I met with Bill two days ago and he gave me an update on my brother. He found out Tim had been in Alabama but moved on since then. Bill has yet to track him down again. I was starting to feel like I should contact the police but the thought of my brother in jail didn’t sit well with me.
“Okay, girl, I'm just going to change my shoes and we can go. Now, keep in mind that bachelor parties do tend to get a little crazy,” she says, stepping into a pair of platform stilettos.
“What do you mean crazy?” I ask, feeling nervous. There had been a few times when a guy would get a little handsy but the bouncers always made sure to cut in before it could get out of control.
“Well, they tend to drink a lot more and a lot of times that makes them dumber than normal.” I giggled I couldn’t help it. Bambi was one hundred percent lesbian and thought all men were stupid. At first, knowing that she was attracted to women made it a little uncomfortable. Then, I realized she had a type and I was not it. She smiled and shook her head. “If you have a problem, just tell me and I’ll step in.”
“I'm sure they won’t be that bad,” I say, wondering how many people said that as their final words.
Trevor
“Yeah,” I answer the phone, looking at the clock and seeing it was just after twelve.
“Yo, T, you need to come to Teasers,” Cash says and I sit up in bed.
“It’s after fucking midnight. I'm not getting out of bed to sit with you at a fucking strip club.”
“Trust me, T. See you soon,” he says, hanging up before I can tell him to fuck off.
“This better be good,” I grumble to the wall. Getting up, I pull on a pair of jeans and a tee and head out to my truck. When I pull up to the front of the club, I notice that even for a Wednesday night, the lot is full of cars. I spot Cash standing by the door and talking to one of the bouncers.
“Yo,” he greets in his normal tone. He looks around then pulls me to the side of the building.
“What the fuck?” I ask, looking around, wondering if he’s in some kind of trouble.
“When you go in, there you need to play it cool, okay?” he says and I notice he looks panicked.
“What’s going on?” I ask, becoming concerned.
“When I saw her, I found Mike and asked him what the fuck was going on. He told me that she needed the money, but wouldn’t take it from him and threatened to go to a different club if he didn’t give her a job.”
“At any point are you going to tell me who the fuck you’re talking about, bro?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to reach out and shake him.
“Liz,” he says throwing up his arms. “What other woman would I be talking about?”
“You’re telling me Liz is in there stripping?” I ask through clenched teeth, thinking of her in there, on stage, half naked with men looking at her. Now I’m seeing red.
“This is your fucking fault T,” Cash shouts as he pokes me in the chest.
“You tell me how’s this my fault.”
“When she came to Mike for the job, Mike asked her what you were going to think about this and she said that you don’t get a say in what she does.”
Well, that shit burned. Technically, she was right—I didn’t have a say in what she did but she was mine and I wasn’t sharing her with anyone.
“Look, all I'm saying is be cool when you go in there. Ed’s on the door tonight and said that Liz has been working a bachelor party.”
“Jesus, this shit just keeps getting better and better,” I mumble, running my hands over my head.
“Alright, I'm going to talk to Ed. You go in there and pull her aside, but do not cause a scene.”
Liz
Oh, lord, I think to myself. No money in the world is worth dealing with men like this. For the last three hours, I’ve have been blocking hands right and left. No matter how many times I tell the guys at the bachelor party, no touching, they don’t get it. I swear, the next time one of them grabs my ass, I’m going to kick them.
“Can I get two more bottles, Rex?” I sigh, looking around the bar. I see Ed, the new bouncer, near the door. I squint my eyes a little trying to see who he’s talking to. Damn! It looks like Cash but that would be crazy. Why would he be here? Stupid contacts. I blink a few times and still can’t see clearly.
“Cash,” I hear whined from behind me and my heart climbs up my throat. I look over my shoulder to see Skittles running in the direction of the door.
“Oh my God!” I whisper while ducking my head. I turn and start walking back towards the private room when my luck crumbles around me. Skittles plows me over, her giant fake boobs in my face.