A/N: I know NOTHING about business. I don't work in business. I couldn't honestly tell you what any executive does. I don't know what a shareholder does. I don't know what a board does. So, any and all business lingo in this story is to be taken, not with a grain, but with a heaping spoonful of salt. If you are a business major and I insult you with my lack of knowledge in this story…I am sooo sorry. I just chose the professions based on what I read were the compensation levels for COO, CFO and CEOs in the banking industry.

Um also I know nothing about strippers. I hope I am not offending anyone in my characterization.
Also, some may be offended by one of the scenes. It is not my intent to offend anyone or to use the "lesbian to entertain men" trope. It's simply how the story played out.

Regina Mills toyed with the dials on the console of her car. According to the navigation system, and her own snooping, this is where Victor Whale had taken them; Adam Pritchard and the rest of those who were responsible for whether the acquisition of Thorton International would take place. It was just like Whale to go behind her back and try to push this though. As CFO, she hadn't scratched the surface in forecasting how this acquisition would affect them, but no, he had to fly by the seat of his $2,000 pants and push. He never thought past the current dollar.

She couldn't get a good feel of what the place was like on the inside, but it was certainly a gentleman's club, and Whale was no doubt plying Pritchard with drinks, dances and the like on this Thursday night in order to sweeten the shareholder up. Gentleman's club. The name of the place was an oxymoron. There was nothing gentleman like about Whale, and certainly nothing nice about the type of men who frequented these places.

Sighing loudly, Regina exited her vehicle and glanced around her as she strutted up to the entrance, four inch heels clicking on the pavement. The interior was just as she expected. Lights were dim and with the exception of the spotlight pointed toward the stage, all the lights were some shade of neon. She waved a hand in front of her face, attempting to remove what she assumed was smoke clouding her vision. It turned out to be just a trick of the light. The executive rolled her eyes as she stepped up to the window just inside the entrance.

"Just one," she told the smirking man behind the glass.

"Yes ma'am," he replied with a giggle, and it was all Regina could do not to throw herself behind the booth and strangle him. It was bad enough she was forced to lower her standards and come to an establishment such as this. She didn't need any lecherous grins or tones from the staff.

After receiving her change, it was a short search to find Whale and the four others.

"Where is your VIP section? I'm with the group from Dyle and Hachs, just running a bit late," Regina asked a waitress, careful to give the woman a glare that told her she wasn't to be denied. Whale was going to want to impress, while keeping discretion. He would want an excellent view of the dancers, but out of the eyes of the other patrons. The waitress pointed to a hallway leading up a short flight of stairs.

Regina took to the steps quickly and entered into a lavish room. The couches were all leather, and the one-way window faced the stage, giving the patrons front row seats to the show. The chandelier in the room casted a low lavender glow about the place, matching the lights that surrounded the bar. Though large, it was mostly empty, save for a long glass table near the window, which the men were all sitting around.

Regina arched an eyebrow at the g-string clad waitress serving the five men. She was attractive; clear blue eyes and long dark hair, highlighted with strands of red. The red bra, if it could be called that as it was mostly see through, covered nearly absent cleavage, but her g-string highlighted rear assets which made up for the lack of frontage.

"Victor dear, so sorry I'm late," Regina said, startling the blonde man out of his laugh. All eyes turned toward her in confusion. Her smile was saccharine as she turned toward the shareholders. "You must forgive my lateness Adam, I had a hard time finding this place." The businesswoman shrugged out of the blazer and draped it across the back of the chair. Smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her black slacks, she took a place at the glass table.

"Can I get you anything," the waitress asked.

"Sure. A vodka cranberry please. Top shelf." Regina leaned back in the chair, which was surprisingly comfortable despite how it looked, crossed her legs, and folded her arms onto her lap.

"I-I wasn't expecting you Regina," Victor gritted out. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Oh well of course I was coming. Our COO taking out the shareholders for Thorton International, right before deciding on a major deal." She kept the sickly sweet smile plastered on her face. "I made the time, just in case some business happened to be discussed and my financial input was needed." Regina winked at Victor as she took her drink from the waitress, placing the stirrer between her lips, and delicately drank from the glass.

"How kind of you."

"Don't mention it." Regina toyed with her drink as tension mounted in the room. It was going to be a long night.

