"A feisty one," Jinki leered. Sunye rolled her eyes and poured him his drinks. Another stripper came up in front of him and began to dance provocatively. Jinki spanked her butt and grabbed the stripper's panty hose through which he put in another fat wad of cash. Sunye noticed that one of the notes had something written on it but she did not linger her eyes there for long.

So that's how he's sending the info, she realized. Jinki was busy with the stripper so she quietly poured the drinks and stepped back. Pretending to serve other customers, she murmured into her speaker.

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"It's the cash," she gritted through her teeth. "He's writing it on the cash and giving it to the strippers for the VIP room."

SD was still at his spot at that time and got up to stretch his limbs. That made more sense. By writing the figures on cash, Jinki made sure that it would not be traced back to him. The note in question would be opened by the clients and then given back to the stripper or spent elsewhere, making it practically impossible to trace it back to them.

"Ingenious!" he snorted. He even discovered a new way to communicate. It might even come in handy later on. Even Sunye was surprised how this scam was being pulled. Opened her mind to more possibilities of how crimes might take place.

Coming here wasn't a bad idea after all, she thought to herself. She kept up her ruse, pouring drinks for the sleazy customers. Some tried to grope and spank her but she had quick reflexes and managed to playfully avoid them while squirming inside. How SD and Orea kept up with their characters for so long was beyond her.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed that SD was now walking towards an empty VIP room. A couple of strippers headed towards him, sexily dancing. One pressed herself against him while the other one was clinging to his back.

SD seemed to be enjoying the attention from the ladies. He took a note in his mouth and pouted to the one of the strippers who also took it with her mouth.

"So ladies…" he began. "Ready to give me a more...private session?"

The two strippers flashed him a sexy smile and he grabbed their waists with each hand, leading them to VIP Room number 9.

Sunye watched this little encounter. For some reason, she was irritated. He was dancing around with strippers while she served perverted customers!

I'm gonna get back at him for this! She swore. She already had a revenge plan in set which would make SD rue the day he decided to make her come to a strip joint.

She continued to serve the drinks, all the while waiting for SD to make his move. After years of reluctantly working with him, she knew that whatever he did had a purpose. But the thought of him watching two ladies getting naked in front of him was making her envious.

Wait, she suddenly realized. Why am I feeling jealous? I should feel sorry for those strippers!

Trying to shoo away the rising uneasiness in her heart, she went on with the charade. She was observing the patrons of the club very carefully, reading their every move. SD was right. By disguising herself, she found it easier to read the people. Most of the customers there were probably white collar workers. Family men and belonged to the respectable elite society in the outside world. She overheard some conversations of the patrons.

"Honey, I'm at a friend's live show!" one man lied to his wife over the phone. "You know Harry? He brought me to one of his performances. I'm gonna bring you a recorded version."

All this while, the man was pinching a topless dancer who had just taken off her leather top and pressed her voluptuous boobs at him.

At another corner, two angry strippers were slapping a customer for trying to grope one of their vagina.

"PERVERTED FREAK!" the blonde stripper cried and beat up the customer who was angrily retorting.

"As if all of you are very respectable, you cunt!" he spat at her. This led to some of the strippers ganging up on him and a tussle started. But Sunye noted that the other customers and servers were unbothered by it as if these things were a part of their everyday lives.

The unspoken rule was simple: no interference unless it benefited oneself.

"Hun, show me those panties."

SD's mischievous voice came through the speaker as he played with his new toys.

"Those things really know how to bounce!" he exclaimed in her ears. Sunye clenched her fists in anger, trying to push away his voice and concentrate on her surroundings. But he was occasionally making snide comments which was getting to her nerves.

"Now ladies," he went on. "Why don't you also entertain my guests at VIP room 10? Tell them that it's all on Jinki!"

The girls giggled and began to wear back their clothes. Sunye heard the shuffling of clothes and winced. The thought of SD enjoying himself with two naked girls was bothering her. But why? She was never bothered by his affairs before. Why was it annoying her now?

Probably because of this place, she concluded. Pouring drinks for another customer, she glanced sideways to see the two strippers exiting VIP room 9 and heading towards 10.

"Enter that room after exactly two minutes," SD instructed through the speaker. "Pour them drinks while their attention is on the strippers. Attach your recorder under the table and quietly come out."

Sunye did not reply but picked up the tray and went towards the bar to get more drinks. She kept an eye on her watch and as soon at thirty seconds were left, she strutted towards the VIP room 10.

Inside, there were two men who were hooting at the strippers. There was a pole in the middle of the room while the sofa was set in a semicircle. The men wore formal shirts and were leering at the strippers who were now spanking each other.

"Look at that booty!" a balding man exclaimed. "Undress each other!"

The strippers complied and groped each other in a seductive way, teasing the men. They went crazy at the erotic display, begging for more. One of the strippers blew them a kiss and unhooked her partner's leather bra. The men cheered as the second stripper's breasts peaked proudly at them.

"Only peeking, no touching," she teased as she stepped forward to sit on one of the men's laps. The other one also took off her top and was now dancing on the second man's lap. They were doing their work, teasing the men with their dance. The men took out a note from their panty hoses on which SD's fake number was written. Mistaking the number to be from Jinki, the men memorized it and put the notes back in the stripper's panties while enjoying the pleasure given to them.

All this made it easy for Sunye to quietly do her work. They were so busy with their lady friends, that none of them paid any heed to the server who was pouring their drinks. Sunye made sure to make them extra strong because the more drunk they were the more they would spill. She stealthily attached the recorder under the table before getting up to leave.

The men did not pay any attention to her as she left. She shut the door behind her and let out a short sigh. The process was over.

"It's done," she muttered over the speaker.

"Good," SD said. "Now we can leave."

"Wait, not yet."

SD frowned. Sunye did not want to leave right away?

"Stay where you are," Sunye ordered him. She walked towards VIP room number 9 where SD sat, confused by her words.

"Did something go wrong?" he asked. "Why are you insisting on staying back? The recorder has been attached to that room. Orea can handle it from there-"

But Sunye locked the door behind her. She stepped towards the music system and asked, "Which song do you like?"

"Huh?" SD gaped at her. "Why?"

"I'll choose a random one then," she shrugged. SD kept on frowning at her, confused by her actions. A sultry song began to play in the background and the lights were dimmed. Sunye stood in the middle of the room, facing him directly.

"Sunye, what are you doing?" he asked warily. "I may not seem like it but I am a very busy man…"

He trailed off in shock when Sunye flashed him a very mysterious smile. In a slow motion, she put her finger on her chest. With one smooth move, she flicked open one button. Then another. And another.

"S-Sunye, w-w-what are you doing?" SD asked in a husky tone.

"Paying you back for your...service," she whispered and unbuttoned another button.