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Waiting for word from the rest of the pack, Rashid gets a call from Riley. They've found the girl from the party working at a strip club. Her name is Trixie and she's a fan favorite.
Rashid was grumbling under his breath as he drove to meet up with the others. It wasn't like anyone could hear him over the roar of the modified truck anyway. His car was in the shop, but with Riley going to be busy, he could hope that they wouldn't tweak his baby too much. In the meantime, he had to drive this monster. He plugged in the GPS map thing they had texted him, and expected him to not get lost. He wasn't told which club, but the girl there was apparently a looker. Something Luke would probably give him flack about, or mope that he didn't go himself.

Rashid completely ignored the parking lot, parking on the street and paid the meter. He tugged at the collar of the green silk shirt. The new stuff was always so stiff, even if it was soft. His slacks fit snug, but with monster thighs like his, nothing short of tailor made would fit right anyway. He pulled his phone out and texted Riley, let them know he was up front.
Riely got the text he'd been waiting for, nodded in O-Train's direction and head out front to speak with Rashid before the big man made his way in. Randy waved dismissively as the cute little dancer Lola sat in his lap.
He caught Rashid before he got to the bouncer and gestured to a slightly more secluded spot.
"Aight nigga girl just finished her set, she's likely hittin' the floor next. Same bitch I saw pushin' dope at that last party. She was all up on Jessa, tells me she ain't check ID's when she sells, so maybe this crew had somethin' to do with it. I ain't seen Slug tho, banger Randy n' me knew from back in the day. He's rollin' with a new crew lately, Red Scorpions. I ain't know much. She might. We'll back ya play bro, but a couple of straps and them guns of yours ain't gunna be enough if this is Scorpion turf, ya feel?" he wasn't sure. He didn't see any graffiti that suggested this strip joint was affiliated. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe this girl wasn't with the Scorpions.
Either way, it seemed like every time Rashid asked him to reach out into his old life, someone's life got saved so if that was the case he didn't mind. And he certainly wasn't going to let the man head into a situation like this alone.
Being strong for someone else was a hell of a lot easier than being strong for yourself Trixie was quickly finding out due to recent events. She’d been doing her best to keep the girls informed about the new drug and to keep them off of it but it was hard when you were addicted to other shit yourself. What was worse was Skye had recently disappeared and no one knew where she had gotten off to which worried all of them so the girls were keeping their information streams open to find out the details of what happened to her. Trixie didn’t know if she’d gotten ahold of the bad drugs or if someone played her wrong but as soon as she found out, someone was going to pay. She’d gotten away with taking out one of the Red Scorpions, a lower member but no one had caught her and she was confident she could do it again. Just as long as Lex didn’t find out, he might do more than beat her ass for that one.



The club was hopping and full of a lot of new faces, which used to make Trixie hungry for fresh flesh and open wallets but now it just made her suspicious. Not only were there new, dangerous drugs circulating but the Red Scorpions had been all over the place trying to claim it as their turf. Her song played and she worked her stuff like always, keeping an eye on the giant new guy Lola had decided to crawl all over, practically giving him a free lap dance. Trixie smirked, the girl wasn’t going to make good money doing that shit but she didn’t need it as badly as the others so she couldn’t blame her for having a little fun.

The song ended and she hopped down, wiggling back into her little thong so she could cruise the floor and look for someone interested in a little private show or willing to part with some cash to keep her at their table talking.
"Sounds good. Remember though, we're here poking our noses is all, I'm not here to start any trouble, yet. If there are your Scorpions around, the new blow should tell us. These streets haven't changed since the kid's been here. Tonight is a night to have fun and figure out who's around now so we can solve the problems later." Rashid gave Rand a quick nod, everyone's here, he apparently is all in on the fun. His distraction was a small dark haired girl. Cute, but not all that interesting to Rashid.

Ah well, he had some time. A mark like the blonde will be impossible to miss, he just needs to look ready to pass out some cash when the time comes, until then, it was perfectly in place to eye what everyone had on display. The guilt he had for his conservative prey back outside was completely quashed by the beast's desire and the future hunt. A wicked grin settled onto his face and he started breaking some bills apart and he got himself into character. His eyes roamed the room hungrily. Everyone knows lust when they want to, you just have to think about it.
Trixie wasn't finding much that excited her yet that night so she started making her way over to where Lola was to check in with her best friend. Yes, sometimes she acted like a big sister for the girl but she was young and didn't want her to get into any trouble like she did, the girl deserved so much better.

