She'd interviewed nearly all the staff, though some acted suspicious, nothing had yet to stick to this rumor. This was also one of those rare occasions where she was happy that the rumor didn’t hold up. That meant some little girl or boy wasn't being used for some fucked up pervert. The club was in full swing. She stopped at the top of the stairs to look down at the dancers. Bodies bumped and grinded, strangers kissed and cupped each other. As she made her way down the stairs, she spotted the bald bodyguard. Tonight the whipping, circling strobe lights painted his smooth head in blues and reds. She stopped and looked back up the staircase towards the voyeur group. Either something was wrong with her or she was getting used to this decadence, because she hadn't even looked twice at the female employee being penetrated by two clients, or at the man who’d been sitting in a chair stroking his cock while watching. She didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved that she was bypassing the sexual activity.
