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jazmynkatsopolis​:

jazmyn stopped spinning and scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “first of all, if you get embarrassed that’s a you problem, darlin’ — i’m just fun and free spirited,” jazzy said. “second of all, i’m workin that night, this is an outfit for a client and he’s a high roller, so i’m doing it to please him and get that bonus tip. i just wanted to know how i looked — clearly as ridiculous as i thought, god i hate having to be polite and proper for people… it’s a sex club, not church. i swear i feel my daddy everywhere i go, it’s unnerving,” she said as she looked at herself in the mirror. “seriously, how bad is this? don’t be all ‘bless your heart’, cause i know what that’s code for.”

          » riley couldn’t help but feel offended at the employees words.  the  ozdust  had  been  a  relevant  club  for  decades, and  now  that  it  was  in  her  hands,  it  was  thriving more  than  ever.  ❝  it  might  be  a  me  problem. but  if  you  fuck  up  once,  or  embarrass  me  even  a  little  bit,  you’re  fired, darlin’,  ❞  her  tone  was  condescending,  and  her  body  language  showed tension  as  she  leaned  forward, giving  the  petite girl  a  scornful look.  ❝  i  think  you  forget who  you’re  talking to.  unless  i  misunderstood.  i’m  not  here  as  your  friend,  i’m  here  to  make  sure  you  look  presentable.  we’ve  received  some  complaints  about  a  certain unnamed  employee...  i’d  hate  to  think  it’s  you,  ❞  she  leaned  back  in  her  chair  with  a  gaze  like  daggers, ❝  the  ozdust isn’t  a  sex  club.  it’s  an  elite  cabaret club  with  the  addition  of  high-end  escort services.  if  all  you  think  we  are  is  a  dirty  sex  club,  perhaps you  should  pack  your  bags  because  you  clearly  don’t  have  a  professional  attitude towards  your  job,  darlin’.  i’m  sure  peanut will  be  happy  to  pick  up  your  shifts.  he’s  one  of  the  highest earning  in  our  club  alongside garland.  maybe  you’d  be  up  there  too  if  you  shared  the  same  attitude and  professionalism.  oh  -  and  if  you  don’t  mind  me  asking, who  hired  you  ?  i’m  going  to  make  sure  i  fire  them  for  not  double checking  your  attitude.  ❞  

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O L L Y​:

olly could feel eyes on him as he sat at an empty table, coffee in hand as he tried to decompress for his fifteen minute break. he, however, had forgotten to take off his apron, making it look like he was just sitting around on his phone. still feeling a heavy gaze on him, olly looked up and locked eyes with the person staring. “ sorry, i’m on break - not slacking i promise. “ he called out to the person, his english accent only adding to his charm.

          »  a   wave   of   relief  washed   over   him  -   not  that  it  was  any  of  garland’s business,  of  course. but  he  was  used  to  a  strict work  environment,  and  if  he  were  caught on  his  phone  on  the  job,  it  was  likely he’d  be  penalised immediately.  ❝  oh  i  was  worried for  you  -  though  i  can’t  say  what  the  management  here  is  like.  i  turned down  a  job  here  for  a  job  at  the  ozdust,  ❞  he  told  him  nonchalantly, as  though  it  weren’t  even  a  big  deal.  he  pulled  out  a  chair  at  the  empty  table  beside  the  himbo’s  worker, pulling  a  menu  close  to  him,  so  that  he  could  read  without  the  assistance  of  his  glasses,  ❝  i  don’t  normally eat  greasy  food.  what  can  you  suggest that’s...  tasty  but  won’t  make  me  sick  ?  ❞  

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I V Y​:

THE STRAIGHT HAIR FELL ALONG SIDE HER FACE. ivy accepted the compliment from the  t a n g o  m a u r e e n ’ s  manager. there was a small break from performing so she would be able to hydrate and not strain her voice. the cool water was refreshing after spending time under the stage lights. the kink club had quickly filled up on the friday night. while many of the exhibitionists were in the back, a large crowd stayed in the front room. the dark eyes caught someone and ivy walked up to them, leaning against the table. ❝ any requests ? ❞ a smile followed the question.

