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--1

Cali checked her outfit in the mirror. She was a short calico cat with a dancer's build and a generous chest. Her panties, top, and thigh bands all matched her pretty green eyes. Inherently she was graceful and feminine, but she had a wicked spark in her eye hinting at a feisty personality which barely fit in such a small package.

Coordinated with Cali was Sheila in identical dress, colored blue to match her soft eyes while contrasting her fiery red hair. Her distant homeland of Tasmania brought wild Aussie stereotypes with it, but she was markedly more calm and sweet than Cali. Fantastic as her toned, firm body and plump breasts were, her exceedingly uncommon species of thylacine turned just as many heads. Her being snapped up by the famously exclusive Six Pack gentleman's club was no surprise.

Cali was an inch short of five feet; Sheila easily peered over her head and their eyes met in the mirror. Coyly, Cali asked, "You 'bout ready?"

"Uh-yuh," Sheila chuckled. An Australian accent that she hadn't made any attempt to curb lent every word a jolly charm. "Where'd Contessa be, though?" For several weeks her accent compelled her to abbreviate Contessa's name to just Tessa. After some increasingly heated scoldings from the lady in question, Sheila altered at least that much of her dialect.

"I'm over here," drifted Contessa's Midwestern voice from behind a changing screen. Many rooms in the Six Pack were kept dark, moody but not sullen, draped in casino shades like olive, burgundy and black. Her silhouette moved little behind the screen, details lost in the ambiguous low-light shadows. When she stepped around the screen, both Cali and Sheila looked with appreciation at her figure.

Contessa was the headliner of the act and arguably the entire dancer roster. Besides being the founder and owner of Six Pack, her physical assets were impressive. She was a very tall skunk in sharp, classic black and white, uniquely endowed with three pert sets of breasts which were the club's namesake. To accommodate these breasts her torso was elongated like that of a marten, but the cool grace with which she moved plus her dynamite sexuality kept the mind from fixating on her unusual physique. Unlike her backup dancers she didn't coordinate her outfit with any of her colors. Instead she obscured each nipple with a red tassel and wore matching ruffled panties and thigh bands.

"You're doing tassels, huh," Cali clucked and grinned. She started to capably brush her hair while she spoke, but Sheila took over for her in dancer camaraderie "Any changes to the routine?" the cat went on to ask, obligingly tilting her head forward for Sheila.

Sheila fussed lightly over Cali's hair while she brushed it just right. Contessa stretched and pouted out all six breasts by arching her back. Their sizes and shapes were ideal, each a perfect handful. "No," Contessa answered curtly, "just keep the energy up. There's a potentially big client here on a guest pass tonight."

"Sounds like we got us a high rolluh out there," Sheila chimed in with a smile. Deciding Cali's hair was perfect, she took the brush to her own locks.

Contessa nodded at Sheila and her full hair bounced gently. "This guy's a musician. Multi-platinum rockstar, sex fiend, that kind of thing." She smiled wanly, which Cali met and Sheila responded to with a toothy grin. "He's cute, I'll admit, but he's on a choke leash right now. His sleazy manager wanted to him all-access but he's a guest like all the other new guys. With that said," Contessa paused and needlessly adjusted her middle set of breasts, "I found out he's got a thing for women with more than one set of breasts."

One of Sheila's favorite rockstars had been in a highly publicized relationship with such an endowed woman. She had an idea of who the high roller was now, and in fact she had a well-loved and curled glossy of the singer in the frame of her mirror. Suddenly she had a tight and toothy grin but she kept to herself and occupied herself fully with her hair. It wouldn't do to pester her boss like a teenage girl.

Contessa looked at Cali with a tight smile. "He likes small girls." She turned to Sheila, "And exotic breeds."

Cali started to compliment Contessa on playing to their new client when the floor manager poked her head in. Bespectacled, nerdy and young, a tabby cat with a tablet braced against her flat chest and a headset looped about her ear. She looked like she was ready to launch a space shuttle, not queue up strippers. She was pretty, but not beautiful or sexy like the dancers. "Sixty seconds to your routine, okay?"

Contessa knew the girl well and appreciated her punctuality and formality. "Thank you, Leslie," said Contessa, and the girl promptly nodded and left. Not all of the dancers were so kind to the other staff, but as the boss, Contessa made it a point to treat the floor managers and gophers respectfully. Any girls dancing with her fell in line with her behavior unquestioningly.

