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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 21, 2019 3:15:57 GMT
 The Lofts at New Amsterdam - Detroit, MichiganIt was the morning tendrils of light which awoke Rebecca from her night's slumber; turning and twisting in her bed, she slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the morning view - and what a view it is, she mused, running her hand over the naked back of the man lying asleep still in bed, memories of the night's adventures still fresh in her mind. It bothered her more that she hardly knew his name than that he'd hadn't decided whether to come by her boss's adult film studio later in the week but as she sat up and turned to climb out of bed, she saw the bright skies outside and it brought a smile to her face. Detroit's so unlike Glasgow in so many ways, she whispered, but gods, I love this place.And love it she did. Although born in Glasgow, Scotland - and still a proud Glaswegian through and through - Rebecca Ainsley was every much the naturalized American she'd become. Although not a member of the Fools' Dice Club, she was Chief Talent Scout and Assistant to Mouse, one of the club's members who ran Yes Daddy Studios. The name still gave her a laugh every so often but given the monies it brought into the Fools, she didn't mind the name one bit. Her job entailed two principle duties: (1) finding talent (read: actors and actresses) for the Studio and (2) keeping Mouse happy. The second bit was the easier part; the first bit was a lot harder because while it was to find talents for in front of the camera, they still had to perform and it drove Rebecca nuts sometimes at how pathetically stupid some people could be. How hard can it be? she often joked to Mouse ; I mean, she'd say to him, how hard is it for someone to take Item A, insert it into Hole B, perform Action C and get Result D? I mean, what the hell?!?Slipping on a short kimono robe - Rebecca slept in the nude almost every night - she walked the short distance from the bedroom to the bathroom; slipping the robe off and setting it across a towel bar, she turned on the water and watched it steam up the open shower. Once the water was hot enough she stepped inside and began to shower but it wasn't more than a minute or so before she felt someone's arms wrap around her waist. Looking up, she smiled, a wry crooked smile. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" she whispered, leaning into his touch as they began to make out inside the shower, their own heat and steam adding to the steam of the water.....
An hour laterStanding in the kitchen of her loft apartment, Rebecca - once more wearing her kimono, her date having left earlier after one last romantic fling - was sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling through her Blackberry, seeing what the schedule for the day was. That was how she kept things going: you had to have a schedule or else your day would fall apart at the first opportunity. It also kept her mind focused as she took another long sip of coffee, the heat from the liquid heating her up as she closed her eyes and thought her now-gone date, keeping the best parts of their romantic affairette in her memory. That was most of Rebecca's romantic experiences; simple, short affairettes with both men and women that allowed her to sample life's many varieties. It was her belief that life was not meant to be a simple vanilla experience but something of an all-flavors kind of experience. Seeing the time, Rebecca finished her cup and washed it out, setting it down on the cup rack before heading back to the bedroom, the memories of last night and this morning still fresh in her mind. Sliding the walk-in closet doors open, she pawed through numerous sets of clothing before finding something to wear. Setting them down on the bed, Rebecca grabbed a few other items and got dressed, smiling as she watched the hustle and bustle of the streets outside. Doesn't matter where you are, she mused , some things just don't change as she dialed a number from memory and waited for the person on the other hand to answer. "Yeah?" they said. "Its' Rebecca; I'm ready to go. Meet be outside; you got the address," she replied; when her driver asked where they were going, she added, "To the studio; stay within a 15-minute radius, okay?" hanging up and sliding the phone inside her shoulder bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she gave everything a look-over before heading out, ready to face another day in the Motor City... |
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May 23, 2019 17:47:31 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 23, 2019 17:47:31 GMT
New Message:
Sunday 11:41am
Hey! Where the fuck are you?!? You were supposed to be at the studio at 10 o'clock! Where's this amazing talent I have to see? I got film crew and actresses on set just waiting. He better be as big as you say he is. I'm not paying a whole crew to sit on their hands for no reason. Get your asses here now!!!
Mouse sent his message to Rebecca and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was tired. Cranky. Up at the crack of dawn and months behind filming this stupid ass movie. Harry Twatter and the sorcerer's stones. Making movies wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Mouse was the director, the producer, part-time camera man and even occasional star (If the co-stars were looking fine enough for him to consider it.) He didn't care that Rebecca had just broken herself off a piece of fine ass. That was her time. She was now on his time. She was his assistant and damn if he didn't pay her enough to be on time.
