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There's just something about her; [Lotti]
Topic Started: Feb 9 2009, 07:49 PM (180 Views)
Radek Mikolaj San'ko
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Rounding the back entrance, he burst into the dimly lit back room, closing the door right behind him to avoid any of stronger gusts of wind filtering into the building. Placing his coat and hat over the several others littering the coat hanger, he turned at the sound of the elder man’s gruff voice booming through the hall. “San’ko” he made his target known and he righted himself as the head of security approached him, “youse got the front tonight. Two new girls comin’, ya know, the usual.” He gave a bored twirl of his weathered finger around his head signaling the building and Radek nodded. The older man, Buff, was as good as they would ever come, rough all around the edges but determined about his work. He was among very few that actually enjoyed what he did for a living and compared to most, he gave a damn about the girls that worked in Madame’s ringer; which was why the man probably was very keen on Radek since he demonstrated many of those similar qualities. The fact was that there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for the girls, and they knew that, often bringing them warm meals or new sheets or even new lingerie as some persisted they needed. Honestly, he had never thought to work in such a place, but now it seemed the highlight of his working nights, often preferring the brothel over the Casino.

Instead of going directly to the front however, he turned into a bigger hall to the right, waiting for the elevator with a bag in hand. The night before he had offered one of the girls getting her a new book, considering the one she had been currently reading had been used against one of her ‘tougher’ clients when he got a bit out of hand. Honestly, who would have thought a book could deal so much damange… It had been Radek’s extremely pleasure however to have found exactly how much damage an eight hundred paged book could do on a thumping idiot. After the fact, he had been apologetic, though she didn’t seem to care much, more thankful over the fact that he had gotten there before it got nasty, but later that night he had found through one of the other girls that her birthday was actually the following night. So when he finally woke up at four in the afternoon, he drifted into one of the many book stores littering all through downtown and found the same volume; he actually quite proud of it, having packed it himself. Never mind that he used newspaper to wrap it.

Stepping off of the elevator on the third floor, he walked down the hall until he found her door. Leaning in, he made sure that she wasn’t otherwise ‘occupied’ at the moment and finding no red tie around the knob of the door, he knocked twice. The door opened in a graceful swing, a lush blonde beaming up at him with her robe only half closed and he stepped forward, swooping her up in his arms and giving her a twirl. “Happy birthday Emmie!” he grinned with bared teeth, producing his gift from within the bag. Looking at him puzzled at first, he shrugged with a boyish smile and informed her that it was indeed a present. With a squeal, she opened it quickly, and with another delighted squeal and kiss, she thanked him for her present. “Cakes comes later” he promised, noticing the time and waving her off as he walked back towards the elevator.

“Rad! I’ve been looking for you” came the squeaky voice of the growing Lenny, the fourteen year old son of the older girls working, “I think one of dem dames is hea. Boy is she a real cutie.” Radek laughed, shaking his head, “you say that about all the girls that pass through here”, but the boy shook his head, assuring that this time the girl was most definitely a real cutie. Once he arrived to the ground level, he gave the boy’s instructions for the night, usually just running errands if needed be and headed to the front. Madame was there, her usually boastful and happy self, probably talking a storm with the new girl, though upon reaching within distance of the conversation, it seemed she had already known her from somewhere else. “Oh shoot, looka dat idiot” said Madame abruptly, one of the drunk gentlemen stumbling over as he tried to kiss one of the floor girls, “Radek, accompany her will ya” she instructed as she caught sight of him and he nodded dutifully. Stepping forward, he offered his hand, “my name’s Radek San’ko and I’ll be your tour guide for tonight” he jested playfully as he began to direct her towards the back.
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She had been friends with the young woman long before she had started working at the brothel. Feliciana, a bright blonde, one of the first people she had helped out at the shelter. She hadn’t bothered to hide her feelings about the woman’s decision to work at the brothel, though she had since then tried to smooth over her immediate reaction whenever she came to visit the younger woman. Which wasn’t often, not at least at the brothel; she usually tried to make their visits at the apartment. It was absurd, and she’d said it a thousand times. She didn’t approve of the “profession” and she had tried for some time to convince Feliciana of other options, other ways of life that she could maybe endeavor on. She was such an intelligent woman, quick witted and worth so much more then… Lotti shook her head, shaking off the vague anger and running up to give the Madame a hug. She liked the older lady, a lot actually, and that was probably a good thing given how deeply she disapproved of the concept of women selling their bodies for cash. She chatted for a few long minutes, delighted expressions filling the air as she elaborated on the most recent developments in her life, leaving out on the week long visitation by the soldier.

