The Purple Sin

It's late November; the last rays of red sunlight illuminate the sky of the Windy Apple as another week of productivity has come to an end.

The rays of the setting sun, illuminating the facades of the numerous skyscrapers in the midtown business district and gives these monuments of cold-hearted profits and financial success an almost warm and caring look.

Capitol City; the place to be when one wants to earn money fast in vast quantities.

The only thing one has to do is sell his or her soul to the devil and forget about the feelings which makes one human.

Leave your scruples behind; be prepared to crush numerous lesser souls and you'll be like a 'god' who reigns from one of the top floor offices.

A 'god', who can look down at the end of the day and sees how an endless stream of the lesser ones rush home in their cars with a handful of hard earned money.

The sun has set and a ribbon of red and white lights illuminate the roads and the numerous suspension bridges which are crossing the river.

People go home, home to their families where they can enjoy each others company or enjoy the other fruits of life.

With their earned money they can buy the occasional luxury: a 'new' second hand car, a new flat screen TV, or just save it so it can be spend on the annual holiday.

Not the 'gods'; the little but often so important things which add a the extra joy to the life of the lesser ones, are considered as common and futile by them.

When the 'gods' have some kind of material desire, they just get it; get it as easy as if they are taking a breath of air.

Always in reach and no joy is felt when the actual moment of the purchase is there or when the desired item is owned.

No, the 'gods' need a different kind of 'fruit'; the kind which is forbidden and hidden in the narrow alleys outside the business district.

Alleys which are not colored red by the light of the setting sun, but by the screaming neon lights of a different kind of industry.

Places with access for members only; safeguarded by the stereotypical 'gorillas' dressed up in cheap suits to look representative for the company and to cover up their low brow task in a rather pathetic way.

The 'gods' prefer to spend their easy earned money over there; spend it in vast amounts as only there they can expose the nature of the decadent beasts they really are; the places where the 'gods' become 'hogs'.

One entrepreneur in special knows very well about what the 'hogs' want and need.

Jeb Fielding is considered as a 'god' and perhaps even a 'hog' in his own branch; a self made man with a keen instinct for business when it comes to the 'forbidden fruits' of life.

People know very little about the past of him and the rumors he is 'connected' as a trusted business associate to the local mob are widespread and numerous.

Jeb owns and exploits a place called 'Le péché pourpre' or 'The purple sin'.

'The Sin', as it is called among its clientele, is a place with a notorious reputation when it comes to the offered possibilities regarding the 'forbidden fruits'.

A classy private club, but only for those who can afford…only for the 'gods'.


The purple and green neon lights of 'the Sin' illuminate the opposing facades of the buildings on the other side of the alley.

At the entrance 'the Sins gorillas' Marv and Earl are watching over who enters, checking out if people are allowed members and if needed remove unwanted 'elements' with a soft or hard hand.

A young blonde woman walks up to them and asks somewhat nervously where she can find mister Fielding.

"Whadda ya want from him?" growls one of the muscle heaps with a New Jersey accent.

Slightly intimidated the young woman replies: " I….uh….I have to start to work here tonight….as a waitress".

The face of the grumpy 'gorilla' changes in a more friendlier one: "Ah, ya must be Spike, the new kid in town; Jeb told us you were gonna start tonight".

"Spike?….No, no…my name is…" The young woman stammers as another even more intimidating clump of muscles:steps forward.

"Don't worry girl, we all have nicknames here except us: I'm Marv and this ugly fellow over here is Earl" the man replies with a friendly smile on his face.

"Not half as ugly as you are Marv; welcome to 'Freetown' Spike….c'mon, I'll bring ya to Jeb" Earl laughs.

The red rope which is there to provide some kind of a barrier for people entering too hasty is removed and Spike is let in.

After passing a small corridor, she and Earl enter the lobby and for the first time she sees the grandeur and can feel the atmosphere of 'the Sin' by night and in full working order.

