Mike reaches down and picks up the owner of the club. He's still terrified, which Mike thinks is just terrific. This guy has no idea what he's in for. Mike suspects there's a way to the dressing room without having to go back to the main stage, and sure enough, after trying a few doors he’s in there.
He goes up to the first stripper he sees, and tells her he needs to speak with her in private. She starts looking around, as if uncertain whether to call security, and Mike briefly thinks about using the mind control function on her. Instead, he tries insisting again, and she says she'll talk to him for just a minute. That's all the time he needs.
Once they're in a quiet location, Mike tells her he’s got great news. He says he knows her boss has been treating her and her co-workers like shit (which he just assumes), and he’s found a way to even the score. He opens up his hand, as her now-timid boss cowers in his palm. The little guy looks up at her and nearly faints. For her part, the stripper's jaw drops, but quickly turns into an evil grin. Mike likes this chick. Still holding out the strip club owner, he leans in towards the stripper and whispers in her ear: "He's yours." She'll take good care of him.
Come to think of it, Mike starts to wonder whether this stripper has issues with her co-workers like most people do. If he gives her all the strippers he’s shrunk, she might torment them all too. He can always shrink more women himself somewhere, so it's not like he needs to hold onto them.