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Emma Swan wanted to leap for joy as the backdoor to the Golden Lounge came into view. Between Henry and the wacky bus schedule, she had arrived at the subway station late. Getting to downtown Manhattan was insane. She was fortunate she didn't have to make these trips often, but rent was due and she needed to make this night count. School shopping had hit her hard.

She entered the dim establishment and slid stealthily past the owner's office to make her way toward the dressing room. It was already two hours into the shift. She was lucky to have an on and off again spot here. It was perfect for making a few extra dollars when needed, and she set her own schedule. It was just temporary until she found something more stable…at least that was what Emma had been telling herself the past year.

Henry was in school fulltime, which meant there were supplies, particular clothes, money for field trips and fundraisers. Everyday it seemed there was something else he needed. And she was going to give it to him one way or another. She'd gone without as a child, and the day her little man was born, she swore he'd never know what that felt like. Even if it meant shaking her ass in front of strange men twice a month.

"You're late," came the annoyed voice behind her as she opened her locker. "I've been playing bartender in the VIP room for over an hour."

"Yeah sorry Rubes. When I went to drop Henry off with Granny, he wouldn't let go of me. I don't know what was up with him tonight. Every time I tried to walk out the room he'd start screaming his head off. I had to lay with him until he fell asleep." Emma began changing out of her street clothes.

"He's away from you all day. All-day kindergarten isn't a joke. Then he comes home, sees you for a few hours, then…"

"I know Ruby. I don't need you to tell me how much I suck as a mother," Emma slammed her locker shut and walked over to the mirrors.

"That's not what I meant Emma. You're a great mother, I'm just explaining why he is acting the way he is."
"Well damn it Ruby, don't you think I'd be with him more if I could?" she knew her friend didn't mean anything but it cut her to the core. She knew what it meant to feel abandoned. "The coffee shop barely covers bills, and that's if I work overtime. God damn bridge cards don't cover crayons or toilet paper. What am I supposed to do? Stay home and hope necessities and clothes materialize out of the air?" Ruby tilted her head to the side with a small smile. She knew Emma had it hard, but the woman was a hustler above all else. She had moved across the hall from her and her grandmother a little over a year ago. When the blonde panicked out about rent one month, Ruby had told her about an opening here at the Golden Lounge. Surprisingly the woman accepted immediately. She wasn't here often, unlike Ruby who supported herself and her grandmother off her income here, but she did it. Ruby could see the stress on her face every time she came in here and changed. Emma hated it. But she showed up at least twice a month like clockwork.

"No Emma. You're supposed to be doing what you're doing. Making sure he is okay. Henry doesn't get it now, but he will when he is older. You are an excellent mother. That boy wants for nothing." Ruby leaned in and placed a small kiss on Emma's temple. "Now I love you an all, but you have the VIP room tonight. I don't care if you're like a sister. If I spend one more minute pouring grey goose for snotty executives I'm going to scream."
Emma nodded. She was glad to be off the main stage for the time being. Bartending was easy enough. Occasionally Robert let her attend to the VIP room because unlike the other girls who were kept to dancing, she actually knew the trade. When she was feeling fearful, he let her slide making her tips as a bartender who occasionally gave a few lap dances. He didn't have to pay a bartender by the hour for doing it, and she got to keep 90% of her tips. It was a win-win.

She slipped on her barely-there-fish-net top over a see-though black bra, her high heeled fuck-me shoes and short boy shorts that had fish-net at the sides. It was a classic outfit. All easy to remove if need be. Hopefully they would just want drinks and a maybe a lap-dance.

She wasted no time in hurrying up to the plush room. With her makeup already done, making sure she used contour techniques to hide her natural features, and hair falling down her back, Emma opened the doors to the VIP loft. As expected, she saw the men in suits sitting at the glass table. Conversation was muted, but she could see a couple of the men pointing to something outside of the glass.

"Hi, I'm Princess, and I'm going to be taking over for Red tonight," she said giving the men what she considered a lecherous smile. It was so easy to slip into the persona she saved for these nights. "So anything you gentleman need, and I do mean anything, don't hesitate to ask." She gave a wink as she looked around to each man seated at the table. It was the usual fair. Older, expensive suits, air of superiority. She made sure to give everyone a personal grin, warming them up for the night ahead.

