If steamy romance is for you, then this is your story; full of ladies with luxurious figures and a fighting spirit.
The lady walked onto the floor like a cat on the prowl, eyeing the crowd. She was no youngster these days, but her voice and sexual presence more than made up for lack of youthful vigor. Cat knew she held the stage; the men wanted her, and the women wanted to be her. Her patrons loved Cat, and those who crossed she feared her. She is the Black Cat.
At the top of the Merrick building in Medville, there is a small club known as Room 666. Inside this secluded area, is a jazz lounge that is frequented by the most exclusive guests, if you get an invite you have become a respected member of a high-class elite group whose powers are only limited by your desires. The main thing about this room is money can't get you in, but once in you have unlimited potential. Equally, as sexual and deadly is Cat's sister Darryl, Cat may be the lady whose face draws the crowds, but Darryl is the powerhouse behind their success - she is the brains. Nobody knows where they came from, or when. All the patrons know not to cross Cat or her sister, they may be ladies, but these ladies have claws, and they will use them if necessary. Powerful men have tried to take over their domain - to their regret - for they lie under the ground.
The lady strutted onto the ballroom floor, and all eyes watched as she rolled her hips to the last sounds of the jazz quartet. The woman glanced around the crowd, waiting for anyone who might cause trouble tonight, but the room was quiet News gets around fast, she thought as she walked on stage. The "news" she was thinking about was the opening of her new club The Black Cat. The lady and her sister had recently taken control of the club Archie's, in a peaceful transaction. Archie Dempster, the previous owner, realized having two sexy ladies running the club was better than one ex-horn player on his uppers. Before the takeover, the club barely cleared its costs, now after only a month in the new ownership Cat was playing to full houses each week.
While Cat did her thing on stage, Darryl was in the heart of the business - Room 666 - where the ladies entertained their exclusive clientele. Many powerful and wealthy men had tried to buy their way in, but the women maintained a strict code - guests only - this usually included musicians more than politicians.
Darryl was a great singer in her right. While Cat exuded sexuality like bees makes honey, Darryl's style was more like the gentle tones of a lounge singer, but her stage presence was as sexual as her younger sister's. Archie sat at the back viewing the audience with his friend Jack Moore, "Cor, ain't she something to look at, Archie," Jack swooned, "I'm sure Cat gets better looking with age." Archie smiled, and then replied, "I have to agree with you, Jack. Both Cat and her sister get sexier with age. Who needs young girls on their arms when we have a full-bodied mature lady? The sister's age like a good wine."
The crowd buzzed with excitement as Cat began her act, she moved in a series of circling motions, deliberately gyrating her slender hips and long legs, like a panther slithering across a tree branch. She knew that the crowd was in her palm, men wanted her and women wanted to be her - perhaps some of the women wanted her, she didn't mind.
As the friends watched the act, Jack passed the comment, "Do you remember when they Archie thought for a while; a lot had happened in a short time since those early days. The sisters had been at Archie's for several months before they decided to make their claim to fame. "I think I remember the night. I recall the business was going downhill like a train with no brakes. I was one month from closing when they turned up and turned things around in a matter of weeks. I was glad when they took place over last month, and they worked hard bringing the customers in, this is their reward," he said, as he glanced at the full room. The light dimmed as Cat went into her sexiest number, she growled and purred like a lovesick animal, and enjoyed watching the crowd lick their lips as she slid across the stage. She felt safe here, but it hadn't always been that way. When they arrived at Archie's, the joint was a dive populated by low life gangsters, who thought a lady was fair game for anything. That was until one went too far with Cat one night.
He thought to slip a few dollars into her suit gave him Carte Blanche. He was wrong, and he found out the hard way when Cat drew a knife from under her shirt and nailed his hand to the table. His blood oozed down and pooled on the floor below the table, as she struggled to free the hand. Some of his friends at the table grabbed their guns, but they were too late. Before they could react, Darryl launched her counter-action, with a vengeance she stormed from the back of the room and grabbing a shotgun, she fired twice at the table. The first shot hit one man in the knee and blew his leg apart, revealing the shattered remnants of the bones. The second blast hit the third man sitting on the table and took his shoulder apart. By the time the police arrived, everything was in order, and the men had been taken outside and put in a truck - where they went was known only to the girls and the driver.