He silently swore as Lacey let the AIG guy get away.  “There is a cash machine by the men’s room!  AND WE TAKE CREDIT CARDS!!”  he thought.<br/><br/>Note to self… tell the new girls that they can take credit cards for their tips and they will be paid!  These were a handsome small profit center, as they charged extra to cover the credit card fees and to cover the occasional asshole who contested the charges.  That was why they had installed video recording for all the private shows.  When someone contested a fee now, the video went up on YouTube, still went up on Photobucket and a discreet email went out to his wife or boss or employees or clients or all of them, if he was feeling particularly malicious.<br/><br/>Still he had enough on the AIG guy to perhaps gain some leverage.  The drunken fool was in the men’s room puking his guts out from all the booze.  He signaled the men’s room attendant to send the man to his office once he had finished getting sick.<br/><br/>He was pissed, mostly at himself, but he took it out on Lacey when she tried to get his attention.  I should be more polite, he thought.  She is a babe and I would love to have her as a side benefit sometime.<br/><br/>He had seen Francisco slap the waitress.  Violence against the girls repulsed him.  More importantly it was bad for business.  The girls needed to feel safe.  He gestured to the bouncer.  “If that Latino guy over there raises a hand to another girl in here, have one of our local law enforcement gents throw his ass in jail.  If it is that rookie who came in tonight, make sure the dancers treat him well.  You can tell him now to knock that shit off.”<br/><br/>He then signaled to Lacey, who seemed to be having a tough time of things.  “Come on in the office.  You could use a little pick me up.” He smiled.<br/><br/><br/>