Zoe finds them first

“Oh, my dear little Jacky!” The busty, dark-skinned Zoe came through the door to meet them before Jaqueline could think of a better way in. The goons looked a bit impressed and stepped aside. Zoe had a dress on that flowed up from her ankles, the occasional sequin or glitter sparkling in the dancing lights on it. It practically ended at her mid-chest, remarkably thin straps going up over her breasts in what seemed to be designed to cover her nipples alone to almost microscopic degrees before sliding over her shoulders.

Zoe tisked, shaking her head. “Finally went ahead with that surgery you always talked about…”
“Fuck you,” Jack said, though there was no real anger behind it . Tammy outright giggled.
“Fine,” she pouted, but finally smiled in return. “So what is it you want? You don’t ever see me unless you want something, thank you very much.”
“I call.”
“You asked me to put a hit on somebody last week.”
“I also asked how you were doing…” Jack added, a bit defensive now.
“You did no such thing, Mr. Matthews!” The "mister" made the guards look a little hesitant, but managed to ignore it like they were taught.
“Ok, fine, I’ll write or something. This’ a REAL issue here!”

Zoe’s eyes graced over the rest of Jack’s team, smiling slyly. She even seemed to pick out the others from across the room without even knowing them. She motioned to someone unclear, and a few stray waitresses, dancers, and bouncers led them to her and Jaqueline.

They hadn’t seen Jack get so worked up as he just had been. More than some were a bit impressed. All couldn’t help getting aroused, no matter what you wanted to consider their sexual orientation at this point.

Zoe clapped her hands sharply. “Come now, let’s get out back and you can tell me what I’m sure is a delightful story that you’ll all be laughing at when you look back at it.”
“I’m kinda laughing at it now,” Jackie smirked.