Two people join in

You're about to answer when your attention is caught by the sight of two large men entering the club. They look around, as if searching for something, and in that moment you recognise them. Tony Dogs and his partner Frank Lupello, button men for the Tortella family and Theresa Maglio's protectors.

About the same time you recognise them Tony notices you. He taps Frank and nods, the two of them walking over towards you. Tony has an oily insincere smile on his face while Frank looks as if he is carved out of granite.

"Mind if we join you?" Tony says, not waiting for a reply and sitting down in an empty chair. "How you doing sweetheart?" he leers at Lyndsey.

"We were just discussing that with 'Bambi'," you answer before Lyndsey can speak. "Seems she's doing a little moonlighting here. Neglecting her studies at Pink Rose." Tony leans back in his chair and looks at you with hooded eyes before turning his gaze on Lyndsey. She gives him a pretty smile, but you can see her chin tremble slightly.

"That right sweetheart? You go to school? How old are you sweets?"

"We were just discussing how much of a problem an underage dancer can be for a club like this," you say.

"Could be lots of trouble," Tony nods. "Management wouldn't be happy. Maybe you should stick to your studies sweetheart."

"I have ID," she says weakly. "I'm twenty one."

"We've already done this bit 'Bambi'. Where we're at is deciding just what you can do to smooth things over. "

"What do you want?" she asks nervously, pulling her robe tighter around her sweet teen body.

"A little time in the VIP room would be a start," you say with a smile.

"Oh sure," she says, relief in her voice. "That's no problem. You could have just said so and not tried to bully me. It's a hundred bucks a lap dance in there. No touching, but I get real close." She winks playfully.

"No, you're not getting it Lyndsey," you say firmly. "It's free, as in no charge. For all four of us. Either that, or we'll go talk to management about you right now."

The relief in her face crumbles at your words, but she shakes her head. "I've gotta pay the house when I take a customer back there. Fifty bucks for every half hour. You've gotta pay me at least that."

"You made that and more up on stage right now. This is on you. After all, it's not like you really need the money, is it?"

She bites her lip, her eyes worried as she glances from one to another of you as you watch her in silence. After a moment she nods, standing up and forcing a smile back on her pretty face. "Why not? Step right this way gentlemen, you can bring your drinks with you."