He lets her into the club... in a way

"Not bad, Jenna. Could've been sexier about it, but at least you can listen once you shut that mouth. So maybe you'll be worth it after all. Put your hands behind your back."

_Worth it? _Jenna still hated how he said her name, but could feel herself responding to him, responding to the idea that she'd be worth it. She obediently put her hands behind her back, quickly enough that it drew another chuckle from him. "Better, much better. That's why you really came here tonight, isn't it? To show how grown up you are? To let everyone see you as an adult?"

She paled a little at how he described it, but he wasn't wrong. She nodded, still not trusting herself to speak or knowing if she was allowed to.

Then nearly jumped as she felt the bouncer's hand sliding up her thigh. "Well, you're better than nothing. And you'll do what you're told, which is better than some of the girls, at least. So I'll make you a deal. We've got a sister club next door that's more your style. You spend a few hours over there, show me you can be a good girl, and you can have your ID back and we forget all about you trying to sneak in."

A tiny, hollow voice in the back of her head tried to tell her that she should leave, back out, that she shouldn't listen to this stranger that already had her naked and clearly wanted more from her.

The rest of her hated that voice. It was the same voice that left her so lonely most of her life, so afraid, so anxious, so utterly isolated and alone. I don't want to be that girl, she told the tiny voice, even as she nodded to the bouncer. "I'll do it," she barely whispered it, but it was enough. The tiny voice fled, and the bouncer gave her a toothy grin as his hand continued to touch her body.