Sheila dropped the brush on the vanity. Silver, calico and red hairs were threaded all through it. "Awright, let's make some dollas," she grinned.

"Yep, let's go," Contessa said and stepped out through the side door, labeled STAGE ENTRANCE.

Each of Six Pack's dancers could skilfully dance alone and each had free reign in designing their routine. Contessa liked for her dancers to have the freedom to use their own judgment, though she was strict as a choreographer. Being a longtime dancer with a great eye for talent lent her an innate sense of what would be most provocative, and as the owner of the club she wielded the power to devise any dance set she wanted. Just as she had this night, she often tailor-made shows to suit high rollers.

The lights dimmed around the main floor of the club while house lights lit up the stage, then came the music, rock with electronica for a hard beat. It was slow to start and the long intro gave Contessa, Cali and Sheila time to saunter out. To be expected, Contessa was front and center with Cali and Sheila close behind.

Six Pack featured modular stages, and tonight three poles were set up. Contessa's was near the front of the stage, flanked by ten feet on either side by two more. When the drums entered the music Contessa took to the pole where she swayed, bent and twirled. She twisted up in her fluffy tail when she pirouetted, and straightened it out just to tangle up the other way, all to playfully cover herself up. Cali and Sheila bumped and ground, teased each other under their frilly bands in near-perfect symmetry. They leaned in closer still and shared a shallow kiss on the lips. They twirled together as if in a tango, broke off and pulled the other's top off as they separated. Their fine, naked breasts spurred as much applause as the kiss had.

From a booth with an excellent and unobstructed view of the stage sat Kahnso. He sipped his martini and ignored the olive when it bumped his lip. Watching Contessa and her girls move and grind made for dry lips and lewd thoughts. Every now and then he thought one of them glanced his way and met his ruby eyes with mutually dirty intent.

Sheila may have had a hint, but only Contessa knew exactly who and where the high roller was, and though the grandstanding was mostly for him, she never paid him any special mind. Her body was up there for all of the hungry eyes in the crowd, and a good stripper gave everyone the same happy feeling, lap dances notwithstanding. She and her carefully-chosen girls were cut from the same cloth, and they put it on display for everyone to see, not just favorites and VIPs.

Kahnso wasn't alone in switching his attention from girl to girl, though just as many in the audience had their favorites. To many of the regulars, Contessa's six main attributes and the confident swagger in her dance was an enormous draw. Cali was the obvious choice for any and all boys who liked the small girls with boundless energy. Camouflage colors and showstopping legs added to her appeal. Sheila was a temporary flavor but in her short stint she had garnered a loyal fan base with praise to go along with it. She was as energetic as Cali but a much more exotic creature, and she always got her fair share of attention whether she was dancing or not.

The rhythm stayed the same but the music eased off to just drums, with glitched electronic chitters for flavor in the background. At long intervals the lights strobed and briefly made the girls move in what looked like stop motion. They kept their eyes closed to stay oriented and worked both by touch and high-tolerance choreography.

None of the audience knew how or when it happened, but when the music came back in full force (a wall of sound for the finale) and the lights came up, all three dancers had shed their panties. Thigh bands and Contessa's tassels stayed but pink pussies were shown in playful glimpses when they jumped and twirled around their poles with legs spread for one last display. Though the cheering was noisy, it was overwhelmed by the music, but still apparent to and appreciated by the dancers.

All through the club the song beat like a heart. It was close to the end now and so was the dance. Contessa dismounted her pole, twisted away from it and never stopped moving her hips. The gyration kept her breasts in hypnotic motion. With similarly easy grace, Cali and Sheila converged on Contessa by sliding over on the lacquered wood of the stage. The last beats of the song about to come to a clean, sharp end. Cali and Sheila wrapped an arm each around Contessa and cupped her bottommost breasts. The last snare of the song crashed and Contessa grabbed a breast each on her dancers. Pressing up close and holding each other so intimately spurred an ovation which long outlasted the stage lights.