Taking a sip of his own coffee Mouse looked around at the cast and crew. There was a naked woman sitting on the bed in nothing at all except her good intentions. "Hank? Do you want me naked still?" She asked in a airheaded bubble kind of way. "Yeah darlin. Just play with Jerome's pecker if you get board I gotta make a few phone calls. Everyone else take five." Mouse stepped outside and was instantly annoyed by how bright and chipper it was. Mouse was not a morning type of person. Usually he shot at night, but they were so behind they were having to shoot entire days now. For a few weeks this bullshit had been going on and it was tiring as fuck.
Mouse made his phone calls and chain smoked about 5 cigarettes while he was out on the corner. It wasn't long before he saw Rebecca pulling up. About god damned time. They were in there shooting a Harry Potter rip off porn and the new star the one who was supposed to play Harry, was supposed to be casted personally by Rebecca. "Well?" Mouse asked as she stepped out of her Uber. "Where's the fucking guy?" He asked.
Before she could answer Mouse pulled her aside by the arm. "What about the other thing. That guy still giving you trouble?" A few weeks back Rebecca had mentioned that one of the fans, (yes they had many fans) had written in to the studio and being his assistant Rebecca corresponded with him. The guy had eventually come to stalk her. Mouse wasn't sure if it was resolved, but if the guy was still a problem he was gong to take care of it personally. Shit like that was just bad for business.
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May 23, 2019 23:08:28 GMT
Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 23, 2019 23:08:28 GMT
Seeing the text message come across her Blackberry from Mouse, Rebecca chuckled, sighed and sent back an equally saucy reply...Putting the Blackberry back in her shoulder bag, she shook her head and thought, He knows what time I'm supposed to be there; today was supposed to be a light shooting day...
Pulling up to a stop outside the studio, Rebecca hopped out of the Uber and headed inside; almost immediately, several young men and women clamored to get her attention but knowing Mouse was anxious to see her, she waved them off for the time being with a "I'll see you here in a little bit" kind of manner, blowing out a long exasperated breath once she was out of their sight. Seeing Mouse, she was about to call out to him when he caught her attention first... Mouse made his phone calls and chain smoked about 5 cigarettes while he was out on the corner. It wasn't long before he saw Rebecca pulling up. About god damned time. They were in there shooting a Harry Potter rip off porn and the new star the one who was supposed to play Harry, was supposed to be casted personally by Rebecca. "Well?" Mouse asked as she stepped out of her Uber. "Where's the fucking guy?" He asked.
Remembering the gorgeous hunk she'd seen out in the hallway as the one Mouse was referring to, she was about to tell him about the guy when Mouse continued... Before she could answer Mouse pulled her aside by the arm. "What about the other thing. That guy still giving you trouble?" A few weeks back Rebecca had mentioned that one of the fans, (yes they had many fans) had written in to the studio and being his assistant Rebecca corresponded with him. The guy had eventually come to stalk her. Mouse wasn't sure if it was resolved, but if the guy was still a problem he was gong to take care of it personally. Shit like that was just bad for business.
"No, I took care of that problem personally," Rebecca said with a nice Glaswegian accent as memories of her strangling the stalker to death a few nights before crossed through her mind whilst they stood together. "He won't be bothering me again, Mouse," she said, smiling, a broad Glaswegian smile across her face, the kind the Cheshire Cat would have before devouring their prey. "As for the fucking guy you were asking about earlier, there he is," Rebecca said, pointing towards the stage entrance as a tall hunk of man, who looked every bit as muscular as Rebecca had described to Mouse walked in. "His name's David and when I told him about the film, he practically jumped at the chance to be in front of the camera. He's got stamina and staying power; I think you'll like him," leaving no doubt as to how she knew those two things to be true. "I'll say this, Mouse: if he's half as good in front of the camera as he was in bed with me last night, you'll have your best money-making film in this studio's history..." Given how successful the studio's films were (a given since porn is a universal money-making business) it wasn't hyperbole either. One thing Rebecca prided herself on was her word to Mouse; if she said someone was good, you could literally take it to the bank that they were going to be good....