”How are we all doing tonight?” she purred sliding up near where Lola sat on the big guy's lap. ”Are you boys treating my girl here right? No one's being naughty are they?” Trixie gave them a big conspiring smile to show them being naughty was all it was about at the Dollhouse. Lines, lust, lies and lures were all part of the game when you sold sex, even if it was just the promise of it later. She tried to size the newcomers up a bit, surprised to see the younger boys were accompanied by none other but local sports legend Rashid Mosley, now that was a surprise indeed. Maybe on a day she wasn't hurting for cash she'd have some fun with the cute tattooed one but big name meant big money so she went over to loop an arm around the boxer’s shoulder casually to lean her soft frame against his.

”And are you having a good time yet? The name is Trixie, and I already know your name, but Rashid feels really good on the lips.” She couldn't help but bite her lower lip a little when she was done talking, let his eyes go there and imagine just what those lips might feel like.
Woo, boy, Luke was right, she was going to be trouble. Trixie had herself painted up nice and knew where to rest herself. The only problem with this place was the smell. It was easily the most overpowering aspect of the entire scene, but he had to push himself past that and into the fun.
"Not really my place to say Trixie, that boy there, he's his own man." He let his eyes slide down her...gifted...frame. If she wanted to latch on to him right away, fine, let R&R have some fun, they set this up and got the preliminary research done. At least his time wouldn't be boring, just...way out of his normal comfort zone.

The job at hand, he just...why did Luke have to be out with Helen. It's been months since someone gravitated immediately to him. The fuck. "Been slow for me honest, but from what I see, things are looking up." Rashid let his hand find its way to her thigh and started guiding her to their little corner of the lot, out of the blazing spotlights and into the dancing stars where shadows played at tantalizing flesh.
Trixie took one last look over Lola who was giggling like a schoolgirl at the big guy and she had to hand it to the girl, she sure knew how to pick them. His boisterousness seemed to compliment the little hispanic girl’s constant perky attitude perfectly, almost to the point people around them might get annoyed. Now her mark on the other hand was almost as large and she could feel some very nice definition under the button down he wore, making her wonder just what he looked like without the shirt on. Having a type wasn’t a luxury she got with her lifestyle but sometimes a good looking guy would come in and she’d get to enjoy her job for once.

”Hmm, at this rate I’m a little more worried about your buddy than Lolly. He’s over there biting off more of that Mexican pepper than he can chew,” she laughed as she watched her friend tug the big guy towards the private area. That man was in for a treat as sweet as that girl’s stage name.

She turned her attention back to her potential client and gave him a sultry look as blonde hair cascaded over her face. ”No sense letting them have all the fun. Let’s talk about you and how we can keep things going up for you,” she dropped her voice low and ran an exploratory hand up the front of his chest, confirming that he was indeed extremely ripped under there. Trixie wondered if he indulged in a little blow here and there like most famous people did because she could really use a hit of something. It was getting harder to get clean stuff and Lex had been holding out on her because she refused to pander his new shit at the Dollhouse. First things first though, she needed to get him alone and hooked on her before she asked him if he had anything to share. ”Ever been to the private rooms? I hear lapdances can be very uplifting,” she leaned in to whisper over the thumping music, intentionally letting those full lips brush against his ear.
"I'm sure she's not the only one with a little spice in her performance anyway." There was something...familiar about this girl, he could smell it, but Rashid was so distracted by everything else around him that it was stuck in the back of his mind. Last time he went out for this, the girl wanted some stupid designer drugs that were out of her reach. He hated this scene so much. Not because of the people in it, but because they couldn't get out. Family included.

Rashid could have easily swept this girl up, but he let her lead him where she wanted in her provocative manner. She was practically glued to him, and though he didn't mind at all, he did wonder to himself what she expected from him. Her eyes held him fast, drew him in, he knew it was part of her job, but she had a desperation deep in her that he could sense and latched to. Stupid complex. At least with a body and profession like hers, there would be no way he would leave disappointed. He had no idea where they were headed, but the corridor was at least less occupied than the floors. He could feel the waves of envy and disdain rolling off of his back from every guy in the place as he disappeared with his "partner."
Trixie tugged him along to the private dance rooms, sectioned off areas each with their own iPods of music for the girls to dance to and a comfy chair for their clients to sit in while they received it. They were secluded enough that some girls offered extra services in them but within earshot of the nearest bouncer in case someone got a little too grabby.

