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that any hanky-panky took place. Janine and the bouncers were really strict about that. It was simply a matter of my being out of my comfort zone. I was a dancer, not a talker. It went with the territory, though, and I needed to get used to it.
    “Sure thing,” I replied, turning back and heading out into the crowded room.
    Table six was close to the horseshoe bar nearest the entrance. I saw the lone gentleman sitting there. He smiled as I approached. He looked like he was in his late fifties, perhaps early sixties. He reminded me of someone that my father might associate with in his line of business. It was obvious the man was a businessman of some sort.
    He stood as I got to the table, holding the chair next to him out for me to take a seat.
    “Thank you,” I murmured in the husky voice I used exclusively at the club.
    “What would you like to drink, Diamond?” he asked, motioning Renaldo over. His voice was soft. It lingered on my name a bit too long, as if he liked the way it felt on his lips and tongue. My creep radar was out big-time.
    “Club soda’s fine,” I replied. He placed our drink order, turning his full attention back to me.
    “My name’s Harry. I want to know everything about you, Diamond, every last detail.”
    This was typical of how these club one-on-one conversations went. Janine had clued me in to develop a fictional story, and then stick with it.
    “Well, Harry,” I crooned huskily, “there’s not a lot to tell. I was born in Kansas City. I lost my parents in a car accident when I was just three years old. My grandparents raised me on a farm. Needless to say, this girl wasn’t about to be tied down on a farm for the rest of her life. So, after I graduated high school, I high-tailed it to Chicago. That’s where I learned to dance. I’ve been doing it ever since. I came to Indy about three years ago. Chicago’s not a safe place for a single girl these days.”
    “I can imagine,” he said, his eyes were locked on my cleavage. I noticed his tongue dart quickly over his lips. He was totally creeping me out now.
    Renaldo brought my club soda and Harry’s martini. Harry didn’t bat an eye when Renaldo collected the $50 from him for this round of drinks.
    “What about you, Harry? Tell me a little something about yourself.”
    I gave him a smile, as if I was really interested in knowing something about Harry. The truth was, I was close to spitting my club soda down the front of him at this moment, hoping some of it would land in his crotch and dampen his spirits. I wasn’t pleased that his hand was occasionally rearranging his junk while he ogled my tits.
    I laughed inside, thinking about how much my demeanor had changed in three short weeks. The influence of the other dancers, bouncers, and even Janine had given me a hard edge that was new to me. I couldn’t imagine saying junk and tits to Becky.
    “So that’s pretty much why I’m here in Indy. I’ll be going back and forth to conclude business for the next couple of months.”
    Shit! I hadn’t been paying attention to Harry’s conversation; something about mergers and acquisitions, I think.
    “That’s so fascinating, Harry. You must really love what you do,” I commented, as if I’d actually heard him.
    “Honestly,” he purred, scooting closer, “I find what you do much more fascinating than anything else. How much for a private dance?”
    Thankfully, I was spared giving him an answer right then when a group of bikers came in through the entrance. I knew the bouncers would be congregating nearby.
    Bikers weren’t really the type of clientele that the club welcomed. There were about six of them. They took seats at the horseshoe bar. They all had the trademark black leather jackets on, which sported some type of insignia displaying proudly to which biker club they belonged.
    Garnet was up on the stage. As she paraded her scantily-clad body just above them, it prompted loud whistles, hoots, and hollers from the bikers. She