The lobby; a place which is softly illuminated by a delicate mixture of white and purple lights, the walls covered with tapestry and exclusive Italian walnut paneling which form bay windows in which paintings of dancers and other kinds of burlesque scenes can be seen.

The floor covered with long pile carpet, doors and other woodwork made out of the same Italian walnut as the bay windows, leaf golden classic style ornaments and large planting create an intimate and classy atmosphere.

As the both of them pass the painting of a nude young female dancer with long black hair Spike stops.

" Oh, this one is really beautiful done in the style of Edgar Degas".

" Ed who?…..Naaah, is just 'her majesty' showin' off her gear; nothin' special" Earl replies in a somewhat indifferent manner.

" Her majesty?" Spike asks.

"Yeah, she's the leading lady of the "Parade of the damned"….the 'hogs' love her, ya know….oh yeah, they sure do" Earl chuckles.

"Parade of the damned, 'hogs'?" Spike asks somewhat awkward.

"The girls of the 'Parade of the damned' aren't just for watching kiddo; they're also for touching…but only if ya have enough hard cash on ya; especially if you have a boner for 'her majesty'".

"That girl can make a dead guy cum twice within ten minutes" Earl continues.

"And about the 'hogs', heh, ya gonna serve them as much booze as ya can sweetie….and remember, the bigger your boobs, the better the tip"

"I…I see" is the only thing Spike can bring out after this 'subtle introduction' by the heap of muscles from New Jersey.


High ranked civil servants, business men and women, lawyers, district attorneys, the higher ranks of the police force as well as local mobsters; anyone with money and influence can be seen there.

The nouveau riche, men and women, can enjoy abundantly from the 'forbidden fruits' of life offered in the shape of booze, cocaine, live music, revealingly dressed girls and sex.

They don't need to pretend any decency at 'the Sin'; no, in Jeb's realm 'discretion' is written in gold so they can forget about keeping up appearances and become decadent beasts, become 'hogs'.

As usual Jeb is in the midst of all this; standing in the main hall, overlooking if things are running smooth and chats with the clients.

A not too tall man in his forties, wearing a dark Armani suit and wearing his half long grayish hair in a tail.

From the corner of his eye he sees Earl with a young woman entering the hall.

"Jeb, here's our newest member of the family….."

"Spiky baby, good to see you girl!" he warmly welcomes his new and somewhat nervous employee.

"Good evening mister Fielding" Spike nervously replies.

"Aww, c'mon sweetie; don't be so nervous and please call me Jeb…. We're one big happy family over here."

"C'mon, let's go to my office where we can have a little talk before you actually start".

Jeb friendly puts his hand on Spike's back and together they leave the hall and go to his office at the first floor.

"Take a seat sweetie and can I offer you something to drink?"

Still nervous, Spike sits down as Jeb pours her a glass of almond liquor.

"It's OK you are a bit tensed; after all, it's a new job in quite an exotic place" Jeb tries to reassure.

"It's so different from what I saw when I was here the first time" Spike replies.

"Yes, this is 'the Sin' in full working order and now you also know what I meant when I told you that discretion is the most important thing when you want to work here".

"A lot of our clients are well known to the public and when they are here, they want to loosen up; loosen up by using and doing things the outside world wouldn't appreciate".

"You can be confident I keep quiet Jeb; I'm way to grateful you offered me this job so I can pay for my study" Spike reassures.

"You are studying art, right?" Jeb asks.

"Yeah, I have almost finished my first year and one day I hope I can make a living out of it".

Spike gets less nervous and the conversation continues involving some last details about how things are done at 'the Sin'.

"Despite the fact you will be serving the clients topless, you don't need to worry about all kinds of guys and gals start to touch you".

"I will be on the floor most of the time and Ernie, 'The Sin's one man quick intervention force' is watching over you girls all the time on his screens in the security room".

There is a knock on the door and a topless woman with long black hair and two purple locks enters.

"Earl told me you wanted to see me Jeb?" she asks.

