Razzle's Decision

"Ten thousand dollars, how do you expect me to get that kind of money!" she exclaimed.

"You're a dancer" he replied, "How can I not expect you to earn that kind of money?"

"But I can't do that in only one week. Please, give me more time" she begged.

"I have already given you enough time Razzle and if you do not take that to your advantage than I'm afraid I can't help you" said the man.

A middle aged lady dressed completely in leopard print pulled the violet silk curtain aside.

"Razzle get on stage" she commanded, taking another drag of her ever extending cigarette.

"In a minute" Razzle told her boss.

"Ok, a minute; hurry up."

Razzle nodded as the woman pulled the curtain back and went on to some other business.

"As I was saying my dear, all you have to do is what you were made to do: entertain. Then deliver me the cash and I'll take care of your problems" he assured her.

"How do I know I can trust you?" she asked.

Her eyes narrowed down but he could not tell since she would never take her sunglasses of for him or for anyone else in the club for that matter, but they didn't care. After all, it wasn't the eyes men were interested in.

He took her chin in his hand as it slowly moved down her throat, then to her breast. "I love your intuition young lady, but in all honesty you really don't know if you can trust me."

Razzle pushed his hand away and thought of what words she should process. "… You're right, I don't know if I can trust you, either way though my only wise choice is to take your word for it. I'll give you the money and in return you bring me back the only person in this world that ever held a place in my heart."

"It's a deal" the man responded.

After that Razzle's break was up as she made her way on stage and moved beneath the spotlights dressed in her red corset and black thong.