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he had even applied and told the company he was willing to travel. He sighed, and surprised her, though, adding, "I guess we can keep it in mind... She looked around, resisting the urge to stare at her reflection in the glass at the front of the club.

She was sexed up, and knew that several of the guys in the line were staring at her. "Maybe." "She should enter," Jacen encouraged them, "You'd be a natural, ma'am." Ann blushed and looked away.

You are astonishing." "I don't know," Ann demurred. "She's never done anything like this before," Tom said, "We saw your ad, and thought we'd check the place out, first." "Of course," the owner smiled broadly, as if that was the most natural thing in the world, "And I'm sure you'll be quite impressed... the best service, the best food, the best beer and booze...

and the prettiest dancers." He looked around conspirationally, "I hate to confess it, but judging from the competition, you have a great shot at winning," he winked, "Go grab a seat.

Last month he broke two guys' arms." Tom nodded, relieved at the presence of the big bouncer.

"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.

They sipped their beers and watched the girl dance... "I have," she nodded, not looking at Tom, "I'm going to give it a try." "What? You can find something back there..." not completing the sentence 'to take off for my customers.' Before Tom was really aware of what was happening, his wife had disappeared through the heavy curtains left of the stage, which hid a door to the back of the club.

The club owner was back in just a moment, though, sliding into the seat after waving to one of the waitresses and motioning for he and Tom to get fresh drinks. " Tom asked, aware that he only had a little cash in his wallet. "I told you if she danced it would be." Tom relaxed; he even smiled.

Last month he broke two guys' arms." Tom nodded, relieved at the presence of the big bouncer.

"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.

They sipped their beers and watched the girl dance... "I have," she nodded, not looking at Tom, "I'm going to give it a try." "What? You can find something back there..." not completing the sentence 'to take off for my customers.' Before Tom was really aware of what was happening, his wife had disappeared through the heavy curtains left of the stage, which hid a door to the back of the club.

The club owner was back in just a moment, though, sliding into the seat after waving to one of the waitresses and motioning for he and Tom to get fresh drinks. " Tom asked, aware that he only had a little cash in his wallet. "I told you if she danced it would be." Tom relaxed; he even smiled.

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