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                   »   garland   had  slipped   into   tango  maureen’s   on   that  incredibly  busy  night  in  order  to  get  away  from  an  ex  that  he’d  seen  on  the  street  -  one  who  he’d  broken the  heart  of  quite  badly, unintentionally,  of  course. (  how  was  he  to  know  that  they  were  supposed  to  be  exclusive without  so  much  as  a  conversation  ?  )  he’d  gotten  himself a  drink  and  found  himself   rather  enjoying  the  entertainment  in  the  main  area.  when  the  singer approached  him  he  shrugged  a  shoulder,  swirling his  drink  slowly in  his  hand,  ❝  do  you  know  any  panic!  at  the  disco  ?  or  i  suppose the  killers  would  do.  everybody knows  mr  brightside, right  ?  ❞  he  returned the  smile  to  the  talented woman,  hoping  his  requests  weren’t  anything outside  of  the  singers  ability.          

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N A O M I​:

NAOMI: stop youre gonna make me blush again NAOMI: hmm maybe that means we should spend more time together so you can find out about all the fruits i like NAOMI: 😳😳😳 NAOMI: i think im gonna need you to prove that (its for science nothing else)

BIRDIE: i think once you eat this particular fruit, you won’t want any other :(( BIRDIE: i am free after tomorrow nights performance if you are also free BIRDIE: which i feel you might, since you always come see me on thursdays BIRDIE: i’m a huge science supporter - i’ll help in any way i can !!

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B E A T R I C E​:

     “hey! no touching the dancers, right?” bee gives dorothy’s hand a little slap, playful smirk taking over her face. she can’t help it! it’s not often that dotty gives bee even the littlest bit of power in their dynamic. it’s bee’s job to use it to her advantage! after all, if dotty has nothing to punish bee for, neither of them would ever have any fun. “just let me take care of you…” bee loves every second she spends with the older woman. “you give me everything i want anyways. in return, i’m your private little puppy! flaunted for the world to see, but only yours to touch.” she practically yips. “what ifffff… if i make you cum now, you make me cum later? doesn’t that sound fair?” bee’s butt wiggles subconsciously, as if she had actually been wearing her tail right now. the poor thing hasn’t cum in days at this point, and god, she’s fucking aching with need. “i think that’s more than fair…” her voice drops, finger trailing down the other’s chest. “deal? pretty please?”

          » a smirk plays on her red-painted lips.  a  fire  starts within  her  as  bee  speaks, and  she  wiggles her  butt,  shifting the  pressure  of  her  weight in  dotty’s  lap.  it’s  incredibly hard  to  resist the  playful  girl,  so  she  doesn’t.  dorothy has  time  to  spare,  and  as  far  as  she’s  concerned,  so  does  bee.  ❝  you  want  to  make  me  cum  ?  ❞  she  asks,  teasingly running  a  finger down  the  side  of  her  face  before grasping  her  chin,  holding  her  in  place. she  leans  in  close,  eyes  flickering  down  to  look  at  those  gorgeous,  plump  lips  before she  catches  them  with  her  own  in  a  soft,  warm  kiss.  her  free  hand  grips  bee’s  thigh, giving  it  a  gentle  squeeze. however,  since  bee  had  asked  so  nicely, and  she  had  gotten  dorothy oh  so  worked up,  she  resists sliding  her  hand  between  bee’s  thighs.  she  decides  to  make  the  deal.  ❝  god  i  could  eat  you  up.  okay  puppy.  since  you  asked  so  nicely, i’ll  make  a  deal  with  you.  but  i  can’t  promise  that  i’m  going  to  let  you  go  back  to  work  before i  make  you  cum.  ❞

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          »   yves   sat   at   the   bar,   sipping   at   her   vodka   on   the  rocks  and  listening to  the  only  slightly  above  average  live  music  that  was  playing at  tango  maureen’s.  it  was  her  first  time  attending the  kink  club  -  and  she  wasn’t so  sure  if  she  was  drunk  enough to  be  ready  to  step  into  the  next  club  room,  where  anything  and  everything  was  allowed  to  happen.  upon  seeing  a  familiar  face  approach  her  at  the  bar,  she  decided  to  make  light-hearted conversation.  ❝  i  bet  you  five  dollars  i  can  guess  your ��trauma. and  i  bet  it  revolves around...  daddy  issues, ❞  she  let  the  acidic drink  burn  her  throat  again, ❝  i’m  just  messing  with  you.  do  you  want  a  drink  ?  ❞  

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hey look, it’s RILEY OZWIN ! she’s THIRTY-THREE years old and originally from MANHATTAN, NY. now she’s in new york, working as an OWNER at THE OZDUST. i heard she’s pretty UNCANNY, but i think she’s so SYMPATHETIC at the same time. has she found her calling on the avenue ? ➸ aubrey plaza, lesbian, female + she/her - PENNED BY LUX.