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Post by Mouse on May 24, 2019 0:00:00 GMT
Mouse took a final drag off his cigarette as she spoke. The smoke spilled out of his bearded mouth as he answered her back. "Yeah, they all jump at a chance to fuck and get paid for it. It's like the dream job." Mouse mumbled, tossing his cigarette away. The next bit floored him. Looking at the guy and then back to her and then back to the guy again. Mouse reached up and scratched the back of his head. "Well, shit. If you say he's good then he can get ready for the double penetration scene with Volda-porksword." Mouse was only half interested in what he was talking about. He was checking his own messages on his phone as he spoke and leaned back against the wall.
New Message:
Sunday, 12:13 pm
Mouse, honey your grandma is back in the home. I couldn't put up with that bitch a moment longer. You're brother is going to visit her. You should go visit her. It won't be as bad as last time I prom.... "Nope! Fuck that.*
No new messages....
Mouse hit the delete button right fucking there. His grandmother was fucking crazy. Last time she bit him. He had to get stitches. And not only that because Mouse was a sometimes porn star he had to ask his grandmother to get tested for STDs what the shit kind of fucking shit is that?!?!? Only in fucking America right? Looking up Mouse noticed that Handsome Harry fuckwad wasn't inside yet. "Buddy. Whip your dick out and go put it in some muggle puss okay? You're wasting my god damn money." Mouse looked at Rebecca and shook his head. "Fucking actors!"
Mouse stopped leaning on the wall looking at Rebecca more seriously now he sighed. "Look. Shooting won't be long today. Hermionie has the shits and Ron can't keep his wand full of magic. Let me finish this up and then I need to talk to you after. Meet at Luigi's restaurant around four'ish?" Mouse had some other shit to discuss. Not necessarily Yes Daddy business, but more so Fool's Dice business. Mouse never talks fool's business in front of actors. Actor's run their fucking mouths. Mouse didn't trust a lot of people with Fool's Dice business, but Rebecca was trustworthy to him. Besides she knew better than to run her fucking mouth. The Fool's didn't hit women, but a bullet to the head was genderblind. You fuck over the Fools there's a tag on your toe man or woman. Didn't matter.
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May 25, 2019 19:46:56 GMT
Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 25, 2019 19:46:56 GMT
Rebecca chuckled at hearing Mouse go on about how everyone wanted to fuck in front of the camera; if they didn't, why would anyone bother to do so? Heck, she suspected Mouse - no, she knew - Mouse would get in front of the camera if need be, but seeing the look on his face when she mentioned David's stamina and staying power was priceless to her. Mouse absolutely looked cute as hell with that "you've got to be kidding me?!?" look on his face... "Well, shit. If you say he's good then he can get ready for the double penetration scene with Volda-porksword."
Snapping her fingers towards him, Rebecca called out to him, "Get with the costume people and be ready to perform, David!" She was banking on him being as good as she said he was but both her and Mouse knew that if she said someone was good and ready to go, they were good and ready to go.
"Look. Shooting won't be long today. Hermione has the shits and Ron can't keep his wand full of magic. Let me finish this up and then I need to talk to you after. Meet at Luigi's restaurant around four'ish?" Mouse said as they stood behind the cameras, the production people trying to get set up for what little shooting there would be. Rebecca didn't have to ask what they'd be talking about; Luigi's was one of the better Italian restaurants in Detroit...it was also Fools' owned.
"I'll be there, four sharp," Rebecca replied, not asking Mouse about anything while at the Studio. She knew enough about the Fools' that she knew they'd come after her if she betrayed any confidences of theirs and they were never subtle on that count. "So, Hermione's stuck on the pot and Ron can't get it up, huh?" she asked, switching back over to studio business. "What, you want me to fluff up Ron's magic while we're here, Mouse?" she asked, knowing it'd get a reaction from him as they stood there....
