<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000040"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Ivy Belmonte</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1155.photobucket.com/albums/p543/Rikasha16/8e99f2f2-631a-4693-9107-697a5e177088.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Ivy smirked at him then made his drink while she took his money, the girl was able to take a glance in his wallet to see the money and she knew then was that she found her target. She gave him back his three dollars in change and listened to him talk while she cleaned out some of the glasses. This guy, Jerry, could really talk but she was assuming he was just trying to make conversation with her which she didn't mind at all. Talking and working was nice, though she didn't plan on telling him anything about her background.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"Well I bet your childhood was interesting growing up. No the girl's don't normally pick out the guys here they just go with the flow of things. I mean it's a strip club as well as a night club if you couldn't tell."</span>She had her reasons to believe that he really had no idea that this was a brothel but may have suspected it. Either way it was wise for her to throw him off that course just in case he was a cop or something. If her boss went down then he would take her with him and she did not have the time or patience for that.<br/><br/>Ivy still had no intentions of telling this man her real name and even if she did she was sure he would question why she lied to him in the first place. Working here in this day in age you couldn't trust anyone anymore, plus she had a kid and it wouldn't look good for her to be working here if the place ever got busted and she hoped it wouldn't. She didn't give a damn about the other women here, they either didn't have children or had gotten abortions if they were pregnant. It was a sad thing really, there were a good few that were smart and just got the crappy end of life and tried to deal with things the best they could, much like she did.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"I've lived here too and the guys around here are assholes who don't like to tip. Some are decent but most are too cocky for their own good. I can promise you that about half of the men in here have wives or girlfriends, scumbags really but it's not my place to get involved. I'm just the bartender anyway. I don't mind being a bartender, I wouldn't brag about it but it pays the bills so I'm content and it's better than a lot of other jobs. Well if you are too soft for this kind of club then what led a cutie like you in here to begin with? Curiosity?"</span>she asked in a playful tone.<br/><br/>She saw him eye the girl that was going upstairs with the man and she rose a brow at him, if he was really that clueless she wasn't going to make it too obvious.<span style="color: #000040">"She's just giving him one of those private lap dances if you seem worried. I'm sure I can have one of the girls give you a lap dance if you wanted one, after all a good majority of the strip clubs here do it."</span>Which was true, in plenty of strip clubs the men would get private lap dances and nothing more if they paid for it. This was an entirely different situation but the less he knew the better.