"That sounds swell," Madie whispered with a tiny giggle then she walked with them into the private room with her hips bouncing in time to the music. This was so exciting. She'd never been in the private part of a drum before. She hoped the coppers didn't raid the place. That would be so embarrassing. That was the trouble boy's job though, to be sure they didn't get copped. You couldn't keep a classy joint like this running for long if you didn't have the money flowing into the right pockets on a regular basis.<br/><br/>As the door locked, Madie smiled and squeezed Carmine's hand. She listened and watched while Roxy made for the bar then leaned in close in front of him, taking in his scent, feeling his arousal with her hand on his zipper. "Martini's are good for me, Rox," she called out. "I think it's only right we call him Carmine." She ran her hand along his length. "Since we're getting all personal now..." She smiled, feeling his manhood jerk under her touch. With other eyes off them, she felt free to let her hair down, so to speak.