Vicki saw Henry the minute she stepped out. She didn't see Mike but she was really only looking for Henry. She didn't know how these ladies did this every night. She was on edge, dancing in her panties in front of strange men. She was willing to though to catch a killer. So, she decided to find Henry right away and pretend it was all for him. Dancing just for him, she would tune everyone else out.

That was a little difficult with all of the other men in the club but she just kept her eyes on him. She made the D.J. play the song for her once through so she could get her rhythm. The thong was killing her and she had NO plans to take anything off at all, just stay long enough for them to catch Harry.

She could see immediately that Henry was mad. So, she started dancing and on cue, slapped her ass when the song called for it.

Henry was in awe, although the had been adventurous together, trying differnent things, nothing disgusting of course, this was well...just beyond words really. Henry could not take his eyes off of her, Mike had been right. Henry could feel himself becoming aroused. He tried to shake it off but Vicki was writhing on the pole, swinging around just right, riding her left leg up, holding herself there and flinging herself back to him, her hair brushing his face. Where had she learned that?? He was sweating..he didn't realize he could sweat again until that moment. She continued her dance to the music but Henry could no longer hear it. He could only hear her pulse, her heartbeat and he really wanted it, right now. Shake it off, shake it off, he told himself. Easier said than done.

Vicki was strutting down the stairs. Some big blonde logger looking guy was yelling, "Hey, Xena, you got skills? I got skills, let me show ya-ayayayayaya!" he tried yelling the Xena yell, weak.

Henry looked at him and growled, scaring the crap out of him. The man backed down, Henry turned back to Vicki. She had climbed into his lap, leaned down and whispered:

"The girls said I can have this outfit, I told them you wouldn't let me.." she pulled back, turning to grind her rear into him, he couldn't think straight..not good. Vicki was in control however and was peering around the club looking for him, nothing. She arched her back, running her hair along his chest, he drank in the smell.

"You are damn well keeping that and wearing it for a minute tonight," he finally whispered back. She turned to him and ground into him, he wasn't allowed to touch her, that was the rule in the club. This was the epitome of foreplay. Her breasts were so close to his face that he was cross-eyed. He had to close his eyes, his fangs were starting to slip. She jumped out of his lap and onto the pole at his table, she had seen his loss of control and felt him through his jeans, thank God he wore black. She was trying to keep herself in check too.

She was writhing on the pole when Henry caught his scent. He looked toward the door and there he stood, looking as innocent as possible. As Henry stood up to find Mike, Vicki saw what he saw and realized what was going on. She jumped down from the pole.

Another man appoached her and she told him to back off, "You can't afford me."

"I'll give you triple what he gave you."

"Not even possible.." she said running to throw her clothes on. Back in the dressing room she told the remaining girls to stay there.

"He's here?" One of them started crying.

"Yes, but we've got him," she said pulling on her clothes over her new outfit, the one Henry said she would only wear for a minute.

"Vicki," Kandy said, "be careful." Vicki nodded, gave a smile and went out to the front.

Just as she exited the backstage area, she felt a hand cover her mouth.

"Don't move Vicki Nelson or I'll kill you in here." Vicki's though was fu!