Trick Harmony into working the VIP room with you

"Of course I'll let you have it," you say, then you lean close and whisper in his ear, "If you work with me tonight, I'll give it to you all night long."

A low moan escapes his pouty lips and you see his cock twitch beneath his sparkly cheerleader skirt. It's much better to work with a partner--pleasuring yourself often leads to club patrons lending a hand, and they invariably just want to see how deep and how hard you can take it--but Harmony is such a miserable, whiny little bug, he doesn't have any friends to watch his back. And he's not smart enough to realize this.

"Sure, I'll work with you," he says.

"Great," you say, giving him a broad smile. "We get the VIP room tonight. With both of us, set-up will be a snap, and then we can relax until the customers arrive. I'll even grab us an extra bottle of champagne."

Harmony giggles. "Champagne makes my head spin."

"It's the bubbles," you tell him. Actually, it's the fact that faeries metabolize **** twice as fast as humans, getting them twice as drunk in half the time. "Don't worry, I won't let you drink too much."

"You know, you're really a nice guy," Harmony says. "I'm actually glad we had our little tiff."

"Oh, believe me, so am I," you say, glad the little bug is so oblivious as you are unable to hold back a wicked smile.

"All right, gentlemen, time to head for the club," Genie says, opening the front door. The club is only a hundred yards away, across a fenced courtyard. "Remember, this is free advertising, so don't give them anything they ought to be paying for. And for the love of Risus, keep away from the fences. I don't want to have to bite anyone because you got too close." He motions for everyone to get moving, and one by one, you file outside.

The evening is crisp and cool, the air smelling of smog and asphalt as you step outside. The sun hasn't quite set, bathing the front of the **** house in fading orange light. As you step down off the porch, Genie grabs you by the arm once again and pulls you aside.

"I saw you talking to Harmony," he says. "Looked like you got everything worked out."

"That's right," you say. "I apologized and he offered to work VIP with me. We're all good."

"Uh huh," he says, his ears flattening slightly. "I hope so, because I really don't want to have to bother Lord Riverdell with this drama queen bullshit."

"Don't worry, you won't," you say. "I should go; I have a lot of work to do."

Genie releases you and you hurry after the others, waving and blowing kisses to the fans gathered at the courtyard fence, hoping to get a free show.