Turning to her left, she stopped abruptly. At the end of the table was a woman. While Emma was accustomed to seeing women in here from time to time, they never came with the type of men seated before her. Also surprising was that this wasn't the usual type of woman she found in the VIP room. There were the straight party girls, coming in with their friends after having saved up for a bachelorette party. The stern, almost masculine business women who were looking for a pretty face and soft body after a long day.

This woman didn't fit into either of those categories. She sat in the chair, legs crossed, in an almost regal fashion. She watched Emma with an almost casual indifference. But the most shocking thing, was that she was drop dead gorgeous. Expertly styled dark hair, striking dark eyes, flawless makeup that blended into her skin effortlessly, and though she was wearing a pants suit, it was meticulously tailored to where Emma could see that the body beneath was nothing short of perfection.

Why the hell was she in here with these guys?

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there miss," she said feeling her persona slip under the firm gaze. "I am available for you also. I'm an equal opportunity…..server." She gave a soft wink to the brunette, earning a few chuckles and woots from the men at the table. The woman however only arched an eyebrow and began sipping from her drink.

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Regina gave the new waitress a quick overview, before dismissing her from her mind. The time so far had passed quickly and it was nearly 11. Pritchard and his colleagues had ordered drink after drink all night and now seemed to be winding down. She knew that they all had meetings in the morning. The talk had moved from business to pleasure to the dancers on the stage and back to business. Whale was doing his best to try and make the upcoming acquisition sound like a good idea, but Regina had been quick to throw in a few cautionary details.

"Well, I for one am sick of talking shop," Ronald Durham said. "I came here to see some ladies and I would like get my fill before I return to that sack I have at home." The rest of men at the table laughed and Regina just barely prevented herself from rolling her eyes. Durham had been married for nearly 30 years. The woman had been with him since he was nothing more than a mail boy. Everyone knew his story, but apparently he had forgotten about how Lydia Durham has supported him for all those years.

"I agree," Pritchard said. "Hey Princess!" He smiled as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a money clip, a $50 on top. How about you give my friend here a nice treat before we go." Regina watched, noting the false smile on the exotic dancer's face.

"As you wish," she said turning to face the balding man in front of her. Regina sighed as Pritchard pulled out $100 for a tip and stuffed it in between the mesh of the dancer's shirt. How anyone could get off on paying someone for attention was beyond her. Yes the woman was attractive, very attractive. Long blonde hair, light eyes that were accentuated by dark makeup. She cut a pleasing figure too, with abs so flat and sculpted, that as she moved on the old man's lap, Regina could almost see the faint appearance of cut lines with teach grind. Her arms had to be strong and Regina had to prevent herself from turning her head in an attempt to get a better view. However she didn't avert her eyes fast enough.

"Trying to get a glimpse Mills?" Whale said with a grin. "I can set that up for you."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." Regina had never been open with anyone at work about her personal life, and she wasn't going to start now. Most assumed she was an "evil queen", "cold bitch" or even had a "frozen pipe stuck up her ass" with little to no time for romance or even sex. She preferred to keep it that way. After being hit on by several men -and even a couple of women- at the office or company events, most had gotten the point that CFO Regina Mills did not want to be bothered unless it had to do with the bank.

"No, no, no," Whale said with a menacing grin. "You came out all this way tonight. What kind of host would I be if I didn't treat you to a little entertainment?" Regina gave him her best glare as she mouthed the word 'no'. She would rather have screamed it at him, but in the presence of possible business partners, she had to hold back.

Whale leered in reply before leaning into the brunette's ear.

"Don't come to the games unless you're willing to play with the big boys," he whispered. "If you think I'm going to let you keep this deal from Dyle…"

"I'm not trying to prevent a deal. I'm trying to stop a disaster. We haven't done all the research yet. I am all for keeping Pritchard happy, but we can't make a move till we have all the facts."

"Keeping him happy huh, well we wouldn't want to disappoint would we?" He didn't wait for a response before turning to the blonde who was finishing up with Durham.

"Come here sweetie," he said reaching for his own gold money clip. "Now this here is my friend Regina. I want you to take good care of her-."

"No thank you, that won't be necessary." Regina quickly interrupted.

"No. No." he said giving a charming smile to the dancer and to the rest of the men at the table. "Let me be the generous host here Regina. We appreciate you taking time out to come down here. And I know that I for one, wouldn't mind seeing Princess here giving you a little action. I'm not the only one am I?"

