New story. Sin City Zoo

Memorex75 · 02-15-2014

Sin City Zoo
Pt.1
The American Dream

The low beat of background music began playing as the curtain parted. Audrey Timmins stepped out onto the runway, this was her favorite part. Her full length fur coat (her favorite outfit) was wrapped around her tightly to extenuate her figure. The crowd was silent and attentive as she made her way to the end of the stage. The announcers mic tactfully cut into the music. “Alright guys the lady you’ve all been waiting for, Squirrely!” Audrey stripped the coat in one smooth motion revealing she had nothing on under neath but a matching pare of fur panties. Audrey spun around the poll on center stage as the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Ok now the part she wasn’t so crazy about. Audrey arched her back against the poll and eased her hips allowing the intentionally to big novelty underwear to slide off now that nothing but fur against her smooth skin held them up. The squirrel tattoo on her hip that had got her this head line bit job showed for all the world to see. Audrey never let her reluctance show in her fake smile as she continued her dance, she was a professional, Audrey Timmins was a Las Vagus Stripper.

As Audrey twirled on the pole she mentally reviewed how her life had ended up like this. At a young age Audrey had left home to attend dance school. Audrey loved to dance and preform and her days at school taught her all forms of dance from ball room to break dance. However already in her teens Audrey was not cut out to compete with the Olympic level tumblers or the ballerinas that had been dancing since shortly before they could walk. Audrey tried out for several prestigious jobs, Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, entertainment dance groups and even TV and film bits. The result was not what she expected, Audrey was of average if not short height with long flowing dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and an athletic body. She had hoped that her above average DD breasts would sway employers away from the bleach blond Barbies that dominated the industry but with plastic surgery now a days her only advantage was common place and when she died her hair she only stood out for being the shortest blond in the room. So pennyless Audrey had to make a choice every girl in her situation had to make. Ether get a job as a waitress and flush your dreams of performing on stage down the toilet or if you have the body for it, strip.

Audrey walked the room after her dance pulling drinks and lap dances to make a living. The exotic dance industry was not the dream job she, like so many naive young girls thought it could be. She had to pay a stage fee to dance, tipping the bouncers so she didn’t get raped in the parking lot, tipping the Dj so she could get the music she practiced to, and renting the wardrobe she wore on stage. Even though she got a small bonus for her specialty show she pretty much broke even on her budget most nights. And, lets not forget with so many girls in the industry she only got to work a few hours, four nights a week. So as Audrey ground on the knee of a very drunk twenty something in the dance booth she went over again why she kept this job. Well I’m safe, she thought, I have steady if not much work, I don’t have to allow any drunk to touch me or I can have him tossed out, and oh yeah, I don’t know how to do anything but dance. She spun in his lap and grabbed ether side of the guys head and rising on her feet while straddling him to press his face into her cleavage. One one thousand, Two two thousand, Three three thousand, “okay stud, Fifty bucks.” she said. She’d be lucky to see ten of it after everyone got a piece.

Audrey stepped out the back door of the club and headed toward her Audi in view of the giant of a bounce that worked the door. A whip thin man in a fancy business suit approached her and called out. “Excuses me Miss Timmins?” The bouncer at the door gave her a questioning look but Audrey waved him off. If this person knew her real name he wasn’t a patron of the bar. “Yes?” she answered. “Hello Miss Timmins my name is Mel Kingsley. I represent a company named Consumac Industries and would like to speak to you about a job offer my bosses are interested in giving you.” “Consumac? Audrey said. Isn’t that a pharmaceutical company?” “Actually my firm handles business for a sister branch of the company, the entertainment branch.” Kingsley said. “Consumac has a strip club?” Audrey asked skeptically. “Well it’s actually a sort of special interest thing for high rollers and V.I.P. s in the city. If your interested I’d be glad to give you some of the details at my office tomorrow.” He said offering a card. “Well what kind of job is it may I ask?” “I’m afraid I can’t speak of it in public, because of the fact we cater to so many celebrities an rich business men discretion is of the utmost importance.” “Ok, Audrey said hesitantly, I’m off tomorrow and I could come over.” “Excellent.” Mr. Kingsley said and made small talk as he walked her to her car.

