Snake kicked his feet up on the table watching the girls filter from the stage into the crowd. Money wasn't the issue, he'd just hit an armored car, it was all about choice and he was having a hard time deciding. Plissken took a drink of his double shot as his eye continued to rove over the women. Finally, he settled on one. Her legs were long, pale ivory topped with gorgeous curves all the way up to her tousled chestnut hair.

She smiled and giggled whispering to the girl beside her when she finally caught Plissken staring. Plissken liked her reaction and motioned for her to join him. The way she strutted to the table with the slinky sway to her hips put Snake on edge.

As soon as she was close enough Plissken's hand was on her thigh and she stopped in her tracks. A shiver crawled up her skin under his fingers and he gave her a sincere smile, something Snake rarely did anymore. She relaxed and moved closer leaning against his table. Her fingers daintily touched the spikes on the toe of his boots but the look from the corner of her eye was pure seduction.

She was toying with him and he played right along pushing his hand farther up her leg. Her skirt bunched at his wrist and he admired the lace at the top of those long stockings but his mind was on things farther up. He could hear her nails on the metal shin plate and he smiled. She was a very good choice.

"Are you going to pay or just touch?"

Snake sighed to himself. The mistress was a harsh woman he could tell as soon as he laid eyes on her. Snake flashed her a smile but he didn't remove his hand.

"I suggest you take your hand off her. She's too expensive for a rogue like you."

Plissken cocked his brow feeling the devious expression fill his features. He set his drink aside and pulled the stack of greenbacks from his coat pocket and slammed them on the table. The mistress jumped and Snake figured she was expecting a gun. Normally Plissken may have done just that but he respected the Diamond Dolls even if this woman was less then tolerable.

The Snake slowly pulled his hand from the bills finally exposing to the shrewd woman what he had placed on the table. Her eyes widened as she gazed on the stack of fifties still bound in the Federal Reserve's paper bands. Her eyes regarded Plissken and he watched the recognition filter in.

"I heard you were dead."

"Not Yet." Snake shrugged letting his fingers trace the edge of the stockings lace tops. The mistress began to smile and Snake knew she was up to something. He could feel it in his eye.

"I hear you're a fair dealing man."

Plissken said nothing. Experience said she was about to ask him for something but for what? That puzzled him. She cut straight to business as she pulled the chair up beside him.

"My girls need protection."

Snake took his eye from the woman and scanned the crowd. The whorehouse bar was filled with more shady and dangerous looking men then Snake wanted to imagine. Plissken played disinterested but was curious about his pay.

"So"

She was undeterred by his brush off. The mistress watched her girl's hand working its way up his thigh. Snake was watching her hand too but for a much different reason. Her touch was fire on his body. When his attention returned to the mistress her lips were pressed to a thin line.

"You keep my place clean and help acquire food, I'll give you the night's first choice and…" Her eye hit the glass in Snake's hand. "…other pleasures as you see fit."

The deal had Snake's full attention. This was a job he could get behind and what a way to get those months of R&R he wanted.

"When do I start?"

"Tonight" She stated.

Snake considered it as the ivory hands disappeared under his black shirt. "Tomorrow." He couldn't work like this. There was only one thing he was doing tonight and it had nothing to do with this offer.

"Tonight". Her voice was insistent.

"Find someone else." Snake downed the rest of his drink and ignored the mistress.

He caught her heavy sigh and Snake smiled. He wanted her to know who would be in control when he worked.

Eventually she nodded. "In the morning but you pay tonight. "

The whore slid into his lap and Snake threw the stack of money at his new employer. She continued to talk but her words were wasted on him as the lips worked up his neck. He hated Jersey, all of it except this.