From within a rather expensive apartment complex, the sound of a man's voice shouting in anger could be heard from outside the building. A string of profanity and some loud banging sounds catching the attention of a woman who pulls into the parking lot, looking up at the building before hearing a loud bang. Picking up her bag of groceries and shaking her head, knowing what apartment the noise likely came from.
Inside one of the apartments a cell phone breaks against the wall, it's pieces landing on the floor as a man walks away. Grabbing his car keys and walking out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. Cursing to himself while making his way down the walkway to the parking lot in front of his apartment complex. Wearing a brown leather jacket and jeans he walks to his car, a woman nearby waves at him but he ignores her. The woman asks "hey Wes, how are you and Amanda doing?"
Wes doesn't answer at first, so angry he has a little trouble getting the car to unlock before shouting across the parking lot. "Like you don't fucking know, dumb bitch!"
A look of anger and confusion could be seen on her face while he gets into the car and slams the door, quickly starting the car to rev the engine. Rolling the window down a little to toss out his engagement ring he had just recently purchased, hearing it hit the ground before burning rubber as he drives off the lot. The street lights offering a warmth to the night as he drives through the city, sticking mostly to the outskirts and noticing a strange shop.
His lights revealing the dark and obviously closed building with the name 'Lilith's Erotic Emporium' on it. A slight smile coming across his lips for a moment, recognizing the name and just wondering what a store with that name could offer. Disappointed that it was closed he decides to keep driving, along the way making sure he had thrown out all of Amanda's belongings from the car. Gripping the wheel roughly as he continues to drive, even pulling out a pack of cigarettes he had hidden from his former girlfriend. Deciding things are different now as he lights one, savoring the sweet flavored menthol smoke before something catches his eye.
A neon sign on a building he knew was once a rather run down strip club, now it seemed to be doing much better. The often vacant parking lot had several expensive vehicles there, there was even a line at the entrance of people waiting to go inside. The new name was what really caught his attention as he slows down to get a better look, "Safari" he says to himself while reading the sign. The name alone conjuring images of beautiful naked women in a steamy jungle setting, feeling it enough reason he turns to drive up to the club.
Finding a place to park and shutting off the car, suddenly hearing Amanda's voice in his head "what the fuck are you doing, a strip club Wes... seriously?
"Seriously, we're going steady for months then you dump me with a text message."
Shaking his head a little, realizing he was arguing with himself before getting out of the car. The cool night air helping to clear his mind of the woman he thought he could spend the rest of his life with. Walking across the parking lot as he approaches the club, seeing all the people in line waiting to enter. At that moment he gets a good look at one of the guards standing near the entrance, seeing a strange look in their eyes that made him uncomfortable.
The guard stood there wearing a black shirt and black jeans, boots and finger-less gloves. Obviously male as the guard's shirt was stretched tight over toned muscles, the boots and gloves were different. The boots themselves had the ends modified to show what looked like talons slicing through them, even one sticking out of the back above the heel. The finger-less gloves being worn to allow similar looking claws to be free as the guard reaches over to push someone back.
For a moment he almost reconsiders before stepping forward, bypassing the line and taking out a couple hundred dollars. Wes had money, that was never a problem but women seemed to just want to use his bank account and take no interest in him or his needs. At first the guard turns toward him, a beastly growl slips past his lips as he shows a hint of fang before grabbing the money from Wes' hand. Offering a slight nod as the other guard opens the doors for him, allowing him inside to the disapproval of the people waiting in line.
With a slight smile, he looks to the guard opening the doors. Noticing the firm breasts and tied back hair of this rather powerful looking woman as he walks past, for a moment wondering why she wasn't working inside with a body like that. It was as if she could hear his thoughts as she turns to look at him, her eyes showing a shade of gold in them as she actually snarls like an animal. Her facial features briefly shifting to a more wolfish appearance before changing back, pushing Wes through the double doors before slamming them shut.
"..Bitch"
"She is, actually... welcome to Safari. I'm Kaja, please... follow me"
He walks forward into the dark after hearing that voice, the air seemed moist and almost like that of a deense forest or jungle. Following the sound of a distant beat thumping loudly as he feels something brushing against him, what felt like plants or vines hanging from the ceiling. Pushing them apart as he enters the main room of the club, from outside it didn't look as big as it appeared to be. Inside the building was a living and breathing jungle, with what seemed to be real trees growing there.
His eyes wandering across the room to see the numerous tables and chairs, as well as a few stripper poles and even what looked like cages with strippers inside them. A clawed hand reaches up to touch his shoulder, turning him around to reveal a beautiful redhead wearing only a few rags of clothing. Seeing the full tribal outfit, complete with claw necklace as he nods slightly.
His mind racing with what he had just witnessed outside but before he could ask anything, she turns to lead him into the club. Making her way through the main hall and walking between the numerous tables, even pointing out the bar to him. Inwardly cursing himself for never having the courage to come to this place until now. The descriptions given to him by others who had visited the club some time back were very different than the one he was standing in the middle of.
"This is our main room, we have a full bar with shit beyond top shelf... go easy on it. The main stage of course, live shows every night and special performances on occasion."
"I knew someone who went here once, they didn't say it was anything like this."
"Nor would they, the existing club experienced a change in ownership. We run things a little differently, and people seem ok with it"
"And who is "we" I never heard about anyone buying the place?"
