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Memorex75 · 02-15-2014

Sin City Zoo
Pt. 9
Highs and Lows

Slowly coming around Audrey realized she had no idea where the hell she was. I’m in a bed. Slowly registered, she tried to sit up. Whoa, and I’m hung over. She lifted up the covers. Clothes. Good start. Damn last night sucked. Audrey began to slowly remember bits and pieces of last night. Just before closing Audrey had finished her embarrassingly awkward pickup and sought out Evelyn nearly falling to pieces. After outlining what had happened with Marty, Evelyn brought her to a bar, (Audrey couldn’t even remember where) and had Audrey tell her the whole story. Self esteem issues aside maybe drinking wasn’t the best solution? Audrey thought and dragged herself out of bed to staggered out the bedroom door.

Evelyn sat at a coffee table in her living room looking nearly as bad as Audrey felt. Her apartment was beautiful, large and well decorated but Audrey was in no condition to admire. “Ya know, Doctor Phil may not approve of my methods but I think my way works too.” She said pointing to a coffee pot on the kitchen counter. Audrey sat down next to Evelyn after getting a cup. “Ya realize what happened last night right?” Evelyn asked. “What happened? I was depressed and I drank my face off?” Audrey replied. “What happened was ya reached that point all girls in the business reach at some point. Ya realized the happy little fairy tail ya made up fur yourself ta cope with bein a stripper is bull shit. I’m just gettin through collage, I’m havin a ruff spot, Or I’m just usin the one skill I’m good at.” She put emphases on the last and the fog in Audrey’s brain started to clear. Audrey remembered a long talk about her life and how she would never have allowed herself to be doing what she was doing now way back when. “Ya came ta that point because a nice, normal guy, that you were into too, asked ya out an you were dressed up as a human squirrel in a fetish strip club. Stuff like that can be a bit of a blow to your fantasies.” Evelyn said. “God what am I going to do.” Audrey said leaning back on the couch. “Well first your gonna drink that coffee so ya don’t spew on my couch.” Evelyn said with a grin. “Then your gonna sit there an realize your not a bad person for the life ya lead.” “Wow you really are like Doctor Phil.” Audrey mumbled sarcastically. “And finally, when your good ta get home your gonna get ready and go on that date because it’s gonna be the best thing that’s happened ta ya since meetin your new favorite best friend.” Evelyn finished smirking. Audrey smiled a little. “Thanks Eve.” “Hey don’t mention it, we put my doctor’s fee, aka the bar tab, on your credit card.” Audrey threw one of the couch pillows at her but she loved her all the more.

Audrey went home and pulled herself together then made her way to Caesars Place feeling better about herself than she had in years. He likes me for my personality, not my body? Did such men even exist? She wondered. Then again, Marty would be about the only straight male able to look past the fur and the tits. Audrey made her way into the main lobby. I’m going to have to find him, he doesn’t even know what I look like. She thought. “Audrey!” A voice called out over the crowd. It was Marty, he was making his way through the crowd toward her. Unlike his usual rumpled shirt and dress pants from his afternoon at work Marty had on kaki’s with a button up shirt in a slightly darker shade, he was shaved and his hair was nicely styled. Wow he cleans up nice. Audrey thought. “How did you know it was me?” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Well I know my own work.” He said a little cock, Audrey laughed. “But really it was your hair and when I got closer your bright blue eyes. I liked your eyes.... can’t believe I just said that.” “No, it’s ok.” Audrey said a little awkward. “It’s nice of you to notice, very gentlemanly.” Gentlemanly? She now felt equally stupid so they were even “So I got a reservation.” Marty said. “We should hurry it’s almost eight.”

