#fenixtj

"Welcome to the bonnie Green Pagoda. I'm Fiona McBride.. if you're looking for a pearl of the Orient, we have many o those such as my be lovely friend.. Tanaka"

The African American woman with dreads and a female samuri outfit waves "Say-o-nora"

Really, there's something to offend EVERYONE here

Yet men (and some women) keep spending money

Jessica takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly. "I'm here to see... um....." she founders a minute. "The Boss. Nick."

"Ah, the Chieftain himself" Fiona beams. She probably means it to sound Scottish, and she's heard worse accent attempts but 'Fiona' using the term 'Chieftain' to describe her pimp is...

honestly it's like the litle bug WANTS to be crushed

"This way if ye please" she flounces ahead expecting Jessica to follow

Jessica moves past the African American She-murai... past a latina in ledderhosen... Okay, the blonde in the Nattive American head dress has got to go, if the Nunehi see that...!

And then suddenly jessica's in an office necropsis is going over some files

Another deep, steadying breath.

"Hello, Necropsis."

Fiona says "Chieftain , tthis lass seeks ye out. Perhaps she'll be wantinng a job"

Nec looks Jessica over, "Huh, she might be aright for those with a sickness for the thiccness.. you go on Fionna. I got a call from a Johnn who ggonna pay extra if you promise to make sheep sounds. He'll be here in an hour"

"Baaa!" Fiona says and bounces out

Closing the door so i's just Jessica and Nnec alone "Yo bluetooh, what up?"

Jess takes a moment to scrub her face with her hands, and then asks if Nec has contacts in the local cocaine trade he could get information from.

A blink at her, " A white girl in blue shows up asking a black man if he has some crack? I seen this trick in Oakland... where the cops at?"

"It isn't entrapment, Necropsis. I would like information."

"Father V annd I don't agree on nothing.. except of course, we boh think it's better to fuck a woman when she actually sober enough to fuck back" He says. Meaning his girls are clean, but he scowls "But I get offers, who doesn't? Why you need it?"

"I need information about cocaine dealers, not cocaine itself. I have had a warning Ithink should be heeded."

"You asking me to rat on some assholes with guns..." A mmmphh "What in it for me?"

"Depends on how good, and how useful, the information is."

"I can get you a list of 13 of the mainn deallers around here like tha" he snaps fingers.

"In exchange.. you get your share of my profits reduced by half from now on" he says wiht a smile

Which is outrageous. the money maybe 'dirty' but it's done a lot to help a lot of people at Fenix

She shakes her head. "That dog won't hunt. Not for just a list, and not for half the money."

"Can't blame a brother for trying" A smug kind of shrug "Half for a year?"

Seeinng her silennce he sighs "Half for the next three months?"

As he asks, he is writing down names on a notepad

"Half for a month if Diego tells me we can afford it and I need names, points of contacts, and details on the individuals."

"Half a month if Diego say you can swing it? HOw many people at this table anyway?" A frown "How about that, plus you tell Father V and the BOG squad ot stop matchmaking my girls for awhile? I no sooner get a hooker up past level 3 streetwalker and then BOOM... 'Pedro here is a good man' "a snort "Fuck Pedro... sure, but he gota pay"

Jessica considers is a moment, but shakes her head. "I don't want to interfere with the Father's work. Or yours. Maybe you can speak with him directly about it, I would not stop you. Just make sure it stays -talk- until you come to an agreement." She thinks "I... could agree to an... expansion of your efforts in the County." reluctant but ... open to negotiation.

"How big an expansion?" His eyes light up

"What would you have in mind?"

"Higher class bitches is good."

"And more likely to draw attention that we don't want, being we are few in numbers, vulnerable to Banality, and subject to the Right of Ignorance."

"We got power to make Chevy Chase look like Taylor Swift... and rich folks don't want thier laundry washed out side either."

"If you expand, I would rather it be to help others. In some way. Eventually."

"See, this is what make me crazy...you want everyone on the Mr. Rogers main-line, but folks don't agree on that being the meal they want on their plate, and even when they want the same meal you having, you disaree so much on the cooking it get no where... sides, the fact my hos AIN'T on Crack... ain't sporting bruises the size of your mama's ass.... ain't miscarrying every few monnths in the street... how the hey am I not already ahead of this?" He looks a bit.. offended

"Necropsis..... to an extent you're right. I don't -like- how you do what you do, but... it could be a lot worse, and I know it. You -have- done good here, and I do value that if if the -how- isn't to my preference." She takes a breath "So what if you expanded in areas where your... line of business isn't up to your standards? What areas would that be?"

Necrospsis raises a brow "Which one of us he pooka again? I saying I want up, and you saying spread out but stay down? The fuck? I'm talking higghrise, you wanting to kick some slumlord's ass?"

Jess rubs her forehead. "People with money can afford to get help when they need it; for addiction, for legal matters, domestic violence and abuse."

"There's an old african saying, quality not quantity" He stabs a finger to the desk "And you ain't thinking. You want a change in this town? Then you want VERY Rich assholes riding very expensive pussy. Word in the ear. Secres for the black mail" he pulls the note pad back "Look. I walk up to your skag of an Aunt Hearth and say "hey bitch... give me your quac recipe" and she goes "Sure.. but I want a bottle of wine" and i look at her and go "it's a deal" then I hand her BEER... cause i know a guy what sells beer and that works for me. She gonna bust my ass or she gonna go 'thank you sir, this exactly what we aggreed on?"

"You wouldn't get further than the word 'bitch'." Jessica says with a noticeable chill in her voice.

He throws his hands up "You and the point made for a five hour fuck athon, and both showed up at a different hotel room"

Jessica shifts, flexing her shoulders to relax them.

Nec pops his neck a bit

"But, you don't mean seducing upper class women into your business. You mean getting into a... more ... expensive, um.... escort service." Years in Tijuana did teach her a new vocabulary other than just Spanish.