Standing out [Violet and Marcus]

She had to act natural, and like she didn't know who Austin was or that he was a cop. So when she happened to glance toward the door and saw him walk in, she made herself busy elsewhere...without appearing too suspicious. By now, most of the others were finding people to be busy with; Violet was still making a few rounds. She was due on stage in about fifteen minutes anyway; so she'd catch a few strays that way.
It had been a few days since she had met with Austin, and honestly she had forgotten she had told him he should stop by. She'd need to get Mikey over toward him so that they could talk, Mikey would be the easiest to flip. And, it would get them another line of talk since he mostly worked the bar. She gave him a wink as he looked over her way.
As she glanced toward the door, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter as Marcus walked into the club. She hadn't been able to get him off her mind, so she was glad when she hadn't seen him for a few days. She knew that he was the perfect mark for an undercover operation...but there was a part of her that wasn't entirely prepared for undercover. She was a good girl, never really lied, always told it like it was...what they were doing was all for justice, and Marcus probably was a bad man...but that didn't stop the way he made her feel, the flush she felt when he was near. Her attention was drawn away when a patron called for her, and she told them she'd have to come back later for their dance since she was due on stage. By the time she turned around, Marcus seemed to be talking to one of the newer girls, causing Violet to frown a little. Perhaps her feelings of attachment were unwarranted, and he really was just out for the sex. They certainly didn't have the most...traditional of meetings. Her heart dropped a little, but it only fueled her rage as she made her way back stage to get ready for her set.

She was in a red corset with black lace lining, black fishnets, and a red thong that shined through. Her red heels were thick four inch heels; she could easily defend herself with them if she needed. She tried her best not to even look at Marcus as she disappeared behind the stage, the music fading out as the announcer got ready to call her out.

"And now, for all of your enjoyment, the minx of the moment, Violeetttt!"[/i]

She was probably going to get shit from Austin, who seemed to see himself as an expert on undercover, for using her real name. But what was the point of not? She did have a perfect stripper name already. It was too small of a town to keep up with a second identity. The music picked up; an angry and firey mix of techno and angst...perfect for her mood. She grabbed the pole at first and slid down it, like she was melting onto the stage before raising up and crawling to the edge of the stage. She tried at first not to look anyone in the eye, but as she got into the music, she let herself go and began moving and dancing with the music. With just a few loosenings of the corset, it dropped behind her to the ground exposing her to the crowd. There were a few hoops and hollers, and some dollars thrown, but she made her way toward Marcus-if he was going to leave her behind for fresh meat, she'd make sure he knew what he was missing. She grabbed the edge of his chair and pulled him closer to the stage, so his knees were touching it as she leaned closer to him, pressing her body up against his face. Sitting up on the edge of the stage, she looked down to him with devilish contempt in her eyes as she gently whispered,
"Miss me yet?"
Before he could react, she moved away, her eyes searching the crowd for Austin...but he was really too far away for her to entertain him without drawing some strange looks, so she moved to the other side of the stage where she got down on her hands and knees and let other men paw at her and shove money in her g-string. It was a decent haul for being a weeknight, as the song ended and she picked up what was around the stage and made her way behind the curtain.
She quickly tucked it away and put her corset back on, having one of the other girls tie it again so that it perked her girls up a little more, before she made her way out onto the floor again. She eyed Marcus, but didn't go to him just yet, heading toward the other men first. She was working; had to get her money somehow...and well, Austin was going to have to drink a little more and loosen up before he wouldn't give away things.

A smirk crossed her lips as she saw Austin down the whole bottle, and she couldn't help herself. Sure, she could be fired for sexual harassment, but she needed to help a brother out and get him to loosen up a little more. She glanced to Marcus again, he seemed enthralled in some dealings, so she needed to remain close but not too close. Austin was simply too far away right now. The next dancer walked out, and she slowly strutted toward Austin.
"Hey sugar, want a dance?"
She said, bending down and giving him a perfect view of into her shirt. Oh she was enjoying tormenting him.
"Someone had a rough day at work, didn't they? A little tense, eh?"
She leaned in a little closer, so that she looked like she was breathing in his ears. She didn't want to touch him, because in the back of her mind she was slightly worried about him reporting her or something...he had seen the way he looked at her with concern this morning, and getting her for sexual assault was another matter entirely.
"You need to move closer to the stage, closer to that guy you're eyeballing. I gotta work the floor, I can't hover over him. That's Marcus, the front man."
She stood and gave a soft pout, bopping him on the nose before crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'll be back around once you get some more liquid courage sweetie, I know there's a tiger in you just waiting to escape."
She moved on to the next table, and sat down there. They were quickly pawing on her, as she playfully slapped their hands away with a laugh. It was going to be a long night if she couldn't get Austin to loosen up, but he'd soon see that she enjoyed this life. And it might honestly be safer for the town to know that there was a police officer working at the strip club some nights...would make the girls get a little more respect.

