TESTOSTERONE BOYS;;[closed]

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

The cancerous smoke blew serenly in the air as people bustled about, the usual night life...At least on this side of the city. The menthol was held between two slender fingers, being brought up to luscious lips the color of rose pedals. The gal took a drag before blowing the intoxicating, minty smoke out in rings. Her skin was golden, her stormy blue-green eyes standing out against thick, black mascara. She ran a hand through her honey colored locks as she gave a small, bored yawn, pearly white teeth visible for those few seconds.

Men would stare and occassionally women would too. She was used to it. The eighteen year old was on her break from all the spinning around the pole and having singles shoved down her g-string. Don't worry. She wasn't outside naked. She had morals just like any other person. Instead, she wore her dancing outfit, since she would have to go back inside to meet with Cain for a little bit before she would be able to get her full paycheck tomorrow morning. Her dancing out fit consisted of some tiny onyx booty shorts that were low rise as always, a skin tight spagehtti strap top, and some black pumps. Cain didn't want her flashing her body too much tonight so he made her wear all black, him providing the outfit of course.

There was always a reason for everything and she knew that the only reason he didn't want people drooling all over her tonight was because he wanted to do it himself-in the comfort and privacy of his own office on the third floor of the night club.

So here Mary-Kate stood, leaning against a telephone pole silently smoking her minty cancer stick. How she loved Menthols. All the great effects of cigarettes without the cigarette smell. She scanned the streets as she stood there, making eye contact with pedestrians every now and again. Fucking pervs. She had to deal with them all the time. The only reason she didn't drop kick them was because without them-she would be out of a job...

[Samantha Dugger]

`` TYRESE BAD ASS JACKSON ’ ’

• It's Getting Hot In Here •

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The sweet smell of smoke, wemon and drugs could be smelled the moment he unlatched his door and stepped out into the cold night air. Taking a moment he pushed his head to one side and then to the other to check out the local life before sliding his car door shut. You could find him here on nights like these, you know. Those nights when every drug dealer and buyer in Miami was out on there searches.

The club had just recently been reopened and you could tell by the new crowds that it had hit the black walls and people where wanting to find out just how wild shit could get inside. He adjusted his black over sized shirt and then pulled up his jeans an inch before sliding into the crowd as if not to look out of place.

He was here for a reason, one reason. Sell as much as possible, find out who the hell was running the joint and if they were a huge threat to his business. He was hoping they would be just another black alley club opened up to get shit stirred up but you never knew. He looked over when he caught a wife of sweet smoke from a woman. He paused for a moment and looked her over.

She was hot he would admit it but nothing he hadn't seen before. By what she was waring it was quickly oblivious that she was a club girl and he liked that. He was out of his area since his local hit club was the illusion night club down at the strip. He gave her a slight head nod, a quick look over and made his way around the corner and into the building slowly.[/blockquote]

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate watched him. Hey,. she just did as she was told unless she wanted a pay cut and she could not afford a pay cut. That would be very very bad and an unwise decision on her behalf.

When he gave her the head nod, she simply looked away, not bothering to look in the guy's direction. She knew who he was. Who didn't?

She felt her phone vibrate and she pulled it out from between her plump breasts and she rolled her eyes as she pulled it out, glad she wasn't wearing a bra. It would have gotten really annoying hiding a phone in there if she had been. She flipped it open, looking tranquil as she usually did.

"You should show him a good time..." Just as suspected, Cain was watching. The tall, leggy Brazilian glanced up at the large ceiling to floor pexi glass windows on the third floor and could see him smiling down at her. He wore an expensive suit, as he always did, his blonde hair geled back and that worth-more-than-you-make-in-a-lifetime look and personality to him. Pssht. How attractive.

She closed the phone, her eyes not tearing away from his as she slipped it back where she had pulled it out. Damn it. She hated doing his bidding. It was quite annoying to say the truth. She tore her eyes away from the window, feeling his greedy eyes on her slim frame as she slipped easily into the crowd, following the guy. If she knew she had to follow him she would have been a lot friendlier earlier. Maybe bought him a drink, gave him a little lap dance, then get a bouncer to drag him up to Cain so she could go on her merry way. She had a lot to do tonight...These people wee just postponing her.

