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Once he got his lady's fingers to let go, the others followed suit, likely heading back to their seats for more fun watching the dancers on stage.
Weston was glad they'd given up. It was funny while it lasted, and the ladies weren't so drunk that they were beyond reason.
A woman wearing black from her neck down walked over with a headset and microphone, carrying an iPad in the crook of her arm. "Hi. I'm Olivia, the Stage Manager for the Review. Are we in any trouble?"
West shook his head. "No, ma'am. I'm actually here to talk to one of your employees."
Nodding, the woman gave him a smile. "There's one group number after this one and then we're done. Can it wait until then?"
Before he could answer her the crowd roared.
"Yes! Take it off, baby!" "Shake it!" "You look so hot!" The women were really enjoying themselves.
West looked at the woman beside him. She was grinning.
The show must be going well. There was no reason to dampen the mood.
"We can wait."
She gave him a thumbs up. "Thanks."
The stage manager moved away and put her attention back on the stage.
Dally moved closer and leaned in. "Is she the one in charge?"
Duval shifted and lifted a hand to cover his mouth. "Is one of the dancers moonlighting here outside of their work as a LEO?"
Weston was really looking forward to their reactions. It was half of the reason he'd brought his team to the Club. "No, not one of the dancers."
The crowd moved closer to the stage as the dancer at the center ripped off his overalls, leaving him in a white tank top stretched precariously across his chest and something that looked like a shiny sock over his dick.
"Jack," he explained to the others, "is a bouncer for the show."
He heard a few hums and noises of interest from the other members of the SWAT team.
The crowd of women surged forward, and Duval pointed out a man pushing through the crowd. He had a black t-shirt molded over his chest that looked almost identical to the dancer on stage. "That must be Jack."
West looked over and shook his head just as the man was nearly bowled over by the rising tide of excited women. "Nope."
One woman in a white satin dress with a red sash hanging precariously from her shoulder, wriggled free of a tight knot of women. She tried to right the sparkling crown on her head as she dragged herself up onto the edge of the stage.
Another person in all black stepped out onto the stage from behind the first curtain on the left side of the stage and liftedthe likely-sloshed bride-to-be over her shoulder like a fireman before the woman could grab the dancer.
The shiny white pumps that the bride-to-be wore on her feet were suddenly kicking in the air as she was bodily removed from the stage.
In the half-light of the main room, West could see the word SECURITY printed in bright white letters across the back of the shirt.
He hadn't seen it at first, but he chalked that up to the bouncer's surprise appearance from the shadows of the wings.
"You can't do this to me!"
The bouncer didn't stop at removing the woman from the stage. The handsy patron was kicking and clawing, but the bouncer seemed completely unaffected by the rage of the drunken woman screaming threats. Even when the music stopped and the noise from the crowd turned into a dull thrum, they heard the nearly inhuman shriek of outrage and then the dreaded, "Do you even knowwho I am?"
Weston heard Duval bark out a laugh.
"Another one?"
West heard the exasperation in Duval's tone and agreed. "They seem to be multiplying."