Violet rolled her eyes at the man, wanting nothing more than to smack her hand to her forehead. Was he trying to stick out like a sore thumb? It was obvious that he didn't belong here by the way he carried himself, it was obvious to everyone, and trying to fit in just made it worse. She bit her lip, glancing to Marcus over the crowd but thankfully he was too deep in his own conversation to even notice him. Austin was supposed to be the best of the best, she was just going to have to trust that. She gulped down her anxiety and made her way through the halls, shimmying her hips this way and that.
She made her way over to Marcus' table and one of the other men grabbed at her. She playfully batted him away. While Marcus insisted she was cool and could stay, as she took residence sitting on his lap-the others at the table's lips clamped up immediately; stating that Marcus was going soft. He didn't really say no, but he told Violet to leave for a while and slipped her a few bills for more drinks. She pouted, batting her eyes at the other guys before sauntering to the bar. She wasn't phased at all as she stopped off at a few other tables, leaning over them and giving full shots of her cleavage to anyone. She got to the bar, exchanged words with the bartender, then made her way back over to Marcus's table and gingerly set the drinks down. She wasn't about to draw attention to Austin right now, not with how they were being. She didn't want him to get hurt.

However, avoiding him was also not going to work; so as she ran into the other girl she whispered something, and a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes approached Austin. This was Devon, a horse thief but a heart of gold, who went by Angel.
"Little miss Violet told me I might be more your type stud muffin,"
Devon felt the bile coming up in her throat, she hated working the floor, she hated them touching her and she just wanted to punch their lights out. Devon wanted nothing more than to burn the place down some nights, but it was so easy to take advantage of them and steal their money from their wallets; having them have to go get more. So she grinned and bore it. She was wearing a black flame string bikini top that was snug and covered her ever so perfectly, and a long black trenchcoat, showing that she only had on the black string bikini bottom on her legs and cowboy boots. She gave Austin a wink before sliding into a seat beside him.
"You look a little tense sweety, you should loosen up..."
She placed her hands on his shoulders, starting a little massage pressure. She'd found a gentle touch worked best.

Devon smirked, leaning in closer again and letting her breath hit his ear. Her voice was soft and bubbly; one would have no idea that she could drop a guy in only a few seconds in a street fight.she followed his gaze a moment to where Violet was standing, and though she liked what she saw, she had always felt a little contempt for the woman. She marched in here like she owned the place, more or less shoving the rest of them out in the cold. Moulin and Mikey were the only ones who didn’t secretly want to cut her throat. Devon was beginning to suspect that there was more to her showing up than the boss just wanting another girl, but who knew. He did dumbshit on a whim.
Nonetheless, she played it nice and smirked against the man’s ear.
“Long day at work, love? Afraid your wifey is going to find you here staring at all the lovely pieces?”
She rested her head on his shoulder a moment, letting her finger tips slide down around his shoulders.
“Don’t worry honey, that’s what the back room exit door is for. Tehe...”
She hated herself every time she did that bubbly idiot laugh, but the guys always seemed to like it.
“Do you need something to loosen you up a bit more? Relax you?”
She walked around to face him, her fingertips trailing around his shoulder. She glanced to where Violet had been standing, and saw that she was gone for the moment. Glancing over toward the table where Marcus was, she saw her over there with her having a jolly good time, not even caring about this poor little guy. Her attention turned fully back onto him, smiling innocently.

Violet sat at the table with Marcus and his goons, smiling at their chiding marks. She was happy that she was finally getting deep enough to be part of the "in crowd" to find out some things. Marcus didn't respect her, didn't think she was smart enough to do anything with the information she was discussing-what he didn't know, was going to hurt him. It pained her slightly; he respected her in different ways. She almost felt bad for betraying him...but as they slammed down on the table rough housing something new, she realized that that feeling in the pit of her stomach was something else entirely. She gulped it down, smiling to them.
"Excuse me boys, I've got to go to the little girls room to you know...freshen up."
She gave them a wink her fingers trailing along Marcus's arm, and walked as quickly as she could saunter to the bathroom; flinging open a stall door and locking it before hurling herself toward the toilet and vomiting the wine she had drank earlier. She stared at it as she wiped her mouth, laying against the cool floor. Scrambling for her phone, she stared to see who she should text. if Austin came in here, it would blow her cover. But none of the other girls trusted her. She sent a quick text to Annabelinda to tell her to come in here. She would know what to do-if she should tough it out or just go home. She groaned as her stomach rolled and she leaned against the toilet again.

Devon watched as she scurried off to the bathroom, but said nothing as she turned to Austin and draped herself over his lap.
"So the misses, eh? do you want to talk about it all, or just...melt your worries away?"
She batted her eyes at him and leaned up her breath against his ear.
"Anything you want it to be, but most people call me...Angel.'