Friday, January 13th, 11:30 PM At a Club
Amanda sighed as she walked into the club, giving Sen-kun a wave. Normally, she only came about once in a month to check the books. Unfortunately, she'd been made aware of a pick-pocket who was stealing from her patrons and cutting into the profits as a result. Five or six wallets were being stolen in a night, and those individuals were usually the bigger spenders as well.
That was the problem with the location she'd picked for the club. It was in neutral territory and close enough to less favorable areas that an enterprising thief could easily make his or her way into the club. She hadn't heard anything about people trying to sell drugs in the club yet, but figured it was only a matter of time before someone got stupid. That was why she had more than one bouncer, though only Sen-kun was obvious. She didn't want thieves stealing from her patrons or drug dealers selling their poison in her club. That just cut into her profits. Let them drink alcohol if they wanted a buzz. Then the profits were going to the club at least.
Since she'd had a little conversation with a pick-pocket recently, she knew what to look for in the crowd. That was why she'd come back early. Technically, she shouldn't be allowed into the club tonight. Although they did have a teen night every few weeks that allowed 16 and older into the club, tonight was not one of those nights. Patrons were being asked for ID at the door if they looked younger than 20 and were thus under-age to drink.
Even though it was an adults-only night, Amanda knew a few teens would probably slip through the cracks. Sentoshi, the bouncer she called Sen-kun, was a little lenient on teen guys, especially the cute ones. Amanda didn't really care, as long as the club stayed open and the cops didn't find out. Either way, it was usually younger girls who tried to sneak in rather than guys and Sen-kun didn't have a taste for girls. He turned them away at the door. That was why she'd insisted on hiring him when the owner was thinking of someone else.
Like the last time she'd come to the club, she was whisked to the back for a wardrobe change. Today's outfit was a pair of tiny black leather pants and a red corset-style shirt that laced up the back and didn't have any sleeves. A whip was curled around a belt loop to her right side, the better to tie someone up with when she finally caught her prey. To make the outfit even worse, the top left plenty of her stomach showing and made her too aware that her chest had been growing lately.
"Why am I wearing this again? How on earth do you expect me to take down our thief if I have to worry about my shirt falling down?" Amanda asked the waitresses who'd thrust the clothes at her. They both shook their heads and one tightened the shirt a little more.
"It won't fall off. Here, put on these shoes." She stated as she handed over a pair of really high heeled black shoes. Amanda shuddered, but obediently put them on. Sore feet were a small price to pay.
After leaving the room, the blonde sat at her usual table and watched the crowd. Her eyes scanned each individual carefully. That was when she caught sight of a girl who stumbled and brushed up against a guy. As Amanda watched, the girl slid her hand teasingly over the guy while her other hand slipped his wallet into her pocket.
To be sure, Amanda kept her eyes on the girl and watched her lift three more wallets. She then got up and slipped onto the dance floor. With her prey in sight, the blonde slipped through the oblivious crowd, not letting anyone so much as brush against her, though she had to sway and move to the music to do so. She moved like a large cat stalking its prey and waited for the girl to lift another wallet, bidding her time so that she could catch the girl red-handed.
When the girl tried her trick again, Amanda snapped her hand out and caught the girls wrist. She instantly moved her body so that she caught the other hand and slipped her foot around the girl's legs from behind her. A little forward momentum was all she needed to take the other girl down. She heard the girl scream as she fell and made sure that the girl hit the ground extra hard.
She wasted no time in pulling the girl's hands and arms into a position behind her back and using the whip to hog-tie her. It was crude, but effective. She picked up the stolen wallet that had been dropped and instantly bowed to the victim, offering his wallet.
"I apologize if I've ruined your night, but I noticed that this girl was stealing your wallet." Amanda stated, keeping her eyes down demurely so that she wouldn't have to look at whoever had been the victim. She'd only seen the victim from behind, so she didn't know who it was and hoped that she wasn't going to face an irate drunkard.
That was the problem with the location she'd picked for the club. It was in neutral territory and close enough to less favorable areas that an enterprising thief could easily make his or her way into the club. She hadn't heard anything about people trying to sell drugs in the club yet, but figured it was only a matter of time before someone got stupid. That was why she had more than one bouncer, though only Sen-kun was obvious. She didn't want thieves stealing from her patrons or drug dealers selling their poison in her club. That just cut into her profits. Let them drink alcohol if they wanted a buzz. Then the profits were going to the club at least.
Since she'd had a little conversation with a pick-pocket recently, she knew what to look for in the crowd. That was why she'd come back early. Technically, she shouldn't be allowed into the club tonight. Although they did have a teen night every few weeks that allowed 16 and older into the club, tonight was not one of those nights. Patrons were being asked for ID at the door if they looked younger than 20 and were thus under-age to drink.
Even though it was an adults-only night, Amanda knew a few teens would probably slip through the cracks. Sentoshi, the bouncer she called Sen-kun, was a little lenient on teen guys, especially the cute ones. Amanda didn't really care, as long as the club stayed open and the cops didn't find out. Either way, it was usually younger girls who tried to sneak in rather than guys and Sen-kun didn't have a taste for girls. He turned them away at the door. That was why she'd insisted on hiring him when the owner was thinking of someone else.
Like the last time she'd come to the club, she was whisked to the back for a wardrobe change. Today's outfit was a pair of tiny black leather pants and a red corset-style shirt that laced up the back and didn't have any sleeves. A whip was curled around a belt loop to her right side, the better to tie someone up with when she finally caught her prey. To make the outfit even worse, the top left plenty of her stomach showing and made her too aware that her chest had been growing lately.
"Why am I wearing this again? How on earth do you expect me to take down our thief if I have to worry about my shirt falling down?" Amanda asked the waitresses who'd thrust the clothes at her. They both shook their heads and one tightened the shirt a little more.
"It won't fall off. Here, put on these shoes." She stated as she handed over a pair of really high heeled black shoes. Amanda shuddered, but obediently put them on. Sore feet were a small price to pay.
After leaving the room, the blonde sat at her usual table and watched the crowd. Her eyes scanned each individual carefully. That was when she caught sight of a girl who stumbled and brushed up against a guy. As Amanda watched, the girl slid her hand teasingly over the guy while her other hand slipped his wallet into her pocket.
To be sure, Amanda kept her eyes on the girl and watched her lift three more wallets. She then got up and slipped onto the dance floor. With her prey in sight, the blonde slipped through the oblivious crowd, not letting anyone so much as brush against her, though she had to sway and move to the music to do so. She moved like a large cat stalking its prey and waited for the girl to lift another wallet, bidding her time so that she could catch the girl red-handed.
When the girl tried her trick again, Amanda snapped her hand out and caught the girls wrist. She instantly moved her body so that she caught the other hand and slipped her foot around the girl's legs from behind her. A little forward momentum was all she needed to take the other girl down. She heard the girl scream as she fell and made sure that the girl hit the ground extra hard.
She wasted no time in pulling the girl's hands and arms into a position behind her back and using the whip to hog-tie her. It was crude, but effective. She picked up the stolen wallet that had been dropped and instantly bowed to the victim, offering his wallet.
"I apologize if I've ruined your night, but I noticed that this girl was stealing your wallet." Amanda stated, keeping her eyes down demurely so that she wouldn't have to look at whoever had been the victim. She'd only seen the victim from behind, so she didn't know who it was and hoped that she wasn't going to face an irate drunkard.