Audrey had assumed they would go to one of the many small restaurants in or around Caesars but when Marty walked them up to Spago’s, one of the biggest and fanciest restaurants on the strip, and informed the server they had a table for two Audrey remembered they were both in a completely different pay scale than she had ever been used to. Audrey had only once came here for drinks with friends and it had set her back a week on her budget. Well I am making piles of money now, why not? She thought. Marty had ordered the pan seared Salmon and Audrey had ordered the beef filet. “God it’s so nice to be able to eat meat again.” She said jokingly. “Aug, don’t remind me. We’ve tried on three different occasions to fix that but for some reason the traits we mix into you girls with your costumes always bleeds over into taste buds.” Marty exclaimed. “Well I don’t want to spend the whole night talking about work but are you allowed to explain how it all works?” Audrey asked. “A little.” Marty said hesitantly. “I’m only aloud to say so much, even to a fellow employee. In laymen terms we basically take genetic traits like fur or a tail and use your blood and medical stats to blend them into your own gens. The first problem was how to do that, that’s where my work came in. I can’t talk about specifics even to someone on the inside but what I can say is my formula works like a sort of buffer between the two samples of DNA so they mix. Unfortunately the problem for practical things like curing dieses or even permanent plastic surgery is when your body burns through the formula the two halves split again and all the changes ware off. Of course that’s where the idea to use it as disposable costumes came in. There are some other jobs for the government that use that idea that I’m not allowed to talk about ether.” He wagged his eyebrows like he was trying to impress Audrey but the idea of secret agents that could look like anyone scared Audrey more than impressed her.

“So.” He said. “That aside lets talk about something else, how about how you got into professional dance?” Oh great. Audrey thought. Lets talk about my past, she just loved that subject. Then Audrey remembered she wasn’t ashamed of who she was and she straightened her back and went into the story of her schooling and how hard times pushed her to Vagus to become a show girl and later a stripper. To Marty’s credit he did not flinch when Audrey told him the whole truth, most guys didn’t like to hear the back stage goings on of her strange little world but Marty listened attentively and even worked in the rare question. “And then I met Mr. Kingsley in the parking lot at my old job.” Audrey continued. “I can imagine the first time you saw the club it was a shock, Mr. Berman loves to see the new girls faces when those doors open.” Marty said. Audrey had to smile. “Yeah but that wasn’t anything compared to....” she looked around and lowered her voice. “Growing a tail and tits as big as my head.” Marty laughed out loud not caring if people looked. “Yeah I try to be humble but we do good work don’t we.” He said and Audrey joined him in laughing.

Later on they discussed other parts of there lives Marty’s parents lived out in Florida and thankfully had no idea that Marty’s main line of work was keeping a fetish strip joint running. Audrey told him of her family too. Audrey’s mother had been the one to get her into dance at a young age and supported her through her schooling but Audrey had not talked to her in may years since she moved out to Vagus. “That’s to bad, you ever think about getting back in touch?” He asked. “I have.” Audrey said. “But what could I tell her? I became a stripper and now I work at a place so secret and weird that I can’t tell her about it.” “Yeah I guess, but you could always put the spin on it that now you got your own privet show.” Marty offered. “I guess but it would still be awkward, I can’t exactly imagine my mom sitting in the main lounge watching that show. She’d want to come even if she knew what I had to do to make it, no mater what.” “Maybe that’s your answer? She’d still care regardless” Marty asked. They let the conversation sit awkwardly.

After coffee and talking for a few hours they were all but chased out of the posh restaurant after tying up a table so long. Marty insisted she let him pay, both for the fact she still wouldn’t be payed her first check till Saturday and he had asked her out. Audrey allowed him to stroke his ego and insisted next time was on her. On there way back Marty chuckled to himself. “Hey I had a great idea. You know how tomorrow is formal night at The Zoo right?” Audrey nodded. “Want to be my date? I still have time to arrange it, you can’t pare up till the day of. It would really drive the old guys wild if we stole the first dance.” Audrey thought that was a great idea, she wouldn’t be tied to some rich old creeper that way and she liked Marty. She agreed. As they parted ways Audrey realized that though she’d wanted to, she never invited Marty back with her to her apartment, it had never even occurred to her. “Hun, that’s what a normal, healthy date is like.” She mused to herself and went home happy.