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May 25, 2019 20:37:24 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 25, 2019 20:37:24 GMT
Mouse just kind of stood there. He wasn't even sure what to say. She was his assistant but her job loyalty was off the charts. Sucking someone's dick was above and beyond the call of duty. The most he would usually ask her was for a cup of coffee or something, or maybe to go out and score him some pot. Mouse shook off his bewilderment. "No. I don't think your parcel tongue will do the job. He's simply out of potions. Red freckled asshole." Mouse said shaking his head. He was so shocked he didn't know what to say. As a matter of fact..... "Fuck it. That's a wrap everybody. Get your fucking clothes on. Professor snake? Dumbldildo…. You guys shoot tomorrow morning. Someone get Hermionie some god damn toilet paper! She text me three times from the shitter! Amature motherfuckers I swear."
Mouse looked at Rebecca. "Fuck it. Let's go to lunch now. You're driving. I got a fucking headache from this bullshit." He said. Pulling out a pair of sunglasses Mouse put them on and tossed her the keys to his pickup truck. He didn't drive his motorcycle to the set today, but his pickup truck was almost as good. He could lean back in the seat and just shake off the rest of his horrible fucking day. He loved the business. Mouse loved women of all kinds and he loved making art, but this was not art. He was pretty sure art would kick him in the dick if art ever found out. This was a train wreck.
"Pull up to a close parking spot." Mouse instructed. He didn't feel like walking, he just wanted to order a stiff drink and then order ten more. He had enough of actors today. It was time to get down to more serious fool's dice business. Something that he was willing to trust Rebecca with, but nothing too major. It was more of a behind the scenes kind of deal and she wouldn't have all the pieces to put the puzzle together and that was just fine. Mouse liked it that way. Rebecca might have been a mutant but, Mouse never knew this... And though the Fool's dice were legends in Detroit it wasn't widly known that the fools were mutants either. Hell, Mouse wasn't even sure if Rebecca knew he was a mutant. He never showed it off around her or the studio.
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 27, 2019 2:53:41 GMT
For a few moments, Rebecca chuckled and gave Mouse the biggest Cheshire Cat grin she could; once again, she'd gotten his goat, so to speak and it showed. The look on his face was like those credit car commercials: priceless... "Fuck it. Let's go to lunch now. You're driving. I got a fucking headache from this bullshit," Mouse said, tossing her the keys to his truck.
Catching them in one easy grasp, Rebecca headed outside along with Mouse and hopped in the driver's seat of his truck, firing it up and taking off once both of them were belted in and ready to go. It was a short drive from the studio over to Luigi's but, as usual, traffic in that part of Midtown Detroit was a clusterfuck of traffic, mainly people who didn't know how to drive. "Pull up to a close parking spot." Mouse instructed.
"Gotcha covered," Rebecca replied, quickly finding a spot and pulling up to the curb, bringing the truck to a stop as they sat outside the restaurant. Looking over at Mouse, she asked, "You want me to grab a valet, have them park it or...?" She figured he wanted to talk business - probably Fools' business - with her while at Luigi's but given the look about him that moment, she tried to broach the question as gently as possible.
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May 29, 2019 13:37:32 GMT
Post by Mouse on May 29, 2019 13:37:32 GMT
Mouse looked at Rebecca for a moment. What the fuck was she talking about? His truck was tan brown and hard rust on the sides of the wheel wells. There was a crack in the windshield and dents all over the fucking place. Mouse only stared at her. His big bearded bushy face staring at her with no expression. "Are you on fucking crack? Valet park....This piece of shit? Why would I pay someone 6 bucks to park this hunk of shit? Park it in a dumpster for all I care. Come on lets go."
Mouse said getting out of the car after parking it themselves and slamming the door. He wasn't exactly angry, he was just annoyed. Moving into the restaurant they were seated quickly and Mouse waited for them both to order before he started to talk business. He ordered the baked Lasagna sounded delicious and Luigi always had big portions. He'd have to unbutton his pants again today, only this time it was to make room for his protruding belly. He waited for Rebecca to order and for the waiter to go away before he began to talk.
Mouse looked at her a moment as she leaned in and settled into the conversation. "Okay, so the Fool's Dice Club is splitting up. I don't know when and I don't know who is going to take who's side, but this shit is almost a certainty. Johnny Rome is finished in Detroit. He has fucked up every chance he has been given and he's as good as out the door. I am going to be taking over the Fool's Dice club as it's leader. And with Lulu Milton on my arm as my queen no less. Now, as leader of the fools your scrutiny for trust is a lot higher. I need to know I can trust the people around me. That means you. YOU have to make a case for yourself. I'm going to have a lot of eyes on me and if I place my trust in you and others don't see why.... Well that makes me look like an asshole understand?
