Trouble in the form of ...

Max slowly walked down the hallway, she could hear moans coming from all the rooms as she walked.

In this light her underwear seemed to disappear and merge color with her skin. Max focused her sight as she walked as she made out a room at the end of the hallway with a light under it and could hear some men talking.

Max took off her high heals she grabbed form the changing room as she leaned over, creeping up to the door and looked through the creak.

"So all goes well", the first voice asked. It was Nathan. "Yeah, i even saw that new girl you hired already take a skinny little guy to the pleasure rooms", replied the second voice.

Max could see the video behind them change to the room as Sketchy still lay there uncocoius. "Hehehe, he is still out of it" the second voice chuckled.

"Where is she now"? asked Nathan. "Dunno, last i saw her when i was at the bar was her mingling around the club in her underwear", replied the first voice. "Good good ... keep an eye on her, if she proves decent she might be worth taking to the auction", said Nathan.

"No worrys, i better head back to the bar, there is some guy asking about the dancers", replied the second voice.

Max stood up and freaked. There was hardly anywhere to hide.

Max quickly stalked down the hall to a red door and pushed herself as hard as possible to the door to hide in the shadows.

Max heard steps from down the hall approach then a man walked right up to her. He wasnt very attractive. His hair was greasy and he had bad face stubble. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigerates. His elbow was mear centrimetres away from her bra covered breasts.

He light the cigarete and blow the smoke into Max's face. She held her breath as the man walked down the hall and back into the club. Max waited an extra few seconds before she started her coughing.

Suddenly in her coughing fit, she fell backwards and opened the door behind her. She fell back and bashed her head as the door flew open then slammed shut from her weight against the door. Max stood up and and rubbed her head, she looked around and tried to figure out what was happening.

Suddenly the music went dead and Max heard a voice. "Now for your viewing pleasure, take those hands of your ladies for a minutes, and eyes to stage as we introduce one of our dancers, everyones favorite stripper, and her infamous technic of how deep she can be, NIGHT STICK NANCY!!!!", Max looked around realized she was on stage behind the curtains. To the side of the door stood a nightstick, police hat and belt.

The Curtain opened as music started playing and the stage opened up. Max only had a few seconds to decide, try to escape or put on the clothes and dance.