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A year had passed into the fading mist of compulsion until Cali and Kat were freed from bondage by Alaric. After a year of agonizing of servitude, their slates were wiped clean. Cali went off to intern at Google, shadowing the companies top advertising and marketing executives. While Kat went back to school and earned a Bachelor's Degree in business at Stanford University, thanks to some strings pulled by an invisible friend of Alaric's. For a year and a half, the girls lived in peace. Until, the deal shattered.
After a long and strenuous battle with forces in Mystic Falls, the supernatural hell hole where he lived, Alaric was killed. Picking up on his death, Marcel sent out his men and dragged Kat and Cali straight back to New Orleans, this time as the managers of his vampiric brothel on the south side of the city called: Le Baiser Immortel, The Immortal Kiss.
Dark maroon walls framed the lounge area of the Immortel, the lascivious aura sinking into every crevice of the premises. Not only was it a brothel, but it was the place to go in New Orleans, offering any type of pleasure imaginable, for humans and vampires. Within the first few days, that year and change of freedom evaporated as Cali and Kat slid straight back into their roles as obedient slaves to Marcel's will.
"What do you think of this dress? Too slutty? Not slutty enough? I mean I may be the co-owner and manager of a brothel but I'm also a professional." Cali asked, twirling on a pedestal in her room in front of Kat. The tight black corset clung to her chest, as the flowing sheer skirt hit her midthigh, strappy blood red stilettos and a matching choker finished the outfit off with flare.
"You look, like the perfect fit for the owner of a vampire brothel. But I'd ditch the choker if I was you Cal, it implies well nothing business." Kat replied, smirking slightly as she finished running a straightener through her long golden locks, her own outfit slightly more demure.
"Not even the business we are in?" Cali laughed walking over to assess her friends outfit. Katerina had decided upon a sweetheart styled bodiced dress, that was a deep burgundy with a translucent shimmer. The hem of the dress barely covering the black lace garter on half way up her left thigh, that matched her strappy satin heels.
The girls had gone from regular functioning adults to living in a loft apartment above a restaurant, that was way too small for their needs. They had grown so much in the two years away from New Orleans, Kat had gotten the degree she always dreamed of and Cali had gotten the real world experience that she wanted.
"I can never figure out how this man knew that we were the right people to run his business. He made the right choice though. Me the brains and you the boobs." Kat laughed putting the final touches on her lipstick.
"Ha, me the boobs hun that would be true had I bought the ones I wanted. But Rick said that it would be a waste of the money that was in the trust fund my grandparents left me. When they thought I was actually going to college to you know educate myself."
"Well, you kind of did get an education, you now know how to present yourself as a professional, just like I now know how to turn this place into a money generating freedom plan. You will market our skills in the only way you can, and I'll make sure that the money is used to the fullest, while we enchant Marcel into thinking that we're still with him."
"You mean skimming money off the top don't you?"
"Of course, and now I know how to do it in the most efficient way possible. I don't know why Marcel picked us, but I'm taking advantage of his desires for power."
"As we should because not only did he demand we leave our house but also because he's a dick."
The girls walked into the the front of their fine establishment, only to be met with the sight of lonely men and hungry vamps waiting for their evening services.
Though they were the managers the girls never actually took a client unless they were willing to pay the much higher price. The large schedule that laid across the main desk showed that tonight would be a full night. None of the girls had more than a ten minute break between clients.
"Gentlemen, you company will out in just a moment let me go fetch them." Cali turned on her heels and went to the back room where Kat was talking to the girls.
"Katie remember you need to bandage wounds between clients. The human ones get freaked out about the blood. Jenna please for the love of god don't punch anyone tonight, I don't care what they said don't. Okay I think that is everything, remember be good whores and do what they want. The reason you make the money that you do is because of these men. Now go out and have fun."
