Jim continued to wrestle with his conscience, and was so lost in thought that he was startled when the bus stopped and Candace stood up. "You can stay on the bus if you want to," she said, "but this is my stop." Indeed Mountaineers' garish neon sign could be seen through the bus window.
"I'd better come with you," he said.
"Do you think that I can't manage on my own?" she said, as she stepped down from the bus, causing her breasts to bouncee alluringly under her poncho. "If you've any ideas about saying that you're my manager and asking for ten per cent of my earnings, then you can forget them."
"No, of course not," Jim said as they entered the club. "I'm just being a friend."
A bouncer barred their way. "Tickets are thirty dollars," he said, pointing at a window behind which a bored-looking woman srood.
"No, I'm looking for a job," Candace said. "I'm a trained dancer."
"Dancer? Don't make me laugh. It's a miracle than you can even walk with those."
"They're a lot lighter than they look. Find out for yourself, if you don't believe me." Candace thrust out her chest invitingly.
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