See Your Manager

You sigh and walk past the club into your offices. Mortimer Feinstein is waiting for you there with the nervous look he seems to always have.

"What is it this time?"

"Mr. Doe, it's Trixie. She's making some trouble, I think she might have opened her own place?"

"Is that all? Torch it."

"Mr. Doe, you know that Trixie's the favorite of the Chief of Police and the Mayor. I don't think we can do something that public."

"Then get her to come to a private meeting."

"Trixie isn't dumb. She'll know it's a trap."

"Christ Feinstein! I just got back from City Hall and I haven't even gotten a chance to clear my head."

Mortimer nods and presses a button on the desk and Lulu walks in. Lulu is a dancer and a good one. She's got big tits, long legs and knows how to move and grind. Most importantly, she's one of the girls that you have on call should anything arise while you're working.

"You want a moment alone?"