His attention was drawn to the suit who tried to lure "Lacey" out of his grasp, he raised his hand with a "Stop" motion, then waved his finger "no" at him. Making sure that neither girl left his booth, he reached into his pocket and dropped them each a fifty dollar bill.<br/>"Dat iz jus for a dance...more of that...if yu ladies want to show me more than that..."<br/>Looking over at Juicy, he stopped her from leaving him.<br/>"I am a man...who luvs a show...get on tha table wit her..."<br/>He smiled as the bill meant for her slid down her torso, squeezing her left breast on its journey down to her thong. With the bill in place his hand traveled over towards her ass, griping it and leading her on to the table. Both eyes stared at Juicy with a demanding stare, she could walk away and return to the old fuck in the corner or dance a stage for singles to the drunk nobodies. Or she could dance with a sexy girl, and put on a good show for him. He was no one to stop her. Sitting himself up on the chair, he slipped a shiny metal case out of his shirt pocket. The small box shined against the lights of the darkened room, he made sure that Lacy saw him hold it up to her, tempting her with what was inside before he hid it. He gestured at both ladies over to the private rooms, if they wanted what was inside. Last thing he wanted was get caught on camera sliding a stripper the best cocaine the united states had ever seen, everything else was chopped up shit when compared to his.