Jethro fit in easily enough and it was a shame that she wasn’t home more often then she was, always so busy, though it helped that James had began dropping by more and more often. She had never enjoyed living at home, one of the many reasons for her hectic and time consuming life style, and it was nice having people over so often now, though she felt bad for the marine. It wasn’t easy, she was sure, to have to constantly entertain oneself, and she wished that she could help more then she did. But it was nice, and there was no arguing with that, finding it difficult to not include his name in her ramblings to the other woman. Soon enough trouble arose though and her attention was distracted as several things happened at once. To their left an obviously drunk man began to regale one of the women with what she was sure he thought was a particularly smooth move called “let me smash myself all up on you”. To their right came a tall man, one of the muscle that she had seen there before, though never directly interacted with. He introduced herself and she shook his hand, firm, though it didn’t make much difference, her ridiculously smaller stature making any contraction of her hand seem minimal compared to his grip. “Lotti Couchette,” she said, smiling brightly up at him. “I’ve seen you here before,” she commented as she followed him back one of the hallways, waving to another one of the girls she knew as mere acquaintance as they walked.

“And the casino! I’ve seen you there too, well; a friend’s seen you there. But I confirmed the connection. Did you know her? She’s a bit taller then me,” she laughed, shaking her head, “A lot taller then me. And blonde, works as a waitress in the lounge. Her name’s Lucy,” she said, filling in the essential bit of information at the very end of the list. “She’s a doll. Sweet girl.” Taking her time as she followed the man she browsed the features of the brothel, glancing through various doors and generally letting her curiosity get the best of her as she walked. Caught mid-stare a door popped out of nowhere and she stumbled backwards, the thick oak smacking rather solidly into her face. Tears rose instantly and she clutched her face, blood trickling out of her bruised nose. “…ouch,” she whispered, meek and a bit more restrained from her former prattling. White lights were flashing before her eyes and she shut them quickly, shaking her head as she held her face in her palms, leaning against the wall. The opener of the door, a younger boy, a teenager, watched her, eyes wide and when he asked her if she was alright she merely waved her hand around a bit. She wore rings on almost all her fingers, pretty little cheap trinkets, all in silver and copper flavors, decorating her upper knuckles down to her lower knuckles. It was a strange site, in the brothel, if only because most of the women who worked there refrained from wearing jewelry that could be possibly stolen; then again Lotti didn’t work there and Lotti wasn’t most women.
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The new girl had presented herself as Lotti Couchette, such a pretty sounding name, hmm, sounds French, but she was honestly even prettier than her name. She had a very soft face, not really ruined by time or the shoddier elements of life, her skin fair as snow and seemingly untouched by calloused hands. She seemed one of a kind, even as they walked down the corridor towards the back, her uplifted speech and tone a contrast in leagues to the throws of women that usually arrived frightened, ashamed or completely uncaring. Chuckling as she mentioned her taller friend from the Casino, he nodded as he looked down. She was indeed a little thing, but for one reason or another, he had always been more attracted to shorter women versus taller ones, which some considered odd ‘cause his own towering height. He wasn’t so sure whether it was the fact that he loved the sight from his angle, or whether he liked the protective reaction he got from seeing a much smaller and vulnerable woman than him. “Lucy?” He thought of her question, his mind retreating into the list of all the people he knew from the casino, which admittingly wasn’t much to begin with, “no, I believe I don’t, but I bet she’s a sweet heart. She’s gotta be to be friends with you Miss Lotti.”

He turned to smile at her just then, seeing the thick oak door open in a rush in the corner of his eyes. Quickly moving to her side, he hunched forward as he tried to take a good look of her injury, though at the moment she was currently nursing it as she cupped her hand over her nose. Turning wide eyed to Lenny, his left hand suddenly smacked the teenager over the back of the head, an action that had grown to be instinct by then, the boy’s accident prone nature having insured such a behavior. Lenny was spewing his apologies to him and Lotti mostly, and Radek just rolled his eyes, sighing as he addressed him. “How many times am I gonna tell ya Lenny, you gotta be careful in these tight hallways! She’s the third victim you’ve whacked in the face!” The boy had grown red by then, continuing to utter his apologies until Radek raised his hand and told him to be off wherever he needed to be.