02-15-2014	#4
Memorex75 Process Fan Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 61	Ch.9 Sin City Zoo Pt. 9 Highs and Lows Slowly coming around Audrey realized she had no idea where the hell she was. I’m in a bed. Slowly registered, she tried to sit up. Whoa, and I’m hung over. She lifted up the covers. Clothes. Good start. Damn last night sucked. Audrey began to slowly remember bits and pieces of last night. Just before closing Audrey had finished her embarrassingly awkward pickup and sought out Evelyn nearly falling to pieces. After outlining what had happened with Marty, Evelyn brought her to a bar, (Audrey couldn’t even remember where) and had Audrey tell her the whole story. Self esteem issues aside maybe drinking wasn’t the best solution? Audrey thought and dragged herself out of bed to staggered out the bedroom door. Evelyn sat at a coffee table in her living room looking nearly as bad as Audrey felt. Her apartment was beautiful, large and well decorated but Audrey was in no condition to admire. “Ya know, Doctor Phil may not approve of my methods but I think my way works too.” She said pointing to a coffee pot on the kitchen counter. Audrey sat down next to Evelyn after getting a cup. “Ya realize what happened last night right?” Evelyn asked. “What happened? I was depressed and I drank my face off?” Audrey replied. “What happened was ya reached that point all girls in the business reach at some point. Ya realized the happy little fairy tail ya made up fur yourself ta cope with bein a stripper is bull shit. I’m just gettin through collage, I’m havin a ruff spot, Or I’m just usin the one skill I’m good at.” She put emphases on the last and the fog in Audrey’s brain started to clear. Audrey remembered a long talk about her life and how she would never have allowed herself to be doing what she was doing now way back when. “Ya came ta that point because a nice, normal guy, that you were into too, asked ya out an you were dressed up as a human squirrel in a fetish strip club. Stuff like that can be a bit of a blow to your fantasies.” Evelyn said. “God what am I going to do.” Audrey said leaning back on the couch. “Well first your gonna drink that coffee so ya don’t spew on my couch.” Evelyn said with a grin. “Then your gonna sit there an realize your not a bad person for the life ya lead.” “Wow you really are like Doctor Phil.” Audrey mumbled sarcastically. “And finally, when your good ta get home your gonna get ready and go on that date because it’s gonna be the best thing that’s happened ta ya since meetin your new favorite best friend.” Evelyn finished smirking. Audrey smiled a little. “Thanks Eve.” “Hey don’t mention it, we put my doctor’s fee, aka the bar tab, on your credit card.” Audrey threw one of the couch pillows at her but she loved her all the more. Audrey went home and pulled herself together then made her way to Caesars Place feeling better about herself than she had in years. He likes me for my personality, not my body? Did such men even exist? She wondered. Then again, Marty would be about the only straight male able to look past the fur and the tits. Audrey made her way into the main lobby. I’m going to have to find him, he doesn’t even know what I look like. She thought. “Audrey!” A voice called out over the crowd. It was Marty, he was making his way through the crowd toward her. Unlike his usual rumpled shirt and dress pants from his afternoon at work Marty had on kaki’s with a button up shirt in a slightly darker shade, he was shaved and his hair was nicely styled. Wow he cleans up nice. Audrey thought. “How did you know it was me?” She gave him a mischievous smile. “Well I know my own work.” He said a little cock, Audrey laughed. “But really it was your hair and when I got closer your bright blue eyes. I liked your eyes.... can’t believe I just said that.” “No, it’s ok.” Audrey said a little awkward. “It’s nice of you to notice, very gentlemanly.” Gentlemanly? She now felt equally stupid so they were even “So I got a reservation.” Marty said. “We should hurry it’s almost eight.” Audrey had assumed they would go to one of the many small restaurants in or around Caesars but when Marty walked them up to Spago’s, one of the biggest and fanciest restaurants on the strip, and informed the server they had a table for two Audrey remembered they were both in a completely different pay scale than she had ever been used to. Audrey had only once came here for drinks with friends and it had set her back a week on her budget. Well I am making piles of money now, why not? She thought. Marty had ordered the pan seared Salmon and Audrey