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𝑆𝑁𝑂𝑊𝐼𝑁’ SATURDAYS — ACT 1.

The Cheetah Lounge — August 3, 2024.

Taina Simmons, professionally known as Wynterr, arrived at The Cheetah just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over Atlanta. The club was quiet, the calm before the storm of Snowin’ Saturdays. She walked through the empty space, her heels clicking on the polished floor as she greeted everyone already in the building preparing for the night ahead of them. After her rounds around the club were done on the business side of things, Taina made her way to the dressing room.

She hung up her belongings and headed straight to the stage for a final practice run-through. A short conversation with the resident DJ was had to discuss the music for the night before she settled center stage. The cold steel of the pole felt familiar in her grip as she began her routine. The club’s lighting technician adjusted the spotlights, ensuring every spin, flip, and shake would be perfectly illuminated. Wynterr moved through her pole tricks with precision and grace, the stage lights would be perfect to catch the sparkle of her gems and the shimmer of her icy blonde wig she was set to wear. Satisfied with her practice, she headed back to the dressing room.

After a quick but refreshing shower, Wynterr began to get ready for the night ahead. She started with her makeup, applying a flawless base and meticulously placing the shimmering gems around her eyes. Her look was completed with a long, icy blonde wig, styled to cascade down her back bone-straight.

Her first outfit was a white glittering two-piece, delicate and revealing, that hugged her curves in all the right places. She slipped into the outfit, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. Next, she tied up on her tall white pleaser heels, the platforms adding extra height and allure to her already striking figure. With one final glance in the mirror, she was ready.

As midnight approached, the club filled with big spenders, their excitement evident. The DJ's voice boomed through the speakers, "Aight y'all, y'all know what time it is! Get ready for the coldest in the game, the one and only Wynterr!“

The beat of Shake by YG, Kaliii, and Stunna Girl dropped hard, and the crowd's anticipation reached its peak. Wynterr strutted onto the stage, her tall white pleaser heels gleaming under the spotlight. The white two-piece she wore, accentuating every move she made. Her long icy blonde wig cascaded down her back, the gems around her eyes sparkling as she moved.

She gripped the pole with confidence, spinning around it effortlessly before launching into a series of gravity-defying tricks. Her body twisted and turned, showcasing her strength and flexibility. The crowd roared as she performed an aerial invert, holding herself upside down with one leg hooked around the pole, her other leg extended in a perfect split.

As the song reached its chorus, Wynterr dropped quickly to the floor, shaking her ass with precision and rhythm. The audience couldn’t take their eyes off her, captivated by her flawless routine. She transitioned seamlessly between pole tricks and floor work, her movements synchronized with the fast-paced beat. The DJ hyped up the crowd, “Y’all see her! That’s right, make it rain for Wynterr!”

Dollar bills fluttered through the air, landing in heaps at her feet. She ended her first set with a nearly perfect arch, arms outstretched in the money beneath her, holding intense eye-contact with the audience as she basked in the applause and cheers that echoed through the club.

Wynterr retreated backstage, her heart still pounding with adrenaline. The dressing room was a flurry of activity as she prepared for her second performance. She slipped out of her white set and into her next outfit—a stunning icy blue two-piece set. The fabric was adorned with sequins and crystals, catching the light with every movement. The top accentuated her bust, while the high-cut bottoms highlighted her long legs. She swapped her white pleasers for clear ones, the see-through heels adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her look.

Her blonde wig was restyled into loose curls, giving her a softer, more romantic appearance. She touched up her makeup, adding a shimmer to her eyelids and a gloss to her lips. As the clock reached 2AM, ready once more, she took a deep breath and stepped back into the spotlight.

The energy in The Cheetah was still buzzing from Wynterr’s first performance. As the patrons eagerly awaited her return, the DJ's voice cut through the noise, stirring the crowd into a frenzy once more. "Ayy, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet! We 'bout to do it all over again! Get ready for round two with the ice queen herself, Wynterr! Let’s get it, let’s get it!"