Audrey flopped down on her tiny bed in her tiny apartment. “Fits my tiny life.” Audrey muttered. Audrey’s cat Baxter jumped up on the bed and snugged under her arm putting his head against her chest. “You’re the only guy who gets to do that for free.” She muttered ruefully and he meowed in response. Audrey had not had a steady man for years now. Every now and then she’d hook up with some guy but it was always one of those, just wanted to bang a stripper types. So Consumac is hiring dancers? Audrey thought. “If this turns out to be some laugh at the stupid stripper TV show I’m counting on you to lay on my face and put me out of my misery.” She said rolling over and resting Baxter on her stomach. “Still, maybe they’re paying well.” She said optimistically and began drifting off to sleep.

The office of Kingsley, Fulmar, and Hope was a small but fancy building in the financial district away from the flash and dazzle of the strip this is where the real magic of Vagus starts. Audrey had dressed appropriately for her meeting, she was a stripper not a whore, but in this busy law office she felt under dressed, the closest thing to her jeans and blouse was a guy walking by without the jacket to his suit.

Mr Kingsley welcomed her in and to have a seat. “Well I imagine you have lots of questions and I’ll try my best to answer them but you must understand that due to the nature of the job we’re offering I am required to be a bit vague about the details until you have singed a confidentiality agreement that comes with accepting the job.” “Well can you tell me what will be expected of me? No offence but with all this secrecy if this all involves prostitution or a brothel, legal or not, I want nothing to do with it.” Audrey said. “A fair suspicion under the circumstances, Kingsley said with a grin, but I assure you not only will you not have to engage in intercourse for your job but it is strictly prohibited during business hours and only after hours under specific criteria.” Kingsley assured her. “You see you have been offered this job because of your dance background mainly. Exotic dances are, if you’ll excuse me, a dime a dozen in this city but ones with actual dancing skill without a pole are rare. You will be hired as a performer who strips not a stripper who dances. Among your responsibilities will be doing solo shows once a month, group performances, and a special head line show down the road to show case your talent.”

Audrey was thrilled to hear this but it still seemed there was a catch. “So what exactly makes this place any different from other exclusive clubs if everything is so legit?” She asked. “Well as you pointed out Consumac is primarily a pharmaceutical company. Kingsley said. The entertainment branch was made to fund research and it uses the full resources of the pharmaceutical branch to provide entertainers that can not be found anywhere else on earth. I can assure you however the treatment only affect our employees during work hours, the effects of the treatment ware off after your shift.” “And what is this place’s specialty?” Audrey asked. “Well like I said I can’t go into specifics but the club is called The Zoo and it only caters to the wealthy and influential.” Kingsley said. “The Zoo? Classy name.” Audrey said. “I know but you must understand when the rich are looking for something they can’t get anywhere else they come to this club.” Kingsley said.

“Now then, I know that pitch can be a little daunting so I’d like to explain the compensation for all this secrecy.” Ou the money. Audrey thought. “Right now you make standard wages for a dancer yes?” Kingsley asked and Audrey nodded. “So about four or five hundred a night? Our performers take home over one thousand dollars a night in just salary and with special services can clear five figures in a five day work week.” Audrey realized her mouth was hanging open and remembered to stay skeptical. “And your telling me theirs no whoring going on?” “Miss Timmins with the prices our clientele pay these wages are standard, the best I can offer is that it will all make sense if you agree to join.”

“I’d like to take this opportunity to discuss the agreement you would be signing if you did agree.” Kingsley said. “I’m afraid it is rather strict for not knowing the details. You will first be signing a confidentiality agreement that carries all the standard penalties should it be breached. The contract term is five years and all the details we’ve discussed will be expected of you.” “So your saying I’ve got to sign a contract saying I’ll work for five years and if I want out I get fined straight to hell?” Audrey asked, the sarcasm was starting to creep into her voice. “In so many words, yes.” Kingsley answered with an apologetic look. “How many people actually take that deal?” She asked. “Well not to many to tell the truth but I will provide you with all the paper work to go over with your own attorney and will wait as long as you need to make your decision.” Kingsley said.

