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[Aisha Lee]

The weekends were always busy. Always. Even in the holiday time they were packed with people who told their partners they were ‘down the pub’ or ‘doing a few things for work’. Not that Aisha was complaining, they kept her in a job. But sometimes she did step back and look at these sorts and think how strange it was. She came from a family and society that had firm beliefs that marriage and love was for life, and here they all were disregarding that rule.

Just because her people lived by that rule, it didn’t mean Aisha did.

She had done her bit on the stage, just some simple pole work. Her routine was not designed to wow her clients on how technically brilliant it was, more on how many erotic positions she could twist herself into around a pole. Being double jointed was a blessing in this business. Since changing, fixing her make up and counting up her tips she was ready to go back out into the fray. Her outfit was simple, heels and tights drawn up by suspenders, a black Basque and lace panties. After inspecting herself half heartedly in the mirror she traipsed out of the dressing rooms, waving to a couple of guys and girls she knew who were about to go on stage.

Slinking through the Cave it wasn’t long before she was stopped. A man and a few of his friends lounged in one of the booths whistled and signalled for her to come over. Turning on her heel Aisha complied, stopping at the entrance of their booth and leaned on one side, trying not to compare how his whistling might have sounded if he was calling a small dog. The leader of the pack eyed her up and down, before settling to address Aisha by her breasts. “Get us some, refreshments eh darling?” His teeth were ever so slightly yellow and his hair was beginning to recede. Aisha plastered on what they would think was a enticed smile and nodded, turning away to the bar.

However, the hearty slap across the back of her thighs didn’t go unnoticed. She just chose to ignore it.

It was easy after a while working here. Customers would try anything, but one had to be resolute. Sexy yes, seductive yes, but Aisha was still technically working. The bosses let them off soon for any ‘extra requests’ any clients had, and there were always some. Some strange requests too.

“Can you get me a round of drinks for the booth over there?” She said to one of the bartenders, gesturing over her shoulder and leaned on the bar, waiting for their order.

[Scout Littleton]

"Are you fucking mental, Goof? Do you think I'm fucking mental? Get that shit away from me and go find some tosspot who wants to go back behind bars. You stupid looking prick, what if there's an undercover cop in here? Ever think of that? No. O'course not. Fucking knobhead!"

As the taller guy, the "knobhead", skulked into the shadows again, tucking his supply out of sight and looking as disappointed as he was wasted, (his eyeballs were bloodshot and sunken into his thick skull), a slightly shorter bloke with wild dark curls and a little stubble growing on his youngish looking face stepped out onto the main floor of the Cave of Wonders. Observing his surroundings with amusement written all over his face and a cigarette hanging limply between his lips, Scout Littleton took it all in; the lighting, the music, and most importantly, the women.

People like Goof, they could come here and wave their Crystal Meth around in your face, but to Scout, that shit just wasn't acceptable. He knew some dealers around town, sure. He'd dabbled in that side of the business in the past, but that was before he got caught out by the cops. Grass-snakes, the lot of them, just waiting to spring out at you. Anyways, the point was, people like Goof pissed him off waving shit like that under his nose in the open. He was a "reformed" character, you could say. He never dealt drugs these days, there seemed to be a lot of competition out there anyway. Not that he'd ever do Meth, no. He was far too pretty for that shit.

Meandering through the tables, where old pervs and young pervs alike were brought together to ogle the sexy "toys" now draping themselves shamelessly around their poles in next to nothing, Scout watched the shows but was able to tear his gaze away just as easily. He'd seen it all - fat chicks, midgets on the poles, fat midgets, hell even monkeys! Stopping at the bar, he slid a some money over to the bar-tender and ordered up a round of whiskey shots. Receiving his change and dropping it into the palm of the nearest dancer with a wink, he knocked back the first glass and set it down on the bar with a slight clink that went unheard over the music. A mass of bright red hair caught the corner of his eye and he turned around to find himself looking at someone who always knew how to steal his attentions away.

"Hey sexy, lookin' fer a good time?", he called over to Aisha in his smooth Irish accent, wiggling his brows in a devilish manner he knew would earn him a glare, or even a kick in the nuts from anyone else he'd done it to.

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[Aisha Lee]

Every man loves a redhead. It’s the idea they’ll be somewhat more passionate and fiery than other women. Of course, Aisha dyes her hair; a million miles away from the gypsy girl with long dark hair living in a caravan by the side of the road. Perhaps she had lived a tough life, but Aisha never showed it. She still remembered the reaction of her family when they first saw what she had done to her hair. Traveller women never normally cut their hair, rarely dyed it. But the clients loved it.

So she watched lazily as a round of shots was dealt and set out onto her tray. With a bored sigh she glanced over to her awaiting table, who were now goggling the nearest pole dancers near to them and was about to pick up her tray when a familiar voice cut across the music that filled the Cave. Looking over her shoulder her dark eyes picked up the owner of that voice easily - it would only be Scout. In all honesty, Scout was good looking enough to pick up any girl, aside from a stripper, but the dark haired man just so happened to be on the wilder side of life. Anyone who fitted that category was going to go down well with Aisha.

Of course, Aisha was always happy to see Scout. He enjoyed sex as much as she did - and when it was with someone she found attractive, as opposed to going through the notions in order to get paid, it was always a good change. But he couldn’t have timed it better, she now had the perfect excuse to not return to her ‘friends’ over in the booth. Scout was in here regularly, usually drank a lot and indulged in as many women he could get his hands on - so a bit of customer loyalty was not to be disregarded was it? Plus the redhead had the inclination she would have a lot more fun with the dark haired guy than being pawed over by a forty-something man with a missing front tooth.

“Here Roxy, you wouldn’t do me a favour and take these over to that booth?” She called to a short blonde stripper with impressive cleavage. She was sure every strip joint had a girl named Roxy, Aisha thought as the other girl strutted off to the table. And good luck to her, she watched the blonde with a raised eyebrow before slinking in Scout’s direction. It didn’t take her long to reach him.

“I’m always looking for a good time, you should know that Scout.” She drawled, laying a hand suggestively on his arm. “Why, what tickles your fancy tonight?” She asked playfully, a smirk lighting her delicate face as she waited for a response.