"Welcome to Club Negative, senor," Mary-Kate's thick Brazilian accent slipped into her voice that had the undertones of lust and the delicious velvetness to it, "Looking for someone?" She was right behind him, whispering the words sweetly into his ear. Her eyes flashed to the bouncers and they let them in before putting the red rope behind them to signal no more enteries. The club was popular-how could it not be? If it was popular in Newark and New York City, it would definetly be popular here...

[Samantha Dugger]

He felt her hot breath brush against his ear and he felt a shriver run down his back but he didn't let it show. He let one eye brow raise up and into his hat. He wasn't dressed as he normally would be. He had been on his way to a good time at his sister's club when a dip fuck called him and told him the club was open tonight so he should swing by.

He let his guard down slowly as he moved on through the crowd with her still behind him."Never looking for anyone, someone is always looking to be found though." He turned abruptly and took a quick step back before she smacked into him."You follow any closer your be on me." He looked up seeing the man standing in the window and raised his brow slightly, a growl erupting slowly but fading quickly.

He laughed lightly shaking his head. He loved the city, he loved his life and he found it funny that men like these under estimated him because he was only nineteen years old. He was born into this life and he knew how Boss's used there club girls to get what they wanted. He nodded to wards the bar deciding he would play along."How about a drink first?" He winked lightly at her and turned walking through the crowd one more time.

Reaching the bar he reached out and tapped his brass knuckles on the table and then slide them away. They were a good attention grabber and a signal to any bouncer that he was not to be fucked with. This may not be his club but it was on his stretch of alley. He looked over at the woman and let his eyes drift over her body like a wave."Not bad."

TYRESE "BAD ASS" JACKSON

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate quickly caught herself before she ran int him, showing no sign of surprise that he had tuned around-he would have to eventually right?

The answer to her question was a bit expected, she'd have to say that much. He walked in there obviously not looking for anyone, she was just, once again, doing as she was told.

When he looked her over, she locked her eyes onto his. Beneath the seduction, was a slight hint of obvious annoyance at the situation she was in. She obviously didn't like being pushed around and controlled. Actually...She completely despised it.

"Cum in a hot tub," she stated towards the bar tender, her eyes still locked onto the guy before her as he stated his comment towards her. She looked back at the bartender with a sweet smile. He seemed to give in. She was underage but did it really matter? Age was nothing but a number afterall. She acted more like a woman in her twenties than in her late teens.

He handed her the drink and she easily downed it, but in that classy way. She glanced back over at the male,"Not bad yourself," her eyes had silently and conspiciously roamed over his frame. He really wasn't that bad-he was pretty cute, she would give him that. And he didn't have that super tough, macho-ness to him that made most guys look like complete jack asses. She should know-she deals with them all the time. They got annoying after a while.

[Samantha Dugger]

He let out a slight chuckle and looked at the bartender"Jack. Strait and it better be 100% He nodded as the man turned to walk away and he leaned down against the bar top looking her over when she told him he wasn't so bad."Excuse me? Oh. " he nodded to wards the window her boss was watching them out of.

"I meant him. Your one of the better looking girls that bosses have sent to butter my ass up. Well heres a hint right off since i don't like small talk. I melt in your mouth not in your hand."He Smirked looking down and then over to the bartender as he motioned for him to take his drink. He laid the money on the counter for both him and the younger girl and took a drink."No ice dip fuck." He turned leaning over next to the woman. His lips inch's away from her ear and neck.

"Your a beautiful girl with the wrong attitude for the job." He was teasing. He leaned in blowing hot air into her ear to see her reaction. He knew these girls, he knew the tricks and the stupid little hair flips and lap dancing rutions. He would play along though, a free lap dance was always welcomed.

