"Buffy" talks some more to Ben

Buffy's performance was so popular with the audience that the club manager hired her as soon as she got off the stage. She just smiled as she filled out the necessary paperwork, signing it with a false name, and then smiled again when she went into the dressing room to change into her regular clothes.

When she left the dressing room, she passed by the man who had called himself Ben Wilkinson.

"I wanna talk to you, Anne," said Ben.

"You still want that lap dance, I see," said Buffy. "Maybe tomorrow night. Right now I'm tired."

Ben grabbed her arm. "I wanna talk to you now."

"Okay," said Buffy. "But if you grab me like that again, I'm gonna call a bouncer."

"Er, that would not be a good idea," said Ben. "Anyway, let's start over. There's something different about you, Anne, and I really would like the chance to talk to you a while and find out what it is."

"Ooookay," said Buffy. "At least you're not calling me Buffy. That's one step in the right direction."

"Who's Buffy?" asked Ben.

"Oh, some nobody," said Buffy. "For some reason, people have been mistaking me for her all night."

"Well, I won't do that, Anne," said Ben.

"Okay," said Buffy. "Let's go talk in that corner over there. The one furtherest from the stage."

Ben followed her to the corner in question and sat down at the small table located there.

"Be right back," said Buffy and then she scurried off to the DJ booth where she handed the DJ a wad of bills and then whispered in his ear. As she walked back to Ben, the first notes of an old 1970s tune called "Brand New Key" started playing.

"What made you choose this?" asked Ben.

"Oh, just a hunch," said Buffy.

"Oh, really?" said Ben, trying to relax as he sat back and watched as Buffy started to move in time with the music.

Then, as Buffy turned away from him and started to unbutton her blouse, Ben suddenly realized why he was having such a hard time relaxing.

"Oh, God," he said. "Not here. Not now."

"I'm sorry, Ben," said Buffy as she turned back around, "but did you say somethin -- Oh! I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"That's okay," said the pale red-haired woman sitting in Ben's chair. "Benjy had to step out but that's okay. I'm here now and you can dance for me instead."

"And you are?"

The woman smiled. "My name is Glory. And if you please me enough, I'll give you a big tip. Heck, if I'm feeling especially generous, I might even let you live."