--2

In the cover of darkness, the dancers stepped down from the stage and briefly disappeared through a staff-only door. They returned as they had entered, ll in thigh bands and Contessa's tassels, but now with sleek white tablets in their paws. They broke off from one another, Cali and Sheila tending the tables, taking orders on their tablets and getting tips and compliments. Contessa meandered out of the way of the usual clients and left them to Cali, Sheila and the few dedicated waitresses Six Pack employed. She went right for the booth Kahnso had to himself and gave him a savvy smile when their eyes met. "I hope you're having a pleasant evening, mister Kahnso," she said to him, tablet perpendicular to a middle breast.

Kahnso was generally quick to dismiss formalities but he was lackadaisical in doing so here. He ogled Contessa's breasts with glazed eyes. Speaking to her endless bosom instead of her face, he crooned, "Very, very pleasant, sweetheart."

Pet names were only just tolerable to Contessa. She wouldn't feed the habit but neither would she reprimand the rockstar. In this respite which came with his wandering, lusty eyes, Contessa decided to similarly size Kahnso up. She had seen images of him on the internet but his physical size was still surprising. Contessa herself was a very tall woman, yet Kahnso was nearly as tall seated. Every picture she had seen of him had him wearing just a backless loincloth, sometimes a few bangles and always a locket, but at Six Pack he wore track pants and a dark beater. He wore no bangles or a locket, but expensive sunglasses were tucked over his black hair. He was impressively sized and quite a handsome man, though Contessa saw dozens of attractive men every day and night. Until he proved otherwise he was just a client to her, and though that did command respect from her, said respect went both ways.

On each table was a tablet not unlike the ones the waitresses carried around, though locked in a menu app. Kahnso's was face-down, unused. Some regulars never touched them and preferred to flag down the dancers just for the sake of doing so. Contessa doubted if Kahnso knew how things worked at Six Pack yet. Given his intent ogling, she had little difficulty guessing what had distracted him. "Care for anything?" She broke his concentration when she spoke, and his gaze broke with it a moment later.

Kahnso looked into Contessa's eyes and sat back in the plush booth seat. "Depends on what's on the menu," he grinned.

Never heard that before, Contessa thought, the mental analog of a sigh. "Menu's in front of you," she said and nodded to the tablet on the table. Kahnso's eyes followed hers and settled on the device. While he picked it up and toyed with the menu, she chuckled and said, "Someone will be by to take your order when you place it. Welcome to the Six Pack."

Kahnso watched her naked hips and firm ass as she sauntered off. He drew his tongue lewdly across his oversized canines and turned his eyes back on the tablet. "Six Pack, go figure," he said under his breath.

--3

Cali padded past Contessa and they nodded mutually. The cat had a dark tray balanced on her fingertips, and drinks covered its surface, arranged carefully for perfect balance. After she dropped off the drinks she came back to Contessa with a few extra fives and tens in her thigh bands. When they served customers, the dancers usually exhibited a cool sense of urgency and Cali expressed this by thumbing through the pending orders on her tablet. "You need me?" she asked, attention skewed more to Contessa than the orders.

"Our new high roller finally placed an order, I want you to deliver it." Contessa could enjoy straightforward authority, but she was smiling at Cali. "Keep him entertained, but remember that he's on a trial membership."

"Got it," Cali smartly answered, and in the kitchen she found the rockstar's tray with nachos and two glasses of beer on it.

An attitude succinctly described as feline carried Cali through much of her work. She could be a sweet kitty when privileged clients caught her eye and treated her right, but she idled at fiery playfulness. Her authentic attitude garnered tips and reverence from the patrons without putting them off and that was all that mattered to Contessa. Keeping clients engaged was the goal of any good gentleman's club.

Hot little Cali's stride didn't falter when she saw how massive Kahnso was. Being smaller than him was meaningless because she was smaller than everybody. Conversely, his features lit up when he spotted her. She met him with a coy smile and a playful lash of her tail, and she made quite an affair of bending to set his tray down. He didn't lick or nip at her but neither did he recoil politely. "Evening, sir," she purred to him. "Can I get you anything else?"

Kahnso's eyes slowly rolled from Cali's pert breasts to the tray. Back to Cali now, first her breasts and then her eyes with a smile. "Just about," he said coyly.

Cali bent an arm, braced her paw on her hip and tilted with sass. Her tablet was in her other paw and it rested harmlessly on her thigh. "Sure, what might that be?" she asked brightly despite knowing already.

Kahnso smiled mischievously and showed a hint of his teeth besides fangs. "I'm hungry for something special," he said, "it's been a damn long time since I've eaten some hot pussy."

