Bearings

"Now we'll see the consequences if you don't buck up your ideas, Gail," boomed Bernard as he strode into the heart of the club. "Let's see how much respect you merit, even as a customer."

"Dad! I'll be waitressing, but not in a strip club!" She half-fainted, as her father looked on, more in sadness than anger.

"I suppose no-one's going to..." he sighed, just moments before she was whisked onto a sofa in a side-room.

"Perch yourself on that stool, sir," suggested the helper. Bernard's feet edged an expectant inch nearer the door. "At least now you see," he hissed. Gail couldn't budge.