Elizabeth slowly made her way down the dimly light hallway, taking in her surroundings. After the first few feet to her left she saw another long hallway that held a door at the end of it. She assumed that led to the back office, which was obviously off limits. Further down the hall she saw an entrance to the kitchen, another leading to the stairs, then came the last door before the exit, the one where all the sound was coming from.

Taking a deep breath she stepped inside and was thrown into another world.

She had been working as an exotic dancer for a while now and never in her many travels did she see a set up such as this. The room was huge, consisting of ten vanities for each of the dancers to use. They were lined up five in a row and then backs toward each other. A row of lockers lined the dark brown walls, each coming with its own key lock. She quickly found the showers; tubs included and were amazed that they seemed clean and almost feminine. She didn't feel like she had to wear flip flops to use them.

Stepping further into the room Elizabeth looked up at the brightly lit ceiling. The light wasn't fluorescent, so the girls would be able to tell how well they and their make-up looked. They had their own separate entrance to the kitchen and a bowl of fruit sat on one of the side tables next to a small bowl of mints.

There were even a few leather chairs and a television set which included a VCR and DVD player.

Was this a hotel convention or a strip club?

Noticing that the room grew silent Elizabeth focused on the vanities in front of her and met nine pairs of eyes, each one curious about her and her background.

Her name was Elizabeth Webber and that's all they were going to know.

"I was just hired," she said with a small smile. "I'm going to hurry up and shower so I don't hold anyone back."

"Nonsense honey," a very tall, very leggy blond woman said as she stood up and approached Elizabeth. She held her hand out as her bright red silk robe swooshed around her. "I'm Peggy, what's your name?"

"I'm Lizzie," Elizabeth said shaking her hand, "It's very nice to meet you."

Peggy shook her hand and then slipped an arm around Elizabeth, "Let me introduce you to the girls. The ones yakking over there by the sinks are Candy and Crystal, they're from upstate, heard about who was running the joint and scurried down here pronto. Becky and Jill are over there," she motioned to two girls applying their make up. They smiled and waved. "This is Rita, Marie and Karen," she said pointing to the three women standing in front of them, "And that's Baby." She said as a girl raised her head from the lockers. "She was a fan of the spice girls."

Baby shrugged and pulled off the top she was wearing, "Whatever works."

"Well, thank you for the introductions," Elizabeth said looking up at Peggy, "Which vanity is open?"

"The one on the other side of mine," Peggy said as she showed Elizabeth, "We've all been here for about a week practicing. We didn't actually think the owner would fill the tenth spot before tonight."

"I just happened to see the ad," Elizabeth said, "Figured I'd stop in."

"This ain't no walk in the park sweetie," Elizabeth heard from the woman named Candy behind her. She smirked as she popped her gum.

Elizabeth shook her head and placed her bag down on the floor in front of her. "I think I can handle it."

"Mr. Corinthos is going to want perfection," Crystal said, "Did you even show him your real resume?"

"Sonny Corinthos," she said quietly.

There was that name again, the ringing was back in Elizabeth's head, a buzz forming around it, almost warning her that she was stepping into something she might regret.

Damn't, if only she could place that name.

"Yes, Sonny Corinthos," Peggy gushed. "None of us ever thought we'd be working for the Sonny Corinthos."

"Or even the Jason Morgan," Becky said on a sigh. "Those jeans."

Then it hit her, like a pale of ice cold water to the face. Elizabeth felt herself slowly sit down on the chair in front of the vanity, grateful she was near it.

The Sonny Corinthos. The Jason Morgan. The Port Charles Mafia.

"Someone looks a little pale," Candy laughed.

"Don't listen to her," Peggy said. "This is a legitimate place and Mr. Corinthos has all the legal paperwork necessary to run it. Don't believe a thing you hear, they're good people and they're not going to involve us in that side of their business. Now hurry up, we only have about an hour."

Peggy disappeared to her own vanity and Elizabeth placed her head in her hands, willing the world to stop spinning around her.

She was now working for Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan. Jason Morgan was the man who had officially hired her. She was stripping at a club that was probably just a front for some illegal funds to be shifted through.