"Hell no!" Pritchard said, earning a few agreements from around the table. "I'd pay good money for that." Regina couldn't believe what Whale was doing. He turned to her with a smile. Daring her to say no.

"I honestly don't see the point when I'm sure all these lovely gentleman would rather be serviced."

"Oh," Whale said with a laugh turning to the rest of the table. "You know how Mills is. Women these days don't how to hang with the big boys." in or out the boardroom, was left unsaid. She could hear his implication. No doubt waiting for anything negative, so that he could tell Dyle that she screwed up their chances with Thornton.

"Oh Whale, I was just trying to be nice," she gritted out with a false smile. "But if you insist…"

"That a girl!" Whale said. He paid the fee for the dance, then fished out another ten $100 bills to give to the blonde. "Make it good!"

Regina nearly gasped at the amount that Whale handed the girl. Not that she was surprised by the amount of cash he carried, but knew that for that amount the girl might do just about anything. And that was something Regina was not comfortable with.

She didn't have time to say anything to the arrogant man, as the dancer pushed back Regina's chair, giving her adequate space to work. She tried to wipe the grim look off her face as the blond started to circle the chair, trailing her fingers lightly across the brunette's shoulders, neck and chest as she walked.

Regina wasn't familiar with the song playing, but as the beat dropped from a simple guitar to a heavy bass the blonde stopped her circling and began running her hands up Regina's abdomen to her chest from behind. The manicured nails scratched across the opening of her dress shirt, over her collar bone and up her neck, as the woman leaned forward, her breasts pressing into Regina's shoulder blades. Princess walked around to Regina's front, her nails still scratching the brunette, before suddenly dropping to the floor and sliding in between the female executive's legs.

Regina could feel her heart rate rising as the beautiful dancer crawled between her legs, trailing her fingers along the brunette's thighs. She hadn't been touched in far too long, and each press of the blonde's fingers seemed to be heading straight for her core.

The dancer crawled her way up Regina's legs, straddling the brunette, somehow timing the moment she landed in Regina's lap with the chorus. Though she had nothing in her pants, as the blonde began to thrust her hips back and forth on the older woman's lap, Regina could feel herself becoming wet. She braced a hand on the dancer's hip in an attempt to stem the other woman's movements, but Princess simply covered the executives hand with her own, and moved her hips to the beat.

Regina looked up, ready to call the entire thing off as she could feel her level of arousal reaching a fever pitch and she had no intention of putting on a show for a bunch of pompous assholes, but when she glanced up the only thing in her line of sight was Whale's smug face.

He was enjoying her discomfort. A shit-eating grin was plastered on his pale features. He was waiting for her to throw a fit. Waiting for the satisfaction of knowing he had got one over on Regina Mills.

She'd be damned if she gave him that.

If he wanted her to be one of the boys, she'd be one of the boys.

Regina nodded once at the COO before turning her attention back to the woman currently grinding in her lap. Throwing caution to the wind, Regina reached over into her own purse, and using one hand, she removed a large bill from her wallet. She smirked at Whale as she brought the fifty to the blondes face. She ran the bill across the dancer's cheek as she moved closer, her nose following the path that the money took. She moved both the bill and her face down to the dancer's breasts. She nipped at the woman's smooth skin, as she stuffed the money down the front of the blonde's tiny shorts.

Regina glanced up to see the flash of shock and anger going across Whale's face. She grinned and winked at him before setting further back in the chair. Unbuttoning the vest she wore over the dress shirt, she braced her hands on the dancer's hips. Taking this as an affirmative, the blonde grinded against the woman briefly before moving up, effectively rubbing her breasts in the brunettes face.

She moved back turning around, placing the brunettes hands on her thighs, she sat reverse cowgirl on the executive grinding her ass into the brunette's core. Regina couldn't help but move against the blonde, her clit rubbing briefly on the firm flesh of the dancer's ass. Regina ran her hands up dancer's legs, to her flat stomach. Taking the mesh top at the hem, she smiled at Whale as she removed the garment quickly, allowing the dancer to once again resume her grinding against the brunettes core.

Regina could hear the low cheering and damn near applause from the intoxicated businessmen around her. She was much to sober to be doing this, but she'd be damn if she let Whale cause her to run out of here like a puppy with her tail between her legs.