The girls strolled out into the main waiting room taking each of their clients back to their individual rooms, set to however the girls wanted them. Once all of the men had left there was one person left in the room. A young girl that could be no more than at least 20, who was obviously shaken by something.
"Sweetheart we aren't hiring right now but we do take applications if you want to fill one out." Cali said walking towards the girl.
"Oh, no I'm not here for a job I'm here to look at the monsters who are helping him." The girl said walking out.
"Well that was weird. You know we really should get someone to watch the door." Kat said to Cali as the phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID, Cali groaned seeing it was Marcel. "Le Baiser Immortel, this is The Mistress, what can I do to you tonight?"
"I know you saw it was my name on the caller ID, don't give me the greeting. We need to discuss how you conduct yourself when you're not at my establishments."
Cali rolled her eyes, "What are you talking about Marcel? We are never anywhere but here and at our apartment. I barely have time eat."
"Stop rolling your eyes. I can very easily have you replaced. You were seen talking to a witch. You not doing that is one of the conditions of your survival."
"Marcel we are in New Orleans, everyone is a witch. I'm sorry that I don't ask people if they are a witch before I talk to them. I promise I will ask from now on, okay?" Cali said exasperated at Marcel's ridiculous rules the girls had to follow.
"Fine, yes. Let me talk to Katerina."
Walking over Cali handed the phone to Kat, "The devil wants to talk to you."
"You know he can hear you."
"I know and I don't care. I can hate the bastard all I want but that doesn't mean I'm going to defy him. I enjoy living."
"Hi Marcel," Kat faked her sweet tone as she walked into the back office so Cali couldn't add her usual sass to the conversation.
"She does know I can kill her before she can scream correct?"
"She knows, but she knows for the amount of money we are making you that you wouldn't even dare. Why did you want to talk to me?" Kat sat down at her desk looking at a picture of her and Cali at her graduation.
"I wanted to inform you that I will be sending you my finance files for you to look over and figure out how to make me more."
"Okay, I'll look them over when I get a chance, with all of that free time that I have. Bye Marcel." Kat hung up the phone not even bothering to wait for Marcel to respond.
"CALI!" Kat shouted walking out into the front. "The hell are you thinking about talking to a witch, let alone in the quarter. He has spies everywhere. Can you at least pretend you listen to him and value your life?"
"Why are you freaking out on me? The only reason I was there to was to see if there was a way to make our girls heal faster without having them turned. Forgive me for trying to protect what is keeping us alive." Cali said stepping up to confront Kat.
"Sweetheart I can kick your ass, please do not tempt me." Kat said pushing past Cali heading towards her office. "I have tax forms to forge."
The night had run its course with only minor incident. There was one guy who Cali had to ask to leave after he got a little too physical with one of the dancers. After Le Baiser, was closed Cali locked the door and walked into the back to go find Kat so they could grab an early breakfast before heading home to sleep.
Kat's office door was opened just a crack. All Cali could see was Kat passed out in her chair with her head on her desk. Cali opened the door further so she could enter the office. She packed Kat's things so all she had to do was wake her up and they could leave.
"Katerinaaa, time to waaake uuup." Cali sung as she moved her friends curls away from her face.
"Theo go away, I'll get up in five minutes." Kat mumbled half awake. Once she had realized what words had come out of her mouth Kat begun to cry.
"Shh, its okay. We mourned him, he's safe from all of this. Its okay let's go get breakfast." Cali rocked her friend quietly as she cried.
"I really want biscuits, the buttery kind that melt in my mouth. Can we get those?"
"Yes, we can go wherever you want to go and order whatever you want." Cali kissed the top of Kat's curls as they walked out to their car.
The girls never had a dull night, there was always someone willing to pay for the services that the girls offered, never going home until way past dawn. Cali and Kat, while never explicitly servicing normal client, stayed late for mainly two reasons: Marcel and Thierry his right hand man. Thierry unlike Marcel was more polite to the girls, viewing them as slightly more than property, thanking the girls for their services.