Mouse needed her to become to make a statement. Something impactful that let every one of the fool's know that she was serious and she was as trustworthy as each and every one of them. Mouse took a sip of his water and waited for the food to arrive. leaning back in his chair he lit up a cigarette even though it was clearly a no smoking type of restaurant. He fucking dared anyone to come over and say anything too him. He dared them and he would love to vent a little frustration.
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 5, 2019 4:10:39 GMT
Rebecca shook her head; she was not going to valet Mouse's beat-up, POS truck and both of them knew it...but just seeing the look on his face was priceless enough for her. "Give me a minute to park and I'll join you inside," she said to him. True to her word, less than a minute later, she joined him inside. After ordering - she got the same thing Mouse did - Rebecca listened to him spell out what was going through his mind....
"Okay, so the Fool's Dice Club is splitting up. I don't know when and I don't know who is going to take who's side, but this shit is almost a certainty. Johnny Rome is finished in Detroit. He has fucked up every chance he has been given and he's as good as out the door. I am going to be taking over the Fool's Dice club as it's leader. And with Lulu Milton on my arm as my queen no less. Now, as leader of the fools your scrutiny for trust is a lot higher. I need to know I can trust the people around me. That means you. YOU have to make a case for yourself. I'm going to have a lot of eyes on me and if I place my trust in you and others don't see why.... Well that makes me look like an asshole understand?
"Crystal," Rebecca said; inside, she was stunned silent. Although she was not a member of the Fool's Dice Club, she was loyal to Mouse, a solid earner and had the innate ability to keep her mouth shut. A secret told to her stayed a secret, period. However, what Mouse was asking was, in her mind, the biggest step she would ever take in her life, a fork in the road that would have consequences for her life. Choose wisely your decision, her fellow Glaswegian gangsters would often say, for your life could very well depend on it.
Sitting back, she thought of those words and spoke, her words parsed carefully for she damn well knew the potential minefield she could be entering at that moment. "I'm in," she began. "Since hooking up with you - not in a physical sense; I have enough respect for both you and Lulu to not cross that line - I've been a solid associate, a damn good earner and one of the few people to keep you on your fucking toes, Mouse." These were all very true: though not a club member, she respected the club hierarchy and kept to it. Most all of the monies brought into Yes Daddy Studios went up the pipeline through Mouse - yes, she did skim a percent here, a percent there but as another Fools member once told her, 'Everybody fucking steals. Everybody fucking skims off the top of the money tree. Even the associates do.'
And yes, Rebecca was most capable of Mouse on his toes most days; today was no exception. "Yes, I understand the idea of loyalty; where I come from back in Glasgow, loyalty is everything. Doesn't surprise me that its' the same here...so yes, I'm in," Rebecca said, adding, "but...if you're going to be running the Club, who's going to run the Studio?"
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Jun 13, 2019 19:04:15 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 13, 2019 19:04:15 GMT
Mouse wasn't going to be running the club. It was going to be Lulu who took over when the dust settled, though Mouse was under a different impression. He thought maybe that Lulu would boost him up the ranks and rise him to the status of King when it was all said and done, but it would go very differently than he pictured. Mouse wasn't an unloyal guy. He didn't know exactly what Lulu was thinking. They hadn't really talked about it. Mouse had confessed his deep love of Lulu and they ended up banging in an aquarium after hours while a couple of security guards watched on dusty monitors. That was it. That was as far as the conversation had gone after they both realized they were ready to take Johnny Rome down. Mouse would lead the club if he was asked too.... But he would also happily fall in line right behind Lulu.