"Ah yes; Gigi, this is Spike…. the newest member of the family….I want you to show her the ropes and make her acquainted with everything".

"Sure Jeb, no problem" Gigi friendly replies.

"OK girls, I have to go back downstairs; the 'Parade of the damned' is about to peak and I have to be there when it does".

Jeb leaves his office and Gigi pours Spike another drink.

"Hiya Spike; I'm Gigi, I will tell you a few practical things about how things are done over here and show you were everything can be found".

"Nice to meet you Gigi, I hope I won't screw up too many times". Spike replies still a bit bashful.

"Don't worry, the job isn't that difficult; basically you earn your money with the looks of your body" Gigi friendly reassures her.

"C'mon, empty your glass so I can give you your 'uniform' and show you around".

Spike empties her glass and both women leave the office.

"Wow, even upstairs things are as classy as in the club itself" Spike wonders while she watches the interior on her way to the waitresses dressing-room.

"Well, it's part of the club; the clients come here as well so it has to be representative" Gigi explains.

"Come here as well?…Is there some kind of a small hall here upstairs?"

Gigi gets a grin on her face and continues her explanation: "no sweetie, the clients come here when they want to make use of the 'extra service' which is provided by the 'queens' of 'the Parade of the damned'".

"Ah, I see….so that's what Earl meant with 'watching and touching'".

"Yep, and believe me when I tell you that you will see a lot of public faces over here".

"But don't worry about it, you won't be touched…unless you want it" Gigi continues.

The girls enter the dressing-room and Gigi lights a cigarette.

"Want one too?" She asks Spike while she opens a large closet which is filled with revealing clothing.

Spike takes the offered cigarette out of Gigi`s package and asks: " do I wear the same outfit as you?"

"Yep, you do; we all wear the same over here" Gigi smiles while her cigarette is dangling between her lips as she hands over a pair of fishnet stockings and the revealing purple and black showgirl suit which is worn by the waitresses.

Spike undresses and puts on her 'uniform'.

"Oh my, those two will definitely earn you some good money girl" Gigi remarks when she sees Spike's breasts.

Spike starts to blush and doesn't know very well what to say.

"Believe me girl, the nicer your body, the better the tips…and you have a really nice body".

"Uh…yeah…it's uh….it's OK…..I guess" the young blonde woman stammers as she puts on the black collar necklace with a little purple heart in it.

When Spike is all dressed up, Gigi sits down next to her.

"Spike, before we go back I want to tell you something which you always have to keep in mind when you are in this place."

"Always keep 'the three monkeys' in mind…..see nothing, hear nothing and talk about nothing."

"Never interfere with things going on; just do your job and mind your own business."

And with an even more serious voice she continues: "be good to Jeb Spike, so he will be good to you….you don't want to know what happens if you're not good to him…."


All dressed up and ready to start her new 'career', Spike follows Gigi out of the dressing-room.

Feeling pretty awkward, as it will be the first time she exposes her nude upper body to all kinds of strangers, she tries to find some kind of an attitude to hide her nervousness.

Suddenly a door to the right opens and a woman with long black hair steps outside her –seemingly- private dressing-room.

Dressed in a raspberry colored skirt which reaches up to her knees and ditto shirt, a lilac blouse, white stockings and open black high-heel shoes it seems like she walked straight out of Sunday school.

The lilac bow she wears in her black hair only emphasizes on this way too innocent and sweet 'miss goody two shoes' look.

"Awww, you must be a new one; I never have seen you before in here sweetie" she remarks with a sweet dark voice when she sees Spike.

"Now let me take a look at you" she continues while she bites her lower lip in an innocent but lustful way and walks around Spike while her fingers slide over the young girls naked upper body.

Spike starts to blush and has no idea what to say to this woman who seems to be some kind of sexual predator.

Again the woman walks around Spike while still touching her….

When she is behind her, she stops and puts her arms around Spike's upper body and lays her hands on her breasts and starts to play with her nipples.

