Lap Dance Page #7

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Tip your waitresses.

They're working hard

for you guys.

What up, Matt E.?

Chicago! My man.

Good to see you.

Roscoe! Roscoe!

Good to see you.

Chicago.

How are you, sir?

Listen, I got the VIP room

perfectly set up for you.

Of course, of course.

All right?

You got your friends with you.

Yup.

Hi, ladies.

Hey.

There goes my luxury ride.

I got the VIP all set up for you now.

Thanks, baby.

What's up?

So, uh...

when are you going to let me

taste some of that sweet stuff?

Hmm.

Never.

Oh, it's like that?

What?

I got diabetes anyway.

That's why you only get a 50.

Here.

Mmm, Jade Lee,

my favourite jewel.

What's up, baby?

Hi.

Mm-hmm. Say hey.

How are you?

Better now.

Mmm. Look at you.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

You ready?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

Watch yourself

around those guys.

Tasha to the main stage.

Who's the newbie?

That's Monica.

She goes by Baby Girl.

Yeah, she's sexy as hell, too.

Get her up here.

I want to meet her.

She don't work the VIP.

Someone in VIP

wants to meet you.

He's a movie director.

Told him you wanted

to be an actress.

Seriously?

Babe, you can show him

your screenplays.

Oh, no. Just...

Just you.

Oh.

I'll keep him company.

Okay.

It's okay.

I know we said no VIP.

This could be your big break.

Whatever gets us

out of here faster.

You sure?

Nope.

Mwah.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Meet Monica.

You need anything, boss man?

Yeah. Uh, tell Lexus

to bring me a bottle

of Dom Prignon.

You heard the man.

Sugar. Sugar to the main stage.

And after that, Baby Girl.

Sorry about that.

She's crazy.

Uh, Jade Lee told me that

you're in the movie business?

You could say I dabble

a little bit.

I'm an actress.

Really?

How come you're not

in Hollywood?

I was actually driving

to Los Angeles,

until we discovered

that my dad's cancer relapsed.

Man...

Trying to make money

to care for him.

Sorry to hear that.

You should let me

help you out with that.

That's $1,000.

Thank you.

Um...

Chicago.

You're Chicago?

You're a director?

Not unless you're talking

about a couple

of horror movies, boo-boo.

Give me a minute.

Wait, I just gave you $1,000.

Come on, gentlemen.

Tip your waitresses.

Chicago is trying to give me

$1,000 to dance for him.

Isn't he with Lexus?

No, everybody's dancing

with Chicago.

Come on, nobody's been offered

that much money, though.

Take it.

Are you sure?

I mean, I can't be making

any enemies.

No. Get the money.

Take it. Go.

Tasha to the main stage.

So, Monica tells me

you're a writer.

I am.

So, where were we?

Uh...

you want that dance?

So this is your first time

in VIP, huh?

Anything goes up here.

Even sex.

Well...

you'll have to get Lexus

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