The sultry beat of “Alright” by Victoria Monet filled the air, a stark contrast to her earlier performance. Wynterr emerged once more, this time draped in an all-white fur coat held against her frame. Wit each step she took, the fabric slid off of her body to reveal the icy blue two-piece set that shimmered under the club's blue and red lights. The clear pleasers added to her ethereal appearance, making her look like a vision from a winter wonderland. Her blonde hair, now styled in loose curls, framing her face beautifully.

She moved to the pole with a newfound grace, her performance slower, more deliberate. Wynterr showcased her flexibility, bending and stretching in ways that seemed almost impossible. She executed a perfect Jade split, hanging upside down with her legs in a full split, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience.

The blue and red lights cast an enchanting glow on her, highlighting every curve and muscle. She transitioned into a series of floor moves, her body rolling and undulating sensually against the stage. The crowd was mesmerized, their eyes glued to her every move.

As the song reached its climax, Wynterr pulled herself back up onto the pole, spinning gracefully before sliding down into a final, dramatic pose. The floor was covered in money, testament to her magnetic performance and the adoration of the crowd. The DJ’s voice cut through the applause, “That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Show some love for Wynterr, y’all!“

A beaming smile on Wynterr’s face as she slowly stood to her feet with an arm full of money. Bending down to grab her coat and toss it over shoulder with her free arm as she made her way off the stage, winking and blowing kisses to all of the whistles and praise thrown her way.

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𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑦 tuesday — act i.

club alchemy was alive with a serene energy, the air thick and clouded by smoke and the scent of booze. the sensory mood lighting cast a dreamlike glow inside the building, creating an atmosphere that was both enchanting and electrifying. it was just before ten, and the crowd had packed in, their eyes fixed on the stage and eagerly awaiting the star of tuesday nights—cherry.

as the clock struck ten, the dj’s voice boomed over the speakers, announcing cherry's entrance. the reverberant tempo of young nudy's 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠 & 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 began to pulse through the club, a compelling beat that seemed to sync with the collective heartbeat of the audience. the spotlight snapped on, illuminating the stage in a beam of pure white light, contrasting with the red and blue hues that bathed the rest of the room.

cherry stepped into the light, a vision of allure and confidence. she wore a black bra and panty set that highlighted every curve, her bronze skin glistening under the lights. blonde curls cascaded down her back, framing her face and drawing attention to her siren eyes. she moved with a slow, deliberate precision, each step calculated to captivate the patrons.

the music wrapped around her like a second skin, guiding her movements as she approached the pole at the center of the stage. she reached out, her fingers grazing the cool metal before she wrapped her leg around it, pulling herself up with effortless strength. the crowd watched in awe, the noise of their excitement drowned out by the powerful music.

cherry began her performance with a series of spins and climbs, her body a perfect blend of power and sensuality. she moved with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural, her muscles flexing and rippling as she executed intricate maneuvers. her focus was on the pole, her movements precise and controlled, each one designed to showcase her skill and grace.

as the beat of 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠 & 𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 intensified, cherry transitioned into a sequence of floor moves. she lowered herself to the stage, her body undulating in time with the music. her ass became the focal point as she executed a series of mesmerizing motions, her hips swaying and rolling with hypnotic precision. the money began to rain down, bills fluttering like leaves in the wind, a testament to the crowd’s appreciation.

cherry was in her element, her movements a perfect harmony of strength and seduction. she spun around the pole one last time, her body arching engagingly. the lights dimmed, and cherry disappeared from the stage, the audience still buzzing with the energy of her performance. she slipped into the dressing room, taking a few moments to catch her breath and change for her next set. the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins as she pulled on a black lace bodysuit, the delicate fabric hugging her body and adding an extra layer of allure to her appearance.

midnight approached, and the anticipation in the club built once more. the dj cued up beyoncé’s 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, the sultry melody filling the room and setting the stage for cherry’s return. the spotlight flickered on, and cherry stepped into view, her new outfit drawing appreciative murmurs from the crowd.

she moved with the same confident grace as before, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music. she approached the pole, her fingers trailing over the appliance before she adjusted her leg to it and climbed. the audience watched in rapt attention as she began her second performance, her movements even more intricate and mesmerizing than before.