"When you want some good tips sweetie, you better have some hard nipples" she whispers with a sweet voice in Spike's ear.

The poor new waitress really has no clue what is happening to her at this moment and with a helpless look in her eyes she watches Gigi, hoping she may know what to do.

"Gotta go now sweetie, the boys downstairs are waiting for me" the woman whispers with a dark sensual voice and before she lets poor Spike go, she kisses her in her neck and wanders off with an almost diabolical smile on her face.

Nailed to the ground and with a face which has become so red it almost is emitting light, Spike tries to understand what just happened to her.

"Wha…what…..what the fuck was that?" she stammers.

"Congrats girl, you just met the 'empress'" Gigi chuckles.

"'The empress?'….What do you mean?"

"She is the queen of queens, the top act of the parade and above all: very good in what she's doing".

"And what is she doing?"

"Well, some people would say just following her clitoris; but basically she does everything as long as it involves sex and money"

"I…I see" is the only thing Spike, still being somewhat in shock, can say.

"So congrats again girl; you just met Jazz."


Backstage Jazz watches how the previous act in 'The parade of the damned' is nearing its end.

While smoking a cigarette she watches Lola's and Spider's kinky lesbian act which still is in progress.

She never understood how these two were able to work together on stage.

Lola was a six foot two tall hefty woman with a big bush of curly red hair and as elegant as a dragline in a scrap yard.

Her character was more or less the same as her appearance: pretty vulgar without the slightest sense of class and refinement.

Despite her official nickname was 'Lola', she was also referred to as 'the cow' when she wasn't around.

Spider was completely different: a slender and not too tall black haired woman; a bit eccentric and a dreamer who preferred to live in her own world.

She got her nickname because of the spider tattoo on her left butt cheek as well because of the fact she was very much into kinky stuff.

It almost seemed a bit like she had two completely different personalities: at one hand she was the silent and almost sweet dreamer, while at the other hand she was this raw kinky predator.

Somewhat bored Jazz inhales the smoke of her cigarette while she watches how the two girls on stage are kissing, licking, spanking and inserting all kinds of items in each others bodies.

Blue grayish smoke fills the backstage area as she breathes out while leaning backwards in the chair she is sitting in.

Suddenly the scene on stage catches Jazz' attention as she sees how Lola's face has become quite reddish and is blurting out moans and other sounds which she normally doesn't.

With a somewhat twisted face Lola hisses several words to Spider who is taking her from behind with a pretty nasty dildo.

Jeb, who is also backstage and watches the performance, wonders out loud: "now what the fuck are those two doing!?"

"Aww, probably 'classing' up their act a bit Jebbie…..was really needed" Jazz cynically grins.

Jeb steps forward and manages to get Spider's attention while making 'cut it' signs by moving his hand in front of his throat.

Spider knows it's not a good idea to argue with the boss, so she withdraws the dildo out of Lola's 'slightly' irritated womanhood.

Professionals as they are, both girls bring their act to an end and elegantly leave the stage.

However, their level of professionalism drops rapidly when both are backstage.

"You fucking cunt!…Do you think my pussy is some kind of sewer-pipe which has to be unplugged!" Lola hisses while pushing Spider against the wall with her right hand.

"And what were you think you were doing up there huh!?" Spider hisses back while pushing Lola back.

"I told you I have a nasty skin rash on my butt and what do you do!?…You beat the shit out of me with that fucking whip of yours, you cow!"

"You didn't tell me and who's a cow!?"

"I told you my ass is covered in at least an inch of make up to cover the redness on it!"

"Ladies, ladies, ladies, let's keep things nice and easy right?….No need to start world war three right now, so quit it!" Jeb interrupts.

"Nice and easy?….My insides feel like half a platoon of Texan rednecks have been test-drilling for oil in me!" Lola hisses to Jeb.

"And how about my customers huh?…..How should I fuck the 'hogs' right now and earn some cash!?" she continues.

