Conor followed Sayid in with his nose still in his projections.  He walked right into Gabrielle, his hand at exactly the right height to press into her breasts.  He jumped aside, stepping on and crushing some lip gloss that Lacy had spilled on the floor.<br/><br/>“Ohh  SHIT!  Ladies I am so sorry.  That was so retarded” He mumbled.  The last word, retarded, came out with his Boston accent, sounding like “retahdid.”  He had long struggled to get the South Boston out of his speech but it came out in times of stress.<br/><br/>Conor fumbled with his papers and laptop, then placed them down by a whiteboard in the corner of the room.  He used the white board to explain what the ladies should expect on a given night, and the tips they should ask for based on the expected volume.<br/><br/>“Ahem.” He cleared his throat and waited for the ladies to quiet down.<br/><br/>“Ladies, this is what we are expecting tonight.  In addition to the normal crowd, which should be about 75 men in the club at any one time, there will be many special clients here by special invitation.  They either have paid or will pay the VIP entrance fee and come strait into the VIP room.  That is, except for some high ranking members of the police department.  The usual arrangements apply to them.”  He meant by that, the high ranking cops got blow jobs or laid for free and Sayid took care of the girl’s tip.  It was good for business.<br/><br/>“Anyway, the fees for the VIP room have increased, but we fully expect you will see a 500% ROI.  That means that you should walk out tonight with $1200 or more net.”<br/><br/>“To help you make this, we will switch the usual bottle of wine that comes with a VIP fee with a bottle of tequila or absinthe.  As you know, the more they drink, the more they pay you.  For credit card security we want the usual, driver’s license, a thumb print and the credit card”<br/><br/>“Also, I have done some research on the ummm foibles of some of the guest that have said they are coming tonight.  You can see me about special treatment or who can be expected to tip big, ok?”<br/><br/>“Gabrielle, Charlie Johnson, the guy who owns the Lexus and Jaguar dealers will be here.  He likes your sort of look, you know that preppy and innocent on the outside.”  Conor was mumbling, his shyness was coming through.  “You should know he expects to get a least a hummer from a girl, but he pays very well for it.”<br/><br/>“And Lacey, umm sorry about your makeup.  Listen, the CFO of AIG is in town tonight and will be here.  He likes your type and he has just gotten a big bonus, so he’ll have some money.”  He glanced at her.  “If you are cold have a shot of absinthe.  It’ll warm ya.”<br/><br/><br/>