Wrapping a secure arm around Lotti, he helped her walk down the remainder for the corridor as he held her head back, preventing from any more blood gushing out of her nose. He took her to one of the back rooms that was essentially the staff’s, but stopped mid entrance when he saw the Madame’s eldest son in a compromised position with a half naked women, one of the newest girls actually. It was the man’s bad habit of ‘testing’ the new girls when he particularly liked them and it had always bothered Radek, grunting as he sent the man a sharp disapproving look before he closed the door. Going to the elevator, he decided to take her to the room that would be hers for…however long she would stay. Suddenly the thought of her working there made him uneasy. She seemed such a bright little thing, he was afraid that a place like this would do in that inner beauty as it had the tendency to do to most women. He just hoped that in the same way she was different coming than to many girls, that it would apply the same for getting out. The decision of selling one’s body to the sadistic nature of men wasn’t an easy one, desperation, hopelessness and fear among the main reasons that even lead otherwise smart, charismatic and good hearted girls to the slums of such a place. Still, he couldn’t even begin to think of Lotti’s reason. It mustn’t have been a painfully obvious at that.

Closing the door behind him, he set Lotti on the bed, laying her down ‘till her head rested softly against the pillow and went for the washcloth and bow of water that was supplied in every room. Sitting beside her, he was careful as he gently dabbed the moist washcloth around and over her nose. With the lamp at the bedside, and a closer look, he able to tell that it hadn’t been broken, though close enough. It was swollen and still red, the stress it had undergone from the impact obvious, but ridge was in place and not skewed as it would have been if it had been broken. Still, the pain must have been just as bad, wincing with her as he cleaned all around her injury as best as he could.

“Seems like you’re out of commission for tonight” he joked lightly, eyes drifting around the small room. It was one of the better ones, but only because the previous girl who lived there was ridiculously meticulous and clean. On a usual night she demanded two to three bowls of fresh water, washing up right after every client. Regardless, most of the furniture were old and worn out, the drab and outdated wallpaper already beginning to peel in some corners and from what his ass could judge, a new bed was way overdue. “Really sorry about that, Lenny’s just…Lenny” he tried to explain, giving her a slop sided grin and shrug, “good news though! It doesn’t seem broken, though it might remain swollen for a while and it’ll hurt like hell for a couple of more days…” He stood and offered something to drink, or really anything that she felt she needed as he washed the stained towel, insisting that she stay down, at least until the bleeding had stopped for sure. “Guess that wasn’t the welcome you were expecting, huh?”

’Cause you surely weren’t the girl I was expecting…
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Pain flooded from the bridge of her nose to her forehead as she stumbled to the wall, blinking back rising tears as the boy got smacked upside the head. “Oh don’t,” she said immediately, touching Radek’s arm and pulling it down, still holding her face with one hand as she patted the younger boy. “I’m clumsy too,” she whispered as the man put an arm around her and began to lead her away. They walked for some ways (or at least it felt like it was) when he finally opened one of the doors. She was glad she wasn’t claustrophobic for the halls were small and tight, the promise of an open room one that was favorable, though it wasn’t exactly an empty space. The sounds of the couple hit her or before anything else and she saw skin on skin with an open mouth before Radek had closed the door again and pulled her away from it all. She didn’t say much, following him to another (blessedly empty) room, though what she had seen haunted her. She wasn’t naïve, a virgin, or even a woman of skewed high morals but she hated the idea of the whorehouse, the brothel. Sex wasn’t something to be shared with anyone who had the right amount of pocket change and it left a hollow, ill taste in her mouth.

Laying down on the rather bumpy mattress she kept her hand on her nose till Radek had pried it away, gasping lightly as the air hit it, and blinking back furious tears as he gently dabbed at it with a washcloth. Wincing she finally shut her eyes, trying not to focus on the ugly ceiling (with the rather large water stain in the center), his relief an admission that it wasn’t broken a pleasant surprise. “Really?” she asked, whimpering under her breath as she stayed on her back, not wanting to tempt the god’s of blood loss to make another reappearance. Taking the cloth from him she held it against her nose, staring at his rather large green eyes and laughing lightly. “Commission?” she sniffled lightly, laughing again. “Um, yeah, I guess so. Which is a shame, since it’s such a lovely full moon tonight; did you know that women are fertile according to the lunar schedule?” Her laugh was a bit weaker this time around, light and a bit hazy. “Lenny, huh? What a charming name… I had an uncle named Lenny.” She handed him the towel, sitting up a bit on her elbows and crossing her ankles as she looked about the room, trying to ignore the thudding pain in her forehead. Alcohol may have had many varied purposes but she planned on calling James directly after leaving this dreadful place and having him bring her something hard. Or wine, which he always took a preference too. She thought of Jethro too, for a moment, the thought of what he would do or say about the fellow who had broken her face amusing. They were protective, her little men, and she didn’t deserve that, but it simply was.