When Audrey left she carried the folder of legal papers home along with thoughts of dread warring with the huge amounts of money promised. Audrey had never had a lawyer before but this was definitely the time to start and the next day after a quick search for the only lawyer she could afford (the cheapest in the city) she made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

Roger Nebble frowned over the contracts laid out in front of him, at his prices he hadn’t seen documents this professional since he advised a drunk driver that crashed into a casino’s flower bed to throw himself on the mercy of the court. “Miss Timmins reading over this contract I advise you not to involve yourself in this. He said. The confidentiality section prevents you from even discussing your job unless your already in legal action against the company so you couldn’t go for help even to me, and with the penalties listed here only the super rich could battle this. For all you know you could all but be sell yourself into slavery and I could do nothing for you.” “But you looked up information about the company like you said you would over the phone right?” Audrey asked. “Aside from finding out that the entertainment branch does exist I could find nothing on they’re club, based on all this these are some serious players your involving yourself with.” He paused. “Miss Timmins may I be blunt? You are paying me for my opinion.” Audrey nodded. “I can tell you’re mind is already made up about taking this job, I can see the dollar signs floating around your head. If you really insist on taking this job please be careful, there’s no going back.” Audrey thanked Mr. Nebble and left his office with more doubts than answers.

Audrey had wandered down to the strip and was watching a parade for the opening of a new casino from one of the raised walkways above the street. The dancers at the head of the parade were all about the same age as Audrey had been when she first came to Vagus. Audrey sighed and looked down at her still fantastic but still twenty six year old body thought how screwed up this situation was. She was being offered piles of money and more importantly her dream of being a real performer like those girls down there and she was having doubts about signing her name. She could however end up in a real bad situation if things didn’t work out, so here she was. As she stared down at the dancers now taking bows before a cheering crowd fireworks started going off in the sky above. Audrey could just see the sign here line in the dim multicolored light and taking a deep breath scribbled her name on the dotted line.

