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senior
ranks, and to a degree, so long as targets were met, and business came in, she
could almost do as she pleased. She clearly surprised a few bleary eyed junior
agents by turning up on this Saturday. They almost jumped to attention from
their ‘sorry ass’ slumbers trying to cover up the excesses of the previous
night. It didn’t work and Jody milked the moment all the same with a few ‘tut,
tuts’ and belittling looks of mock despair and disapproval.
    “You can
all get back to sleep,” she said. “I’m only here for five minutes.”
    Following
on from where they left ‘The Plan’ the night before, she was here for the phone
numbers of some of her more discreet clients. They’re not the sort of numbers you keep on your mobile.
    She
‘swanned’ her way through the shop and then behind the counter, slapping Ben on
the back of the head as she passed him. He fell forwards to place all four legs
of his non-recliner back on the floor and spun quickly to catch a ‘ none too subtle’ ogle of her arse.
    He drew
in some air, and leaned back with his arms behind his head in a state of
‘content’ for his moment and was then smacked on the head again by one of the
other girls.
    Upstairs,
Jody went through her files looking first for Bill Anderson. In Jody’s
calculations, the guys in the office, and the blokes she knew socially, were
all too young to be of any use with this kind of homework. Sure they’d know all
the best places to go, but they’d be dangerous. The bastards would turn up and
spoil the whole thing. They were too risky. Bill, on the other hand was almost
like an uncle to her, an ‘older’ friend. Full of smut
and innuendo, of course, he is a bloke, but old enough to be her dad.
    Bill
would most likely be over the moon to help. A little ‘under the counter’
assistance to reward her for the ‘more clandestine’ of his travel arrangements
would be ‘right up his street’. “He’d see her right,” she thought.
    She
called him.
    “Bill, I
need your help please.”
    “No, I’m
not in trouble, I have a little favour to ask but you’ve got to keep it to
yourself, promise?”
    “I’ll do
my best. What is it?” he asked.
    “Well,
I’m not quite sure how to put this. So I’ll just say it. Me, and my friend,
Rachael, want to give Lap Dancing a go. We think we’d be good. The money will
come in handy and we love dancing. What do you… ”
    Bill
interrupted, saying, “I don’t have any night clubs, I run a trucking company.
    “I know
that,” Jody jumped back in. “I just wanted your opinions on where to go, either
for a job or to talk to someone who has contacts. Can you help us or do you
know someone who can?”
    “Now,
you know I don’t go to those sorts of places.”
    “Yeah
right!”
    “OK, OK.
Well, as a connoisseur of such delightful establishments I can definitely tell
you where not to go. I have a club card for ‘Stringfellows’, but the best place
I believe is the new one just off Shaftesbury Avenue.
    “What’s
it called?”
    “Leave
it with me for now. My mate Barry knows one or two people down there. I’ll do
some asking around and see if we can’t get you looked after. And,” he paused,
“can I have the first dance?”
    Jody knew
he’d said it as a joke but she also knew it came with a lot of hope and
sincerity.
    “I’d
love that little bottom of yours rubbing around in my lap,” he added.
    “I know
you would. But would your wife approve?”
    “She
doesn’t care about strip clubs, and anyway she doesn’t need to know. About you
I mean.”
    Bill’s
pleading smile was obvious, even over the phone.
    “We’ll
see. It depends how good you are to me.”
    “…. And
Rachael,” she quickly added.
    “I’ll be
good then,” he said. “Leave it with me, and I’ll call you later.
    “Thanks
Bill. You’re the best.”
    Jody was
getting all excited again, and called Rachael to tell her about progress so
far. She didn’t bother with any other contacts