Yes. And you get a surprise

It takes just under an hour to drive to Paradise Woods. It's part of a complex of businesses gathered around a major truck stop just off the highway. Dozens of semi-trailers are parked in the huge parking lot, and as you find a spot you can see a few lot-lizard whores working the trucks.

You walk past the all-night restaurant and step through the doors of Paradise Woods, You're a little surprised that there's no cover charge, and even more surprised that the place isn't a complete shithole. It's actually clean and reasonably tasteful, at least by strip club standards. The girl dancing on the main stage isn't the skanky looking meth queen you expected but an attractive, if not stunning woman who can actually dance.

The place is about half full of customers, most of them obvious truckers. You stroll around the room, looking for Len, finally finding him at a table in the corner of the room. He gives you a look and a nod as you pull out a chair and sit down.

He's a tall, athletic looking black man, his face angular and hard. He takes a sip of the drink in front of him before speaking.

"Mikey. Long time. What you doing up here?"

"Got something working."

"Heard you was hiding out. Heard the heat got turned up."

"You know how it goes. Gotta change it up sometimes. Like I said, I got something working."

"What you got for me?"

Before you can answer a waitress arrives and takes your drink order. She's prettier than you expected in a place like this, with her black dress painted on and a reasonably large set of tits on display. You watch her ass twitch as she walks away for a moment before answering Len. You put a flash drive on the table in front of you.

"Cards, IDs. Photos front and back. Some high end shit. There'll be more every week."

"And these are fresh?"

"Untouched. Owners don't know they've been jacked. This is just a taste, Len. Once you see it, you'll want more."

"Usual deal."

"Yeah, this time. But after you check it out and see how primo it is, I want another twenty points for every future delivery."

"Twenty's too much. For something I ain't even seen yet. If it's primo, maybe we could go another ten."

"Saw it off at fifteen and we have a deal. If it ain't primo, then we can both walk."

"Deal," he says, putting an envelope on your lap and picking up the flash drive. "You sticking around? Catch a couple of dancers, get wet with one of those meth bitches in the lot?"

"Nah, I'm good," you laugh, picking up the drink the waitress brings back. "I gotta get back."

You hear the DJ announcing a new dancer, 'Bambi' who is apparently returning to Paradise Woods after a summer tour of Boston and New York. You idly glance at the stage as the girl steps into her routine to the sound of 'Good Mornin' Little Schoolgirl' and stiffen in surprise.

She's wearing a Pink Rose Academy uniform.