Bean and me only!~

After all that mess, within the next two nights, Andrew came by for another visit, of course to talk about another small 'gathering' of his best clients. He sighed as he walked in, looking like a regular as he went down the hall to her room, knocking.

"Come in," she said. She was making sure the glasses were clean on the alcohol cart, her back turned to the door.

Andrew went inside, closing the door and not even expecting of anything to have happened that night. "Hey, just wanted to offer you another gig. I've been busy lately....What do you say?" he asked, smiling a bit.

She turned to look at him and smiled. She shouldn't - couldn't - tell him what happened after she left the diner the other night. She couldn't give him any clues. "Yeah, sure. Just tell me the time and place." She hoped her bodyguard hadn't left any hints, either. Though, he didn't seem as tense when Andrew walked in the door. Weird.

Andrew raised a brow, sighing. He had a feeling something went awfully awry, but he figured it was just a client. "Well, it's actually tonight, a reserved private club. Well, one of our clients pretty much just decided to hold a gathering, including my boss. So, I just thought I'd get the best person I knew to uh, entertain them. How much would it take for you to put up with like, four old-ish men?" he snickered.

She nodded. "Sure - name your price. I'd like to bring both my bodyguards, though, if you wouldn't mind," she said, hoping he'd assume because there were four men she would be entertaining. In truth, she was still quite afraid. But she couldn't show it, or she'd end up on the streets and probably dead. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts and fears, though she kept the fear out of her face, she wasn't as cheerful as she normally was.

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked, noticing she wasn't so chipper as before, even if it could be a bad day at work. He wasn't a normal customer, and so far, it seemed they were now just aquaintances. Then again, they don't know each other's personal life, nothing of the sort. It wasn't his business. "Eh..I'll just wait outside by my car. Take your time." he said, looking away and leaving the room.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll just talk to my boss and bodyguards and we'll meet you outside in a few minutes," she said and went to go talk to them.

Andrew waited in the car, sighing. "Something happened last night, but, eh, I don't see anything on her or in her room so it must be my imagination." he mumbled, turning on the radio and closing his eyes as he waited.

Ashley walked outside in her coat with her two bodyguards right behind her. The more trusted of the two gave Andrew a look as he got in the car before her, the other bodyguard, not knowing what had happened the previous night, just climbed in after Ashley and closed the door.

Andrew had noticed the look, but of course he couldn't really know what it meant. All he knew was that he should drive and not say a word. Driving to the specified location and leading them inside, already there was drinking and smoking. It was disgusting really, but he couldn't do much about that. The men all whooped as soon as she walked in, of course she would capture their attention and their oggling eyes. He sat down, feeling uncomfortable, but watching well. "Give us a good show girl!" one yelled, throwing a twenty dollar bill.

Ashley kept her true feelings well hidden and smiled for her client's clients as she unwrapped the belt from her coat and slipped it off, moving to the music that came from the speakers. Her bodyguards watched her like a hawk, the more trusted one kept an eye on the other men as well.

Andrew felt tension rise between Ashley's guards, especially the one who seemed to be trusted even more. He's always around. He gripped the arms of the chair and watched as the men seemed to undress her with his eyes and imagine things that were too disgusting to think of. Sometimes he wondered why he got into the sludge of business and how things were to be done. Money talks, but so does nice stuff to keep the clients 'happy'. At any costs. His eyes never left Ashley.

Ashley did her best to ignore everyone save Andrew and her bodyguards. She tried to imagine Andrew as her only customer here, only him watching. It worked, for the most part, and she was able to relax a smidge.

Of course the clients (including his boss) started trying to grope and hell, they were so wasted that they tried to dance with her. Andrew covered his face a bit with his hand, sighing. He represented this company? God! He offered a twenty, along with a small smile to apologise for their behavior.

Having them act like this got her tensed back up, however, and she danced a bit closer to Andrew while her bodyguards tried to get his clients to sit back down. It was clear that she was very uncomfortable with them acting this way. She didn't even try to hide the fear in her eyes.

The clients were willing to sit down since her bodyguards were..well, built. They could kick their asses if they wanted to. Andrew too tensed, and especially he felt shameful. He sighed, looking up at her and trying to apologise through his eyes and offered a fifty. Yeah, a fifty just because those fools were so drunk. But soon of course one (his boss unfortunately) started to ask whether she did anything between the sheets for a high price.

The more trusted of the two bodyguards glared at him. "No. You can look, not touch," he said flatly. He meant business, that much was certain. Ashley felt grateful that she had the three men to protect her. She kept dancing, ignoring the conversation to the best of her abilities.

Andrew wanted to laugh, but he kept quiet and smiled a little towards the more trusted guard. He definitely was on his good side. Once everything was over and the men left, he stood and sighed, shaking his head. "God, I'm sorry..." he mumbled and blushed furiously. He couldn't really believe that they acted so..vulgar.

Ashley shook her head, pulling her coat on to try to escape any lingering eyes. "It's alright," she murmured, still a little shaken up. "It isn't your fault." The more trusted of the two guards grunted, but didn't comment further, or explain as the other guard looked at him curiously.

"But still, the way you acted....Eh, I shouldn't meddle. Not my business." Andrew said, looking away. He was starting to reconsider a lot, especially towards Ashley. He shouldn't continue to put her through this. "Maybe it'd be best if I don't hire you for private occasions...it just seems too much for you." he muttered, grabbing his coat and putting it on.

"I'm alright. I can still work," she insisted. I have to, she thought. She looked up at him, tying the strap around her waist. "This is a business deal. This won't happen again."

"For me? You can still work for me? Even after these idiots almost wanted to screw you right here?" Andrew asked, amazed. He knew she needed money, but not like this. Then again..she had no choice. "I'll just make sure it won't be like this again.." he muttered, looking away.

She nodded to answer him, her head held high. "Is there anything else you want me to do this evening," she asked him gently to change the subject.

"No. It's fine. I'll take you home..unless you're going back to the club?" Andrew said as he fixed his tie and headed towards the door.