It was a Friday night and nightclubs up and down the coast were packed to the gills with partygoers. Since it was summer, and the heat was stifling even in the absence of the sun, many wore little. Bikinis, swim trunks, and white t-shirts, soaked or otherwise, were a common feature of the crowds these clubs drew. Alcohol flowed freely, and inhibitions were often cast aside.

It was in this environment that a creature like Gigi thrived. She loved the loud music, the mystery hands pawing at her body, the free flow of intoxicants of all kinds, and the dark corners, bathrooms, alleys and broom closets where she plied her trade. The wads of bills stuffed into the cups of her swimsuit were a testament to her skills.

Gigi had already made more than enough tonight to cover her rent for months. The only reason she was still out was because partying was second nature to her. Why make all the money if you can't spend it getting fucked up?

So it was with a predatory glint in her eye that Gigi laid eyes on her next target. He was standing at the edge of the club, nursing a beer and looking out at the dance floor. In a moment, he had locked eyes with Gigi, and she began to eagerly move up to him, her decision made.