Bean and me only!~

She made a face like she was hurt, though the curve on the edge of her lips didn't leave. "Perhaps I haven't been giving you the right kind of dance," she offered, smirking, one eyebrow raised.

Andrew raised a brow, wondering what gave her such confidence. "Well, maybe, maybe not. I can't be certain as to what's the right kind of dance or not. I don't come to these types of clubs often." he answered, shrugging again and looking at his cell phone for the time. Then again, he had no appointments....He must've been nervous.

She felt more secure with this man than her other clients, probably because he showed her more respect and treated her like more of a woman instead of a dog. Plus, she'd already had two drinks and she normally didn't drink at all. She chuckled. "You will, and you'll have to keep up a charade."

Andrew nodded, chuckling. "What sort of charade? The kind of man who's dying to come to a woman who knows how to use her looks and body right or what?" he grinned, just really pulling her leg. He never was this playful with women, most of the time they were outright bold and told him what they wanted (him most of the time..) and he usually wouldn't just put up with a woman of her profession. He didn't look down on it, but he certainly found it awkward.

She smiled. "But of course," she replied, downing the rest of her drink. She could almost ignore the sharp pain in her back now, the warmth coming to sooth it.

"So, I've noticed you haven't been able to walk very well upright. Is there something wrong with your back?" Andrew asked, noticing small things but until now, hadn't acted on his feelings about it. He knew something was up, plus, the guard had already told him what happened. He just wanted her to tell him.

She shrugged. "I tripped and scraped my back. No big deal," she lied smoothly with a smiled to try to let him know it really was no big deal.

"Ah, I see. I hope you've taken good care of it then." Andrew said as he shifted in his seat. "Well then, would you like to prove me wrong about your dances or should I go?" he grinned, just really teasing her mostly.

She smiled. "I do my best," she answered to both, a sly smile on her face as she got up and turned on her music, dancing close to him, within arms reach. She was close enough that her skin brushed against his as she moved her body. It almost looked like she was about to crawl on his lap and perform a lap dance.

Andrew watched, stared, actually as she danced. The fact that he didn't need to act like he was professional for the other idiots enjoying her dance had him loosen up. His hands twitched as he wanted to then touch her a bit, but he knew he couldn't. That just made it all the more torturous for him. He gulped, pouring himself another drink.

[XD poor guy. he asked for it! XDDD]

She smiled - chuckled, though the sound was drowned in the music - and just felt like torturing him more, though she'd probably feel bad about it later. Probably. She exaggerated her movements more, ignoring the pain in her back as the wound was pulled and the scab broken under her dressings. She didn't care that she'd be bleeding for a while - the alcohol helped take care of that.

((XD Yes!))

Unfortunately though, Andrew could see something coming through her clothes. She wasn't wearing black, so, he could see some blood. The illusion of something so erotic was broken as concern took over. He stood, turning off the music and sighing. "What's up with your back bleeding? And don't bs it." he ordered.

She bit her lip. "The scrape on my back. I told you," she said. "I guess I was moving too much..." Bruno grunted once, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Tom raised his eyebrow, knowing a scrape wouldn't bleed enough to show through her clothes.

"That's no scrape..." Andrew replied, scoffing. "If you want money from Evans through me, we have to be honest with each other. Especially to make this seem legit." he said, not liking the fact that she was lying.

Ashley sighed. "I'll explain later," she grumbled, giving up. At least she'd have enough money to live for a little while if everyone figured out she'd been raped.

"Alright, that's fine. But still, take proper care of that 'scrape'. Ok? I gotta get going." Andrew said, getting up and taking off his tie. He just felt hot all of a sudden. "See ya, take care." he said as he walked past Ashley and out the door.

She got up and sighed. "Alright, bye," she said and exited the room after him, walking with Bruno into her dressing room so he could change her bandages and help her out of her costume.

(I'm on my iPhone. Will take longer than two seconds to type lmao)

Already one of the guards had been bribed too, so this was costing Evans a lot already. Too much actually. He was a fool, so he was riding on the hopes that Ashley would 'do her job' and do what he asked for the money. Andrew had left the club, sighing as he looked around and was paranoid that someone was looking after him and not in the good way.

Ashley gave Tom one of her cards and told her to go run to Andrew before he drove off. Tom hurried outside. "Mr. Andrew," he called before he got into his car. "Ashley told me to give you this. She wants you to call her whenever you need her for something." He handed him the card and went back inside. When Ashley was all bandaged up and into a fresh outfit for the evening, she went out of her dressing room to continue her night's work.

After receiving the card, Andrew got into his car, sighing. He was just exhausted with how now he would have to come by this place as if it was home. All because of...Evans. That bastard! Driving home, he stared at Ashley's card back and forth for at least an hour. To call her for what? "Well, I do need to get to know her better...if she were to come to my place, I don't know!" he groaned, his face going red. He dialed the number, sighing as he heard the tone ringing.

Ashley heard her phone ring and flopped down on the couch, picking it up. "Hello," she answered. "Ashley, here."

"It's...Andrew. Uh..well, if we really want this scheme to work, and I think Evans is already watching as we speak somehow and somewhere, then there might be times you would have to come by my place. You get it?" he said, blushing a bit. Andrew wasn't really embarrased, but it was stressful just thinking about her being in his home.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said, agreeing. "Just tell me when you want me to come over," she smiled.

"Alright, how about tomorrow?" Andrew asked, getting over himself and acting like what he was, an adult. His job was hanging on the line and so was the rest of his career. Evans could ruin it with just one word from his venomous mouth. "What time would be best for you?"

"Tomorrow sounds great. What time's best for you - I can come over anytime," she said, getting comfortable on her couch.