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The bartender set the pink drink down at the exact moment that the woman walked in the door. A puff of vapor rose from the fizzing liquid on the marble bar of the establishment after which both the drink and the proprietor were named - The Pink Dakini Lounge - this most recent pop-up being on the outskirts of a sprawling city in the lowlands of the Arizona Desert. In a charming BritLit accent she addressed the handsome gentleman, "My darling Sammy."

A hand hovered before him and he kissed the ring on it then turned it over and kissed the mandala on her palm. Had anyone else called him that he'd knock their teeth in but this magnificent being had saved him. She could do anything, say anything that she liked and he would willingly submit. The emerald-eyed beauty put two of her well-manicured hands on either side of his face and kissed his forehead leaving a crimson stain. She picked up the martini glass, turned and gazed out onto the dance floor empty but for a brassy blonde in 70's disco attire swaying with boredom to Donna Summer's 1975 hit 'Love To Love You Baby', and her inebriated dance partner who struggled to stay on his feet.

Maxine sipped the luminous libation then picked the cherry up by its stem, sucked on it momentarily and plopped it back down in. She always saved the cherry for last. "How's the entertainment tonight Sammy?"

"He's almost done for. She's been workin' him pretty hard."

Dakini downed the drink and popped the cherry into her mouth, placed the glass on the bar and picked up a manila folder, "Excellent! I have a midnight rendezvous in Paris. Let's finish him off."

Sam pushed a button under the counter sending steel shutters rolling down over all the windows and doors with an ominous thunk. The drunken man looked up at the sound, confused. The young woman caught him by the elbow as he reeled off balance.

"What was that?" the man slurred.

"Nothing John, come sit down."

They were always named John. Even though they were lechers Ms. Maxine had told her to show them proper respect, the same as one would treat a small child or a dog who doesn't know any better. The blonde led the man to a white leather couch. Maxine strolled coolly out onto the dance floor, open folder in hand. She kissed the girl on the cheek, "Well done Lexi my love. I'll take it from here. Call the cleaning lad, tell him to come by in an hour."

"Yes Ms. Maxine." Lexi walked over to Sam and nuzzled into his neck. She was only the bait for the men her mistress gave lessons to. It was no big deal to her.

"You ready to go?" Sammy asked Lexi.  

"Oh I don't know... I sort of like watching this part."