or even inflicting a few superficial wounds on them selves to mess with opponets minds. For malice, this usually meant screwing someone's brains out, then getting in to her leather barely-there's, before she went out to kill someone.

This was indeed the state she found Malice in, with another one of the fighters. Malice loked over from her 'ride'. Be with you in a sec Luck, feel free to wait.

Other fighters were trying to find things to occupy their attention. This was part of Malice's strategy. The Cages offer no privacy at all. So her next opponent would likely be thinking about what she had jsut been doing more than what she was about to do. Malice could be a real cold bitch some times.

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Lucky smiled and took a moment to glance over the other fighters, enjoying their discomfort.
Let' see, there's that big guy over there. Of course, he's new.. so. Hmm. I need someone with some kind of style... I wonder if Harry's here tonight. Now there's someone I wouldn't mind going home with.Lucky's eyes strayed up to the private suites, wondering.

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Malice finishes her 'warm up' about ten minutes later. She towels off and walks over to Lucky.

Still talent scouting Lady Luck? You might want to check out that one over there

Malice points to a tall black man. He's well muscled, but not huge. Very lean, good looking enough to be a show horse. His head is shaved, and he's wearing only a pair of black pants. He's currently wrapping one of his hands in a boxing wrap.

I've seen him fight once before. His name's Caesar, but you might want to come up with something more interesting. He's only gota bit of augmentation, but he has skill. He seems to be in to kick boxing, probably started out as a street fighter. Of course, that means he might not be big on the idea of a manager taking a cut, so you'll have to sell it.

I have to go kill one of htese guys now. Back in a bit. I'll see you later tonight, your place. You still owe me some dog and a black berry cat by the way. Don't forget.

Malice walks out of the Cages towards the Arena.

Angela waits by Lucky.

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Yeah, I know. I'll see you there. Lucky smiled as Malice walked away and then turned to Angela.
Angela, could you ask Cesar if he would join me up in my suite after his match, please? That is, assuming he lives through it?
Lucky eyes Cesar appreciatively, and then heads for her suite, stopping to speak with a few of the familiar faces she sees along the way.

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Malice's match is almost over by the time Lucky gets back to the concourse level. The woman loves drawing out a match. There are few fighters who can really challange her. Those always become head liner matches. this one was over before it started.

Angela arrives a few minutes after Lucky in the siute.
The fighter said that he would meet you, but he didn't seem pleased. He said it had "better be worth his while".

Without asking, Angela fetches Lucky her drink and a cigar, then prodcues a number of lotions from a cabinet and gives Lucky a questioning look. Angela gives excellent massages, especially feet and hands.

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Lucky just nods. Her mind already debating the terms of "worth his while". Clearly, the man was like Malice, enjoying the freedom of being a solo performer. It was also just as clear that the man probably had no idea what being managed by someone with Lucky's connections could be like. Either way, it looked like she was going to have to handle this guy with kid gloves.
Angela, tell me what you know about this Cesar guy?

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Not a lot. He's new. He's won his first three matches. Other than that, he comes to fight, then leaves again. Never stays around. I haven't seen him socialize with anyone.

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Lucky nods and sips at her drink. Picking up her commlink, Lucky brings up the Shadowland: New Orleans data haven. Bringing up the haven's directory, Lucky selects "The Arena".
Might as well see what everyone else is saying.. if anyone else is saying anything, that is.
Lucky's eyes scan the listing of known fighters, selecting the name Cesar when she comes to it.

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The data haven has a dissapointing amount of intel on the Arena. It does provide a link, one way, to the Arena's home LAN however. There she gets all the statistics. Caesar has been around just long enough to acutally be tracked. If you make it through your first two matches here, then they start keeping track. Otherwise you're just meat.

There's also a short vid file, showing his last match. Caesar is brutal. In the match, the knees a man in the side, breaking ribs, then follows up with an elbow that breaks the jaw. He then takes the stunned man and grabs him by the head, gouging an eye, and rams him in to the stone wall of the Arena, leaving a blood spatter.

The vid shows him for a few seconds after. He's breathing heavy, his face shows focus and energy, not the usual rage or cold calculation most fihgters go for.