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I've nothing to hide (in my shoe at least) so when Gustav suggests that I
take them off, I don't protest, slipping the shoes off and letting them
fall to the floor. The one with the paper lands on its side, with the
folded sheet visible. Still, with me in his lap he can't very well reach
down and pick it up.
He solves this problem a moment later, whispering in my ear that he'd like a special drink that the club makes, but that the erstwhile barmen wouldn't know how to mix. I am happy to oblige, going barefoot and leaving my shoes behind. After all, I want him to check the paper and verify my innocence (even though I'm not quite innocent) Judging from his reactions so far, he likely didn't notice the missing page in his ledger, but still wants to check the paper in my shoe. Let him check then. A couple of minutes later, I return with his drink. He smiles broadly and gestures for me to resume my position. He seems less tense and more relaxed. I'm certain he has looked at the paper and determined that I was telling the truth earlier. For better or worse, I spend most of the rest of the night in Gustav's lap. He assures me that I will be paid fairly for the entire night, despite only working half of it. Gustav fondles my thigh a bit (inevitable, really, given the length of my skirt) but dosen't go any farther than that. He mostly talks to his friends, and occasionally to me. I even have the pleasure of having the barman who dumped the pitcher over my head serve me a drink or three. Or was that four? I lost count somewhere. Eventually, the party ends.
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