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Memorex75 Process Fan Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 61	New story. Sin City Zoo Sin City Zoo Pt.1 The American Dream The low beat of background music began playing as the curtain parted. Audrey Timmins stepped out onto the runway, this was her favorite part. Her full length fur coat (her favorite outfit) was wrapped around her tightly to extenuate her figure. The crowd was silent and attentive as she made her way to the end of the stage. The announcers mic tactfully cut into the music. “Alright guys the lady you’ve all been waiting for, Squirrely!” Audrey stripped the coat in one smooth motion revealing she had nothing on under neath but a matching pare of fur panties. Audrey spun around the poll on center stage as the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Ok now the part she wasn’t so crazy about. Audrey arched her back against the poll and eased her hips allowing the intentionally to big novelty underwear to slide off now that nothing but fur against her smooth skin held them up. The squirrel tattoo on her hip that had got her this head line bit job showed for all the world to see. Audrey never let her reluctance show in her fake smile as she continued her dance, she was a professional, Audrey Timmins was a Las Vagus Stripper. As Audrey twirled on the pole she mentally reviewed how her life had ended up like this. At a young age Audrey had left home to attend dance school. Audrey loved to dance and preform and her days at school taught her all forms of dance from ball room to break dance. However already in her teens Audrey was not cut out to compete with the Olympic level tumblers or the ballerinas that had been dancing since shortly before they could walk. Audrey tried out for several prestigious jobs, Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, entertainment dance groups and even TV and film bits. The result was not what she expected, Audrey was of average if not short height with long flowing dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and an athletic body. She had hoped that her above average DD breasts would sway employers away from the bleach blond Barbies that dominated the industry but with plastic surgery now a days her only advantage was common place and when she died her hair she only stood out for being the shortest blond in the room. So pennyless Audrey had to make a choice every girl in her situation had to make. Ether get a job as a waitress and flush your dreams of performing on stage down the toilet or if you have the body for it, strip. Audrey walked the room after her dance pulling drinks and lap dances to make a living. The exotic dance industry was not the dream job she, like so many naive young girls thought it could be. She had to pay a stage fee to dance, tipping the bouncers so she didn’t get raped in the parking lot, tipping the Dj so she could get the music she practiced to, and renting the wardrobe she wore on stage. Even though she got a small bonus for her specialty show she pretty much broke even on her budget most nights. And, lets not forget with so many girls in the industry she only got to work a few hours, four nights a week. So as Audrey ground on the knee of a very drunk twenty something in the dance booth she went over again why she kept this job. Well I’m safe, she thought, I have steady if not much work, I don’t have to allow any drunk to touch me or I can have him tossed out, and oh yeah, I don’t know how to do anything but dance. She spun in his lap and grabbed ether side of the guys head and rising on her feet while straddling him to press his face into her cleavage. One one thousand, Two two thousand, Three three thousand, “okay stud, Fifty bucks.” she said. She’d be lucky to see ten of it after everyone got a piece. Audrey stepped out the back door of the club and headed toward her Audi in view of the giant of a bounce that worked the door. A whip thin man in a fancy business suit approached her and called out. “Excuses me Miss Timmins?” The bouncer at the door gave her a questioning look but Audrey waved him off. If this person knew her real name he wasn’t a patron of the bar. “Yes?” she answered. “Hello Miss Timmins my name is Mel Kingsley. I represent a company named Consumac Industries and would like to speak to you about a job offer my bosses are interested in giving you.” “Consumac? Audrey said. Isn’t that a pharmaceutical company?” “Actually my firm handles business for a sister branch of the company, the entertainment branch.” Kingsley said. “Consumac has a strip club?” Audrey asked skeptically. “Well it’s actually a sort of special interest thing for high rollers and V.I.P. s in the city. If your interested I’d be glad to give you some of the details at my office tomorrow.” He said offering a card. “Well what kind of job is it may I ask?” “I’m afraid I can’t speak of it in public, because of the fact we cater to so many celebrities an rich business men discretion is of the utmost importance.” “Ok, Audrey said hesitantly, I’m off tomorrow and I could come over.” “Excellent.” Mr. Kingsley said and made small talk as he walked her to her car. Audrey flopped down on her tiny bed in her tiny apartment. “Fits my tiny life.” Audrey muttered. Audrey’s cat Baxter jumped up on the bed and snugged under her arm putting his head against her chest. “You’re the only guy who gets to do that for free.” She muttered ruefully and he meowed in response. Audrey had not had a steady man for years now. Every now and then she’d hook up with some guy but it was always one of those, just wanted to bang a stripper types. So Consumac is hiring dancers? Audrey thought. “If this turns out to be some laugh at the stupid stripper TV show I’m counting on you to lay on my face and put me out of my misery.” She said rolling over and resting Baxter on her stomach. “Still, maybe they’re paying well.” She said optimistically and began drifting off to sleep. The office of Kingsley, Fulmar, and Hope was a small but fancy building in the financial district away from the flash and dazzle of the strip this is where the real magic of Vagus starts. Audrey had dressed appropriately for her meeting, she was a stripper not a whore, but in this busy law office she felt under dressed, the closest thing to her jeans and blouse was a guy walking by without the jacket to his suit. Mr