"You aint have no customers tonight sweetie; apparently they didn't like what the two of you pulled off on stage…even the 'hogs' can recognize bad taste and screwed up acts!" Jeb bites back.

"What!" Both girls hiss out simultaneously.

Jazz, who has watched the whole scene from her chair is now almost dieing of laughter.

Furiously, Lola takes notice of her co-worker and bites " having a good time Jazz!?…You can lick my ass, you fucking cunt!"

"No, can't do sweetie….I'm not into bestialities and if I were; you couldn't afford me" Jazz replies with a sweet voice and a devilish smile on her face.

Too much for Lola….."Y're fucking dead bitch!"

Jeb now has enough of the way this small 'labor dispute' is fought out: "No she aint and now the both of you shut up and cool down!"

Lola and Spider see their boss means business and leave while hissing all kinds of maledictions to each other.

"Nice comment Jazz ….just what we need in situations like these…. "

Jazz wipes a tear of laughter off her face wile still laughing "sorry Jebbie; I just couldn't resist".

"Yeah, sure….. now get ready and give the 'hogs' what they want" Jeb grumbles.


The band starts to play a slow blues as the soft purple and white lights in the main hall of 'the Sin' are dimmed.

Soft purple spots illuminate the catwalk where slowly from between the curtains a female figure appears.

Slowly and sensually she walks on the slow rhythm of the blues to the first pole on the catwalk.

When a muted trumpet joins in the music she grabs the pole and slowly turns around it.

The music continues and the still softly purple illuminated female figure drops to the ground, makes a twist and crawls like a cat, who is stalking its pray, to the broadened part at the end of the catwalk in the midst of the main hall.

She gabs the pole in the midst of the stage and with her back against it, she slowly rises.

The slow blues is coming to an end and the female figure slowly turns around the pole, hanging on one arm and stops when the music ends and the lights dim even further.

A short silence falls while she is still hanging on her arm.

Suddenly the raw sound of an electric guitar breaks the silence as it plays the into of 'bad to the bone'; lights surrounding the catwalk are simultaneously turned on and Jazz throws her head backwards and let go of the pole.

The drums kick in and at the same time she rips open her lilac blouse and starts a way more aggressive dance compared to what she has been doing during the into.

The blouse goes off, leaving her in her raspberry sleeveless shirt and dress.

The crowd cheers when they see the first pieces of bare yellow skin of Jazz' goddess body.

With a devilish smile and fiery eyes she parades over the catwalk to the first pole which she grabs, twists herself around it and pulls herself up.

For a few seconds she hangs still while holding herself with her thighs and feet to the pole while arching backwards till she hangs upside down.

Her long black hair touches the ground and her raspberry skirt comes up, revealing the white lingerie she's wearing.

Still in upside down position she slowly slides downwards.

On the ground she rolls over, turns around and stops right in front of a gray haired man who offers her twenty dollars.

With a hungry smile on her face Jazz accepts and puts the banknote in her stocking.

She starts to slowly unbutton her shirt in front of the guy and when it's gone, she hangs over to give him a little peek inside her white brazier.

Her shirt comes off and she moves back to the pole at the broadened part of the catwalk.

She picks up speed, grabs the pole and makes a quick turn around it while moving herself in an almost horizontal position.

Spiraling downwards, softly landing on her knee, she rolls over again and stops in front of a hand offering her another 20 bucks to take of her skirt.

The second banknote is also put in her stocking and as she is sensual moving her hips on the rhythm of the music, she lowers her dress and is now only wearing her white silk lingerie and her black pumps.

On her lower abdomen a small tattoo of a dragonfly is revealed.

The air starts to fill with increasing levels of testosterone as the lights are turned down again and the raw blues-rock comes to an end.

Soft purple lights are once illuminating the catwalk while a soft pink spot is aimed at Jazz which follows her moves.

The band starts to play 'Moments in love' by 'Art of noise' and Jazz starts to move more slowly and elegantly.