”A song is $40, I'll give you two for $60 because I think you're cute,” she winked as she flipped through the music selection and picked a song while he dropped more cash on the table than she had requested and a smile twisted along her lips. ”Well, we'll just make it extra special for you won't we?”



She flipped the music on and unclasped her top as she walked over to him and saddled his lap, it would be coming off along with the bottoms during the course of the first song but that was all part of the fun.
"Extra special huh? Ok, we can work with that, but you don't need to go so far, I'm fine with the company and the fun that got promised to me when we leave, if I'm judging the place right at least." A predatory look crossed his face at that thought while he looked past the door. He shifted himself in the seat so that she had the option to sit on his lap side-saddle if she chose. A sad smile crossed his lips as he came back into the moment, he knew what he was going to pass up, but when Business spoke, the Beast wasn't allowed anywhere near, even when she was obviously blooded. Without the other distractions around, her scent was unmistakable. The question is: did she know it herself?

"You've been here a while, yeah? What keeps a girl like you here?" He dropped another bill on the table to keep her from just walking out of the room. He had to get her to open up a little, and as long as he could keep her interested in talking instead of sex, he might win tonight. His head bobbed lightly to the music. She had a great feel for the mood, and he wasn't sure that he could resist if she pushed him too much...which would only wind up more expensive than he wanted tonight.
She was rather surprised when he stopped her from beginning her dance, the celebrity seemed like a man of action not words but men came in all types.

”Why can't you have fun and company?” she arched a slender eyebrow at him as she shifted in his lap to balance her weight on his large frame perhaps with a little too much intentional movement with her hips. He'd paid for her time so she see no reason to run out of there yet, compared to the other men she could be dancing for he was handsome and had a nice body. There was a chance that he was intending to proposition her, which might be fun but she hated turning tricks. If Lex where there, he'd be flipping his lid trying to get the big man to pay good bucks for a half an hour alone with her and it might not be a bad deal, he might even kick down some clean drugs if she did that.

A smirk passed across her lips as he asked her the question, he was all full of surprises for her. ”It's a job sweetheart and one I do really well, you should let me show you,” she flipped her top off, mostly because its unbuckled state was bothering her and looped her slim arms around his neck. ”Tell me what you really want, because I'm sorry but I don't normally provide extra services for cash and I'm all out of any product to sell. It'd be nice if you had something to help take the edge off, and I might even be perauaded to entertain you as much as you wanted if you shared.” A little direct but there was no sense in hinting at what she wanted.
"Heh, well. Small impasse then, I suppose." He picked the top off of his shoulder and dropped it onto the floor. Rashid was really glad she had decided to get closer, he wasn't sure if he would be able to avoid staring, and he was DAMN sure his body was reacting exactly how she wanted.

