"Who the fuck are you?!" the voice angrily barked at you as you passed this section of the streets.

It wasn't Axel, but it was one of the guys who worked for him. You may not of known this though, unless you were privy to his line of business and the people who frequented his establishment. Vegas had a lot going on for it, even before Axel set up shop with his own little slice of the pie.

There was never anything like this though. Which was weird, and which is what Axel thought, that it was weird, and that he felt a little weird for thinking it was weird. How could prostitution not be as jumped on as it was? But that was fine and dandy, it meant more money in the pocket by cornering the local market and riding that cash cow all the way to the bank.

With Arizona Club rawring along, things were expanding, naturally. Which is where you found this polite young gentleman, in the process of expansion. He stood defiantly with a mean expression chiselled into his face, frown lines dug into his forehead and a heavy scowl that just wasn't at all itching to be turned upside down. As his arms crossed in front of his chest it meant he wasn't exactly open to a friendly bit of banter either. Not a happy camper, at all.

But he didn't need to be. And for expansions sake, this is why he was here and had been hired by Axel. Legs Malone was a stand over guy who was currently standing guard in this section of the public domain as one of the Vegas broads he was out protecting just finished 'expanding' her assets. She seductively walked over from a shady area and slid her hand over Legs' shoulder as she slowly moved around the back of the brick shit house to stand by his side, all the while a gentleman quickly walked away from the same shadowy patch behind them.

"Who's this then?" she said in a slow and drawn out alluring tone as she eyed you over and leaned up against Legs.

"No fucking clue." He grunted in response as he shuffled his stance.

"Well we best be off then. Axel said to not be out here too long." Florence commanded, then gave you a little wink before turning and elegantly sauntering off. She made sure to accentuate her hip movements which in turn made her ass more notable.

The big brute of a guy stood there a little while longer though. After getting a sense you may not actually be as much of a threat as initially thought, he relaxed his arms and dug them deep into his trouser pockets.

"Here." Legs eased out in a change of tone, having softened his hard ass act a little. He removed a piece of paper and handed it to you.

"Arizona Club. Vegas. Come visit sometime." was his parting words. He turned and began following Florence, who had found herself in a conversation with another potential client.

Upon opening the bit of paper, it read...

↪ Lookin' for a drink? And maybe some tits? Or a game of just the tip? Visit Arizona Club. Las Vegas. ↩