It looked like he might get a long-term agreement with this company as well. As he waited for desert, he pulled out an entertainment guide that he had picked up on the way in. He browsed through is looking for an interesting nightspot. He noticed that a couple of nightclubs held ‘ladies night’ on Wednesdays. One in particular caught his attention, advertising a ‘hot legs contest.’ After desert and coffee, George headed for the Intimate Rendezvous nightclub. He was surprised to find it in a quiet residential district of the city. The parking lot was only large enough for about forty cars, and it was less than half full. There was a small sign out in front, but otherwise the building looked like it could have housed a dentist’s office. George was surprised again when he got hit with a ten-dollar cover charge at the door. The guy collecting explained that, on Wednesdays, all males were charged ten dollars to cover prizes for the hot legs contest. The advertisement George read had failed. Oscar's grin just got wider. "Mike's already passed THAT test, Girl. You ever wonder what Slut, here, was doin' at Mike's on Wednesday?" His face got hard. "Tell, her, Slut." Oh, Os, do I hafta?" Vickie whined."Think of it as an exercise in honesty, Slut." Oscar's hand slipped over Vickie's crotch, and the finger rotation left no doubt what he was doing to her clit. "If ya tell her, I'll let ya cum - maybe I'll let ya wear clothes next week. If ya don't, I'm gonna use your ass instead of your pussy fer a week, an' I'm gonna make sure you don' get any joy outta it!"