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what he wanted.  Simplicity.  Independence.  Freedom.
    The next set of girls was a bit more risqué.  The music was harder, the costumes more daring, the moves more suggestive.  But still, no sign of Nick’s sister.  He checked his watch.  Almost midnight.
    The lights dimmed and the fog machines created a rolling mist as the stage was prepared for the final act.  The minutes ticked by until finally, a hush fell over the crowd and men all across the room found themselves leaning forward in anticipation.  Looking around, Sean noticed that the crowd had grown considerably since he’d first arrived – quite a feat since it had been packed then. 
    It started with a low-pulsing base.  Black and red lights illuminated the dance floor, shining up eerily through the fog.  For a few seconds all of the lights went out, and when they came back on, three of the hottest women Sean had ever seen were positioned besides gleaming silver poles.
    Now this is what he was talking about.  Black leather held together with the skinniest of cords and shiny metallic rings.  Suicide heels.  Gleaming silver chains.  Oh, fuck yes.  Sean found himself shifting in his seat, too.
    The woman on the left side – where he was – drew his attention immediately.  Jesus, he thought, as his brain soaked in the image before him.  The dancer had the same color hair as Nicki.  The same lean, lithe build.  The same motherfucking tattoos .
    She remained on his side of the stage, one of three biker chicks dancing seductively along to ball-pounding heavy metal and screaming guitar.  Lace thongs.  Black leather jackets.  Mirrored shades.  High-heeled boots that went up to the thighs.  The jackets opened slightly, giving a peak at the black satiny lace beneath.  He watched, his mouth slightly open as he found himself wishing he was a shiny silver pole, just like probably every other guy in the place. 
    How the hell did she get her leg all the way up there like that?  And that, that was some serious muscle control, there.
    Sean couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Her moves were fluid, graceful.  Her body, while lush, was extremely toned, which Sean found very attractive.  There was something about the way her sculpted strength flexed and danced beneath all that soft, glistening skin that had him harder than iron.  Standing still, she was hot.  Moving, she was nothing short of a supernova. 
    And then oh, fuck him , the dancers were slinking down the stairs for highlighted lap dances.
    Sean was all too aware of the surge in male interest around him as the men started reaching for their wallets.  A possessive, almost primal growl started rolling through his chest as he saw dozens of hungry eyes glued to Nicki expectantly.  Like hell.
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    N icki’s eyes scanned the crowd, slightly unfocused, catching vague physical outlines and smudges of color.  She never looked at their faces, never.  It made it too personal, too real.  If she didn’t look into their eyes, then they weren’t real people, and she wasn’t really doing this.  It was just a job, a means to an end.  To find the rats you had to spend some time in the sewer.
    Most of the time she picked well, but there were other times she was not quite so adept.  Like that psycho the night before.  He’d seemed so normal; just another guy out for a little naughty fun.  Medium brown hair, average build, casually but well dressed.  He seemed safe enough. 
    At least until he touched her.  Then suddenly he seemed much bigger, much stronger than he first appeared, and she saw the touch of madness in his eyes.  That’s when her blood began to run cold and her skin crawled.  The man grabbed her ass hard and ground into her, his rancid breath nearly suffocating her as he told her all the things he was going to do to her. 
    And there had been nothing she could do about it, not without blowing her cover.  She’d thought security would be on the guy right away, but they