<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>"Wut are you talking bout? I am just here for a dance baby..."</strong> 'Bull<em>shit</em>' Lacy thought. The simper on her face mimicked what was lingering in her subconscious. Her hand grazed under her nose to wipe any stray caine that may have stuck. That's when she felt his hands grip her hips. <strong>"Dis iz mine now right?"</strong> She held out a palm, as if to say 'Hold on', as she tried standing from the table. A dizziness hit her, followed by a intense rush of adrenaline. Filling her with a liveliness like she had not felt from her <em>usual</em> batch of poison. Before she could react to Francisco's first come on, he had his hand in her panties."Whoa-ho-ho. Easy there <em>papi</em>." She said the label with the same tone of animosity used in the main room, when she couldn't find a soul to get her high. <br/><br/><em>Throwing</em> wouldn't be the right word to describe how Lacy removed his hand from peaking at her crotch. It was more like a firm-yeah, she threw his hand away. Backing up from the table, she calmed herself and was able to reason with him. "Aren't you <em>just</em> here for a dance?" Her eyes narrowed, and her defenses were definitely up. At the same time she couldn't forget that <em>this</em> was her job, by choice. <br/><br/>The night she left waiting tables because she was being grabbed for free, lead her to this very moment. To get a pretty penny for what occurred with her on a daily basis. It was all so frustrating! <em>'goddamn, fucking conscience.'</em> It told her to leave, run, flee. But Lacy was already in it-deep. <em>'I can dance...all he wants is a dance.'</em> Only seconds went by as all of these crazy thoughts swirled in her head. Her silly reasonings lead her to denial. It was the best alternative for right now. She tried forcing herself to believe that she misread his gesture of his finger hooking into her underwear, as a request to strip. Even though it clearly wasn't the case. <br/><br/>"Cuban?...Colombian? I'm not used to this shit." Speaking of the drug, <em>of course.</em> She had to control her tone. It was coming off as hateful. Taking a deep breath, Lacy looked to Juicy, who seemed <em>very</em> into Francisco. She wasn't getting any help there. It was fine, the girl was used to taking care of herself. Thankfully she was an awesome actress. Lacy held her cheeks with both hands, as if she were blushing from embarrassment. "It's making me kind of crazy." She cautiously walked back over to her guest. Sitting close enough to him now that their knees were glued together. "So maybe if you can help me <em>relax...</em>I can help you have a good time." She picked up his glass of Vodka and held it near his lips.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>