Stripped
The case she's been investigating was a bust. Nothing supernatural. Just a bunch of second rate strippers and Johns who thought getting handsy with the help got them out of paying for lap dances. A smile crosses her face as she thinks of the drink she accidently dumped in a customer's lap. Not that he learned anything from his liquor shower, drunken hands still reaching for her. She was lucky Ernie hadn't fired her on the spot. Instead, the crusty old manager just laughed and said,...