“Aah, Devi-darlin, there is someone that I would like you to meet.” I said as a greeting to my lover and boss. I looked exceptionally well tonight. I am 5’ 7”, 150 lbs., had an hour-glass figure. I had long flowing black hair and skin the color of melted milk chocolate. I had squeezed myself into an expensive tight black business skirt with a slit up the left side up to my thigh, a low cut royal blue blouse that accentuated my C-cup cleavage, a long black suit jacket that came to just above my knee and a pair of soft calf-leather boots that came to the top of my calves. Now normally I don’t dress this provocatively, but this was a special situation.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Angelica Marie Popper, but everybody calls me Angel. I work for Devilin Ripper. Well, work is a loose term, as I don’t get paid. You see him and I had been lovers for the past 15 years. We had and understanding that, we were neither together yet we were together. Also we understood that he owned and operated the business, I helped him run the whole operation and keep the legitimate side prosperous and thriving.
Now when I say the legitimate side, let me explain: Devilin owns a club. It’s a two-story club with a basement level. You see the main floor was for the teenagers. We had music, games (both video and arcade), and of course drinks (virgin-so don’t worry) for all patrons 16 and over. The upper floor was for our older patrons. We had a dance floor, DJ and drinks (these were non-virgin). We carded at the entrance to every level to make sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be. We made good money from these two floors. It was enough to keep us in the black and be lower-rich.
Now I said that there was a basement level. That was our VIP area. In order to get into this area, you had to pay big bucks. This area looked like any other VIP lounge of most clubs. Rich leather sofas around maple-wood tables. A private bar that would serve any drink that you asked for. Mirrors on one side of the wall for the girls and the guys to check out how they looked. Even the staff looked like our staff from the other floor. Designer jeans and low-cut button down tops showing off the cleavage and belly buttons for the waitresses. Loose-fitting dress pants and nice tailored shirts for the bartenders and waiters. We weren’t discriminatory in our hiring.
However, that is where looks were deceiving. The waiters and waitresses were prostitutes. The bartenders were schedulers of the girls. Some of the patrons at the table were actually escorts that worked for us. In order to work in the VIP area, you had to audition. Also, you had to have a good reason why you needed to work in that area. Most of the girls that did had kids that they were taking care of. Some of the guys too. We were very family-oriented in our hiring. In this lounge we discriminated deeply. After all, if we went down, then we all went down. We were a family with Devilin and I serving as caring parents.
Devilin turned around and licked his lips as he perused me up and down. I saw a flame of lust in his eye flare up before he tamped it down and was all business.
“Aah, the lovely Angel, I see our wings have been put away. What evil things are making your tail twitch today?” he said using one of our inner-joke greetings.
The reason it was an inner-joke was because no knew that our souls were twins. Our physical bodies were different, but we were brother and sister in our souls.