“Well girls, you’ve certainly made this business boom bigger than it has in years. I’ve never seen routines quite like yours, wow!”
 
Bedbug and Amy winked and nudged each other in response to their boss’s praise. They’d only been in this business for a few months and they’d already raked in so many bits. It was a job that paid off in both money and satisfaction!
 
“But as my wife keeps telling me, it’s long past time I retire from this business. Ol’ Mr. Rich won’t be around forever,” Filthy Rich chuckled. “I’ve decided to take you two up on your dream of opening your own club by passing my building, equipment, and employees down to you. You’re the bosses now, the place is yours.”
 
“No way!” Bedbug gasped.
 
“Really? Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Rich!” Amy giddily shook his hoof.
 
“You can call me Filthy now, since I’m no longer the boss. This is just between us, don’t let everyone think they can call me that. I won’t be retiring completely as I’ll still help you girls with finances, but at least my wife will think I quit. Don’t let her know that, of course,” he chuckled.
 
“As long as you don’t tell my dad about this!” Amy joked. “Now let’s get on to the grand opening of the new Saddle Shredder strip club!”