The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K

"Hey, Kayla! How's it going?"

"Fine, fine," Miss K replied as she fished out a 5 spot from her purse.

Trying to avoid conversation, she quickly walked away on her heels, made her way to a table near one of the runways and sat down. As the girl on the runway did her routine, Miss K sat back and soaked in the surroundings, ordering a beer from one of the waitresses that passed by. Nursing her beer, she let her eyes adjust to the lighting scheme and surveyed the club around her. Businessmen sat the various tables around her, quietly making deals and buying table dances for clients, while others sat around looking at the girls on the runways in the club, glaring lustily at the silicone-enhanced babes listlessly bumping and grinding to the hip-pop soundtrack. Quickly bored by the girls on stage, she scanned the club for the girls walking around, looking for customers for table and private dances. While the dresses they wore were falsely glamorous, the women often weren't.

Since this was one of the more upscale clubs, the girls who worked the club were more the model type, with faces that could fit in as well on a magazine cover as in a club. They were generally tall and beautiful, and their bodies seemed perfect, even if some of them got help from a good plastic surgeon. Miss K checked out each of the ladies, finding one that wouldn't mind giving a girl a dance and fit her fancy, when she saw the girl she wanted. She had long, straight black hair hanging to her waist, held back by a head band and framing her long, petite, curvy body. She glided through the room in white ankle-length spaghetti-strap dress, slit up to her hip to reveal one long leg and clingy enough to show off her natural-large breasts, wide hips and tiny waist. When she finally made it to within 5 feet of her, Miss K made her move.

"Hey! Um, could you come here?"

"Yeah," the girl replied. "What do you want?"

"Are you available for a private dance?"