"What I really want, huh?" Depends on how you asked. Part of him wanted to see exactly how well she could do her job, but that was...not the immediate priority. I mean, it *is* the immediate thing, but not what *should* happen. Damn.
"There's something new showing up with the kids in the park. Girl, I was wondering if you knew how to get your hands on some. I have the means." Rashid's voice got thick and slow, his heart beating with the bass in the room. This girl was a true mesmer in her art, but he HAD to make it through to his end goal. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was her body, or the musky scent of Blood in the room, but this was going to be a difficult job to stay on task for.
Riley waited patiently for the Champ to be done with whatever he was doing. Didn't seem dude's style to get a lap dance, even from an above average stripper, without good reason.
But Randy was enjoying himself, the girls were cute and the music was tolerable. He passed on girl after girl till finally the left him alone, but the cute Lolly was putting on all kinds of a show and he watched. O-Train's grin was fuckin' ear to ear.
Then Riley noticed a few dude's walkin' in. He recognized Slug. They talked to a bouncer, Riley couldn't make out what they were saying, but the man pointed towards Rashid's location.
"Shit. Scorpions nigga, heads up." Randy was careful but insistent with Lolly, and the girl was quick to realize what was up. She made up an excuse to leave, but not before telling Randy to come see her again some time.
"Want me to get the Champ?" he asked. Riley shook his head. Whatever was going on here, it was important. If these fuckers headed back to the private section, he'd just have to smash Slug's ugly face in.
"Champ's payin' good money for his dance. Let's make sure these niggas don't interrupt." he said, already in motion. Randy was on his heels. They surged through the club and girls and John's alike parted from their path.
"Yo Slug-boy! What this nigga tell you bout's slingin' that shit in my town?" Slug's eyes widened as he realized who he had the misfortune of speaking to.
"Shit, O-Train we ain't sellin' near your fuckin' center, I swear." he said. The two dudes he walked in with started to front, but Slug knew better. Riley stepped forwards. "Shit, Martin uh... sorry about the kid. Didn't know you was back from rehab." he said. Riley didn't even react. That made dude sweat. His friends looked at him, then to each other.
"Yea nigga, I'm back. And I think you're lyin' to me. See, some girl went all loopy near my place of business, started cuttin' people up. I ain't know of a lot of drugs that do that, nigga, an' I know a thing or two about drugs. An' cuttin' people up." he let the threat hang in the air.
"Look man, I'll ask around. But it weren't me. I ain't so small time no more, ain't gotta sell to no kids. Things are lookin' up for ole Sluggy. I'm rollin' with a new crew." he nodded to the guys accompanying him. "And they're movin' in on this turf. You want me to let 'em know you're back in the game? Or are you and O-Train just breakin' my balls?" and suddenly the tables had turned a bit.
"We just talkin', niggas to slug boys. Put the word out, you wanna keep us off the street, you don't sling that poison 'round our Center." Randy stepped in, knowing Riley was about to unleash the devil on this asshole. Slug nodded, amused.
This was probably the first time the dude actually stood his ground against Riley. Who ever he had backing him now was a big fish for Slug to grow a pair like that.
Riley and Randy headed out. At this point, being seen with Rashid was only going to cause the man trouble down the road. Once outside he texted Rashid about the Scorpions, but hopefully his private show was over by now.
There was certainly something off about this guy that Trixie couldn’t quite put her finger on. Maybe if she just stirred him up a little more she could get more out of him because he certainly seemed interested but was holding back for some reason. The beat of the music, the good looking guy under her and curiosity was enough to keep her moving around just enough on his lap to hopefully tempt him for more. Hell, if Lex did show up she might even suggest a trick herself, his muscles didn't seem to be his only large attribute and she bet he fucked like an animal.

His request, like most of his others had been so far surprised her. So he was there for drugs, not sex, something she didn’t really have him pinned for. Well, she had him pinned that’s for sure but normally people didn’t come in asking right off the bat to buy drugs, especially the new shit that was circulated around. Trixie knew she could get some for him if she really wanted to, but even a druggie like her knew the junk was bad and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Plus, calling Lex down there with some might encourage him push it at the club even though she was fighting to keep it away from her girls.

”That new shit ain't good for you, sugar. I have something better that you could get your hands on,” she smiled, dodging his request for his own good and instead moving his hands over to her hips so he could feel them move. ”Just as addicting and easier to come by.” Touching wasn’t normally allowed but she could bend the rules if she wanted. No one cared what you did at the Dollhouse as long as it was alright with the girls. At least that’s how it should have been, things had been getting bad lately with the Scorpions trying to move in but she could at least still rely on the bouncers to come running if the boxer got a little too frisky, assuming she didn’t want him to.
"Fine, fine, I'm good." He threw his hands up briefly before she moved for him. No touch show be damned. Wonder what she gets away with here. Too bad she was playing so hard, Rashid really wanted this problem solved. Maybe he can at least get a name before he has to leave, this problem won't go away, and she knows something is circulating. He just needs to prove who and where to be happy enough to call something together.

