Talk to the pretty stripper

I follow the stripper and take her by the arm, she gasps and spins around but doesn't smack me. Instead she gawks at me.

"The fuck is your problem, asshole?!"

"I told you, I'm looking for my friend. I ain't leaving till I get an answer," the girl tries to pull away from me and I pull her closer pinning her to my larger body. Dark eyes look up at me and I get lost in them for a second. "This is important."

"Candi! You okay?" a shrill voice calls. The stripper, Candi, bites her lip and turns to the speaker.

"I'm fine! Just--- working with a client!" Candi screams back before looking back at me. "Follow me," she whispers and I let go of her so she can lead me to a private room. It's small, with only a pole in the center that Candi sits next to. She reaches for a cigarette, from god knows where, and pops in her mouth before offering me one. I deny it and move on to Nyssa.

"The fuck do you know."

"Nyssa's a frequent of mine. She's in here couple times a month, spends time with me."

Face like that? Course she does.

"Which is why I don't want to give her out to anyone."

"Yeah, I ain't anyone. Nyssa and I...we go back. Way back. You can trust me."

"Ya grabbed me in public."

"I take shit with Nyssa seriously."

Candi's lips purse, she leans back and gives me a better view of her chest. Shit.

"My boss would kill me if I gave up a client's info. Hell, she might kill me just for bringing you in here."

"Yeah?"