The calico rolled her eyes, chuckled and straightened out her posture. In pressing her legs tightly together, she made the lips of her pussy all but disappear. Solely for effect she flipped through menus on her tablet. "I'm not seeing that, sorry," she said with a thin smile on her face.

In his seat Kahnso slanted his body and leaned closer. Cali saw a puppy dog look in his eyes, wholly undermined by their vibrant red hue. She thought his eyes looked like an overexposed photo for the high angle. Dejected but lewd, "You wouldn't take a special order for a guy like me, babe?"

"Now listen," Cali said sharply, something she mentally berated herself for. She continued in a gentler yet still firm tone. "We're not that kind of club. Look but don't touch."

Kahnso face soured enough that Cali's hackles raised and she nearly brought out her claws. He sighed through his nostrils, sat up straight, plaintively ate one of his nachos and then had a drink of his beer. It was such an awkward pause that Cali started to turn to leave when the rockstar said, "Hold up, here's a tip."

The smile on Cali's face was tight and annoyed. Kahnso reached out with a muscular paw and slipped a twenty into her thigh band before she could say otherwise. "Thanks," she said quietly No reply from Kahnso, not even a glance. She left the fox alone and walked away. Celebrities were temperamental things, but she felt proud of herself for saying no and meaning it.

Soon Cali met Contessa by the kitchens again. Contessa's coy smile asked for information and Cali was eager to provide it. "Oh, he's a pig," she opened, much to Contessa's amusement. "He tried the hot pussy line," the little calico grinned.

"I didn't expect much else. I'll take him his order this time."

A wary glance at the skunk. "You gonna yell at him, kick him out?"

Contessa shook her head, but not vigorously. "He's new. He gets the benefit of the doubt." She had a sliver of a grin on her face. "What did you think of him other than that?"

Cali shrugged and her breasts bounced. "He's handsome, nice voice. Cool teeth." She gave Contessa that wary look again and picked up a tray for one of her orders. "I wouldn't mind keeping him around if he shaped up. Wouldn't miss him the way he is now, though." The cat left with a tray.

Contessa was a businesswoman, and arguably as talented at the head of the Six Pack as she was on its stage, but despite being so headstrong she did keep her patrons in her thoughts with her dancers. If Kahnso wanted to be a pig, his manager could find him another club.

A young male hyena in a white smock stepped out of the kitchen with Kahnso's new order. When Contessa saw him, she politely took it from his paws. In regard to Contessa he nodded politely but said nothing. She didn't know his name yet and made a mental note to change that later. She considered it prudent to know all of her staff, whether they danced or not.

In his booth with the lightest of drunken haze was Kahnso. He was coolly watching the dancers in the current set grind and sway. Contessa's black and white coat was invisible to Kahnso until she was very close and her presence startled him, though not visibly. She tracked his eyes with hers as she swapped the trays. He was watching her breasts carefully and couldn't focus on any of the six for long. To break and then gain his attention she said, "Here y'are, mister Kahnso," and the smallest twang of a natural Tennessee accent broke into her practiced Chicagoan voice briefly enough to be forgotten.

Kahnso looked away from Contessa's boobs in favor of the tray before he dared to meet her eyes. He seemed mostly lucid and he smiled tightly. "You people weren't kidding when you said no touching."

"No, we weren't," Contessa smiled back. In her tone was slight sympathy, but whether feigned or genuine, she would never tell. "I was told you gave Cali a hard time. Tell me something, do you like it here?"

Like a child with his hand in the cookie jar, Kahnso shrugged, mumbled and avoided Contessa's sharp eyes.

"If you like it here," she insisted, "you might treat our dancers with respect. We're all here to please, but not like that. You get up on stage and perform, right?"

Kahnso looked back at Contessa and grinned challengingly. "Yeah, I do. I bet you never had a beer bottle full of piss thrown at you, though."

A simpler mind might have misconstrued it as a threat. Contessa understood perfectly and shook her head slowly. "Can't say I have, but just because your crowds don't always behave doesn't entitle you to be a troublemaker." Contessa leaning down now, putting herself face to face with Kahnso, inflicting motherly dominance despite only a tiny gap in their ages. "So if you like it here, and if you want to be treated better... Behave," she winked. "You want to know who decides what patrons get better passes and more attention?"

