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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 8:53 pm
Kurogane froze. Well...that wasn't exactly fair... "Can I still hear the other questions and answer them?" He asked softly, not wanting anyone to get word of that and thinking the owner of the bar was pitying him or something and gave him the job.
But when he heard that he could use some of the clothes in the back of the bar, excitement grew in his eyes. He barely had enough money to keep himself fed and pay the bills for where he was staying, so he didn't have much money, rather, he had no money left to spend on more clothes. He had what he was wearing and a few more pants, and that was it.
Then he shook his head, replying, "Oh, no, I'll be fine, I'm sure I can wait until payday to get the money I earn. And...would you mind if I just come in when I can to work, even if I don't exactly set the dates and times? I'm sure it will be often enough, though." He took the money he was given, his hand slightly shaking. That was probably the most money he would ever hold at one time. Too bad he was probably going to use it all to use on his bills...And some for food...Well, whatever was left over would go towards food.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 11:57 pm
"Well, the other questions were simply; would you have any problem with going out to dinner with select patrons, would you have a problem with patrons that wanted to get a bit physical, cullde, make out, get a bit hands on, and would you have a problem with possibly sleeping with a patron. The latter being completely optional. I would never require it of anyone. That isn't the point of this place, but I have a feeling the situation will eventually come up."
The excitement in the young man's eyes wasn't lost on Hitori, and it brought about a smile. "There are even a few things back there from my private collection. I think you might like those... Mostly leather and vinyl, some chains. I think I might even have some bondage tape back there; lesse I think I brought in the black, red, and green. Need to look for the purple, orange, yellow, and blue tomorrow while I'm at home. It makes for an interesting addition to any outfit, wouldn't you agree?"
"About that, as I said, so long as you show up atleast three times a week I don't mind what hours or days you keep. There won't be any set scheduals unless I find I have days when no one is working. Though, I don't think that will be much of a problem. As long as I have two or three people here it will be fine because I can fill in as well. Oh, and don't worry about eating dinner before you come in, I'll have dinner catered in the back every night for those who didn't get lined up for a dinner date. Breakfast as well for those who pull and all-nighter."
He smiled, pleased with himself for how he'd arranged things. He'd not only gotten every thing set up in record time, but he now had his first employee. "I'm going to run to the back and grab some tea and a salad, would you like to stick around and discuss anymore details, or do you have other business to attend to?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 5:10 pm
((Anything posted IC prior to this is dead. Do not reply to it.)) "Ah, Sunday evening. Time to open and start the first pay session." With a smile the owner of Jin-Ippin strolled to the door, popping out in his tight jeans, leather boots, and black sweater. He brushed his hair from his eyes with his fingertips as the breeze blew it into his eyes. It other hand positioned a neon sign across the center of the blackened window. Privacy and anonimity were two things this place held to.
Going back inside, he flipped a switch on the cord, lighting the brilliant neon light on that would tell passers by that, yes, this place was open for business. With luck his two employees would arrive soon. Until then, he was sure he could keep whomever arrived entertained. Hitori valued his appearcne, knowing it was the first thing someone took into concideration when they arrived here, so he darted to the back rooms, listening for the chime that would only sound in the back if someone entered. Moving into the dressing area, he located a tube of clear gloss, and applied a thin layer to his lips, using a dark, nearly lack green to line his eyes.
Before going to his own private office, he checked each of the four soundproofed bedrooms up the hall from the dressing area. He wanted everything perfect. The large beds were made with silk sheets, two in emerald, two in black. The coverlet on each of the beds was in the opposite color, and all the wood in the room was a dark cherry, just like the main room. He'd had these put in for two reasons, one, Hosts got tired, and two, there was bound to be a time when the rooms would have other uses. It wasn't something he openly promoted, but if it were to happen, he'd prefer it be here where he could put an end to things if there was need.
If a patron requested private time with a Host, and it was granted by the Host, Hitori would have the patron escorted to one of the rooms, and they could then spend up to three hours in private seclusion. He wasn't looking for them to have sex, just to have their private time in a somewhat more romantic setting. One never really knew where that might lead though, so he had thought ahead and stocked each of the rooms with the barest of necessecities, a box of condoms, and a bottle of plain lube in the nightstand on the right side of the bed. He'd been in this business long enough to know that some patrons and Hosts didn't care if you had rules against that level of intimacy, they would do it anyway. This in mind, he'd wanted to be sure his employees were protected.
