Another bodyguard, looking like a twin to MIB, comes out of one of the bedrooms and grabs Susan, pushing her towards the door.

"Think about it Nicole," I yell, but MIB squeezes the air out of me and I gag before I can finish.

"Come back here and finish your dance!" One of the businessmen yells and I watch Nicole step back up on the table.

"Where were we fellas?" she coos as Susan and I are pushed out of the suite.

"Fuck!" I say, lying on the floor gasping for air. Susan kneels next to me.

"Are you alright? Why didn't you use the transmitter?" Good question. "What are...