The regulars at 'the Sin' now know what is going to happen and it doesn't take long before several hands are offering banknotes of twenty and fifty dollars to make her take of her brazier while whistling and shouting all kinds of, more or less, suggestive remarks to the dancer.

Sitting on her knees with her head down and closed eyes Jazz waves her body on the rhythm of the music as is she is almost in some kind of trance.

She loosens her brazier, but doesn't take it off yet and start to collect the offered money while rolling and crawling over the catwalk.

She rises and makes several rhythmic bows which make her brazier come off; but still she isn't showing her breasts.

She spots another hand offering a fifty dollar bill and with both her arms crossed in front of her chest, she spirals down to the ground and goes flat on her belly right in front of the guy offering her the money.

She grabs his tie and let it slide through her hand as she grabs the banknote with her lips while looking the guy straight in his eyes.

She rolls on her back; the banknote still between her lips and now reveals her breasts.

The 'hogs' go wild when she reveals this first, quite developed, part of her womanhood.

Again Jazz moves up to one of the poles; the pink spot still following her.

She grabs it with both her hands, slides a bit downwards and lifts herself up and starts to slowly turn around it with her legs spread wide.

She ascends and again starts to turn around the pole, standing on one leg while her other leg is twisted around it, holding herself with one hand.

She picks up speed and now spirals free from the ground.

Elegantly she comes to a stop and places her back against the pole and starts to slowly take off her suspender-belt.

Now only wearing her white stockings and her thong, Jazz knows the time to really cash in has come.

Her experience has taught her how to recognize the 'big spenders'; the guys who are willing to offer her a hundred bucks or even more to take off her thong.

Dancing now on the more jazzy sounds of 'Entao eu vou' she parades the catwalk while swaying sensual with her hips and playing with her thong; the song is continued as long as Jazz is still wearing it.

Several fifty and twenty dollar bills are offered to her but Jazz isn't intending to show her last piece of covered womanhood for those amounts of money…..no, this requires at least a bill with three numbers.

She continues her seductive dance while still playing with the sides of her thong till she spots a hand offering the desired banknote.

"Fuck, him again" she softly whispers as she sees who is offering the hundred dollar bill.

A large fat bald and red faced man in his mid fifties is holding up the banknote.

With his tiny pig like eyes he is almost looking Jazz out of her last remainder of lingerie.

"Very little choice at the moment…." and somewhat reluctant she starts to dance in front of the 'hog'.

She drops to the ground on her knees; arches back and slowly Jazz starts to lower her thong while almost feeling how the tiny pig like eyes of the man in front of her are piercing her.

She rolls on her back, hooks her heels behind the side of the catwalk and pulls herself to the money.

With a hungry smile and a lustful look in her eyes she now sits right in front of the money; the 'hog' grins hungry back as he rises from his seat.

Jazz spreads her legs wide so her full womanhood is exposed and opens herself with her fingers.

The 'hog' has folded the hundred dollar bill over his finger; reaches out…and slowly inserts it.

She moans hungry while she throws her upper body back, rises up again and bends over to the 'hog'.

"Kiss the dragonfly sweetie" she moans while she caress the red head of the 'donator'.

Again she arches her upper body back and feels how a badly shaven chin moves up her pubic area and kisses the small tattooed dragonfly.

With the money still inside her she rolls back on her side, ascends and moves back to the pole.

She puts her back against it, squats, spreads her legs and slowly removes the banknote.

The overheated audience is cheering, shouting and whistling which makes Jazz almost feel some kind of pity for this display of primal expressions.

Once more the music has changed and now the band is playing an instrumental version of Tina Turners 'Private dancer'.

Again Jazz performs several acrobatic moves on the pole: hanging upside down, turning around it and above all spreading her legs to seduce the other 'hogs' to put money in her.

Another hundred dollar bill is spotted and she repeats the act of inserting and removing the money when back at the pole.

Several other men and even a woman are now offering her bills of fifty bucks which she collects by hanging over the edge of the catwalk while grabbing the money with her lips; allowing the 'donator' to touch her breasts.