The dancer stood from Regina's lap, and the executive could see that the song would be ending momentarily. As the blonde began to circle her once more, Regina took the woman's hand and brought the dance back to her lap, this time facing her. She stared directly into the blonde's green eyes as she removed her vest. She quickly did the same with the dancer's see through bra. She threw the garment toward the table of executives, nearly laughing when she heard the ruckus of them drunkenly reaching for the item.

The brunette never broke eye contact with the blonde as she began trailing one hand down the dancer's bare back, stroking the center of the woman's spine. She ran her hand back up, threading her fingers into the blonde hair, pulling the younger woman's head against her own, till they were sharing the same air. With one hand on the dancer's hip, the other keeping a firm hold on the back of the blonde head, Regina began raising her hips to meet each thrust the dancer made.

It had been forever since she had been this close to another person. Never breaking eye-contact, the brunette began moving faster, causing the dancer to speed up with her. Even with the awkward position, friction was made between the two. Regina heard the blonde's breath increase with her own, as they grinded against each other with the bass providing the rhythm to which they moved. She could see the glazed look beginning to make its way across emerald eyes. The vacant stare that occurred right before ecstasy overtook a woman's body. Regina tightened her grip on the blonde's hip, wanting to push the woman the edge.

"God damn girl!" Pritchard voice broke the spell that the two women were encased in, and Regina dropped her hands from the blonde as if the woman's skin were acid. She hurriedly pushed the blonde off of her lap. "You know how to party Mills!"

Regina gave a tight smile, willing her body to calm down. She pulled her vest back on, buttoning it quickly. Though everyone around her seemed to be involved in their own revelry, she couldn't help but feel exposed. She had fought against that side of her for years, and for some reason she had decided to toy with fire tonight. And for what? To get the best of Victor Whale? To prove that she would be a member of the good ole' boys club?
Composing herself quickly, Regina managed a quick smirk in Whale's direction, as the man's jaw tightened. He was more than a little upset, and despite the war currently occurring in her own mind, it was good to see that she had him flustered.

"Don't try to challenge me Victor, it will never end well for you." She whispered.

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As soon as the VIP room was clear, Emma made a mad dash back to the dressing room. She had never acted that way with a client before. Never. Sure most of her clients were either disgusting old men, or arrogant bastards and this was a gorgeous woman who smelled absolutely amazing, but that didn't excuse anything.

The dressing room was filled conversation from girls changing into different costumes, but Emma was firmly in her own mind. As she walked, she could feel the slickness between her thighs. That dance had turned her on, no question about it. The real question was why?

Emma ran a hand through her messed blond curls as she sat on a bench outside her locker. She had been determined not to be like some of her coworkers, who had no issue crossing the line with some of the customers for a bigger tip. No, she was strictly a dancer. She normally didn't even allow them to put their hands on her body, but that woman had done that and more. Was she turning into one of those girls? The kind with low morals who turned tricks for a dollar, just like her old foster mother told her she was going to be. No. She wasn't like that. This was just the result of not having been with anyone in…well…it was definitely over the 2 year mark.

Emma tallied up her tips for the 2 hours she had been in the VIP room, it was more than enough to pay Robert his fee, 10% service charge and still pay her rent with money left over. Good, because she was not in the mood to continue.

One thing Emma appreciated about the Golden Lounge was that Robert did take care of his girls. There was a nice bathroom in the back that allowed her to shower before leaving. It wasn't five star hotel, but as long as one wore shower shoes, she could be comfortable enough cleaning up.

As she stood under the hot water, Emma's mind couldn't help but go back to that last dance. The woman had seemed so hesitant and uptight at first, but towards the end of the song, it was if she were dancing for a completely different person. Hesitant touches turned into rhythmic control. Accidental friction had become intentional stimulation. Those already dark eyes had turned black when the woman took hold of Emma's hips in the final minute of the song. She couldn't be sure, but when she looked into the chocolate gaze, she was almost sure that the brunette had been trying to make her come. Right there in the middle of the VIP room. And boy had she come close.

As her mind replayed the dance, it was as if Emma could feel the sensations wash over her again. She was definitely going to have to take care of herself when she got home.