Kingsley welcomed her in and to have a seat. “Well I imagine you have lots of questions and I’ll try my best to answer them but you must understand that due to the nature of the job we’re offering I am required to be a bit vague about the details until you have singed a confidentiality agreement that comes with accepting the job.” “Well can you tell me what will be expected of me? No offence but with all this secrecy if this all involves prostitution or a brothel, legal or not, I want nothing to do with it.” Audrey said. “A fair suspicion under the circumstances, Kingsley said with a grin, but I assure you not only will you not have to engage in intercourse for your job but it is strictly prohibited during business hours and only after hours under specific criteria.” Kingsley assured her. “You see you have been offered this job because of your dance background mainly. Exotic dances are, if you’ll excuse me, a dime a dozen in this city but ones with actual dancing skill without a pole are rare. You will be hired as a performer who strips not a stripper who dances. Among your responsibilities will be doing solo shows once a month, group performances, and a special head line show down the road to show case your talent.” Audrey was thrilled to hear this but it still seemed there was a catch. “So what exactly makes this place any different from other exclusive clubs if everything is so legit?” She asked. “Well as you pointed out Consumac is primarily a pharmaceutical company. Kingsley said. The entertainment branch was made to fund research and it uses the full resources of the pharmaceutical branch to provide entertainers that can not be found anywhere else on earth. I can assure you however the treatment only affect our employees during work hours, the effects of the treatment ware off after your shift.” “And what is this place’s specialty?” Audrey asked. “Well like I said I can’t go into specifics but the club is called The Zoo and it only caters to the wealthy and influential.” Kingsley said. “The Zoo? Classy name.” Audrey said. “I know but you must understand when the rich are looking for something they can’t get anywhere else they come to this club.” Kingsley said. “Now then, I know that pitch can be a little daunting so I’d like to explain the compensation for all this secrecy.” Ou the money. Audrey thought. “Right now you make standard wages for a dancer yes?” Kingsley asked and Audrey nodded. “So about four or five hundred a night? Our performers take home over one thousand dollars a night in just salary and with special services can clear five figures in a five day work week.” Audrey realized her mouth was hanging open and remembered to stay skeptical. “And your telling me theirs no whoring going on?” “Miss Timmins with the prices our clientele pay these wages are standard, the best I can offer is that it will all make sense if you agree to join.” “I’d like to take this opportunity to discuss the agreement you would be signing if you did agree.” Kingsley said. “I’m afraid it is rather strict for not knowing the details. You will first be signing a confidentiality agreement that carries all the standard penalties should it be breached. The contract term is five years and all the details we’ve discussed will be expected of you.” “So your saying I’ve got to sign a contract saying I’ll work for five years and if I want out I get fined straight to hell?” Audrey asked, the sarcasm was starting to creep into her voice. “In so many words, yes.” Kingsley answered with an apologetic look. “How many people actually take that deal?” She asked. “Well not to many to tell the truth but I will provide you with all the paper work to go over with your own attorney and will wait as long as you need to make your decision.” Kingsley said. When Audrey left she carried the folder of legal papers home along with thoughts of dread warring with the huge amounts of money promised. Audrey had never had a lawyer before but this was definitely the time to start and the next day after a quick search for the only lawyer she could afford (the cheapest in the city) she made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. Roger Nebble frowned over the contracts laid out in front of him, at his prices he hadn’t seen documents this professional since he advised a drunk driver that crashed into a casino’s flower bed to throw himself on the mercy of the court. “Miss Timmins reading over this contract I advise you not to involve yourself in this. He said. The confidentiality section prevents you from even discussing your job unless your already in legal action against the company so you couldn’t go for help even to me, and with the penalties listed here only the super rich could battle this. For all you know you could all but be sell yourself into slavery and I could do nothing for you.” “But you looked up information about the company like you said you would over the phone right?” Audrey asked. “Aside from finding out that the entertainment branch does exist I could find nothing on they’re club, based on all this these are some serious players your involving yourself with.” He paused. “Miss Timmins may I be blunt? You are paying me for my opinion.” Audrey nodded. “I can tell you’re mind is already made up about taking this job, I can see the dollar signs floating around your head. If you really insist on taking this job please be careful, there’s no going back.” Audrey thanked Mr. Nebble and left his office with more doubts than answers. Audrey had wandered down to the strip and was watching a parade for the opening of a new casino from one of the raised walkways above the street. The dancers at the head of the parade were all about the same age as Audrey had been when she first came to Vagus. Audrey sighed and looked down at her still fantastic but still twenty six year old body thought how screwed up this situation was. She was being offered piles of money and more importantly her dream of being a real performer like those girls down there and she was having doubts about signing her name. She could however end up in a real bad situation if things didn’t work out, so here she was. As she stared down at the dancers now taking bows before a cheering crowd fireworks started going off in the sky above. Audrey could just see the sign here line in the dim multicolored light and taking a deep breath scribbled her name on the dotted line.