<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Lacy made sure her client's glass was always full. It wasn't hard to get it empty. He kept complaining that his mouth was dry, no doubt due to her little comment about wetting his mouth. So she supposed that was her own fault. He finished the bottle of Cognac, no problem. The Everclear was more than half gone. She needed to help him with that one. Wrapping a leg around the pole, she did a back bend. Opening her mouth. He was <em>very</em> perceptive. Pouring a little bit down her throat, before nipping her lips. It was a little gross. His breath was wreaking. Like he must have drank at a bar before coming to the Sin Bin. She would seriously have to get a little more vodka in her, if he was going to keep doing stuff like that to her.<br/><br/>The funniest thing was that she hardly had to touch him. His hands always sneaking bills into her garter clips and bra straps. She considered this the 'Princess Shift.' She knew how to play him. Pausing in awkward contortions with the pole. Promising to continue to dance again <em>only</em> if he drank. The fact that she urged him toward the liquor rather than demanded more money worked in her favor. He liked it so much that he was clear out of cash. He left the table, promising to be back once he found an ATM. <br/><br/><em>'Good luck with that.'</em> Lacy thought. She didn't recall seeing any ATMs in this gentlemens' club. But like a good little girl, she whirled off the pole. Sitting on the booth seat. The cold leather shocking her bare legs. She pushed the feeling aside though. Deciding to hurry through sorting out her money. "Hell yes." Lacy sauntered to the bar and flung two hundred dollars in cash at the bar. Bills fluttering to the floor everywhere, like party confetti. "Done...son" She chuckled, not bothering to look back at the bartender. He was a dick. <em>Her</em> guy had been gone for five minutes. Far too long to wait. She'd probably get fired. She also couldn't keep all the rest of her cash just hanging out. Still fully clothed, Lacy got to the dressing room. She stuffed the cash in a smaller bag in her larger duffle, and locked them both up. <br/><br/>Looking in the mirror, she touched up her make up, poofed her hair, and made her way to the main office.She hoped they wouldn't be pissed at her for bothering them. But she had a question that only her bosses could help her with. <strong>Knock knock</strong> "Hey...Connor?" Finding no answer from the office, the girl headed back to the main floor. There they were...watching everyone. She tapped Connor on the back. "Ehem" Her boss seemed lost in thought, cause she knew he wouldn't outright ignore her. Maybe the bartender was complaining about her cockiness. Whatever. She circled around the club, unable to find Malika anywhere. She would be the next person in line to help her find some kind of fix to calm her returning, panicky nerves. "All I want is a little fix...can <em>someone</em> help me out...<em>anyone?!</em> Seriously, I'm in a club full of syndicates and I can't even get some herb." She was talking to herself as she made her way through the crowd. Unsure if she could go on to another client feeling like she didn't have to get naked. Getting hostile, with Lacy's last line an octave too high. Looking like a crazy girl, with her arms flinging in the air as she complained.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>