Elizabeth had just stepped back into the world she was running from.

"Sonny let you know when you were off book duty." Johnny asked as Jason opened a beer.

Jason shook his head and ran his fingers through his spiky hair, "I'm just grateful he didn't ask me to wear a suit like everyone else," he motioned pointing to the bodyguard. "Was Sonny aware that you were the one interviewing the strippers?"

Johnny shrugged, "Sonny asked me to watch the girls. I only felt it was part of my job to be the one interviewing them. You know, make sure they're clean.

Jason felt a smile tug at his lips. "Did you make them do a tryout? You know, make sure they weren't packing?"

Johnny laughed as he brought his own beer to his lips, "They all checked out."

All but one, Jason thought as he reached for a manila folder in front of him and handed it over to Johnny.

"Research for later," he said. "I have a feeling the new hire isn't what she seems to be."

"Her identity?" Johnny asked, "You think she's running from something?"

"I think she's got the body of a stripper," Jason said taking another sip of his beer.

"Almost a requirement," Johnny said as he looked at the birth certificate and photo identification on Elizabeth Webber.

"And the face of a fifteen year old."

Johnny looked up at him surprised, "And you hired her?"

"They don't look fake," Jason said pointing out the folder, "I've been through Connecticut before, their genuine IDs. I just want to double check."

"Is she performing tonight?" Johnny asked as he looked down at the folder again, "Jason, Sonny won't deal with another under age person here. He almost went down once, even if you were the one who hired her…"

"I wouldn't jeopardize the club, especially with the fact that we know a few undercover cops are going to be in here tonight," Jason said. "I'm going to speak with her before she goes on stage, have her do something different than the other girls."

"Seduce the undercover cops?" Johnny asked with raised eyebrows.

Jason laughed as he finished off his beer, "That would be too much of a tip off. I'm going to try and intercept Sonny before the girls get on stage. I'd rather he hear it from me."

Johnny looked up at Jason, "He's not going to question who you hire."

Jason nodded as he headed out the door of his office, "Just like I don't question you."

"Elizabeth," Jason said quietly as the girls made their way from the dressing rooms to the back stage area, "I need to speak with you."

"Oohh private talk with the boss," Candy murmured.

"Bet she's trying to fuck him," Crystal snorted as they passed, popping her gum along the way.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she moved to stand next to Jason in a very short, very low cut blue velvet robe. His eyes couldn't help but wander down the slight v of her…

"It's Lizzie," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair, "The girls call me Lizzie."

"Elizabeth," he said again as he averted his eyes to her face. That reminded him that they had still yet to confirm or deny her age, "I haven't been able to check on your status, you know call the hospital, department of motor vehicles…"

"Trusting me, yeah, that sort of thing," she sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest. She wasn't aware that the move caused her robe to open even more, allowing Jason a view of her black, lacy bra, which seemed to strain against here creamy white breasts.

He shook his head, needing to concentrate, "I'll be able to do it first thing tomorrow morning, let you know if you still have a job here."

She started to open her mouth, to stay something that he was sure was a fiery come back but he held up his hands.

"I'm allowing you to work tonight, for the simple fact that you look like you need money for a meal or two…"

Her eyes flashed and her mouth opened yet again for a retort but he continued on.

"I just need you to keep it toned down, just for tonight. Most of the other girls are ether going topless or fully nude I don't want that from you, you're the mid set, leave them wanting when you're done," he said. "Just for tonight, that's all I'm asking."

Elizabeth looked at him oddly. She had been doing this for over a year and this was the first time a man, a godly man at that, actually asked her to keep her clothes on. It amused her and the side of her mouth quirked up.

"I can do that, I can try," she said, "I'm not used to a man asking me not to strip, especially when he's hired me to do so."

"I…"

She pressed two fingers against his lips. They were warm, moist and a delicious chill ran down her spine. She licked her own lips, realizing that she would love to give this man his own private show.

Then remembering who this man was she quickly pulled her fingers away.

"I need to change, I need a different outfit, can you keep the two Barbie's on stage for a little bit longer?"