It wasn't about power or control it was about assholes being assholes and karmic justice smacking you in the face with it's dick. And if you haven't seen Karma's dick....It's a hell of alot bigger than yours! and it packs a fucking punch. Mouse sat there quietly listening to Rebecca tell him that she would be true. That she would be loyal. He knew she was skimming money out of the kitty purse. He never said a fucking word because what she took was so small. She earned well for him and brought him new talent that was always a big draw. Not to mention the few times he had stuck her in front of the camera herself and starred her in a few MILF porns. Label it like it is right? Mouse had to admit she had a killer body for a gal of her age, but every body bleeds when disloyalty runs out of focus. Weather you dangle or your parts tuck in at an angle, no one messed with Mouse's fucking money and his ability to earn for the club.
Most of the profits shot back into Johnny Rome's pocket for the club treasury fund. Mouse would grind his fucking teeth everytime he had to cut that weasle into his shit, but every scam every play made by a fool benifited all fools. That's just how it went. Everyone shared with everyone a slice of their pie and it kept wallets fat and the party life flowing. Mouse starred at Rebecca. "I've never asked you to do some shit like this, but I need you to prove your loyalty not just fucking say it."
His words were harsh almost cold. Mouse slid a gun across the table and spun it around to face her. "There's one bullet in the six chambers. Squeeze the trigger five times against your skull. Show me that I'm not an asshole, and I will believe you." Mouse wasn't joking. There was no smile playing at his face. He expected her to do this because.... Well, because the alternative was worse. If he couldn't trust her anymore, or the Fools thought that they shouldn't trust her... Then she would be taken out into an alley and killed just to be dumped in a fly infested dumpster. The Fools didn't keep loose threads around for some nosy fucking cop to come tugging on.
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Jun 16, 2019 18:14:08 GMT
Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 16, 2019 18:14:08 GMT
Mouse starred at Rebecca. "I've never asked you to do some shit like this, but I need you to prove your loyalty not just fucking say it."
His words were harsh almost cold. Mouse slid a gun across the table and spun it around to face her. "There's one bullet in the six chambers. Squeeze the trigger five times against your skull. Show me that I'm not an asshole, and I will believe you." Mouse wasn't joking. There was no smile playing at his face. He expected her to do this because.... Well, because the alternative was worse. If he couldn't trust her anymore, or the Fools thought that they shouldn't trust her... Then she would be taken out into an alley and killed just to be dumped in a fly infested dumpster. The Fools didn't keep loose threads around for some nosy fucking cop to come tugging on.
Seeing him slide the revolver across over to her, Rebecca knew damn well what Mouse was asking of her. Picking up the six-shooter, she didn't even hesitate to put the barrel flush against her temple....looking straight at him, she calmly and deliberately pulled the trigger.
Click. No round in the chamber.
One down, she thought, as she pulled the trigger again. Click, no round there.
Three more times Rebecca pulled the trigger, waiting for the instant death of a bullet to go flying through her skull, splattering her brains across the wall from them....three more times: click, click, click. Continuing to look straight at Mouse, she set the gun down and slid it back towards Mouse. "Five times up, five times down," Rebecca said to him, staring him right in the face and waiting for him to reply....
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Jun 16, 2019 23:42:29 GMT
Post by Mouse on Jun 16, 2019 23:42:29 GMT
Mouse looked at her and chuckled. He couldn't help but be a little impressed. She had icewater in her balls and nails in her veins. Sure, she was a tough one. That didn't mean that he hadn't made the right call. Picking up the gun he sighed as he ran his hand over the barrell. The smooth polished silver of "Loretta" The name he had given this particular piece. Loretta was one bad bitch and anyone Mouse wanted dead she killed no problems. When things had to get messy and time was a factor. Only, Mouse didn't want to kill Rebecca. He put the gun under his chin and pulled the trigger... "click" The sixth and final chamber was empty as well.
"You're a bit of a bitch aren't ya?" Mouse laughed. Referring to her no nonsense attitude and her ability to keep her cool even when she really shouldn't. Mouse tucked the gun in his jacket. Or at least he was going to until the waiter came over to take their orders. Instead his face grew serious and he pointed the gun at the waiter kid's head. "How's the chicken? And don't lie." Steely eyed gaze and firm delivery had the kid pissing his pants. "It....it's the s...chef's special.." The kid stammered out. Mouse lowered the hammer on the revolver and smiled. "Good. We'll have that. Both of us. Now get the fuck out of here!"