Slowly the music comes to an end as Jazz makes her final figures on the pole.

One time she rotates upside down, moves back into horizontal position and slowly slides to the ground.

She turns herself over, rises and while bowing elegantly, she slowly moves back over the catwalk till she reaches the curtains….act finished.


Tired and sweating from her performance, Jazz sits down on a chair backstage and picks a cigarette out of her package.

"Jazzy, Jazzy, Jazzy; what an act sweetie; the 'hogs' were eating out of your hand!" Jeb enthusiastically compliments his star dancer.

"Yeah, not that bad…I only wish that bald fatso wasn't still around…he almost pressed that fucking banknote into my stomach!"

"Well Jazzy, he's going to put something different in you as well" Jeb grins.

"Aww fuck no!…Don't tell me he made a booking!" Jazz complains.

"He did sweetie, he paid the full five hundred bucks so you better give him a good time and remember Jazz, this one is important….he's a new 'big shot' at city hall".

Jazz sighs: "alright Jebbie, let 'the games' begin but first let me have a shower".

"Can't do sweetie, the fatso wants you like you have left the stage…wet and sweaty."

Jazz rises while her cigarette dangles between her lips and puts on a translucent kimono while shaking her head: "Christ, one of those….alright, lets earn some cash" …she sighs and walks to her private dressing-room where her customer is waiting for her.

The big fat guy is already sitting on her bed as she enters.

"Aww, sweetie; are you still hungry?" she smiles innocently with a sark sensual voice.

He grins back: "lemme taste that juicy pussy of yours honey, I have developed a taste for it".

Jazz kneels in front of him and strokes his crotch…"my, my, we sure are hungry, aren't we sweetie?"

"Come to Billy baby, let me show you how I can give you a good time" the bald red faced man replies over confident.

Jazz starts to open his pants and a few minutes later she is extinguishing his fiery lust with her mouth…


"How I can give you a good time; ha!….You fuck like a bag of potatoes!….. Mister 'hung like a stallion'…I've seen crawl bigger things out of a head of lettuce" Jazz cynically talks out loud to her self while sitting on the edge of her bed counting her earned money.

The banknotes are spread out on the blanket; "five hundred for working on my back….half of it for Jeb…two times a hundred bucks, five notes of fifty and seven of twenty…makes…. eight hundred and forty for me….not bad…..means over two 'grand' this week ".

For a moment Jazz watches silently in front of her; she's twenty nine and knows her career in 'the Sin' has had its longest time.

She has worked there since she was nineteen years old; first as a waitress, later as a stripper and for the last seven years as a 'queen'.

The top act of 'the Sin'; working four nights a week and earning over 2000 dollars with ease….a week.

Jazz never saw what she was doing to earn her daily bread as work; for her it's all fun and it enables her to live an easy life.

But still, despite the fact she loves what she is doing, things have changed a bit.

From time to time a certain cold and somewhat awkward wind blows through her life.

A few years ago, she always went on after work, go out in the luxury clubs in the city where she spent the most of her earned money.

Dancing half naked on a bar, the parties, the booze, the coke, the flirts, the fun…..but not anymore.

She can still act wild and extravagant, but for one reason or another the need to do so became less and most of the time is just not there anymore.

Still sitting on her bed, Jazz wonders about the fact that for the first time in all these years she felt aversion when this guy was inside of her.

Sure, there have been more guys which wouldn't have been her first choice, but what happened tonight…..was something different.

She couldn't focus on her own pleasure as well as on the money; her all time tactics to keep a distance from what she was doing.

The shower; each night after finishing her work she takes a long and elaborate shower.

Not only to wash off the sweat and other body fluids after a nights work; but over the years it has become an also more symbolic way of cleaning herself…to wash away the filth.

After a thirty minute shower Jazz is drying her long black hair with a hairdryer while still feeling puzzled about what happened to her that night.

"Perhaps I just need some time off" she wonders out loud while she puts on her tight jeans and white pullover.