He bit back his laughter. He couldn't help but think the two blondes resembled the little toys Sonny's young daughter played with. He nodded to Elizabeth and she gave him a small smile, disappearing back down the hall to the dressing rooms.

He wasn't sure what she was changing into, but it had to be better than that black lace bra.

Sonny stood behind one end of the bar looking pleased. Opening night was clearly a success and while some uniform officers stuck around for an hour to make sure things were on the up and up they had disappeared and the patrons had begun to enjoy themselves. While it was mostly a male audience he did notice a female or two laughing it up and enjoying the liquor. As long as they didn't climb up on the tables and try to take away from his girls he wasn't worried about it.

It looked like Lily's was going to be a great business, possibly even better than the coffee warehouse, and much easier to explain the profits.

"Hey."

Sonny turned around with bourbon in his hand and smiled at Jason. This wouldn't have worked without Jason's help. Sure they had an accountant that could easily take care of the books but Jason would pick up on things most others wouldn't and he would be here to make sure no one slipped up. Granted Sonny knew Jason hated it, he'd rather be out on the street doing what he was originally hired to do, but this is where he was needed at the moment and Jason seemed to accept it.

Not happily, but accepted it nonetheless.

"How are things going?" Sonny asked, "From my end the bar is pretty busy and the waitresses have things running smoothly. The couple of girls I've seen look good," he said motioning to the stage where Candy and Crystal were entertaining the men and collecting some bills.

Jason wondered if Johnny even asked for their real names. He decided he didn't care as long as they passed through the security check.

All but one did.

"There's something I have to tell you, something I didn't get a chance to run by you," Jason said as he licked his lips, "We had a last minute hire about an hour before the club opened. I didn't get a chance to run her through so I had a chat with her, checked out her ID, she looks okay and she's not going to do the usual performance tonight."

Sonny shrugged as he took a long sip of his bourbon, "Jason, I trust you, you know that. I mean, I don't know why you're even…"

Then the lights went dim and both Sonny and Jason focused on the stage. A spotlight appeared, the curtains were pulled back and there Elizabeth Webber stood in those ridiculously high heeled boots and a vinyl outfit.

A police officer's vinyl outfit; blue top, black skirt and matching cap.

Jason couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as her fingers curled around the poll and she slid the front of her body down it.

She had better be eighteen.

"She had better be eighteen," Sonny said through gritted teeth, "Look at her face, she looks like she just stepped out of grade school Jason, Jesus."

Jason mouth moved soundlessly, his jaw was working but nothing was coming from his lips. Not when she whipped that hat off her head and her hair tumbled onto her shoulders in a riot of curls. Nothing came out when the blue vinyl top was ripped open and she revealed that black lace bra. Nothing came out when she bent down in front of the audience, giving them a view of her matching boy short panties while she unzipped her vinyl boots.

He just stood there and gawked and then groaned and then grew very, very hard.

"Jason!"

The slam of Sonny's glass onto the bar brought his attention back to his boss. He swallowed hard as he tried to find out some way to calm Sonny's rage. He knew he was going to hear it from Sonny, he didn't want to hear it from Sonny's wife tomorrow that he sent her husband home mad.

"Her ID looked authentic," Jason said, "We needed the extra spot filled and I didn't have time to run a thorough background. She's got a birth certificate and a driver's license. Johnny agreed with me when he said they looked real," he took a chance with his next statement, "He also said you trust me."

"I do," Sonny said and then sighed, "I do. We just have a lot riding on this until the Feds go away."

"I know," Jason said his eyes drifting back towards the stage as Elizabeth's hands slowly unzipped that vinyl skirt, "Fuck do I know."

Then the lights went out, just like he said and she disappeared back behind the curtain. There were some boos and chants but then the stage lit up again and a woman by the name of Peggy, he thought, appeared and started to entertain the crowd.

Elizabeth kept her word, still had on that damn bra, but kept her word.

She had only made it down to her bra and skirt and Jason felt like he needed a cold shower, pronto. He didn't know what he was going to do if he found out she was indeed eighteen and would fully strip tomorrow.

He had a feeling he'd be bathing in a tub of ice.