Mr. Doe

You walk into your club and seamlessly shrug off your coat into the coat girls arms. She takes it away as you walk inside. The music is live, you've always insisted on live bands at the club. Some of your favorite girls are busy dancing on the seven stages set up around the club. The maitre'd steps up.

"Good evening Mr. Doe. Your manager requested that I tell you that he's got some things for you to go over."

Just what you fucking needed. More work when all you wanted to do was relax. You wonder how important the meeting could be and if a quick fuck would really ruin things for you. Scanning the club there looks to even be a fresh face amongst the waitresses. You love breaking the new girls in.