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate's eyes flickered over to the window, her boss turning away momentarily and she smirked as if she just won the lottery. When the man spoke she chuckled, sarcastically,"And I don't like it when a man is cocky," she stated simply, her drink completely done. She pushed the glass away and put a finger on his lips to make sure he wouldn't interrupt her.

"Listen here and listen good," the iciness was in her voice. Obviously she wasn't one to be messed with,"I'm not gonna sit here, flip my hair, and pop my gum just because my boss doesn't want you stirrin' up trouble," she pulled her finger away and smiled sweetly, her eyes flickering away from him for a moment to look back up at the window where her boss had his eyes on them again,"I don't dance unless you got cash. That's how it works. And I don't appreciate the sexual puns," she smiled at him, the iciness now hidden under the seduction.

"Welcome to Club Negative," she chuckled into his ear, biting it lightly before pulling completely away,"Hope you have a nice stay," and as she said it, she could feel Cain's eyes following her and keeping an eye on him. Whatever Cain wanted with him, she wanted no part in it.

[Samantha Dugger]

He let a smile pull his lips until you could see three of his perfectly white teeth, which was surprising for gang guys. He ran his hands down her sides slowly as she spoke into his ear. Feeling her finger pull away from his lips he tilted his drink up and finished it off tossing the top at the bartender who almost dropped it."No ice next time. Ill be back in twenty minutes." He turned watching the younger woman walking away and he smiled.

He looked up at the window his eyes meeting the other mans and he glared at him for a moment. Raising his hand up he gave him a five minute quester and then flipped him the bird before following after the younger woman. She was sexy because she wasn't being as slutty. He knew she knew he was following and he also knew she was expecting him to act like he didn't know it and still be all over her.

Walking past her he reached out slapping her ass."Give me ten minutes and ill dance with you beautiful." Before she could speak back or kill him he hurried off to wards the main gate for the upstairs room. Reaching it he raised his eye brows at the two bouncers and shrugged leaning against the wall where the 'boss' could still see him and would send for him.

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate looked ready to growl but had to hold it in since now she was very sure Cain would be highly pissed at her. Everytime she didn't act like a slut and spoke like she had a brain he would get pissed. She would deal with it too, and the guy that slapped her ass. She was off the clock. She could drop kick him now without getting fired.

But he had gone upstairs. Crap. Her eyes flickered up to the window and Cain had an amused look on his face. Obviously amused he had been given the finger by a ... competitor. He gave a small movement of her head and she snorted, obviously not amused as she easily headed up the stairs, holding that grace of her's that she always had.

She slipped right by the guy, obviously forcing herself not to glare at him for smacking her butt. One bouncer opened the door, letting Mary-Kate in,"Dejale que entra...El jefe lo quiere ver," she was glad she spoke fluent spanish. She glanced over her shoulder at the guy as she entered, the bouncer holding the door open for the other man.

Cain was still standing by the window,a vodka tonic in hand,"I kept an eye on him for you," she stated simply, but she had forced the ice out of her voice even though it was aparent she didn't want to deal with her boss at the moment. Cain turned around, flashing a smile at the man as Mary-Kate slipped on over to the other side of the large room behind the mohagony desk, pulling a lighter out of the drawer and lighting up another menthol while siting on said desk, crossing one smooth leg over the other.

"Ah, Mister Jackson, I presume?" he seemed completely calm. He had the air of business around him, as he always did,"Lovely of you to stop by," he chuckled as he took a gulp of his drink, Mary-Kate watching their guest carefully, though she seemed completely calm now.

[Samantha Dugger]

Tyrese heard the steady clicking of heals and turned in time to see the woman brush past him a look of hatred upon her face. Hearing her speak Spanish he smiled though stayed quite for a moment. Looking at the bouncer he nodded politely"Gracias". He walked into the office and slowly let the door click shut behind him looking the woman over."Calm yourself woman, no need to get your thong in a bunch, ill pay you" He knew most people didn't expect him to know different languages since he was black but he was a gang member it was his job to know it all.