After seeing to it that everything was just so, he went to sit in his office and sip his tea, reading over an articale in his magazine as he waited for the chime to ring.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 10:16 pm
Kurogane hadn't been sure exactly when the Host bar would open up, so when he went by earlier in the evening, and he found it closed, he sighed, knowing that he already had a customer who wanted him for a quick use and discard. But he would get money for it...
He had used all of the five hundred dollars he had been given the previous night to pay of his late bills...but the bills still continued to pile up. And any money he could earn to put towards paying those bills off was what he really needed at the moment.
A few hours later, after he had been used...twice..and given a hundred bucks, since the guy was one of those who could just waste money and not have to worry about losing it all. A rich guy...but he was all the same, just using him, not even playing with him in the ways he wanted to be played with, no bondage, no pain, nothing like that, and then he was paid and left.
He had gone back to his home, putting the money away safely and then returning to the bar, finding it open. He smiled softly, opening the door to step into the gorgeous room. The previous night he had been shown where the back was where he could change and he started heading in that direction, wanting to find what kind of wonderful outfit he could put together...Especially with that bondage tape....Oh, this was going to be fun trying to decide what to wear!
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 2:59 pm
Hitori had heard the door buzzer twice and known it must be his new employees. He'd had a cold breakfast bar brought in that morning, and it had been replaced with lunch that day at nooon. The only people besides himself with passes into the building were the two young men he'd hired and the caterers. When he heard someone calling out, he hadn't bothered to get out of the bed in his office. The place didn't open to the public until five in the afternoon, but it was open to those with passes anytime they wanted.
His alarm went off and he looked over, seeing that it was almost six. With a few choice words he rolled out of bed and went into the dressing arear, and through another door to the showers. Once he was clean, he dropped his laundry into one of the massive baskets, in a loosely, wrapped towel that hung down, dipping just below the peaks of his hip bones, leaving very little to the imagination. His light, honey-colored skin, was gleaming where it was still wet, and his well toned stomach and chest tensed slightly as he reached out, moving the clothing hanging on the beams around the room.
In the end, he chose a pair of tight leather pants, and a cropped long-sleeved shirt with a deep v-neck. The bottom of the shirt came about an inch below his pecs, the v coming down all but two inches to the bottom, oepning widly to expose the front of his shoulders, leaving his collarbones in the open, but efectivly covering his pecs. The long sleeves were thin material, and hugged his arms, stretching a bit over his muscles when they tightened, and ending in sewn in elastic rings that fit over his middle fingers. He finished the look with black platform boots, sporting two-inch bottoms, and four-inch heels.
Once dressed, he dried his light hair, brushing it into place, lining his eyes with kohl, and making his lips shine softly with the clear gloss he favored. Before leaving the back room he rolled off about three feet of the green bondage tape and folded it, placing it in his pocket. He might have a use for it later. With a sigh, he moved out to the front, flipping on the neon sign, and proping the door open slightly as an invitation to any who may pass by. The caterer would be along in half an hour to supply tonights dinner for the employees and Hitori himself. "Day two, maybe tonight we'll see a bit of action."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 7:26 pm
Hitori gave a disappointed sigh and looked over at one of the clocks. After ten already, and no one had arrived. He got up from the table and moved back toward the back, reapplying the clear gloss, and contemplating closing for the night.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 10:32 pm
Kurogane had come in again and was in the back, trying to choose what he was to wear. Of course, it wouldn't really matter if no one came in to the bar, anyways. And since it seemed quite late already, he wasn't sure if he should just forget about it and just talk with Hitori until the bar closed.
Of course, he had already chosen the pants and top for his outfit, that, one time, he would wear to a customer. The pants were silk, a deep forest green color, but they did have chains on them, looping from the straps on his ankles to the straps around his thighs. A thin, sleeveless, midnight black shirt was put on over a t-shirt of sorts made from netted material. Of course, that shirt had straps, three of them, going around his torso under his chest and studs on the straps as well as chains hanging from the straps as well as lopping around the straps on his shoulders.
He knew he wanted to wear bondage tape with it, but he wasn't sure exactly what color or how to, no, where to put the bondage tape on. But it still seemed as if he was going to have another day to think it over, since no one seemed to be coming. Heck, he hadn't even bothered thinking about make up yet.
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