Doctor Jazz watched the new girl who was stripping so damn well on the pole. He smiled and signaled one of the workers to come over.
"Is she new? Haven't seen her here before?" he asked.
"Yes, she started not long ago and has been making good turns for the boss… her name is Jennifer," the worker replied. Doctor Jazz smiled, nodding his head.
"She's well-endowed? It's intriguing that she didn't catch Raymond's attention in the other room," Jazz said.
"Boss doesn't mingle with his workers. No matter your status or how curvy the woman may be," the worker corrected. Jazz nodded.
"Nearly forgot who my friend is. Get the girl in the other room for me; I'm interested in her," Doctor Jazz said.
"She's only here to strip, not to work in the other ro—" The worker paused mid-sentence, seeing the look Doctor Jazz gave him.
"You just have to take permission from the boss," the worker mumbled, folding his lips to stop talking. Doctor Jazz ignored him and refocused his attention on Jennifer.