He nodded to wards the man. Eyes still half with the woman."Shes alright. Attitude edgy but I like that. Jack Strait." He nodded to wards the bar and then both of them."Should I help myself?" He said looking at them both a smirk on his face."Jackson JR. But yes, Jackson." He turned looking down over the crowded club. "They are taking aliking to it." He turned looking at the door waiting for an attack since this would be one of the main times for one.

He let his guard down slowly, dressed in his outfit you could tell he wasn't the MAIN dog in his gang and that they had no interest in being suited but he wore one on occasion. A suit in his case drew attention, attention of law and that was something he just didn't need to deal with."I know about your success in new York. My, well a good friend danced for you there." He let his eyes float over to the man. He was well dressed, fake though.

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[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate watched, giving a small movement of her hand so he could help himself to the bar. She wasn't pissed about the money. She just wasn't a fan of cockiness. She never was and never would be. It reminded her of her step father and he wasn't exactly the nicest man alive. She took physical abuse from him for sixteen years of her life and sexual abuse from him for three years. Then he left her mother-right when her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.

An asshole? Very much so.

Since then, she never liked men who thought they were bigger than everyone else. It just didn't sit well in her stomach. Though this new guy, Jackson, didn't seem to be too much of a jackass, she couldn't help but stay on edge-just because Cain was around.

"Yes...She's quite the charmer isn't she?" Cain's eyes went over to Mary-Kate, who blew smoke in his direction, obviously not amused.

"You're paying me extra for staying after the clock," she stated simply towards Cain as she tapped the menthol on the ashtray, already finished with it, and putting it out. Cain seemed to only smirk as he looked over at Jackson again.

"New York was good and all, but I thought it was time for a change of scenary," he chuckled as he finished his vodka tonic,"This place seems a lot more fitting. For once I don't have every male and female drooling over my main dancer."

Again he glanced over at Mary-Kate, who had stood and was stretching her arms up into the air, her neon blue navel peircing visible, along with a peek of her large cherry blossom tattoo on her lower left back before she brought her arms back down while walking towards the bar to fix herself a drink.

"Anyways, how can I help you, Mister Jackson? What brings you here this evening?" The man had power, just not here. He had all his power in New York City and Jersey City, where he had all his investments and all his apartments and clubs and everything else he owned. He was here, though, at least three times a week while the rest of the time he was back in NYC. He had a family, a wife and two kids. But it didnt stop him from having a gal on the side-Mk.

He paid her, so she honestly didn't care if she was ruining his marriage.

[Samantha Dugger]

Tyrese couldn't help but like the woman for her attitude and he would admit that one."Charm?" He laughed slightly following the woman over to the bar."Charm has nothing to do with it, brutal honesty is what i found amazing with her." He looked over at the boss after grabbing his drink."Your just another typical big boy looking for his cut and I'm down with that." He took a long drink and threw the cup across the room watching it shatter.

"Until its taking part of MY cut. This is my stretch. Your in it, for now. Heres the law. You keep your street hustler's off the street and kept in the club and we wont have no issues. I see one fuck up from down here along the strip dealing and your head is gonna look worse than that glass." He turned looking the woman over with a smile."Friends of mine also club out, my sister owns a club. I catch your boys snooting around or trying to rip off the local legs and we are gonna have worse issues. I don't mind if they come for a good time, if they pay their share just like imam pay mine with your girls but you try to get one to break lose and come to you imam take one of your nuts."

He spoke slowly and calmly, strangely calm and collected and meaning his words. He worked hard to get his status here. He wasn't going to let an everyday cocker come in and take shit away. This was the new times, gang were running over police so this dead fucker wasn't anything knew on Tyreses's stretch, he may have had power but it sure as hell wasn't in Miami.

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Cain didn't seem phased by the glass shattering. He kept a business atospher around him as Mary-Kate watched, already finishing a few shots of apple vodka. She hadn't done anything, to be honest. She just watched.

"I assure you noone will be...wandering onto your strip Mister Jackson." he stated as he made a nod towards the door,the club bouncer opening the door for him to leave.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to settle with other clients," Cain turned away from him, heading over to his desk while Mary-Kate walked around it.

