The brothel's circle of connections was growing at a rapid and successful rate. They became know for having the best pieces of ass in the industry, and now had the right channels to flaunt them. Street walking was hardly used by the ensemble. They craved more intimacy with the buyers. Profiling, blood testing, and if the buyer had something the brothel wanted, even blackmailing them. Having a foot in the door with E would sky rocket their earnings, and broaden their employees, as<em>well</em>as the clientele. Avé already had an eye on some of the go-go dancers she planned to enticing into hooking.<br/><br/>Jeff's acceptance of the offer was refreshing. Avé had a few things in mind that she and her sister could have done to the club, had he refused. One, would have been soliciting alcohol to a minor. As she set up Dee as a scape goat to get leverage on Mr. H. Luckily, it was irrelevant, now that they were about to seal the deal. "Profit will always be a major concern. But those details will be absolute, until the right paperwork can be drawn up. What I wanted to get into was the safety of my company's assets." Following a heavy sigh, Avé continued. "There are about four to five pimps that operate within my company. But they can't be<em>here</em>twenty-four-seven. Your bouncers have their hands' full with drunk vagrants and the occasional attempted bathroom rape."<br/><br/>She paused again for emphasis. Her words were true. The place would have to beef up, if the BOF were going to make their mark there. The bodyguard to whore ratio would be at an uneven sum. That didn't sit well with Avé. "I'd like to bring in my own people in, to watch my employees. Maybe even maybe even myself included, once in a great while."