The Forbidden Dance Page #4

wouldn't you?

On stage? Like them?

No. No. You'd be on the dance floor,

dancing like I was when you came in.

- And I can make money?

- Listen, angel.

You can make more money

than you can count.

And don't worry.

I'm gonna help you take care of it.

I am gonna take good care of you.

- So when can you start?

- I can start tonight.

- Tonight?

- Is that okay?

Yeah, it's okay. It's spectacular.

How about 1 0 bucks a night?

- Bucks?

- Yeah, bucks. You know, dollars.

- You're not from L.A., are you?

- No, I'm from Brazil.

Oh, God. Well, at least you can dance.

All Brazilians can.

We gotta get you

out of those clothes.

Where'd you get those, Goodwill?

I've got some great things down here.

Charlene, go see Eddie. He's got

your check for your doctor bill.

You, my friend,

don't have the coin.

This one's special. She's fresh.

Know what I mean?

Freddie, come on.

Be a good little boy.

Don't even think about it.

Now I told you, this one's special.

And you, my friend,

don't want to pay.

One way or the other.

You see, Mickey's gonna take

good care of you.

By the way, do you

have a green card?

I didn't think so.

- So, what's your name?

- Nisa.

Nisa. I like that.

It's very sexy.

And this is the perfect dress

for a girl named Nisa.

Go ahead. Try it on.

Come on, little girl, you're gonna look

so pretty in that red.

That's it, now just relax.

All the men are just gonna love you.

Sweet little face.

Now I want you to just do it, okay?

That's a girl.

Come on, honey, don't be shy.

You're gonna look so pretty

in that red dress.

That sweet, little young body.

The gentlemen downstairs

are gonna go wild for you.

That's a girl.

Oh, honey, you are beautiful.

Come on. Want me to help you

undress a little bit?

I'll report back this afternoon

on that matter, sir.

- Just a minute, Maxwell.

- Yes, sir.

He's standing right here,

but go ahead.

Thanks.

So there was a security incident

with two Brazilian nationals?

- Who told you that?

- Well, that's not your concern.

I told you I wanted no trouble.

It's your job to make sure

there is no trouble. Clear?

You pay me to take care of trouble.

I'll take care of it.

- Earn your money.

- Yes, sir.

We have danced with every

cheap slut in this stinking town.

- Now I need to get laid.

- That's my boy!

- Look.

- The Xtasy!

"Lambada.

Dance with the queen of the jungle."

- Hey, that's Jason's beaner.

- Well, she's no legal secretary.

- She's not a maid.

- She's the queen of the jungle.

Oh, my God, yes!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, brother, what do you want?

I ain't your brother. What I want

is money. Ten dollars each.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

No problem.

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