Some of the dancers were passing around a joint. “This always makes the men look better to me,” a dancer named Kat said. “It gives me courage to bare it all in a room filled with strange men.” She would certainly need a dose of that if she really was forced to dance to save Hannah, Lilith thought, wondering how else to get some other than through drugs. Melinda laughed. “And it gives me the guts to rub it in Paulie’s face.” “He’d like you to rub your whatever in his face,” a little redhead called Rusty said with a laugh. “He can’t do it, though.” Admiring herself in the mirror, Melinda adjusted her top so more cleavage showed. “Can’t keep that wankie of his up long enough.” Irene choked on her hit. “You tried having sex with your own brother?” “The disgusting rodent has tried having sex with me for years. I know he looks like a little pissant, but he’s strong as hell. One time my breasts were so bruised, I had to take off a week until I could cover them with makeup.”
