This isn't my story.

She is my friend ad I wish I could kill him or beat him senseless.

She was just trying to get her money. That was all. He is one of our bosses, I stay out of his way because of the stories.

He is the only cloud in my beautiful, wonderful, safe club.

He is supposed to keep us safe.

She was just standing up for herself- trying to tell her side of the story. He kept cutting her off, telling her to be quiet.

He was the only man on duty and if L would have been there it wouldn't have happened.

I will freely admit- I hide behind L. If a man disrespects me in any way I can count on him or point him out and say
Yeah you see that man in the suit with the glasses? If you don't stop, I'm going to get him.

I have a strong personality and he is the only man I will diminuatively stand behind while he handles the problem- because it gets handled. I don't ave to smack away hands, yell and scream.
Because it isn't part of my job description anymore.
I never begrudge tipping him out because he is so kind.

He brought her into the office- pitch quiet brightly lit.

You owe me five dances, naked.
What? You can't be serious.
I am.
I'm not going to dance for you naked.
You owe me.
I'm not going to do it.

He looked at her and angrily said

You're lucky I don't kick your ass out of this club for good for not doing this. I should make you do it.

She fled, and burst into tears.

When she told me this story I was horrified because

HERE? NO WAY. That sounds like Las Vegas. I would have cried, or told someone.
I did cry.

I will never respect him again, and I hate him.
I don't know why she didn't tell.