Sin City

"Why don't you let me show you what a real man can do." Some drunk piece of shit peeled his staggering frame from the brick wall of the gentleman's club he'd just been kicked out of. Leti could only assume it was because of his current obnoxious behavior.

"Come on baby let's shove my big fat cock in you until you're screaming my name." With a devilish half-delirious smirk, he reached his hand out towards her but kept it low like he was aiming for her ass. With a curled lip of disgust, she gracefully sidestepped his reach and kept walking. The sound of her 6-inch heels tapped loudly against the pavement, but she could still make out the sounds of his pursuit.

"Hey where do you think you're going?" a hint of anger sparked in his voice. "You think you're better than me bitch?" He must've been getting closer because she was beginning to smell the liquor on his breath as the wind blew against her back.

A hand clasped around her wrist and spun her around. Without hesitation, Leti smashed her forehead into his nose. He bucked, releasing his grip on her, and clutched his face.

"You dirty whore!" He charged now, completely underestimating her abilities, and found himself connected with her foot as she spun her body and kicked him directly in the face. She straightened herself as his body twisted in a full 360, then staggered a few steps before crumbling to the ground—a heap of steamy, drunken shit.

As if she hadn't broken a sweat, she continued down the street. This wasn't anything Leti wasn't used to. She'd come from nothing, poverty, and slums. When she finally got offered to work a gig right in the middle of the Upper East side of Solaris, she thought she finally made it out. This is where the wealthy resided, a land of luxury is what she thought she was stepping into, but the truth was the rich were even more entitled and far more persistent than the men back home. She'd learned as much during this past week she spent getting the lay of the land. She'd come to dance leisurely and get a feel for the atmosphere she'd be working in but tonight was the first night at her new job and unfortunately, her building was located at the farthest end of Sin City.

Even though Sin City was located in the upper east side of Solaris, it functioned as if it was its city, following its laws, and while the 'Mayor' was never officially recognized, it was well understood even by law enforcement that you stay out of the Deveraux brother's business. It consisted of seven long blocks, loitered with all sorts of adult entertainment, eatery's, casinos, clubs, bars, strip clubs, sex toy shops, whorehouses, sex conventions, kink Dens, BDSM houses, anything you can think of it could be found in Sin City.

Leti was an Aerial acrobat but because she preferred scantily clad performances she was more widely referred to as an adult entertainer. However, to the occasional uncultured douchebag, she was simply a stripper. Truthfully, she was a stripper before now and didn't mind removing almost all of her clothing during her performances. She'd talked her previous boss into installing the aerial silks, and proved her performances could be just as lucrative as dancing on a pole. It took some time to convince Miss Evora, but when she finally gave in, Leti made sure the investment paid off. By the end of her time there, she'd nearly doubled the profits. Her performance was exceptional, and her body was flawless.

When a recruiter frequented the Beehive where she used to work, he could hardly compose himself enough to offer her a position for an establishment being built in Sin City, an offer she jumped at. Miss Evora pleaded with her to stay, but Leti declined. She had to get out of the Slums of Solaris. The apocalypse had been 200 years ago, well before her lifetime, but even now centuries later resources were still scarce, and allocated first to the wealthy. Running hot water, availability of food, fashion, education, work. Living in the slums was like living in a junkyard; foraging through other people's garbage for enough shit to survive on. Sure, you could sustain it if you searched forever and worked hard enough, but Leti wanted quality. She wanted options and wealth. Not just for her but her mom and brother too.

They were still back there, in the slums, waiting for her to send word. The idea of her being in the city of Success while her family was lighting candles to save on electricity made her sick but she'd continue sending them the majority of her excess income until she was able to rent her own home in Solaris. For now, the agreement with her employer was that she stayed in an apartment complex with the other performers. The rent was a 35% reduction of earned income, deducted immediately from her paycheck. Still, the money she would be earning was almost triple what she made back home. She just had to play her cards right and she could achieve her goals.

Tonight was the grand opening of The Lotus—a high-end club for the elites. Leti remembered hearing some of the other performers saying it was just a cover for a meeting place for some of the most dangerous mobsters, but Leti didn't care about that. She was just there to perform and leave. The money was phenomenal and no matter what went on behind those closed VIP doors, none of it deterred her from the opportunity that lay before her. Especially not the lustful swipes that men, like the one slumped behind her tried to take.

She was a jaguar and the money to be made at the Lotus, her prey. She sauntered towards the large, illuminated lotus flower shining brightly above the establishment. A line was forming, it contained the people who would only get in should capacity allow. Some of them might be standing out here all night. She smiled at the security guard as he unhooked the rope for her to enter.

"Hey Sage,” she said in a sultry whisper, giving him a quick wink. As big as he was, red still crept into his cheeks and he nodded at her.

