After begging my boss for months to give me better hours during the better time slots I was finally given a shift during the Friday night shift.  That's how I ended up learning even more about the Titty Twister.  The bottom line is that the strip club was just a front for the local gang.  They owned it and used it to sell some of their 'product' but it wasn't the only thing they sold because the TT was also an underground brothel.  That's what I found out when I got the friday night shift.  When I was picked by a customer i thought it was just for a private dance in the champagne room... except we were led into a room I had never been... A room with a bed!  I already felt enough like a whore because of my almost nightly visits from the local gang members and them always leaving some cash on my bedside table.  I didn't want to go full on prostitute but it looked like I wasn't going to be given a choice.  When I tried to back out of the situation a gang member showed up and told me to shut up and put out.  He made it very clear if I didn't I would be out of a job and that it would happen after he held me down and let the customer use me.  That night I serviced 3 customers.  I guess I really am a whore now.  I was now making even more money but it seemed like I was paying a huge price in the process.  This all started when the local gang pressured me into servicing it's members.  But it wasn't like I could turn them down!  The apartment where I lived was deep in their territory and they got whatever they wanted.  Hell, even the police presence my neighborhood was pretty light and hands off.  I'd seen cops look away when the gang was selling their 'stuff' plenty of times.  So it was either give in to their demands, leave or probably end up dead.