“I’m afraid not,” she said, touching the bridge of her nose gingerly and reapplying the towel as he handed it to her, the fabric muffling her voice. “Water, if you can,” she responded, careful with the glass after he had given it to her and taking extra caution to avoid bumping her nose. “You’re rather sweet.” It was a fact, not a question. “Addison said you were, though I’ve met some rather unpleasant men associated with this… business,” and oh, how discriminately she used the word business, “and wasn’t expecting much to be honest. I suppose you should never judge a… whore house by its cover though, is the lesson, isn’t it?” Addison, the Madame, had indeed said that Radek was a sweetheart, his many good deeds not gone unnoticed by the patron. Taking his hand Lotti used it to balance herself as she stood up, tilting her head exaggeratingly back as she walked about the room, eyeing everything with a spectacle eye. “The room’s in rather… bad shape.” She cast an eye back to the bed, gesturing as if to prove a point. “It’s all just very sad though, I suppose.” Sad and sick, there were so many words that she would have gladly used to portray how she felt about her surroundings. “How do you stand it?” she asked, suddenly turning on him. “It makes my heart cry just looking at it all.” It would have sounded strange, did sound strange even now, to hear such words in such an odd formation. Lotti had always spoken differently though, awkward and a bit spacey, if completely impassioned. It was an awkward speech, one that made her quite the strange little bird.
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”Lenny's a charming name?” He chuckled, a detail he'd keep in raps from the young teenager with a spring to his step. He had enough compliments as it was, whether it was his name, his naturally pink hued cheeks or that boyish little smile of his. The boy's head was already outgrowing the halls and he couldn't have that. Some humility could go a long way. Not that he Radek was the kind of man to preach and do as preached, 'cause when it came to the admirable trait of humility, the man didn't have enough to save his life. Which was why when Loretta began complimenting him, he gave her a smug smile and tilt of the head, though surprisingly for once not opting to quirk something back. The fact that even Addison had thought so and commented on it with the girl was actually quite endearing. He had known for one that the Madame didn't dislike him or disapprove of him like she did many others that worked there, including her own sons. Then again, she wasn't overly vocal about her compliments or positive encouragements. Which he could understand, in the type of business she had to run, she couldn't show signs of being soft and sweet, only perhaps to those outside like the new girl.

“No, I guess you can't” he responded, holding still for her as she stood. “Though I can't say if this one compares favorably against others since I've only ever worked here. But the girls, and well, some of the guys are decent enough.” It may have been a surprise to a lot of people, but he really didn't know all that much about whorehouses or the industry itself. It was the kind of thing he didn't condone exactly nor thought it was harmless enough to encourage. From the moment he started working there, he had gotten to know the girls and equally the same, how messed up and abusive were most of the men that came for them. By the end of that week, he had grown to love all of women kind as his hate for all man kind increased to it's limit. Even to the day, the only men he could even designate as his friends were his own brothers, so perhaps that didn't even count.

His eyes followed hers as they looked about the room. He had to agree, nodding as the gravity of her words weighed on him. He had often questioned himself the very same thing, often had thought about just leaving and perhaps taking the Casino full time or moving out of Rike all together. But then one of the girls would get hurt badly, or another would ask, out of absolute fear, to walk him home and stay 'till she fell asleep. It wasn't the money, the place, or even his 'co-workers' that kept him there, but the women. Perhaps it was a part of him that thrived on that kind of need, or even, perhaps it was the only way the knight in armor within him could shine, no matter how dull or beaten the metal was.