She gathers the money from the bed and puts it in her purse, throws away the used condom and pulls the bed sheets straight.

Finally she looks around her dressing room to see if everything looks at least a bit decent, turns off the lights and leaves.

Downstairs she catches Jeb and gives him his fifty percent share

"Jeb, I wonder if I can take tomorrow off?"

"A day off?…Now that's a bit inconvenient sweetie; the same guy you just did has booked you for tomorrow as well" Jeb replies somewhat irritated.

"Aww Jebbie, c'mon…..it's the time of the month" Jazz lies.

"Since when do you need to take a time off when having your period; it never held you back before…can't you just strip and keep your underpants on like you always do?'

"Things are a bit more difficult 'down there' lately Jebbie" Jazz continues.

"Hmmm, Okay then…we can't have that kind of shit on the job" Jeb reluctantly replies.

"You're the best Jebbie".

"Yeah, sure…..but you better get back next week; this guy is important for the business, so you better be nice and available to him!"

Jazz nods with a smile on her face but deep inside she feels a shiver;" Sure Jebbie, don't you worry, you know I won't let you down".

"You'd better not Jazzie….now off you go!"


It's already past three AM when Jazz enters the small private parking garage of the apartment complex on Lexington Avenue she is living in.

Lexington Avenue; in the old days known for its warehouses and other storing facilities in the midst of the old industrial district of Capitol City.

In the early nineteen nineties this whole area was redeveloped; the old factories and warehouses were demolished or turned into trendy apartment buildings and now it is the place to live for the young nouveau riche.

She parks her red Corvette convertible at her own parking place, gets out and takes the elevator to the seventh floor where her small but luxurious apartment is.

When she started to work as a 'queen' at 'the Sin', now 7 years ago, it was Jeb who offered her this fancy place.

Through his 'shady' contacts, Jeb managed to rent this place as well as several others for a reduced price and provides his 'queens' with some pretty decent accommodation.

The rent of the places is deducted from the base salary each 'queen' earns.

At first glace one might consider the efforts Jeb takes regarding his staff as an act of kindness; which is at least partially the case.

On the other hand, Jeb knows that by providing his girls with a luxury apartment he is assured from their loyalty; as well a nasty stick to use when they start to develop some of their own ideas regarding the business.

Jazz enters her apartment and throws her long red leather coat on the terra cotta colored couch.

Despite the fact she is living a rather burlesque and free life, she has always took care of her own household as she just can't stand to live in a mess.

The light oak parquet is nicely polished and on the black furniture hardly any dust can be seen.

The only remark which could be made is that the white walls and ceiling look a bit brownish because of the nicotine.

After taking off her long black suede boots Jazz pours herself a drink, lights a cigarette; and sits down at her small kitchen table.

She grabs her cell phone out of her purse and checks if there are any messages left in it.

On the display of her phone she sees that there are 3 messages left on it; one by Jeb and two unknown.

Somewhat uninterested she starts to listen to the first message: "beep; Hiya Jazz, Jeb here….sorry for being a bit grumpy …was a bit of a mess over here when you asked….. enjoy your day off and see you next Wednesday…bye"….beep".

Jazz somewhat cynically grins after hearing the message "can't do without me Jebbie" she mumbles to herself.

The second message starts to play: "beep….Hello Jessica?….Jessica Lovejoy?…..This is Marge Simpson….would you please call…Homer!…Are you eating petroleum jelly again!?"

In the background a soft whining voice can be heard mumbling: "But Marge, it just tastes so good and there is nothing else in the fridge!"

"Homer, I told you that it's for the dog's skin rash and you are…" call ended…..

"Marge Simpson?…..That's Bart's mother….what does she want from me?" Jazz wonders.

The third message is played: "beep….Jessica?….This is Marge Simpson again….hmmrrrr..sorry for what just happened… would you please call me back as soon as possible on 939 555 3126….it's really urgent, your father has been admitted to the hospital and it could be something serious…..beep".