He ordered. The kid tucked the menus under his arm before even giving them out and hurried off. "AND BRING ME A PITCHER OF BEER!" He added. People were looking. Mouse didn't rightly give a shit. If people weren't looking at you then you were doing something wrong. Mouse leaned back in his chair and stuffed his gun away in his jacket pocket. "You know Rebecca.... I realized I don't really know shit about your personal life. What made you want to join the business in the first place?" He asked curiously. They were waiting for their food and most of the serious shit was already out of the way. Might as well follow up with shooting the breeze right?
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 19, 2019 2:49:55 GMT
"You motherfucker, you," Rebecca chortled, her Glaswegian smile evident as she watched Mouse pick up the revolver, put it right square under his chin and pull the trigger. Click. There'd been no bullets whatsoever in the pistol. "You're a bit of a bitch aren't ya?" Mouse laughed.
"When I have to be," she replied, pausing as Mouse talked to one of the waiters... Or at least he was going to until the waiter came over to take their orders. Instead his face grew serious and he pointed the gun at the waiter kid's head. "How's the chicken? And don't lie." Steely eyed gaze and firm delivery had the kid pissing his pants. "It....it's the s...chef's special.." The kid stammered out. Mouse lowered the hammer on the revolver and smiled. "Good. We'll have that. Both of us. Now get the fuck out of here!"
He ordered. The kid tucked the menus under his arm before even giving them out and hurried off. "AND BRING ME A PITCHER OF BEER!" He added.
You have to admit, she mused, Mouse really does have a way with words, going speechless for a little bit as he continued. "You know Rebecca.... I realized I don't really know shit about your personal life. What made you want to join the business in the first place?" He asked curiously. They were waiting for their food and most of the serious shit was already out of the way. Might as well follow up with shooting the breeze right?
"Given how I grew up back in Glasgow," she replied, leaning back in her chair, "it wasn't a hard choice. Never knew my father; he was some ship worker who screwed my mum and then vanished off into the night. Mum, the cold bitch, gave me up when I was like, four, five...truth be told, the streets were my life back then until I could get to the 'States here....but it was here that it really got under my skin, you know? Promised myself I'd never go back to the streets...
"As for a personal life, Mouse? As long as I'm making money for the studio, keeping the books in shape...screwing whatever walks out in front of you," she continued, "why worry about a personal life? I figure I got enough things to worry about to have to add anything home-related..."
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Post by Mouse on Jul 4, 2019 2:40:31 GMT
Mouse stuck a cigarette in his mouth and listened to her tragic story. He knew she had a hard life. He had never known any of the details. Still she seemed to be taking it in all in stride. She didn't skip a beat and she didn't let any of that shit from her past weigh her down. He at least had to respect her for that.
"You screw whatever is in front of you as long as it has a nice pair of legs or a hefty cock. Other than that, you clock in on time show up for the shit i need you for i really couldn't give a shit about the rest." Mouse blew off her tragic story as something he didn't care about. It was just his way to be cold and gruff. Tough love, but he did flash her a look that could only be seen as respect as he picked up his beer and took a sip.
Mouse wasn't supposed to be smoking in the resturante but damned if anyone was going to come over to him and tell him he couldn't . Well at least he thought so. "Hey buddy. Do you mind? Me and my family are trying to enjoy a nice dinner." Obviously this fucking guy missed the little show of russian roulette with the gun earlier. He had stepped away from the table to go take a piss. And obviously he was some out of town vistor tourist motherfucker who didn't know jack shit about the fools. "Oh am I disturbing you?" Mouse asked polietely.
"Yeah, you're being a real dickhead so why don't you keep it down before I get nasty." Mouse smiled pleasantly. "Ah shit man I'm sorry. Here you are out for a nice dinner with your lovely wife...." Mouse lingered his gaze on the beautiful blonde the man was sitting with. He casually glanced at their 10 year old son sitting between them. "And here I am being an asshole." Mouse said standing up.
Moving over to the table Mouse turned his chair around backwards and sat at their table with his arms across the back of the chair. "My humblest apologies. See if I had known I was being rude..." The man tried to interupt him. "What the hell do you think your" Mouse gib slapped him in the back of the head so hard he almost gave the poor shithead a concussion. "Don't you fucking interupt me." Mouse glared at him so hard he might've shattered from the force of his gaze. "Like I was saying. If I knew I was being rude and ruining your dinner Surely I would have felt terrible about it." Reaching in his jacket pocket he pulled out $200 and tossed it on the table. "Dinner's on me. Eat up. It's good." He said.
