Conor walked back to his office.  That bitch would learn.  There was an informal network amongst the club owners so they could avoid trouble, both from problem customers and dancers.<br/><br/>He went out to that forum, posted Malika's picture and information and let everyone know what had happened.  No one wanted to risk possible police busts or loss of liqour licenses from running a brothel.<br/><br/>"Good luck there Malika, you bitch" he thought.<br/><br/>He stepped back out and watched Gemma dance, wondering what it would be like to feast on those lucious tits.<br/>