Private Dancer | Falice

Addiction

The following days FP had done a lot of research on the Whyrm and its history. He had found out that Hal had bought it for practically nothing, renovated it and turned the place  into a strip club almost twenty years ago. Since then it had been the place were mostly north siders came to get away from their busy lives or their boring marriages.

There were working seven women, once for each day of the week. He had only met Alice, because he was involved with her right now, but he was planning on meeting the other girl as well to see how their view on the Whyrm is. They could be a very strong front to defend Hal or Alice at the trial.

One thing didn't really worked in Hal's favour. His staff had been caught dealing lots of drugs behind the bar multiple times. They couldn't get away with the excuse that it was just a small stash because they had been found with a serious amount of cocaine. They brought the arrest in connection with the drug trade that had been going on for years in the South Side, but they never arrested someone for that.

FP had no clue if Hal really was that innocent, but now it was his job to make sure the judge could rule in his favour, whether Hal had ties to the trades or not. Hal kept saying that it was just his staff dealing in their free time without his knowledge, but he wasn't so sure about that.

For now his staff stayed either quiet or supported him. If the women of the bar supported him as well, Hal would have a good shot at winning the trial against the Sheriff. There was no hard evidence anyway.

So that was the basis of the case. FP would hear out everyone involved with the Whyrm to build the case as strong as possible. Hal had agreed on that, telling him that he trusted his staff completely because they would all confirm that he is innocent in this whole story.

FP shook Hal's hand and was ready to get to work until Hal's eyes drifted off to someone who stood behind him. ''Alice, honey, come over here.'' FP looked over his shoulder to let his brown eyes meet with her blue ones. She let a small smile creep on her face when she noticed FP.

She tried hard to not pay attention to the fact that the man she was sleeping with was now sitting at a table talking to her boss, who still was her boyfriend as well. Even when they didn't really have a normal relationship, for some reason she'd still reffered to him as her boyfriend, but she would probably stop doing that real soon. They rarely saw each other out of work and hadn't slept together in over two months now. Hal probably got laid a lot by other women, just as much Alice was enjoying her arrangement with FP.

''You were one of her clients a few weeks ago, weren't you?'' Hal mentioned, now remembering that he had been in her private room before. FP's cheeks flushed when he thought back to how he had interrupted their fight and how Alice had pretended like he was just some client coming for a hook-up. They did sleep together that night, but not in the way Hal thought they did.

''Anyway, you probably met each other.'' He said when he didn't really get a response from either FP or Alice. She took a seat next to Hal and let him peck a kiss in her on her cheek while her eyes were still fixated on FP.

''We do. Good to see you again.'' She now said, giving him a quick wink. To not make it too obvious she broke the eye contact and looked at the paperwork in front of them. Alice had no clue why the man she was secretly sleeping with had an appointment with her actual boyfriend.

They may have an open relationship, but she was pretty sure Hal wasn't going to be amused if he found out the she was hooking up with the same guy more than once. Sleeping with other guys for work was one thing, because he made money with that as well, but having an affair behind his back? He wasn't going to be amused if he found out.

''FP is working on the case I told you about. He'll make an appointment with you as well.'' Hal explained her unasked question. Alice smirked slightly. ''I am free tonight. You can come around.'' She tried to act innocent and wrote down her address for him, while in fact he already knew out the top of his head were she was living.