cherry's focus was unwavering as she incorporated more complex maneuvers this time, her agility on full display as she twisted and turned around the pole. the lights highlighted her every motion, casting her in an ethereal glow which added to the enchantment of the performance.

the music built to its climax, she climbed higher than before, her body arching and spinning with a fluidity that seemed almost impossible. the audience watched in silent awe as she executed a flawless spin, her hair fanning out around her like a golden halo.

as the final notes of 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 echoed through the club, cherry struck a dramatic pose, her body glowing under the spotlight. money littered the stage, and cherry took a moment to bask in the adulation, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. as she left the stage, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.

as the night drew to a close, cherry prepared to leave club alchemy, her mind already buzzing with ideas for her next performance. she knew that each show was an opportunity to push herself further, to create something even more magical and mesmerizing. and as long as she was on that stage, she knew that she could enchant and excite the crowd, leaving them speechless and yearning for more.

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002. EVERY VOTE COUNTS.

⸻ September 1st, 2023.

The low hum of jazz music filled the opulent interior of Club Alchemy, its dim lighting casting an air of mystique over the patrons lounging in plush velvet seats. Mariah surveyed the scene from her private balcony, her sharp eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. The club had become a resounding success, attracting Atlanta’s elite with its promise of luxury and discretion. Yet beneath its glitzy facade, the club remained a front for a much darker enterprise.

Two years earlier, Mariah and her loyal confidante, Taina, had narrowly evaded a federal raid that threatened to dismantle their weapons trading ring. The close call had been a stark reminder of the fragility of their empire. Determined to secure a more legitimate veneer, Mariah had transformed a derelict mansion in Buckhead into Club Alchemy, a sanctuary where deals were brokered and alliances forged under the cover of night.

Despite the club’s success, Mariah was always looking for new avenues to expand their operations. She found one in the form of exclusive casino nights, an enticing addition that promised high stakes and higher profits. However, running a casino in Georgia was illegal, and whispers of their activities had reached the ears of the state legislature.

“Mariah,” Taina’s voice cut through her reverie. She turned to see her right-hand woman approaching, her expression a blend of determination and caution. Taina was the strategist, the one who handled the delicate intricacies of their business. “We have a problem,” she continued, her voice low. “The state representatives are deadlocked on the casino bill. We need one more vote, and Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene holds the deciding one.”

Mariah arched an eyebrow, her mind already whirring with possibilities. “And she’s not inclined to support us, I presume?”

Taina nodded. “Not without some persuasion. But I have a plan.”

Two days later, Taina found herself standing outside a nondescript townhouse in a quiet Atlanta neighborhood. She adjusted her coat, the weight of the small, concealed recorder in her pocket a comforting reminder of her mission. She rang the doorbell, her mind replaying the research she had painstakingly compiled on Rep. Greene’s hidden indiscretions.

“Taina Simmons,” Rep. Greene greeted her with a wary smile. “What brings you here?”

“Business,” Taina replied smoothly, stepping inside. The cozy interior belied the tension between them. “I believe we have a mutual interest in the casino bill.”

Rep. Greene’s eyes narrowed. “And why would I support something so blatantly illegal?”

Taina smiled, the predatory glint in her eyes matching that of a tiger closing in on its prey. “Because, Marjorie, I know about your offshore accounts and your ties to several less-than-reputable figures. Imagine if that information were to become public.”

Rep. Greene paled, the bravado slipping from her features. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” Taina whispered, leaning in closer. “Or you could vote in favor of the bill and save us both the trouble.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, broken only by the ticking of a nearby clock. Finally, Rep. Greene sighed, the fight draining from her eyes. “Fine. You have your vote.”

As Taina left the townhouse, she felt a rush of triumph. The casino nights would continue, and Club Alchemy would thrive. Yet she knew this victory was merely a temporary reprieve. In their world, threats loomed large and trust was a rare commodity.

Back at the club, Mariah awaited Taina’s return, her sharp mind already planning their next move. The game was dangerous, the stakes higher than ever, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. In the shadows of Atlanta, power was a delicate dance, and she and Taina were determined to lead the waltz.