riley was born to two extremely wealthy parents; her puerto rican businesswoman mother, and her european-american businessman father. the two of them were hard workers and they raised their daughter to be just the same - teaching her that everything in life had to be earned. she’s been working at the ozdust for a good ten years, since she showed interest in the business, and she’s owned the club for three, receiving full ownership on her thirtieth birthday, only after proving to her father that she was capable of running it. 

she has massive top energy but is a switch at heart

composes herself as best she can, but can still come across as a bit awkward

enjoys being classy - but isn’t a snob

is surprisingly really good with kids

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AUBREY PLAZA as Riley Bennett in HAPPIEST SEASON (2020)

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N A O M I​:

NAOMI: god please dont remind me that was embarrassing NAOMI: i’m sure i looked like an idiot but in my defense i did have the prettiest girl in the world on my lap so… NAOMI: a kiwi huh? have i mentioned i love kiwi? NAOMI: especially the ones that bite ;)

BIRDIE: you didn’t look like an idiot you were adorable BIRDIE: pretty little blushing flower BIRDIE: this is the first i’m hearing it BIRDIE: i have a lot of bite in me, luckily ;) 

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F R A N K I E​:

                    if  one  were  to  do  a  DOUBLE  TAKE  they  may  not  believe  that  this  frankie  waters  was  ever  a  dancer  at  the  bitch  bite  bar.  the  moment  her  shift  was  done  she  dawned  loose,  comforting  denim  as  she  maneuvered  around  the  crowded  venue.  that’s  one  of  the  things  she  loved  about  the  avenue  —  even  if  it  was  technically  near  closing  time  it  NEVER  felt  like  it.  despite  how  nice  the  idea  of  living  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  sounded,  frankie  wasn’t  sure  if  she  could  ever  do  it  —  from  DC  to  NY  the  sound  of  traffic  almost  put  her  to  sleep.  enough  cash  to  pay  for  the  shot  &&  a  decent  tip,  she  slipped  it  into  her  to-go  cup  of  soda  before  once  again  attempting  to  escape  the  crowd,  mixed  contents  instead  hitting  their  feet  &&  the  floor.

                    a  quick  shake  of  her  head,  doe-eyed  blues  met  the  other’s  with  a  warm  grin.  she  recognized  her  from  working  around  the  avenue,  some  faces  one  couldn’t  forget.  “it’s  fine,  really.  i  don’t  need  it.  you’re  feet  are  wet  &&  sticky  now,  that’s  already  too  much  punishment.”  she  lightly  teased,  scrunching  up  her  nose  in  an  apology.  “i  can  grab  some  water  for  you  ??  —  to  help  at  least  a  little.”

          »   ofelia  recognised   frankie  upon  looking   at   her   face  -  she  was  one  of  the  dancers, she  was  sure  of  it.  but  she  hadn’t  ever  learned  her  name  -  as  her  visits  to  the  bitch  bite  bar  were  only  to  get  away  from  her  own  workplace  for  a  drink  before  heading home  for  the  night.  she  struggled  to  make  eye  contact  with  the  stranger, though  of  course it  didn’t  stop  the  light  blush  creeping onto  her  cheeks -  which  she  hoped  the  other  girl  wouldn’t  notice in  the  coloured lighting  of  the  club.  ❝  i’d  really  appreciate that.  that  way  i  can  stand  outside and  pour  it  over  myself. it  might  make  my  walk  home  a  little  less  unpleasant.  and  i’m  starting to  think  perhaps i  don’t  need  a  drink, i  might  just  need  to  head  home.  am  i  allowed  to  tip  you  for  your  service  even  though  you’re not  working  right  now  ?  or  is  that  against the  rules.  ❞  

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She was still only perusing the rest of the avenue, trying to get a sense of the surrounding establishments as she tried to focus on some things other than her own personal life. Perhaps it wasn’t the best way to meet people, but it was better than nothing she supposed. She had been holed up in her office too long, avoiding socialisation. Jumping at the voice, she smirked at the name before pressing a hand to her chest, “As much as the title is wonderful, I’m just looking.”