Kahnso gave her an obliging look.

"I do," she said with no conceit. Contessa caught him with a smile now and he mirrored it. "So you be nice to my dancers and I'll be nice to you. Hm?"

"Sure," Kahnso chuckled and sat back. "What'd you say the kitty's name was?"

"Cali," she answered. "And the next two words out of your mouth to her better be I'm sorry," Contessa said dryly.

Kahnso actually winced. "All right. So hey," he grunted. Contessa leaned in to listen over the music. Kahnso surprised her by keeping eye contact even with her full breasts in his face. "What's with the passes? What do you get out of them?"

Aware of the need to get back to working tables, Contessa thus saw a good way to subtly dominate the rockstar and answer him. Never removing her eyes from his, she reached over to the tablet on his table. Not just menus, they also had an info kiosk function which she called up with a single press.

Kahnso didn't turn his head but he rolled his eyes to the tablet. On it now was a handy list with pictures and concise text descriptions of each pass. Contessa pulled the tablet closer to him and plunked a finger down on the topmost entry: guest passes. "You are here," she chuckled. As Kahnso picked up the tablet she squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, then sauntered off.

Each tier among Six Pack's guests had little perks like better food and preferred seating, though Kahnso's eyes were naturally drawn to the perks involving the dancers. After his tight leash of a guest pass came a silver pass which permitted him to lap dances. Gold offered the same and revoked the maddening do-not-touch policy. Platinum was enigmatically yet succinctly described as "anything a Six Pack patron could ever want." The idea made Kahnso smile wickedly.

He set down the tablet and munched his nachos. Lukewarm but edible, they matched the beer. Briefly he wondered how he might earn favor at the club, if he could at all. He ate more, finished one of the beers and thought harder.

At the blurry edge of his vision Kahnso saw Cali. He didn't recognize her in the low lights until he turned his head and she was too far to call over. Against her belly was a tray and she offloaded its contents onto a table where a single dog sat. He looked modestly at Cali and smiled when she met his face, but any question as to his status at Six Pack was answered for Kahnso when small, feisty Cali sat in the dog's lap. Neither lewd nor shy, she settled against the dog and welcomed his paw when he cupped her breast.

Kahnso was jealous. His body was in its prime and so was his career. If he had to guess, he was worth more than Six Pack was, but he had a guest pass. He pushed the jealousy aside and huffed.

The dancers on the stage closed their set magnificently, albeit with not as much flair as Contessa had orchestrated for her own routine. Many men were watching, but not Kahnso or the lucky dog whom had Cali to himself. With the music off and the lights up, Kahnso got a better look at the dog. A husky, black and white with a skunk-striped pompadour. An average guy, especially next to a male specimen like Kahnso. Big compared to Cali, but that was meaningless. Their conversation was a mystery to the fox but he heard the cat laugh and he watched the dog feed her a fry off of his plate.

From the edge of Kahnso's vision came Sheila, whom had not yet met the fox and was perhaps never meant to. While Contessa and Cali both played straight into Kahnso's desires in women, Sheila was just a very exotic and talented dancer who was dependable in any set. She leaned against the edge of Kahnso's booth and her stomach pouch was eye-level with him.

"Everything all right over here?" Her heavy Australian accent added cute twang to everything she said. It didn't distract Kahnso from peering at her pussy, which she made no effort to press her thighs together for. She knew what men liked looking at and she never went out of her way to hide it, but when Kahnso's eyes shifted from her to the dog and Cali, she smiled thinly. "Iggy," stated Sheila.

"He dating her?" Kahnso stiffly asked.

"Nah, just got a platinum pass. Helps that he's a sweet'art, though." Her sharp and pretty blue eyes turned down on Kahnso now, snaring his red gaze in a manner he was getting used to from Six Pack's dancers. "If I'm not mistaken, you're on a guest pass, right?"

Kahnso mumbled, rolled his eyes. "Yeah."

Sheila chuckled and put a paw on Kahnso's shoulder. Touching in any kind of sexual capacity was strictly prohibited, but dancers were at their leisure if they thought a patron needed a friendly pat. "Must be a downer, yeah? Bein' in a candy store but you can't eat any of it," she laughed and her breasts jiggled slightly. Softly she kneaded on his shoulder, noting the tense muscles. She might have offered to rub them if he had better privileges.