"I think the only reason this is so easy to come by for me is because you know already me. I don't know you one bit. But hey, you seem to be in a sharing mood, with me at least, so, I'll listen." He took her advance as a cautious permission and let one hand explore her back and silky hair while the other held fast to her hip as his body pulsed with a feral hunger. "All I'll ask for then is a name. Someone who I can talk to some other time. Until then, the floor is yours." His phone vibrated at that moment. He needed to make sure R&R were good out there, he did leave them kinda stranded, even if it was for the person they needed, and they were having fun, at least one of em was. But what if something happened? Would he hear it? Was this a distraction for something bigger? Rashid cleared his head for just a moment worrying out those two and began reaching for his pocket.
”You aren't good yet, sugar but you will be. Trust me on that.” It was too bad he was so persistent about the new drug, she had thought he’d at least stick with the high end stuff if anything., and she was almost disappointed that he was interested in it. ”Men don’t usually come here to hear the girls ‘talk’ you know, especially about things that can get people into trouble. Well, not that kind of trouble anyway. But just so we are clear, we keep that drug out of the scene here, that strain has been nothing but problems but if you really want it, you’ll have to hit up one of the Red Scorpion's dealers to get it and ask for some Toxic. Don’t go bring any back in here.” The likelihood of him being a cop or anything like that was pretty low but giving out too much information was a big no-no if you didn’t have permission.

Distraction was the key, she wasn’t about ready to get her hide skinned for telling the wrong person the wrong names so she amped up the attentions she was giving him with her tiny frame against his large body to hopefully draw his attention away from the subject. Just because the men weren’t normally allowed to touch didn’t mean she couldn’t so she took advantage of that little fact and went exploring with her own hands. ”The next song is coming on, you want the real deal now, sugar or we still talking?” The feeling of what was under that shirt was getting her amped as well and she couldn’t think of anything more fun at the moment than slithering all over his body.
"Scorpions moving up in the area? I guess that explains everything else been happening." Rashid stretched himself up, lifting his hips and arching his back as he tried to loosen up some of the tension he had built. This wasn't the way it was supposed to pan out, but he knew who was peddling on his turf, the drug's name, and a girl in the area trying to keep the shit out. Maybe this whole thing didn't go as sideways as he had worried.

He had just manged to pull his phone out of his pocket when she had started invading his space in a deeply personal way. If he was thinking straight, those nails against his forearm were intentional as the phone slipped out of his hand and lay forgotten at his side. But thinking was overrated at the moment. He was trapped here, and part of him was ok with it. One one side: he had expectations of himself, and hopes for someone. On the other: they didn't have anything going yet, and this was happening now, whether or not he actually cared didn't seem to be in her mind at all.

He wanted to say something else, but what came out instead was a soft moan in anticipation. He wasn't around long enough to have a bad drink, but when he felt this right over someone he never knew before, it was wrong. It was just too bad he didn't care...
...a bit later

Rashid left the Dollhouse feeling light and ready for anything. He had some moderately good info, R&R were clear of the place, and what they texted him checked out with what he learned.
He made sure that he had everything on him and finished rebuttoning his shirt as he stepped out into the brisk night air. He inhaled deep, clearing his lungs of the stale air of the main room, but her scent just wouldn't stop lingering.

He texted R&R what bits and pieces he picked up before hopping into the truck and tearing up the road to get home. He needed to get out and move. He wanted to beat Randy silly for forgetting to mention anything about that blonde fox, but that would happen soon enough.
... later

Trixie strolled into the dressing room with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile on her face and plopped down on a stool next to Lola. ”That was one hell of a man,” she smirked as she adjusted a few things.

”Oh yeah, he was muy caliente. Says he don’t come in these places often so I may have slipped him my number,” Lola beamed in her slight Hispanic accent as she primped her hair that had somehow gotten mussed up a little.

Arching her eyebrow at the girl she laughed as Lola completely missed her point because she was so wrapped up on that big guy. Trixie never bothered with their clients so what was she supposed to think she was talking about? Lola looked over to her and eyed her up and down. ”Oh my gawd, you weren’t talkin bout the guy I snatched up. Girl you better start talkin.”

Trixie shrugged and adjusted the makeup that covered her most recent bruise on her shoulder. ”Nothing to say, I just gave him a show he won't likely forget. Let me tell you girl, you get close and there is something about him, something damn near so primal it’d make your toes curl. I never had a man growl during a lapdance before, I’d like to see what other noises I can get him to make,” she winked at her friend and grabbed her hand. ”I’m in a good mood, let’s go do a double dance, get some good tips then call it a night and go get some grub. You can tell me all about that giant you were trying to climb.”

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