         » orwell  couldn’t  help   but  smile   to   herself,  tossing  the  dvd  case  back  into  the  pile  of  newly  damaged stock.  it  wasn’t such  a  big  deal  -  they  weren’t likely  to  sell  them  all  before  needing to  toss  them  anyway.  assper the  friendly  ghost  could  only  sell  so  much.  ❝  well,  whatever  it  is  you’re looking  for,  feel  free  to  give  me  a  shout  and  i’ll  help  you  out  in  a  jiff.  even  if  you  have  the  weirdest of  kinks,  i  can  tell  you  where  to  find  it,  ❞  she  started to  (  unfortunately )  do  her  job,  organizing the  messy  pile  into  smaller piles  of  their  respective  titles before  beginning  to  put  them  back  on  the  shelf.  ❝  you’re  lucky  you  picked  this  store.  you’re gorgeous.  the  guy  at  the  store  a  couple  streets down  ?  he  would’ve  said,  “hey  dollface, you’re  much  too  gorgeous  to  watch  porn.  why  don’t  ya  let  me  lend  ya  a  hand  ?”  like  come  on.  even  if  you’re thinking  it,  keep  it  to  yourself,  you  know  ?  since  when  can’t  beautiful people  enjoy  the  art  of  pornography  ?  ❞  she  quoted him  in  a  husky,  mock-old-man voice.

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C L A U D I A​:

     IT’S NO SURPRISE THAT CLAUDIA ENDED UP IN A KINK CLUB. sure, she’s only bartending it, but she’s an active participant as well. she loves all of it - all sides and aspects, from simple rope play to things more devious, like petplay or leather play. claudia had been drawn to the club the moment she laid eyes on it. god knows how she ended up in this strip, but once she saw it, she knew it was destiny. she doesn’t make a lot - but it’s enough. it’s an honest living, more modest and… un-lavish than she’s used to, but that’s fine! she’s learning to live with it. and who knows! maybe some rich milf will walk into the bar and hit her up one of these days.

“hey, i haven’t caught you in here before.” swooping down like an eagle to its prey, claudia can’t help but snicker. this is her favorite part, picking on the newbies. it’s always fun when they get all flustered. “whatch’a in here for? there’s gotta be something sick that drove you in here.” plus, when she flirts with customers, they usually tip her better. “for me, it was breathplay. not a lotta places you can really let loose like that.” she smiles. “can i get you anything to drink? outta your pocket, though.”

          »  riley  shrugs  her  shoulders   a  little   nonchalantly.  there  were  a  million  things she  could  say,  skimming  through her  thoughts  one  by  one  in  an  attempt  to  pick  the  most  appropriate one.  ❝  oh  yeah,  i’m  not  around  often  because  my  status  demands i  have  a  certain  amount of  class,  so,  ❞  not  the  best  choice, she  thinks  to  herself,  ❝  what  i  mean  is,  i’m  usually  found  around  the  ozdust.  that’s my  joint.  i  don’t  really have  to  work  so  hard,  but  i  stick  around as  much  as  i  can.  apparently  i  have  an  energy  about  me  that  just...  makes  people  behave. go  figure.  ❞  since  she  had  taken  over  from  her  father, she  had  learned a  few  lessons. one  was  that  people  paid  more  attention to  women  when  they  weren’t nice.  and  they  paid  attention even  more  when  that  woman  was  in  a  suit.  ❝  i’m  here  for  a  lot  of  things.  bdsm,  mostly.  heavy  on  the  sadism  and  masochism.  also  i  really, really  like  latex. not  like,  fullbody covering,  but  y’know. normal  clothes  but  made  of  latex.  i  think  i’m  looking  for  a  person. maybe.  who  knows  ?  i’ll  get  a  wet  pussy, if  i  could, please.  ❞

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J O A Q U I N​:

Instinctively, Joaquin felt the need to place the blame on his shoulders. He hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings, the bar was crowded and he was simply asking for his drink to be knocked from his hands. The glass shattered upon impact and he took a step back, arm extended out to stop the stranger stepping in the mess. Her almost immediate apologizing only made him feel worse, he wasn’t the kind to get angry over small things but even if he were, the regret in her voice would have been enough to extinguish it all. 

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He said while toeing the glass into somewhat of a pile as one of the bartenders came out to sort the mess. After turning to face the woman, Joaquin knew she was the one in need of a drink with all that exhaustion pulling at her features. “You okay? Didn’t step in any of the glass, did you?” 