Kahnso was still trying to figure out what Sheila was, but he wasn't blunt enough to ask. Whatever she was, he liked her tawny colors, her stripes and her tail reminiscent of a hyena's. Fiery red hair was a plus. While those thoughts stewed, he watched Cali and Iggy leave, the former leading the latter by the paw for the VIP rooms upstairs. He grumbled to himself.

"I blew getting a better pass," he confided to Sheila, whose features evened out.

"How you fig'ger that, huh?"

The fox found himself grinning queerly, a guilty habit from childhood. "That girl Cali, I... Asked if I could have some of her hot pussy."

Sheila chuckled. "Don't blame you one bit! 'Sides, Cali's used to that, and bein' totally honest, that don't make you any kind of special here." Conspiratorially she leaned down close to his ear. "Did 'Tessa find out?" Here she let her accent slip all the way.

Kahnso didn't turn to face her. "She talked to me about it."

The Tasmanian tiger chuckled and pushed his shoulder like a buddy. "If she didn't have ya tossed out for it, you're good. Contessa's careful about the kinds of guys she lets in here. If she gave you another chance then you haven't blown a thing."

A smile on Kahnso's face, thin and wary of patronization. He looked at Sheila from the corner of his eye. "You're just saying that."

"Cross my heart. Hey, can I getcher autograph?"

Kahnso smiled wryly and he puffed out his chest. "What do you want me to sign? Your boobs?"

Sheila grinned toothily. "Much as I might like havin' Kocaine Kahnso's name on my tits, how about somethin' I can save?" She glanced at his table, leaned across it and snatched a napkin. With a pen out of his own pocket, Kahnso scrawled down his autograph. He asked for her name and added "to the lovely Sheila," a touch she rewarded with a smooch on the cheek.

Kahnso expected Sheila to put the napkin into her pouch and was dully surprised that she didn't. "So is your life all doing drugs and fast women?" she asked with cute enthusiasm while she gawked at the autograph.

"Uh, not really," Kahnso modestly lied. "Honey, listen - can you get me my check? I figure I ought to head home before I fuck things up again."

The Tasmanian tiger stood up again and straightened her slender, sexy body out. "Sure, I'll get right on it," she said to him. "Hope you'll be back again, and thank you fuh this," she cooed as she left. She tracked down Contessa easily enough.

"Hey, Contessa?" Sheila asked while she picked up one of her trays. The napkin was in her thigh band with her tips.

Contessa, just dropping off a stack of used trays, turned to Sheila with her usual even expression. Just as evenly, "What do you need?"

Sheila smiled ruefully. "I met our high rolluh, I love that guy's music. I'm not sure what you said to him, but the fella's pretty torn-up. Thinks he screwed up here."

The skunk grinned. Sheila mirrored it briefly and left to do her rounds.

--4

One last time before her second set, Contessa walked up Kahnso's booth. Clutched to her nearly-endless bosom was the rockstar's bill. Kahnso spotted her and they shared a polite nod. "Here's your bill, mister Kahnso," Contessa coolly said and passed it to him.

Kahnso didn't complain and he paid her with cash. As he handed it over he said, "I don't figure I'll be back."

"Is that so?" Contessa asked with a tilt of her head. "Why not? I thought you liked it here."

"Oh, I like it a lot," Kahnso chuckled sheepishly. "But I made an ass out of myself. I really am sorry about how I treated your girl Cali."

For a moment Contessa wondered what the odds were of meeting a rockstar with decency. That novelty alone was reason to keep him. "Your apology means more than you think," she said. "Just wait a minute, I'll be right back with you." She wandered off and gave Kahnso just enough time to stew in thought and start to worry. When she came back, she lay a plain sheet of paper resembling a contract in front of him, and then she handed him a pen. Before Kahnso could read the paper she said, "It's an application for a silver pass. Everybody's gotta fill one out, it's just a formality. Expect your silver pass in a couple weeks."

Kahnso blinked at the form and then looked up at Contessa with a shrewd grin. "Silver means lap dances, right?"

Contessa smirked and nodded. "But no touching."

The rockstar was quick to fill out the form. He didn't read the legalese, but nobody ever did. He passed back the form and the pen and slipped a fifty into Contessa's thigh band before she could walk off.

Contessa smiled and winked. "Thanks for visiting Six Pack. Hope to have you back soon."