<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">After the lecture from Conner, and that smug look on the bastard bartender's face, going back to the bar was the last place Lacy wanted to be. She <em>had</em> screwed up with her first customer. But she could redeem herself, she was sure of it. Determined not to get fired tonight, she did naughty things to the pole. Watching their Latin gentleman pulling out money, and something Lacy was searching for earlier. Curious at what she had to do to get some of his blow, she climbed off the table and walked with him to the private room. Whispering to Gabrielle,  "The stage name's Cherry. For future reference. The last thing I need are people trying to Google my ass. I probably have 'Girl's Gone Wild' videos online I don't know about."<br/><br/>Just cause Lacy would eventually get what she asked for, didn't make it any less scary. She saw a movie about human trafficking. Girls being shipped off to god knows where, being forced to whore it up with disgusting men. For some reason, this guy reminded her of one of the lures in the movie. Too suave for his own good.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>