+ Mama K's POV

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Vixen was relatively new to the Whiskey Sour. Originally from a small Oklahoma town, she and a few friends had road tripped to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. A tall leggy, sexy  blonde, she was a great addition. Mama K, also a new addition to the club, was quite pleased with the progress being made behind the scenes since she had luckily found the mediocre club after moving to the city herself. She saw the potential if she could push Gel out of the picture, which after a long discussion with the owner, they were slowly doing with no one the wiser yet.

Mama couldn't stand Gel. She found the worn out, obnoxious old rag an unworthy waste of a bullet to rid the world of her existence. Roach Powder maybe, for that was exactly what she reminded Mama of. A big, overgrown shiny, twitchy cockroach. A  nasty disgusting, vile excuse for a human, that's for sure. And the way she treated her own daughter! Mama could fill a notebook with horrible things that she could imagine doing or being done to the wretched old bitch. And the saddest part of that idea being that many of those awful things, the old whore had done to her own beautiful daughter.

And whore wasn't a word that Mama K used lightly. She understood and had mad respect for a great many of the ladies of the night, or escorts as she oft preferred to call the women by. But as in many cases
exceptions existed, and Gel was certainly one of the exceptions to the rule.

Funny thing was, Mama K came to the Ole' Crescent City to retire. She was not a hot little young thing herself anymore. She expected to relax, become a mellow old dame and enjoy the best the city had to offer her, growing old in her golden years.

But as things always went in Mama K's life, it didn't work out exactly as planned! She moved into the most perfect little place on Dauphine street. A big old mansion that had of course seen better days, but for a middle aged widow on her own, and in a crap wheelchair, it was everything she was looking for.

Close to the quarter and some action to keep her entertained, ensconced below a back balcony with the most exquisite flowers growing down the latticed trellis on both sides of her door. Her apartment had most likely been some sort of sun room originally, based off the windows that let in particularly fabulous lighting. Long and somewhat narrow, there were safety bars Mama could lock shut for her safety if she so chose. But usually she kept them open, unless the central air was needed. Nights were especially magical. Wonderful scents of Gladolias, Honeysuckle and night blooms flowed through like a fairy on the mist. Stained glass windows in little rectangular shapes adorned the top of the windows. The biggest in the middle above the door,were three glorious Fleur De Lis, in sparkling shades of silver, gold and purple. The right one, just a tad smaller had doves snuggled on a red rose branch, also glittering in the moonlight. The last, maybe her favourite, was a black and silver raven with a full moon nearly luminescent as the true moon, with glistening stars highlighting the empty branch upon which it perched.

Everything about the apartment was perfect for her. All an open floor plan, making it easy for her chair. And the bath was huge with a closet big enough to make another bedroom. Of course, who would want a bath right outside their bedroom! With no way out except through the bath! But that old gold, lion claw footed antique porcelain tub, painted plum, was absolutely divine. Soaking in it was like soaking in bubbles that were gifted by the Blessed Deities themselves. When Mama found that apartment, she had thought maybe she found Nirvana itself!

The Whiskey Sour was about four buildings down from the apartment. It wouldn't bother Mama a whit. She liked the area, especially at night. The jazz music playing on the night breeze.Here and there violin solos and saxophone melodies mixed in a perfectly unique harmony! Laughter and some feuding, as will undoubtedly accompaniment alcohol in many cases, played it's own unique tune on the night air.

Then she met her neighbour on the side of the mansion. A voluptuous blonde named Vixen. That was the beginning of a whole new plan in New Orleans! Yes indeed!