As the night wore on, the sounds of revelry from Club Alchemy mingled with the quiet hum of the city outside. Inside the opulent walls, deals were made, secrets were traded, and the dance of power continued, ever shifting, ever precarious, in the heart of Buckhead.

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001: CLOSE CALL

⸻ August 30, 2021.

“Finally, we’re home,” Mariah said as she stepped off her private jet at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport stationed in Atlanta, Georgia. The cool night air nipping against felt like a much-needed change of pace after the week she spent in Los Angeles’ unrelenting heat. Her time filming performances for an edition of VEVO DSCVR felt like a whirlwind for her as her musical career was still on the rise. However, that time had ended, and her focus was back on the business that truly fueled her empire: arms trafficking.

Sliding into the back seat of her sleek, black SUV, Mariah checked her phone. A message from her right-hand woman, Taina lit up the screen.

HQ. Urgent. Client meeting.

Instinctively, the woman's mind switched gears. Placing her phone down, she instructed her driver to transport to the base of all her operations.

The SUV navigated the city streets, finally arriving at a nondescript warehouse in remote industrial area. Hidden in plain sight.

Inside, the warehouse buzzed with high-paced activity. Many of her soldiers were moving crates of weapons, the metallic scent of gun oil mingling with the musky air. Mariah's trusted consigliere, Taina Simmons stood near an empty table; jet black hair strikingly contrasted with the dimly lit surroundings. Beside her stood a man who was most unfamiliar to Mariah, and her senses were immediately set off. However, she trusted Tai's judgment, so she bit her tongue.

"Mariah, meet our newest potential client, Eric Shaw," she introduced; voice steady with a slight edge.

Her eyes narrowed for a second, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shaw."

"The pleasure's all mine," Shaw responded with a tentative smile. "I've heard a lot about your ... business acumen."

"Oh really? Well I hope you didn't hear anything bad!"

The trio traveled into Mariah's office, located on the ground floor, around a table cluttered with blueprints, transcation records, etc … all the important business documents that required Mariah's attention after this meeting. Shaw immediately began outlining his requirements, which piqued the chanteuse's interest far more. His voice was way too eager, his knowledge too superficial. Everything about him rubbed Mariah the wrong way.

"Tai, a word?" she spoke up, stepping outside of the room with her friend right behind her. "He's way too eager, something's not right here."

Before Tai could even respond, the doors to the warehouse crashed open ⸻ blinding floodlights cutting through the darkness as armed officers stormed in, yelling various commands.

"FBI! Everybody down! Hands on your heads!"

Heart hammering a mile a minute, Mariah's eyes immediately cut over to Taina, who was already instructing their associates to retreat. Gunfire immediately erupted; the cacophony of shots echoing through the warehouse whilst Mariah and Taina rushed back into the office. In one swift motion, they emerged yet again, tossing several smoke bombs out to blur the vision of the federal officers; retreating soon after.

The duo reached a hidden exit, slipping into the night. Luckily for them, most of the transport trucks had escaped ... with the exception of one. They slipped into the back of it, and the driver, with eyes filled with panic, immediately floored the gas pedal. As the distance between themselves and the warehouse set in, the reality of their narrow escape did as well.

"This was too close, Mariah. We can't keep operating like this. We need a new plan."

For a few moments, Mariah remained silent. She stared out of the window of the SUV, mind racing as she attempted to process her escape from incarceration. Taina was right, however: they needed something that could shield their operations from scrutiny. And finally, she broke the silence. "What do you suggest?" she asked, head turning to face her underboss.

Taina paused for a second, eyes flicking to Mariah as she pondered an answer. "A gentleman's club," she said finally. "Exclusive, high-end. It's perfect, and I have my eye on the perfect little venue in Buckhead.

"I like that ... let's make it happen."

As the city lights blurred past them, Mariah felt a renewed sense of determination. The close call had been a wake-up call, but it also opened up a new avenue for their empire. With Taina by her side, she knew they could turn their setback into an opportunity. The gentleman's club would be their next move ⸻ the Buckles empire was expanding, and would continue to right under the FBI's nose.

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