"Leti." was all he said but she could feel the desire there and smirked at him before entering the cover of the building, immediately steering right, towards the employee entrance. It would lead her back to the dressing rooms and her vanity. She was mostly ready but wanted to touch up her hair and face before going on stage and most importantly stretch. She wouldn't be on for another hour, which gave her plenty of time to get ready.

She wore a skintight cheetah print dress, but it had vibrant floral designs weaving throughout it, a pop of color she found irresistible when she treated herself to it upon arriving. Her strappy 6-inch heels matched the hue of the cheetah print dress pulling her look together but for her performance tonight she'd be wearing almost nothing. A mask that covered the bottom half of her face, a lacey black bra that had straps wrapping and winding around her abdomen creating an intoxicating print on her flesh, a matching black thong, and always her favorite part, the fishnets, for her arms and thighs. She had another pair of 8-inch black stilettos and a 7-inch pair of red ones. Her hardest decision tonight would be to wear all black, like some stunning dominatrix, or add a little pop of color with a matching lip. Surely, she had enough time to decide before she went on.

Rounding the corner, she heard men murmuring, and shortly after she saw them huddled in the doorway of the dressing room. Great, another interaction she didn't want to have right now.

"Excuse me." She said to their backs as they stood peering into the room. Were they lost? She wondered as they turned to look at her. The recruiter, Glenn, who found her at the beehive stood inside the doorway staring back at them. Compared to the men around him he looked like a shriveled shrimp. They were tall and powerful in appearance. Maybe they paid for a sneak peek?

"Ah, finally gentlemen this is Scarlette, your future star performer." He smiled nervously as they stared her up and down. Did he say 'your' star performer? Were these the Deveraux brothers? Thoughts raced in her head, but what left her mouth was only a correction of her name.

"Please call me Leti, it's a pleasure" She extended her hand to the tall man next to her. He was perfectly sculpted, beautiful smile, short dark hair, and blue eyes. He took her hand and squeezed smiling widely.

"And you can call me Xavier, this is my brother Cass." Xavier gestured towards the slightly taller God of a man, equal in perfection and beauty. Was it fair that they were this gorgeous? His accent was also very thick, and she couldn't quite pinpoint where it would have originated from before the apocalypse, but it was just as hot as they were. She smiled and took Cass's hand. He then rested his free hand on top of their entwined ones and met her gaze.

"Short for Cassian and Rori is going to love this." Cass purred with a hint of amusement in his eye as he trailed his eyes up and down her figure but not one of lust, just appreciation. His hair was pulled up into an immaculate man bun, and she noticed his clothes were a lot tighter than Xavier's more artful and feminine. She shamefully wondered if he took men to his bed instead of women. She usually had a radar for these things and boy was hers sounding right now.

"Rori?" She questioned.

"Our eldest brother, the primary owner of this establishment. He took our father's place as Mayor of Sin City after our father passed, he'll be here tonight actually, we'll introduce you." Leti nodded but it was bittersweet. On one hand she would love to get in good with the owner on the other, she hated hanging around after her performance. She couldn't relax, it was almost like she seduced every man in the room and the mere sight of her off-stage lured everyone to her like moths to a flame.

"I look forward to it, but it's important I adequately stretch before my performance, one I hope you'll both enjoy."

"You are simply exquisite, wonderful find, Glenn," Cass spoke with genuine delight. They stepped aside and let her enter the room. Inside half naked women walked around unphased by the appearance of three men in the doorway. If they were uncomfortable, they didn't show it, probably thinking the same thing as her. Money.

They made no attempts to hide their distaste with her, however. Jealousy was a terrible thing, but it just fueled the flames of Leti's confidence. She enjoyed outshining the other women, to be the pinnacle of their unease.

They were all new performers here at the Lotus, but a lot of these people had been in Sin City for most of their careers and it wasn't a secret Leti's performance was the main act. She could understand why they felt scorned, but Glenn found her and recruited her for a reason. There were pole dancers, choreographed dancers, Women who danced in cages hanging from the ceiling, women who danced while serving refreshments, and Women who sold other services in those previously mentioned VIP rooms but none of them quite as exciting as a half-naked women dangerously tumbling between aerial silks, risking her life while rising erections. She dropped her duffle bag on the bench beside her vanity.

"Low-class scum." someone snarled.

"Glenn must have been getting desperate." another hissed.

Leti washed her ego in the words of her enemies, the hate only making her feel stronger. Some of these women saw her performance during rehearsal but some of them were about to have their insecurities heightened.

"Are you Leti?" A soft voice spoke behind her, the friendly tone made her turn her head back while she was bent over undoing the straps of her shoe.

"You are?" she said dryly, it wouldn't be the first time a friendly tone masked malicious intentions. She wouldn't be caught off guard on her first day.

"Cherry, I'm a singer." This made Leti raise an eyebrow as the girl was so soft-spoken.

"Yea? I'm Leti, what can I do for you" She stood up straight, their difference in height becoming evident as Leti towered over her.

"Wow, you're tall even without your heels on," Leti smirked. The interaction was just getting weirder and weirder.

