Punky Investigates her Concerns

Steve and Carl were both big, brutish, intimidating looking men.

But catch them off duty and you’d quickly learn what puppies they were. Steve was a pacifist ex army officer who literally only did this job because his presence often avoided ****. Where it didn’t, well at least he was protecting others.

That’s what he cared about. He talked often about the state of the world, how people didn’t care enough, and how he had a lot of bad karma to undo before he could slip the mortal coil.

Steve towered over a lot of the room at 6’7”, his broad muscular shoulders and buzzcut head screamed military grunt.

On the opposite side of the entrance to the ballroom Carl leaned heavily on a railing. The 6’9” black man was often sparse on words. He was devoutly Catholic, yet didn’t preach his belief on others. The late night shifts at the club put a toll on him, but it was worth it for the true pride of his life a topic he was unusually eager to speak about given the chance.

Steve worked these long late nights, went home to sleep a few sparse hours, before getting his daughter ready for school, before providing daycare to his son as his wife went to school working on her nursing degree.

He was a proud father, and a good one twp Punky presumed from every time she pried words from hos lips. He talked about his children’s favourite shows, how the latest trials on My Little Pony or The Deep were conveying important moral and life lessons to his kids.

It was this wholesome nature that had Punky feeling safe approaching them when the whole club was so seemingly askew. Not to mention the numerous times they stepped in to remind Alice of the legal rules about workplace harassment and **** when she was losing it going after Punky.

“Evening Steve!” Punky shouted over the music coming up next to him as he chewed his gum and kept his gaze scanning the room as he acknowledged Punky with little more than a nod.

“Don’t you think things are getting a bit out of hand?” Punky asked leaning in to Carl's ear as best she could.

“Crowds a bit wild, but the girls got it. They know all they need do is wave.” Steve replied bluntly, looking to the stage where Legacy now fingered Ariana's pussy as Ariana’s legs hung off the stage amongst the crowd in perv alley.

“Do you really think Ariana should be doing that?” Punky nodded towards the stage, some deep thought inside her thinking of the tips she could get if she went up there, and licked that twat. Punky questioned where the thought came from, and dismissed it.

“They’re consenting adults. Its when the audience gets involved it needs to shut down. You know the rules.” Steve replied with a shrug. “Gotta admit, the shows are a bit hotter tonight than normal.”

Punky bit her lip, they were. As money continued to rain on the stage she had to admit, this was what they were here for.

Glancing around Punky pointed off to one side. “Maybe you should check on Ebony.”

Steve glanced over, it looked like she might be blurring the lines between what was allowed and where trouble starts with the law.

Sighing Steve walked over to speak to Ebony.

Frowning Punky couldn’t help but feel something was off about how Steve was so bluntly responding to what was going on. Leaning over next to Carl she decided to see if it truly was just her.

“Evening.” Carl plainly and pleasantly remarked as he watched Vixen step out onto the floor and quickly get approached for a lapdance.

“Anything seem off tonight Carl?” Punky asked looking at the tired man as he rubbed his eyes, his gaze feeling distant.

“I’ve slept all of maybe 18 hours in the last 4 days. Aside from my wife trying to get sometime together in before I left for work this is just another dreary sleep deprived night I have to get through.” Carl plainly replied, chewing his gum softly, the small action helping ever so slightly to keep him awake.

Seeing a crowd standing around one table off in a different direction shuffle Punky dropped her jaw. “Is that Crystal over there?” She asked in shock.

“Yeah, she and Destiny have some game going on.” Carl uttered tiredly turning his head to scan the room.

“WHAT!?!” Punky replied straightening up and seeing upon closer watching the two girls eating and fingering each other out. “And Alice is okay with this?”

“Alice ain’t said shit. They’re running a bidding war, waved us off twice. Unless a client touched them, its all technically allowed.” Carl responded covering his mouth as he yawned, following it with a few pronounced chews.

“Where is the bitch anyways?” Punky then asked, new perverted thoughts of just what she could get away with emerging and raced through her head as she glimpsed Vixen disappearing into the lapdance room leading a guy by his belt.

Carl just shrugged, Punky taking that as a cue to move on, her mind racing with exciting possibilities as a sudden daze fogged her mind and she went off to actually work.

Stopping at the cooler bar Punky pointed at a bottle, Savannah plucking it from the ice, drying it with a towel and taking the cap off before handing it to Punky. “Is it just me or doesn’t something seem up with everyone tonight?” Savannah asked, fully noticing the unusual conversation Punky had gone for with the ballroom bouncers.

“Uh yeah… I think its cuz Alice isn’t here.” Punky replied feeling like there was something more serious to hold on to as she felt drawn to go enjoy her work, grabbing the cooler and taking a swig of the corrupted **** before meandering off into the crowd.

Wondering what she was even being concerned about as she watched Legacy continue to hog the stage, resuming her pole dance as Ariana seemed to slip down off the stage towards the floor. Probably to suck cock, Punky thought. She paused for a minute questioning even considering that sweet Ariana would do that, a smirk crossing her lips as she swigged a little more of the corrupted ****. I would after that, Punky then considered looking around to see if there was anything that caught her eye.