had ordered the beef filet. “God it’s so nice to be able to eat meat again.” She said jokingly. “Aug, don’t remind me. We’ve tried on three different occasions to fix that but for some reason the traits we mix into you girls with your costumes always bleeds over into taste buds.” Marty exclaimed. “Well I don’t want to spend the whole night talking about work but are you allowed to explain how it all works?” Audrey asked. “A little.” Marty said hesitantly. “I’m only aloud to say so much, even to a fellow employee. In laymen terms we basically take genetic traits like fur or a tail and use your blood and medical stats to blend them into your own gens. The first problem was how to do that, that’s where my work came in. I can’t talk about specifics even to someone on the inside but what I can say is my formula works like a sort of buffer between the two samples of DNA so they mix. Unfortunately the problem for practical things like curing dieses or even permanent plastic surgery is when your body burns through the formula the two halves split again and all the changes ware off. Of course that’s where the idea to use it as disposable costumes came in. There are some other jobs for the government that use that idea that I’m not allowed to talk about ether.” He wagged his eyebrows like he was trying to impress Audrey but the idea of secret agents that could look like anyone scared Audrey more than impressed her. “So.” He said. “That aside lets talk about something else, how about how you got into professional dance?” Oh great. Audrey thought. Lets talk about my past, she just loved that subject. Then Audrey remembered she wasn’t ashamed of who she was and she straightened her back and went into the story of her schooling and how hard times pushed her to Vagus to become a show girl and later a stripper. To Marty’s credit he did not flinch when Audrey told him the whole truth, most guys didn’t like to hear the back stage goings on of her strange little world but Marty listened attentively and even worked in the rare question. “And then I met Mr. Kingsley in the parking lot at my old job.” Audrey continued. “I can imagine the first time you saw the club it was a shock, Mr. Berman loves to see the new girls faces when those doors open.” Marty said. Audrey had to smile. “Yeah but that wasn’t anything compared to....” she looked around and lowered her voice. “Growing a tail and tits as big as my head.” Marty laughed out loud not caring if people looked. “Yeah I try to be humble but we do good work don’t we.” He said and Audrey joined him in laughing. Later on they discussed other parts of there lives Marty’s parents lived out in Florida and thankfully had no idea that Marty’s main line of work was keeping a fetish strip joint running. Audrey told him of her family too. Audrey’s mother had been the one to get her into dance at a young age and supported her through her schooling but Audrey had not talked to her in may years since she moved out to Vagus. “That’s to bad, you ever think about getting back in touch?” He asked. “I have.” Audrey said. “But what could I tell her? I became a stripper and now I work at a place so secret and weird that I can’t tell her about it.” “Yeah I guess, but you could always put the spin on it that now you got your own privet show.” Marty offered. “I guess but it would still be awkward, I can’t exactly imagine my mom sitting in the main lounge watching that show. She’d want to come even if she knew what I had to do to make it, no mater what.” “Maybe that’s your answer? She’d still care regardless” Marty asked. They let the conversation sit awkwardly. After coffee and talking for a few hours they were all but chased out of the posh restaurant after tying up a table so long. Marty insisted she let him pay, both for the fact she still wouldn’t be payed her first check till Saturday and he had asked her out. Audrey allowed him to stroke his ego and insisted next time was on her. On there way back Marty chuckled to himself. “Hey I had a great idea. You know how tomorrow is formal night at The Zoo right?” Audrey nodded. “Want to be my date? I still have time to arrange it, you can’t pare up till the day of. It would really drive the old guys wild if we stole the first dance.” Audrey thought that was a great idea, she wouldn’t be tied to some rich old creeper that way and she liked Marty. She agreed. As they parted ways Audrey realized that though she’d wanted to, she never invited Marty back with her to her apartment, it had never even occurred to her. “Hun, that’s what a normal, healthy date is like.” She mused to herself and went home happy.