“I don't know” he said at last, standing as he did, “I thought at first, like at the casino, that I'd get use to it with time, but every day is just as hard as the last, but...” He paused, walking over to her as he leaned in close to inspect her nose again, “keeping these girls happy and safe, that's what keeps me coming back.” Although the bridge was still quite swollen, the blood had at least stopped and that was more than he could ask for at the moment. “Look, I know it's not much” he said suddenly, looking around “but we can work on it. I know this guy from this furniture store, and I could get you a new mattress and patch up the walls and ceilings. We'll make it real homey, you'll see...” Just then there was a quick rap at the door. The tall man slightly frowned. He still hadn't finished giving her the whole 'tour' nor informed of all the bits she needed to know, specifically the more important ones about her safety. He hated the prospect that it might have been a customer, though who would know about the new girl so quick was beyond him. Either way, the main fact remained, and that was that he was really enjoying his time with her. Not many were as beautiful and light hearted as Loretta and he liked it, perhaps more than he should have.

Still, he grudgingly walked to the door, opening it to only see Lenny's flushed cheeks and skittish eyes. “Jeez Lenny, what the hell do you want now?” The boy leaned really close, perching on tip toes as he spoke quickly and hushed, after a minute, Radek closed the door with the same flush to his cheeks and looking like a school boy who had been disciplined with a ruler. He turned to Loretta, rather speechless at first, a hand on his hip as he rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “Alright, I don't know any other way of saying this, so...” he looked up, rather ashamed, “I mistook you for one of the two new girls that are suppose to be coming in tonight and...” He flushed all over again, not knowing what to do or say anymore. He'd get yelled at by Addison for the little mishap, he was sure of it, as well as any thoughts of his sweetness. He winced, for what was surely to come, though until then, he had to face up to Loretta. If she hated him or decided to never talk to him again, he'd not only understand, but agree she had the right to. “I'm really, really sorry. I just, when Lenny told me and I saw you talking with Addison and...” he sighed, slapping his forehead again, “I'm an idiot. I'll make it up to you though, if you let me, please...”
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A throb was starting to pulsate in the central area between her eyes and she winced, scrunching her eyes shut as he peered at her, giggling at his exanimation. “It’s just a nose,” she whispered, shaking her head and leaning back for a second. They were quite close and her smile faded a bit, watching him, and wondering suddenly why he had landed himself in the position he had. It wasn’t the most opportune career choice and she was quite sure she could never have done it. Though it pulled at her interests what caused the final fall of light from her eyes was his continued speech, an awkward smile of confusion flittering between being upset and wholly unsure. She shook her head, sitting up rather abruptly and opening her mouth, though a knock interrupted what was quickly growing into a tempest of crashing emotions. Glancing about the room as Radek went to the door she got it, clicking in her brain like a light switch as she suddenly got her belongings together and stood up, rubbing her forehead even as the shock of his accusations began to sink in. A whore, her? It was ridiculous and her temper began to flare under the mere idea of it all, slamming almost into Radek once she had stepped up behind him and he had turned.

“Do I look like some kind of floozy?” The words came out angry and biting, more so then usual. She swallowed hard, literally trembling with rage as she brushed past him and flung the door open, frigid with temper. “And more so,” she whispered, stilted, “What kind of business are you running trying to get all up close and personal with the… the staff?” She spun around, bumping into Lenny and touching his arm, losing her head for a second and pausing. “Lenny is a great name, by the way.” She turned back to the room, arm shaking. “I hope you have a good day, Mister San’ko.” But it certainly did not sound like a good day wish and she spun on her foot, running into Lenny again and apologizing with flushed cheeks before walking quickly past him and storming down the hallway. She made it to the entrance, after ignoring the rude interruptions of several men who were waiting for some rather decked out women at the door, and was almost outside before she swore loudly and turned back around. She had forgotten to drop off her package to her friend and she kept her head down as she bee lined her way back to the room that she least wanted to go to.

With pursed lips she stood before Radek, body taught. “I have a package for Feliciana; I’m sure you know of her as well as you were attempting to know me.” The words were biting and not entirely meant. While she wasn’t entirely sure of what he had meant by his actions it was easier to snap to assumptions and quick judgments then deal with the fact that he had insulted her so. “Here.” She shoved the brown package into his chest – hard. “I’d like to speak to her if she’s not…” she shook her head, the thought nauseating. “I just would like to see her if she’s available. And you’re not too busy making ridiculous assumptions of your guests.” Releasing the package she let her fingers up slowly, enunciating her words with shaped lips. “That’d be great, thanks.” Stepping aside she swept her arm in front of her, motioning for him to lead the way. Displeasure was etched in her brow and she didn’t let up, sending a fleeting smile to Lenny down the hall, before following the giant moron.
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