          »  if   she  hadn’t  been  so  good  at  holding  her  composure,  she  might  have  started  to  shake  at  the  way  he  pushed his  arm  out  towards  her.  at  first, she  thought  that  he  was  about  to  shove  her  -  which  she  supposed she  might  have  deserved.  but  she  realised within  moments  that  he  was  preventing  her  from  stepping in  the  glass  that  had  smashed  on  the  ground between  them.  when  he  spoke, she  exhaled  the  breath  that  she  had  been  holding subconsciously,  and  allowed herself  to  blink  her  big,  doe  eyes.  ❝  i’m  fine,  thank  you.  i  didn’t step  in  it,  i  don’t  think.  it  just  gave  me  a  fright,  more  than  anything. i’ve  had  a  really  rough  night  and  i  really do  feel  awful.  are  you  absolutely sure  you  don’t  want  me  to  replace it  ?  ❞

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L E V I​: 

he was on shift, leaning casually on the bar as he glanced around trying to ensure that people were on their best behaviour. there was always one person who tried to break the individual workers personal safety rules and he was usually fairly quick to spring into action when that happened. he might be a wreck, but he rarely let it affect his professional life. 

he was tapping his fingers on the bar, a drink in hand before he was nudged and the drink spilled. surprised he had been caught off guard he turned in the new comers directions before realising who it was and why he’d allowed her to catch him off guard. he wouldn’t suspect ofelia of causing trouble, given she worked there. “no problem, o.” he replied, “nah no need, you good? didn’t splash you did I?”

          »  it  was  almost  a  relief  to   see   that   the  person she’d  bumped  into  was  none  other  than  the  bouncer -  not  just  a  client of  the  edge  of  glory. of  course  amongst the  crowd,  only  levi  would  have  known  that  ofelia was  a  worker there.  otherwise,  she  was  indistinguishable  from  any  other  person  at  the  bar.  ❝  it  was  my  fault, so...  i  guess  i  technically splashed  myself.  but  it’s  okay.  i  just  thought  i’d  have  a  few  drinks before  i  head  home,  ❞  she  told  him,  ❝  i’m  sorry  i  wasn’t   watching  where  i  was  going. i’ve  had  a  really  rough  night.  are  you  sure  you  don’t  want  me  to  replace that  drink  ?  i’m  heading to  the  bar  anyways.  ❞  

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B E A T R I C E​:

     BEE NEVER LIKED GOING RIGHT HOME AFTER WORK. sure, her job tires the hell out of her, but there’s just something so daunting about the idea of returning to an empty home. sleeping in an empty room, with nothing but the faint sound of television humming in the background… it’s not her style. she much prefers hanging around the bar & getting absolutely sloshed on the cheapest shit before heading home & immediately passing out. it’s worked well for her so far, & she won’t give it up until it bites her in the ass. not that she has to worry about that tonight - she’s still got a long night ahead of her. no, bee’s just on a break right now. dorothy always yells at her for drinking on the job, but no one can deny it livens her up like nothing else. whatever it takes to keep her awake, right?

she’s on her second drink of the night when ofelia crashes into her. she’s a tiny little thing, so she can’t stop her scrawny body from stumbling backwards, sending her own drink flying out of her hand & splashing across her feet. “hey, don’t worry about it! trust me, i’ve had way worse shit happen at this bar.” a light giggle falls from her lips. “bee. but, um, don’t call me that around here. girl to girl,” she pauses for affect. “most people around here know me as dolly. it’s my stage name - i dance here. but i also get a discount, so i always chill around the bar during my breaks.” a little smile lights up her lips. “you seem stressed, babes. want a drink? i know all the good shit here.”

          »  ofelia  can’t  help  but  feel  awful.  she  leans  forward, hands  carefully  placed on  the  strangers wrists,  ❝  i’m  sorry  -  do  you  need  help  getting cleaned  up  ?  look  at  you,  i’ve  made  such  a  mess.  ❞  her  laugh  is  light  and  sweet  and  it’s  a  relief  that  she’s  not  going  to  have  to  put  up  a  fight. she’s  much  too  tired,  even  to  defend herself  against  an  honest  mistake. ❝  dolly,  ❞  she  says,  acting  as  though  she  hadn’t  even  heard  the  girls  real  name  escape her  mouth.  she  isn’t  quite  sure  why  she  has  her  defenses up  even  when  she  feels  comfortable  calling the  avenue  her  home.  (  though  of  course  it  likely  stemmed from  issues  she  wasn’t  ready  to  face  just  quite  yet.  )  but  they’re  a  little  more  relaxed  now  with  bee’s  attitude.  ❝  i’d  love  a  drink. but  please  -  let  me  replace  the  one  i  made  you  spill.  ❞