Randall H. and The Infamous Jack Bright
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Gun to his head, Dr. Jack Bright's favorite place in Undervegas has to be the Dollhouse Cabaret, and it has the two best pairs of cheeks in the city to thank for it. It's a quick decision, but not a light one; working for the Foundation gave him more than enough money to sample the gals and guys of Undervegas. The casinos are fine, the restaurants killer, he always attends a show or two whenever he's in town, and even the various clubs, cryptobrothels, and dungeons have their appeal — but nothing beats a private dance from Henna Duval and Jezzie Black.

It's a testament to the two's chemistry that after a dozen or so dances, the little beats are just as hot as the first time. Bright gets pushed back against his seat, Henna bites Jezzie's neck, Jezzie brushes her nails over Henna's bush, one gives Bright a lapdance while getting one from the other — fucking perfect, no notes. The only thing that could make it hotter is if his pendant came undone, slipped out of his shirt, and turned one or both of them. But no, that'd be a waste of two perfectly fine strippers.

They're at about the end of the dance, and Bright's considering ordering what management calls a "house call". He's never been with a vampire and a devil, not at the same time, and he's beginning to wonder if their wild energy translates into the bedroom. It'd cost him a lot of money, certainly.

Fuck it. Site Directors deserve a little fun every now and then.

"Well, ladies, you've been very good to me." Bright gives Jezzie, still grinding him, a good squeeze. "What do you say we keep the night going good?"

Henna, already sat to his side, responds with that coy chuckle that never fails to drive him wild. "Monsieur, you are insatiable."

"Maybe I am." He puts an arm around her shoulder and leans in. "Or maybe I'm interested in, uh," he licks his lips. "A different kind of service."

Henna looked like she had been about to say something, but the prospect of a house call seems to stop her train of thought. It's several seconds or so before she comes back with a smile, that dumb and empty grin that Bright can't help but love.

"are putting on a performance of Estrella Distante"

"Some… two-bit director. 'Elias Shaw' or, or somethin'."

"Fuck, they has no reason to complain.





I told myself I was gonna give y'all a break, I really did.

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