Mouse grabbed the guy by the back of the head and slammed his face down into his speghetti with so much force he shattered the plate it was sitting on breaking the guy's nose. "You better learn that sometimes you should just keep your fucking mouth shut. Showing off for your bitch here ain't going to get you nothing but a few dozen ass beatings and some hurt pride. Remember that. As for you...." Mouse turned to the guy's wife. "I could make you a star. You like that money there?" Mouse nodded at the $200 he casually gave away like it was no big deal. "You want to make some movies baby??" Mouse opened her hand and stuck another $1,000 in it along with his business card. "Leave the hubby at home and swing by my office."
Mouse didn't give her a chance to turn down his offer. "Enjoy the rest of your meal folks. You too little man." He said winking at the kid who was almost on the verge of tears. Mouse returned to Rebecca and his own table. "By the way.... I got a new Prospect. His name is blink. I'm going to need you to get him a suite, and some new clothes. Take him shopping. The kid dresses like shit. If he's going to be hanging around me he needs to look sharp. Lulu demands it so it shall be done." Mouse said taking another sip of his beer. "Oh and uh....Get that woman's contact info. I think i just found the leading lady for "Lord of the G-Strings, that new Lord of the rings parody porno. Nerds eat that shit up."
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jul 9, 2019 3:53:09 GMT
"You screw whatever is in front of you as long as it has a nice pair of legs or a hefty cock. Other than that, you clock in on time show up for the shit i need you for i really couldn't give a shit about the rest."
"Ain't it the truth," Rebecca replied, almost seeing the thought bubbles in Mouse's mind as he spoke. She knew where her place in the Fools' hierarchy was but she also knew, like a good soldato in the American Mafia, that the path to survival was to remain loyal to the Club, loyal to Mouse and continue bringing in both the dough and the talent. Anything less...well, she didn't like to think about it. Seeing the look on Mouse's face as he raised his beer, Rebecca did likewise and added, "To continued success!"
Before she could say anything else, she watched as Mouse confronted a gentleman whose family was trying to have dinner at the table next to theirs. Bad mistake on his part, she mused as Mouse dealt with the stranger - a tourist by the looks of it, she thought - and then just shook her head in amazement as Mouse all-but-offered the guy's wife a job with their studio. Studying her - she seems quite the looker, she mused, picturing her in front of the camera a moment or two - she knew the woman looked as though she had the talent to be in front of the camera...but looking it and actually having the talent are two different things, she thought.
Just as she thought things were about to escalate.... Mouse returned to Rebecca and his own table. "By the way.... I got a new Prospect. His name is Blink. I'm going to need you to get him a suite, and some new clothes. Take him shopping. The kid dresses like shit. If he's going to be hanging around me he needs to look sharp. Lulu demands it so it shall be done."
"Consider it done," she replied, making a few notes in her mind - nothing was ever written down between them - and remembering the first weeks when Mouse had taken her under his wing and knowing how she'd looked back then.... "Oh and uh....Get that woman's contact info. I think i just found the leading lady for "Lord of the G-Strings, that new Lord of the rings parody porno. Nerds eat that shit up."
"Consider that done as well," she added, waving over one of the restaurant hostesses. Slipping her two twenties, she whispered - not so much to keep it from Mouse as to keep it from the people at the next table - "woman at the table next to us; find out where they're staying at and get me the digits, okay? And," pausing to slip the hostess another twenty, "tell her she's got a running tab at Club Decadent for her to use while she's staying in Detroit," giving the hostess a friendly slap to the rear as she walked away to get the info she asked for. A side project of Rebecca's that Mouse knew about, Club Decadent was a nightclub in Detroit's Midtown District that catered exclusively to women that she used not only to make money for the Fools but also to find female talents for Mouse's studio.
Taking another long drag of beer, Rebecca began thinking of what she needed to do to get their new prospect up to the Fools' standards, wondering what she'd need to do and when....
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