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"I didn't think she would do it," he told the owner honestly, "I'm Tom." "That's what Ann said," the owner nodded, "I'm Leslie." Tom blinked and the owner laughed, "I know, my father must have hated me. my friends call me Les." Tom nodded, picking up the new bottle a scantily clad waitress had dropped off at the table without really stopping."Don't worry about your wife," Leslie was saying, "Nobody messes with my girls." The blonde flounced through the curtain, waving and blowing kisses at the crowd which was cheering. " Tom scoffed, "Her ass is flabby." Ann shrugged, watching the woman moving along the stage. " the owner stared just a moment too long at Ann's cleavage, making sure she noticed, then turned and smiled at Tom, almost as if he was asking Tom if he had given Ann permission. It certainly isn't like the men are groping the girls..."Maybe, but the men are throwing money at her," she pointed out to her husband. Missy had easily three times the money Samantha had brought in, and the first song was not close to being done. Girls working classy joints, can make thousands in a weekend," he said, trying to estimate how much the voluptuous dancer had made already. She sat up, angry at the suggestion she was not the one who got to decide. it isn't bad." "Great," the owner smiled broadly, offering Ann an elbow, "Let me show you to the back..."We're just here to check the place out," she said, mostly to herself, though Tom nodded his agreement. Ann did not seem aware of the attention, as she eyed the larger, more explicit photos high on the walls of the big entry hall.He was trying not to stare at the revealing photos advertising the various dancers within. A man in an expensive white suit came up, clapping a hand on Tom's shoulder and deftly slipping his other arm around Ann's waist, moving between the obvious couple.As if he had sensed they were looking at him, Jacen turned, and seeing Tom and Leslie watching him, he waved briefly. The crowd cheered, and Tom figured for whatever reason the bleach blonde was going to be the winner again. a big round of applause for the virgin of the night...Ann." The guys along the rail seemed to sag, as if they did not expect any sort of show. She hesitated, and there were some hoots and whistles.
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