[QT!] Jack London quote
“You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”
Being undercover was tricky. You had to do your job, but not give yourself away, and in the slum that Vice had happened to stumble upon, that was tricky. Because on the outside, it was obvious that there was nothing more to be seen than a strip club, but on the inside, there was rumored to be quite the prostitution ring going round. And since a cop couldn’t just go in there and poke around without probable cause. They needed an in, and since Cassavelli had already been made as a cop, they needed someone that they weren’t going to recognize.
“I hate being blond,” she sighed, fluffing the curls slightly as she looked in the mirror in the van. “Everyone always thinks you’re a ditz.”
“Well, good thing that’s what your character is then, isn’t it?” Mullvaney said with a smirk. Angell shot him a glare before running her tongue over her teeth, and tsking slightly, before turning back to him.
“So I’m from Brooklyn, right?” The accent was crisp and clean, and Mullvaney couldn’t help but grin.
“That’s m’ girl.”
“Alright, let’s do this. I swear t’ God, today is just not m’ day. The humidity just, ugh, it’s hell on the hair.”
“Just get your ass in the building,” Mullvaney said with a snort, before pushing her out of the van. She gave him a grin, before climbing out, and after adjusting her clothes slightly, made her way into the building. This wasn’t going to be easy-she could feel it already.
***
“Well, Ms.-Murroney,” Victor Melbourne said slowly, looking over the resume that the department had manufactured for her. “This list is very impressive. Now, you are aware that if you sign on with us, you will be expected to take on all the duties of this position.”
There was a slight tsk! from the back of her throat before she looked up again and made a face. “Yeah, see-here’s the thing. I don’t mind dancin’ and all that so long as the patrons know how to keep their hands to themselves. I’ve been hearin’ some rumors-”
The man’s face flinched, only slightly and just for a second, before he regained his composure and leaned forward on the desk slightly. “And what rumors would those be, exactly?”
“From what I’ve been hearin’ the red room isn’t just for lap dances,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And that if the customers paid enough, they could get a lil bow chicka wow on the side, and let’s just say I’m not all that cool with that kind of scenario.”
“Let me assure you, Terry-if I may call you Terry-that we don’t force our girls to do anything they don’t want to do. Dancing and some waitressing is about the extent of your duties, and the bouncers are very careful about the girls being-taken advantage of.” He paused for a moment, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Can I ask how you came by that information?”
She smirked. “Girls talk. Especially when they happen to partake of the same profession.”
He didn’t look satisfied, but he didn’t question her about it further either. He just extended his hand to her over the table as he stood, and gave her a smile that was as friendly as if a shark had been wearing it. “We’ll be in touch, Terry. Thank you for coming in.”
“Sure thing, boss,” she said with a slight smile, shaking his hand back before making her way out of the building. Once she was a good distance away, she rolled her neck, trying to relax and play it casual. This was going to be a very long assignment. She knew that much already.
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Being undercover was tricky. You had to do your job, but not give yourself away, and in the slum that Vice had happened to stumble upon, that was tricky. Because on the outside, it was obvious that there was nothing more to be seen than a strip club, but on the inside, there was rumored to be quite the prostitution ring going round. And since a cop couldn’t just go in there and poke around without probable cause. They needed an in, and since Cassavelli had already been made as a cop, they needed someone that they weren’t going to recognize.
“I hate being blond,” she sighed, fluffing the curls slightly as she looked in the mirror in the van. “Everyone always thinks you’re a ditz.”
“Well, good thing that’s what your character is then, isn’t it?” Mullvaney said with a smirk. Angell shot him a glare before running her tongue over her teeth, and tsking slightly, before turning back to him.
“So I’m from Brooklyn, right?” The accent was crisp and clean, and Mullvaney couldn’t help but grin.
“That’s m’ girl.”
“Alright, let’s do this. I swear t’ God, today is just not m’ day. The humidity just, ugh, it’s hell on the hair.”
“Just get your ass in the building,” Mullvaney said with a snort, before pushing her out of the van. She gave him a grin, before climbing out, and after adjusting her clothes slightly, made her way into the building. This wasn’t going to be easy-she could feel it already.
***
“Well, Ms.-Murroney,” Victor Melbourne said slowly, looking over the resume that the department had manufactured for her. “This list is very impressive. Now, you are aware that if you sign on with us, you will be expected to take on all the duties of this position.”
There was a slight tsk! from the back of her throat before she looked up again and made a face. “Yeah, see-here’s the thing. I don’t mind dancin’ and all that so long as the patrons know how to keep their hands to themselves. I’ve been hearin’ some rumors-”
The man’s face flinched, only slightly and just for a second, before he regained his composure and leaned forward on the desk slightly. “And what rumors would those be, exactly?”
“From what I’ve been hearin’ the red room isn’t just for lap dances,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And that if the customers paid enough, they could get a lil bow chicka wow on the side, and let’s just say I’m not all that cool with that kind of scenario.”
“Let me assure you, Terry-if I may call you Terry-that we don’t force our girls to do anything they don’t want to do. Dancing and some waitressing is about the extent of your duties, and the bouncers are very careful about the girls being-taken advantage of.” He paused for a moment, before tilting his head to the side slightly. “Can I ask how you came by that information?”
She smirked. “Girls talk. Especially when they happen to partake of the same profession.”
He didn’t look satisfied, but he didn’t question her about it further either. He just extended his hand to her over the table as he stood, and gave her a smile that was as friendly as if a shark had been wearing it. “We’ll be in touch, Terry. Thank you for coming in.”
“Sure thing, boss,” she said with a slight smile, shaking his hand back before making her way out of the building. Once she was a good distance away, she rolled her neck, trying to relax and play it casual. This was going to be a very long assignment. She knew that much already.
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