My light green eyes look brighter with the smoky eye-shadow I have on. My long blonde hair cascades over my shoulders, down to just below my breasts, which are straining the top of the black corset. It cinches in my waist, causing my hips to flare at the bottom; the fishnet stockings and black silk panties make me look like I should be going to the Playboy Mansion. It took me a few days of walking around in high heels to get used to them, at least enough to feel like I wasn’t going to fall on my face every time I took a step.
It’s been three weeks since I started working here. The tips are awesome, the hours are okay, and having a bed to sleep in at night rocks. The only downfall is that I have been tired a lot. Working two jobs is not easy, especially when one of the jobs you’re working, no one can know about.
I met with Bill two days ago, and he gave me an update on my brother. He told me that he found out Tim had been in Alabama, but he’s moved on since then, and 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 by ‘crazy’?” I ask, feeling nervous. There’s been a few times while I’ve been working 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, like a heterosexual person, she has 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 that it is 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 though it’s a Wednesday night, the lot is full of cars. I spot Cash standing by the door talking to one of the bouncers.
“Yo,” he greets in his normal tone. He looks around before he pulls me around the side of the building.
“What the fuck?” I ask, looking around and wondering if he’s in some kind of trouble.
“When you go in there, you need to play it cool, ok?” 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, 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, 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; she said that you don’t get a say in what she does.” Well that shit burned. She was right. Technically, 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; do not cause a scene.”