"Is that what you wanted to say?" the girl's cheeks turned red, and she shook her head nervously.

"I just wanted to tell you I saw you at rehearsal and I thought your performance was stunning. You're extremely beautiful and I want to wish you good luck tonight. "

"Why don't you two go and find a VIP room to scissor in." a snide remark sounded from one of the girls near the shower room.

"Fuck off," Leti spoke to no one in particular, but it was very clear she was directing the comment towards the shower area. She turned her eyes back to Cherry and smiled warmly.

"Thank you, when do you go on? I didn't see you at rehearsal."

"I'm the closing act. Glenn doesn't think anyone wants to hear me sing, but Rori told him he had to put me in the show. So Glenn put me at the end" The nervous look left her face for a split moment as she cast an annoyed look over her shoulder towards Glenn who was finally ushering the men along to the next area.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but if you're good I'm sure they'll bump you up. Maybe you'll take my spot." Cherry beamed up at her.

"You think so?" she squealed. "I don't need to be the main performance I just want to be in the first half of the show, when the audience is the biggest, it's my dream."

Leti smiled at her but didn't respond dropping the cheetah print dress to the floor. Her breasts jiggled from the slight loss of support but still firm and supple and her nipples hardened in the crisp air of the dressing room. Cherry came face to breast with her chest. Further accentuating the height difference. Her face flushed with color, and she covered her eyes and whipped around. A laugh burst from Leti from the sheer terror on that poor girl's face.

"Have you never worked in an establishment like this before?" Leti asked shuffling around in her duffle bag.

"Gods no, I swear I'm not a prude I'm just young and inexperienced. My father would never let me come to anything like this."

"Then why are you here, also I'm covered... mostly. You can turn around." Cherry turned back towards her and moved her hands before immediately covering it again. This time, however, she kept one eye peeking out from between her fingers, gawking at Leti's lush and voluptuous curves.

"My gods, how're you so confident? I wish I had a body like yours." Leti sighed and grabbed her hands removing them from her eyes.

"If you're going to make it in a place like this, you'll need to mask this embarrassment. Or these women will eat you alive."

"Oh, I doubt that," she said nervously. Leti raised her eyebrow yet again. She couldn't help but think how strange this girl was, but also how she immediately felt like a younger sister. She wanted to protect herself from the other predators in this room, but she hated getting close to people. Once she cared about someone she cared hard.

It was quiet for a moment before Cherry cleared her throat.

"My dad died, that's why I'm here. Do you think it's shameful that I'm disrespecting his wishes now that he's dead?"

"No, you're the main character of your story, you live your life how you want to." Leti slipped into her fishnets and pulled them up.

"What're you wearing?" She looked back to Cherry, eyeing her oversized church dress paired with a really cute pair of black platform boots—a tragedy she couldn't bear to witness any longer.

"This." Cherry whispered, " I didn't know what would be appropriate being as I haven't been here before." Her voice stayed in a whisper like she was trying to keep this truth from the other girls in the room.

"Absolutely not." She looked in her bag, there weren't many options, she packed light for her first day but the dress she planned to wear after her performance would pair nicely with Cherry's shoes, she sighed and fished it out.

"Put this on and don't argue." Cherry snatched the dress excitedly but froze with fear when she realized she'd have to change right here too. "Oh, for the love of god, just change."

Cherry moved slowly at first pulling the dress over her head and laying it neatly on her vanity bench which Leti noted was right behind hers. She wore a lacey red bra and panties, and Leti couldn't help but be mildly impressed as this seemed much too risky for a woman too shy to change in front of other women.

"Well, well there is a body underneath there." She teased playfully pulling fish nets up her forearms. Cherry's cheeks matched her name as she fumbled nervously with the black dress. It was so tight at the top, that Cherry's breasts artfully spilled out. From the waist down the dress ruffled out into layers ending right at the middle of her thigh. If Leti put that dress on it would hardly hide the bottom of her ass. She liked how Cherry filled it out. She especially liked the punk-rock vibe it gave with her Platform boots.

"What do you think?" Cherry asked shyly.

"Are you kidding me? You look hot!" She grabbed Cherry's hand and let her over to the body mirror. Cherry gasped at the dress, a genuine look of surprise.

"I don't know if I should wear this." She bit her lip but couldn't look away from her reflection. "Will you do my hair?" Leti smiled and pulled the chair away from her vanity.

"I have absolutely nothing important going on today, why not." She gestured for Cherry to take a seat. Cherry laughed and pranced to the chair.

"I promise I won't be a nuisance all the time, just show me the ropes and I'll return the favor someday; in any way I can."

"Just be a genuine friend, and I couldn't ask for more," Leti said softly. Cherry reached up and squeezed the hand that was squeezing her shoulder. Her eyes met Leti's through the vanity mirror and with a friendly kind of intimacy, she said.

"I can do that." and Leti could feel the unspoken bond of a friendship form.