She gets groped alot but otherwise things go alright

Bria quickly found that there wasn't much difference between the rowdy downstairs crowd and the more laid-back upstairs one.

Downstairs hands reached out to grope her, smacking her butt or yanking aside her top to expose her breasts, but the hands were much less reticent about actually touching her beneath her clothes. The one person who did slipped a finger into her pussy, only to have a bouncer storm over and yank it out with a cracking sound.

Upstairs, on the other hand, seemed to grant patrons a sense of entitlement and less attention from the bouncers. While bent over to hand out drinks a man slipped first one finger and then a second into her pussy, causing her to freeze and look over at the big men manning the stairs. Neither bouncer looked her way except for a cursory glance. She quickly unloaded the rest of the drinks and stepped back, accepting their tips.

On her way back to the bar she realized the man had left something within her pussy.

"The men love to slip a little something in to the old coin slot, as they like to call it," Chris said with an eyeroll when she saw Bria stop, wide-legged.

Bria blushed, earning a laugh from Chris, who refused to look away as Bria fished a tip from between her legs.

"Happens especially when you wear small panties," Chris grinned. Bria didn't bother to mention that she wasn't wearing any panties.

The rest of the day went by surprisingly quickly, though Bria was sure she'd have bruises in her most intimate places from all the hands and fingers. At the end of it Chris waved her over to the bar where she was handing money over to Mr. Rodriguez.

"Come," he said, and walked away.

Bria blinked after him, then put her tray on the bar and trotted after him. Mr. Rodriguez pushed through a door beside one of the burly bouncers and walked up a carpetted staircase, unlocked the door at the top, and the two entered.

Mr. Rodriguez ignored Bria as she edged wide-eyed into the room, taking in the red-themed opulence. One wall was a window - a see-through mirror she realized - overlooking the strip club, while another had a wall of security cameras. The other had a closed door and a number of black filing cabinets.

Dominating the center of the room, facing the door, was a giant black wooden desk, mostly clear at the moment and reflecting the lights like a mirror.

The burly owner waved her toward a pair of hard rickety chairs sitting in front of the desk before settling himself into a plush leather chair that could've sat a giant.

As the man pulled the money from the envelope Bria stared, watching him count rapidly through the money. He jotted something on the envelope, put the cash back in, and went through another. He repeated the process several more times, during which Bria fidgeted, opening her mouth a few times before changing her mind.

Eventually he stopped and looked up at her.