<em>"Definitely sweet and innocent"</em>said Sayid suddenly, who had remained remarkably silent throughout.<em>"There's enough business going on in this place without you girls adding to the mix."</em>He had let the banter between Conor and the dancers roll on, it was good for both parties after all, but enough was enough. He smiled at Malika and openly stared at her cleavage. He know it quite well after all, having allowed himself as the owner of the club the occasional sample of what his creation had to offer. Naturally, Malika was no exception to that rule. Far from it, in fact.<br/><br/><em>"Don't worry about tips, just worry about putting on a good show"</em>he said to the girls sternly.<em>"Money's gonna come from somewhere, don't worry. $1200 isn't a guarantee, but it's a pretty good estimate of what's to come tonight"</em>he added. He paused for a second, knowing full well that although he<em>never</em>paid for the attention of his girls - he was a damn good tipper. His dancers knew this especially.<br/><br/><em>"If we could focus on finances for just one moment more, please,"</em>he said, his mind collected, ignoring the tingle he spontaneously felt in his pants as he stood there.<em>"Whatever you earn on the floor, that's yours. But I strongly advise that you put it away in your lockers in here as often as you can. There's no sense in running around with green-lined underwear all night, especially when Vinny and the boys are going to chop half of whatever you come out of the booths with right out of your garters."</em>He let that final fact linger in the air, for he knew it would be the one that the girl's would detest hearing the most. No matter where the money came from, if it was on their person on leaving a booth with a customer, half went to the house.<br/><br/><em>"As for private entertainment in the booths . . . "</em>he trailed off, realising that he was on yet another sensitive subject.<em>"You're all dancers, so dance. However, I will say that if you wish to perform certain acts so as to earn a little extra tonight, you have my personal assurance that it will go unoticed. Create your own rates individually as you wish, but I'd strongly advise using the $80 private nude dance price tag as a benchmark for everything else,"</em>he said. Sayid looked at each one in turn as he spoke, letting his words hit home, making sure that they understood the nature of tonight's business operation.<br/><br/><em>"Stay topless on the floor, and topless ONLY. We're relaxing the rules about touching in public so long as you permit the customer to do so, but we want to keep things above the belt."</em>He saw Conor nod beside him.<br/><br/><em>"Malika . . . Ali honey, you're on first. Show them what it's all about."</em>he smiled at her, his eyes drifting to her chest-level once again.<em>"Girls, sort out your own roster. I want 3-song sets and I don't want the stage empty for the next hour starting now, after which I hope that you should all be otherwise engaged. Dance, suck, blow, hell go and sell pictures of their dicks to the papers, I don't care. I don't wanna know, I just want to see the results stuffed into your panties,"</em>he said, his own crudity coming out in him.<br/><br/><em>"I have customers to greet,"</em>he said to all of them, Conor in particular.<em>"And by the way, cops tip what they like, there's no pressure there. You'll be reimbursed for your troubles later, all of you."</em>And with that, he walked out. As he did so, the bouncer from the back door, Dax, informed him of a policeman who'd been asking for him . . .<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>"Sayid Hilton. A pleasure,"</em>he said, ushering the cop into the club. Sayid wasted no time in exchanging pleasantries, finding him a seat next to the stage, in ordering him a drink and assuring him of the pleasurable evening he was about to have.<br/><br/><em>"Please be so kind as to drink to your heart's content from the bottle of the Czech Republic's finest and enjoy the impending show, Mr. Buchanen,"</em>he said, doing everything that he could with words to make him feel as comfortable as possible.<br/><br/><em>"It's on the house. Everything."</em>He said finally . . .<br/><br/>