At the sex boat, Lauren asks Hooker who these guys are that will be their clients for the night. Hooker imparts some ancient whore wisdom: never ask who your clients are. Then she goes on to relay she heard they are involved in importing/exporting. Vandalay Industries much? But seriously these guys are the Middle Eastern American Stereotype Mafia. Lauren walks off to go checking out the guys as they approach from the port side (or is that starboard side?) and spots David. This boat just got rocked.
We're back on the boat. Lauren is trying to figure out how to avoid David. Once he passes by without noticing Lauren, she decides she might as well start spying on him to find out what he's doing on a hooker mafia boat. She observes him talking to Hassan for a little bit. Hassan tells David to make himself at home and find himself a girl he likes. Lauren grabs Hooker to use her as cover so David won't see her and lets her know what's going on. Lauren insists she needs to get off the boat. When David and Hassan walk off together, Lauren makes her move upstairs with Hooker following close behind. Hooker stops on the staircase to look back at David who turns and notices her. Upstairs, Hooker tells Lauren that if she bails, she'll incur the wrath of Wendi. Lauren: staying is not an option. She'll deal with Wendi later. When great minds are backed into a corner, they come up with brilliant plans. Here's what these women come up with. David comes upstairs and Hooker plants her mouth on his face while Lauren sneaks by and goes downstairs. Sheer genius. Lauren gets off the boat and books it. She runs through the night, cocktail dress flapping in the wind.