He reached into his pocket he pulled out a money clip, he counted it out to exactly 1,000 dollars. 800 for the booth rental, 200 for the alcohol. He was living off pure impulse and lust, as he got to his feet and removed his jacket, wrapping it around the nude stripper. Opening the door to the booth, he gave the guards the cash, and tipped him the rest of his smaller bills he had in his pocket.<br/>"This booth for 8 hours, this covers everything. With this hot piece of ass here...this wad of cash for you to look away from the exit."<br/>The guard looked the other direction for a few minutes as he slipped the cash in his pocket.<br/>"She was in there the entire time, Comprende?"<br/><br/>He smiled an arrogant smile to her, ash eh took her by the hand and led her out of the club. Who was to tell anyone she did not spend the entire shift in the booth that night. As he walked down the stairs and towards his car he replied to her.<br/>"If you fuck as well as you dance, I will be your sugar papi...but you need to show me you are worth keeping in Gucci and Louis V."<br/><br/>