The door to the club opens and Mr. Glass walks in, tall, good-looking; trench coat damp from rain. Amber's running her third set on the main stage behind me while Kat works the side stage. The music is loud, heavy with beat.  I watch him stroll across the floor to the manager' office as my customer plays with my ass. We're not supposed to let them touch us like this but hard times have made us desperate. Management looks...