Max looks for Jenkins

-co-written with sammycolt-

The club was dimly lit, with periodic strobe lights illuminating the far corners. Music blared, some dance techno crap, the room smelt of cologne and perfume. There was a single girl, half naked dancing on one of the stages, countless others walking around chatting up the men. Some sitting in their laps, others stalking new prey. At nearly every door, a large man dressed in black and covered in shiny piercings and tattoos stood watching.

Max took in the area, looking for the best place to find this Jenkins character. The room was larger than expected. A stage lined the far wall with an extended walkway that came out to the center of the club. A dancer was there now, on all fours, her ass pressed agaisnt the pole that ran from the stage to the ceiling she was smiling letting the men who sat surrounding the stage shove bills into her bra and she crawled closer to them.

Opposite the main stage there was multiple booths, some open, some concealed by a dark curtain, and a hallway that led deeper into the club most likely to more areas for men to spend private time with the girls. To her right was hall leading towards a main entrance and a set of stairs, a red velvet rope crossed them baring entry. A single large man stood watching as people passed him by. There was a second floor to the club, Max couldn't tell but it seemed to some sort of VIP area that overlooked the entire lower floor.

If Jenkins worked for the Steelheads, and the Steelheads ran this place, it would make sense for him to be up there. Her train of thought was broken as she felt hands wrap around her waist “Hey baby,” a man slurred behind her, his voice thick with the smell of booze “how ‘bout a dance.”

Max turned around to face him and smiled sweetly, “Sure thing,” she said softly, looking behind him where there was an open chair. She pushed him down onto it but immediately turned away and headed towards the stairs. By the time he realized she wasn't there she was gone.

Into the VIP room, talk to Jenkins, then get out. Max told herself the plan as she made her way to the stairs.

As soon as she tried the man standing against the wall raised his hand blocking her.

“Don't know you” he said, looking at Max.

“Just a girl trying to make some money,” Max smiled and tilted her head.

“VIP area ain't for new girls!”

Max put a hand on his chest and moved closer to him, “Come on, it will be our little secret…”

The man licked him lips, “Them the rules baby, If I break them,” he looked up at one of the many security cameras, “They break me. Besides, anything goes up there, maybe it ain't your scene.”

Max sighed, she could knock him out right here and now but how long would it take before she was swarmed by juiced up Steelheads. She looked up at the much larger man, “Anything goes sounds like fun,” she smiled, “you could come up there with me if you don't trust me.” Max played with the single strap of her top, “maybe frisk me first?”

“No new girls,” He repeated in a stern voice without looking at her, but then he paused. “Work the floor. Make some money, show me you're willing, then maybe you can go in.”