Emma exited the shower, dried and dressed quickly. Within minutes she was dressed back in her jeans and a white tee shirt. She threw on her burnt orange leather jacket, which she had owned since she stole it at 18, and removed Robert's portion from her day's earnings.

"Whoa! Um it's barely 1," Ruby said coming back from her turn on the main stage. "I thought you were going to work the entire shift as rent is due tomorrow."

"I don't have to; I made enough during my VIP room service."

"What?"

"Yeah." Emma shrugged. She wasn't going to mention the thousand dollar dance that nearly led to an orgasm. "I don't need to stay longer."

"Well, Rob had you scheduled for the entire night."

"Tell him I went home sick and give him this." Emma pressed the envelope into Ruby's hand. "It's his fee plus ten percent." Emma didn't wait for a response as she hefted her small duffle onto her back and exited into the main room. She didn't want to chance Robert to see her leaving early and asking questions. Easiest way was to blend in with the patrons leaving.

The bright lights from the stage drowned the rest of the room into near darkness. Emma glanced around carefully, seeing that no one was paying her any attention she began making her way steadily across the room. As she crossed, she saw a familiar face sitting in the secluded booth near the main exit. Despite only having seen the woman up close for five minutes earlier, Emma could easily see the difference on the face she was looking at now.

The brunette was sipping on a pinkish drink from a glass, and based on the glazed look in her eyes, this wasn't her second or even third drink. Odd seeing as how Emma had saw her about 45 minutes ago. As the woman drained her glass, Emma could see the formation of tears beginning in the corners of the brown eyes.

"Hey," Emma stepped up to her. "You okay?"

"Excuse me?" the brunette said shaking the ice around her empty glass. "What business is it of yours?"

"Regina right?" Emma said hoping she got the name right.

"Do I know you?" she slurred.

"Princess…you know from the VIP room."

"Hmm…you look different with less make up…and more clothes." The woman leaned to the side of the booth, waving down a scantily clad waitress who was walking behind Emma. Emma turned to the girl and mouthed 'how many' to which the girl raised up all five fingers. Add that to what she had earlier in the room and Emma could easily deduce that the woman was drunk.

"Okay…" Emma said removing the already empty glass from the brunette's hand and started to pull her out of the booth. "I think that's enough for now."

"Who are you to tell me what is enough," Regina snapped, swaying as she struggled to stand. "I can drink as much as I want!"

"Well alcohol poisoning does exist, and even if you didn't have to worry about that, I'm going to guess you aren't the type that wants to pass out in a strip club." Emma didn't ask permission before slinging the drunk woman's arm over her shoulder, picking up the woman's purse and shuffling to the front door.

"I…I don't know you!" Regina said, simultaneously trying to get away and using the blonde to stand. After a moment she stopped fighting. "You're sexy though. I guess I can take you home."

As the pair exited to the cool night air, Emma glanced left and right, wondering she what she was going to do with the attractive, wealthy and drunk woman currently using her for balance. She couldn't very well leave her anywhere. She'd be robbed or worse within minutes.

"Did you drive here?"

"Why," the brunette slurred, then gave a small smile. "I don't have sex in my car. We have to go somewhere else." Shrugging, Emma fumbled through the woman's purse with her free hand, letting out a sigh of release when she pulled out keys, one which was a smart key for a Mercedes. It didn't look like any key she had seen, but she knew the car logo.

Emma shuffled them along the sidewalk to the lot, shaking the brunette occasionally as she started to fall several times. She ignored the string of curses being let loose into her ear with each shake. She didn't know how she was managing to half-carry a grown woman, along with her duffle bag and a purse, but she was doing it. Once they were in the lot, she raised the key, nearly jumping with delight as she saw headlights flash nearby. She pulled them to the two-door sports car, and half-dropped the brunette in the passenger's seat. It took some maneuvering, but she managed to put the drunken woman's legs in the car and shut the door without serious injury.

Emma tossed her duffle into the back seat before getting the driver's seat herself. Now where were they supposed to go? She started the engine, and glanced at the screen that came on. There were no stored addresses in the GPS. It was smart incase the car got stolen, but it also made things much harder. There was no way she was going to drive this woman back to her place. She had to wait for the woman, who was now nodding off, to sober up.

1:30 am. Nothing like coffee and grease to process alcohol, and she knew just where to go.

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