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- Not right now?

Sorry.

- I'm gonna be off work soon.

- All right. Don't...

Come on. It's right upstairs. Only $ 250 and you

got me and a bottle of champagne for an hour.

- I don't drink champagne.

- I do.

Thank you, but...

Come on. An hour just you and me.

Whoa! This is perfect!

- You know those guys?

- Yeah.

You want the room?

All right.

Come with me.

Make yourself confortable.

I'm Mallory.

What is your name?

Doug.

- It's nice to meet you, Doug!

- Nice to meet you too.

- We actually got to wait for the drinks to

come before we can have any fun. - All right.

Well, hold on.

I'm not here for the "fun" part.

Oh..

Well...

Hand-jobs are 50

and I can do oral, but it's a hundred and

you'll need an rubber.

- No, thank you.

I get 60 out of the 250 you

gave the guy at the bar.

- You're not going to tip me nothing?

- All right.

- Here. Will this make it

worth your while? - Wow.

Knock-knock.

Thanks, Doug.

Hi.

There you go.

I'll need to sign this for downstairs.

Plus the champagne.

Hey, Tara.

Here you go.

You gonna tip the girl?

- Wouldn't want to forget to do that.

- No, we wouldn't.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

Y'all have a good time, okay?

Come here it's okay.

Over here.

I really, really like older guys.

- It get's me really wet.

- Sweetheart, sweetheart just...

sit still. Sit still.

You don't want to have any fun?

How about we just talk?

You want me to talk dirty so

you can get yourself off?

Jesus Christ, no! No.

All right, you don't have

to get mad at me It's fine.

I'm not mad.

You're just persistent, that's all.

- Just trying to keep the customers happy.

- I'm happy, I'm happy...

You don't look very happy.

How old are you?

- How old do I look?

- 15.

You can't be 15 and work in any

strip club I've ever heard of.

- How old are you?

- 22.

You don't look 22.

That's what it says on my ID.

Well, I can buy a drivers license that says I'm 22.

That doesn't make me 22.

So, is Mallory your real name?

- Oh, f*** me, you're a f***ing cop.

- No.

Oh, you're not a cop?

Come here, show me your cock then!

Stop it! Stop that!

- Prove you're not a cop!

- I'm not a cop!

Take this f***ing back! Cause that's as

close to my p*ssy as you're getting tonight.

F*** nuts!

- Hey, how's it shaking, baby?

- It ain't.

- Felix kicked me out early. Too many girls in tonight.

- Meatball.. to go. Thanks.

Excuse me, I'm not a cop.

I'm from Indianapolis, Indiana.

I run a

wholesale plumbing supply business.

I'm here for a convention.

Okay, I'm sorry about that.

I just got cops on the brain.

Can't help it.

Always snooping around the club..

And they towed my car for

unpaid parking tickets

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