"In the morning," she told him simply,"Or it's no for tomorrow night," she ran her fingers through her hair as she locked her eyes onto his. Cain nodded at her, like a silent exchange. The two had a strange relationship-if it was even a relationship. Though anyone looking in would think Mk was his bitch, anyone on the inside would see how Cain was losing his control on Mk-and running her patience thin.

She turned her back to him, glancing over at Jackson, the iciness seemingly gone for the time being since she was glad Cain didn't just win him over. She hated it when people fell for Cain because of everything he owned that simply showed off his money. Sort of stupid in her opinion-and conceited.

Mary-Kate slipped on out the door again,"Hasta manana, Paco," she grinned at the bouncer.

"Hasta Manana, Senorita Lovettes,"

[/b] the club bouncers voice was deep and he waited patiently to leave before closing the door. Mary-Kate continued downstairs, slipping easily back into the crowd but standing out because she was a bit taller than the average female and because she was the only one clad in all black. Ugh. She had some guy she had to go to tonight but she had three hours to kill before having to go for that appointment.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[Samantha Dugger]

Tyrese pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and tossed them onto the mans desk and laughed as they slide across it leaving scratches."I would have been you some brass balls but i need to keep mine, I can get another pair of knuckles though. " He raised his brows to the man and reached over grabbing the bottle of jack before leaving the room quickly. Handing the bottle the the bouncer"You look like you could use a stiff drink, knock yourself out."

He paused beside the larger man for a moment and watched the younger woman struck her stuff though the club. He looked at the bouncer and nodded politely before heading off down through the millions of wemon and men in the club for their own reasons. Many came to get money, to get laid, to get a life in general. Other's were undercover police officers either trying to die, get dirty or make a huge bust that might end in them dieing or getting rich.

Tyrese didn't plan on coming here but he had and now he had a target, though he hated calling wemon prey. He felt like he was claiming them or ordering them when you called them such things though he knew he wasn't. This girl was wild and as well as her boss had her under warps he already knew she was about to snap lose on the man who was sexually frustrated at home enough to pay such a beautiful woman to spread her legs. Tyrese wasn't saying he wouldn't do so, she was sectionally qualified for his bed but why pay for a hot girl when he could get one for free?

[Mary-Kate Lovettes]

let's get these teen hearts
beating faster, faster

Mary-Kate smiled at the bouncer at the door as he let her leave and she pulled out another menthol, lighting it up and taking a drag as the cool night air hit her skin. Lovely-but she wished she had her coat. Not because she was cold-because she wasn't-but because the hungry stares from the males, and occassionally females, from the line always seemed to get under her skin. One would think she would get used to it, but she didn't. It was just another reminder of her step father. She had promised herself, when she was still in highschool, she would get a better life than him, get a better job, everything better than him and rub it in his face. That even though he put her through hell-she would still come out on top.

Call it pride-or anything else. Whatever it was, Mk had a lot of it. She stood on the edge of the sidewalk,waiting for the cars to pass by so she could cross to get to the bus stop. Ick. She should really get rid of that cellphone. Cain had gotten it for her, and she knew damn well there was a tracking chip in it. Why else would he get her a phone? She took the phone out from between her breasts and tossed it down the gutter. No way would she have him watching her like a hawk. She was his employee not his daughter or wife.

She glanced over her thin shoulder to make sure noone was following her before she started across the street, weaving through the cars with that grace of her's, thankful it was a red light. She got to the payphone next to the bus stop, popped in some change, and dialed the number for the pharmacy.

"Uh, yeah, Hi," her voice took an an innocence she usually didn't like to use, but in this case it was necessary,"Yeah...will they be ready by tmorrow morning? I can pick it up then," she seemed to listen to the person babble away on the other end,"Thanks. Two sounds fine. I'll get it then...Yeah. I can make it. No trouble at all. Right. Bye," and then she hung up once the other person said bye. Ugh. Now her day tomorrow was a bit off schedule. Meh. She'd deal. Her mother needed the medication-and if her mother needed something, Mk obeyed her every whim. She was the only person Mk let control her.