"I second that." Amy chimed in, finishing her drink and grabbing her Prada. "Let's go and check out these girls that Cade has to ‘check in on." She finger quoted the last bit.
"Let's skip past the fact that you are both insane, and just land at the fact we are meant to be meeting Amy and the girls any minute and none of us are sober enough to drive." I stayed seated, toying with the olive in my martini.
Amy pulled out her phone, fingers moving at lightening speed, I was impressed, I lost the ability to text after my third cocktail.
"Two birds one stone. Rosie is picking us up and taking us to the strip club." She declared clearly pleased with herself.
I groaned as the two of them pulled me out of the chair.
"This is a terrible idea you guys, there is nothing to gain by going out there, and we always get into trouble whenever you both agree on a plan after martinis."
"Oh come on, you know you're curious about this place, we need to do the recon. Don't tell me it hasn't been driving you insane." Amy crossed her arms, daring me to argue. I felt deflated; it had been gnawing at me knowing Cade was involved in a place where beautiful women took their clothes off in front of him.
"And name one time that we got into trouble with martinis." Ryan challenged arms crossed.
"You almost got me arrested for stealing that cops hat."
Ryan rolled his eyes "Almost. But didn't."
"Plus ended up dating him for like a month and we got to bypass traffic whenever we were with him." Amy chimed in.
Fuck. Bad example. The traffic thing had been handy.
"You got us banned from the Ivy for a year, Amy's dad had to pull strings to get us back in." I gave them another one.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Totally not our fault. How were we meant to know that that guy was married? And that his wife would be a biter?"
"Come on Gwennie, you know you want to." Amy interrupted.
I blew out an exasperated breath. "Fine but we are just looking then leaving."
"That's my girl!" Amy clapped her hands. "And we have to have at least one drink." She ushered me out of the bar before I could argue.
"So this is it." Rosie pulled up in front of a nondescript building that looked well maintained, and not at all like a strip club. It had a red sign reading ‘Diamond Lounge' in elegant script and a bouncer at the door.
"I have to say this is an excellent idea, I've been wondering what this place was like for ages." Lucy put in from the back, where she was squeezed between Amy and Ryan. Her and Ryan were well on their way to becoming besties, the way they had been cackling in the backseat the entire ride.
Rosie grinned at me. "I gotta agree Gwen, ever since the boys opened it I've wanted a peek, but Cade was always foiling our attempts, he would not be happy about this at all." She gave me the impression she didn't mind this one bit. She opened her door and everyone else followed suit.
I looked to the ceiling of the car. "Please don't let me get arrested tonight." I pleaded before jumping out.
The bouncer gave us all a questioning look, but opened the door for us. We all walked in, Ryan and Lucy whispering to each other linking arms, Amy and Rosie laughing. Once I got a good look at the interior I was surprised. It was almost tasteful. Apart from the women dancing naked on the polls of course. The lighting was dim, a soft glow radiated from candles on the tables. Black cushioned chairs were clustered around round silver tables, the looked comfortable. One must be comfortable for a lap dance I guessed. A long runway split the bar in two, jutting off a stage. It had a pole at the end of it, that a blonde with huge boobs was currently hanging off. Other girls danced on circular mini stages that were peppered around the room. Some were cozying up to various men, of which there were many. The place was packed.
"Okay now we've looked, and I feel sufficiently persuaded to get breast implants and loose 10 pounds, time to go." I instructed to my friends.
Ryan cocked his head at me. "Um no way we are staying at discussing what size you should go to, we have a lot to refer to here. And look! We've got us a table." He pointed to Amy, who was sitting at an empty table giving us the thumbs up.
I groaned as Rosie and Lucy grinned at me, walking to join Amy.
Ryan linked his arm with mine, following me. "Come on Gwen its just a bit of fun, what trouble could we possibly get into?" He asked innocently.
After two surprisingly good cocktails I hated to admit I was having a great time. This place actually felt like I was in a trendy bar, well one with an almost exclusive male clientele and that had naked women dancing in front of me. The service was good, like previously mentioned the cocktails were great, the company was pretty awesome as well. I was surprised we hadn't gotten any sleazy advances from guys. I wasn't being full of myself, it was just we were pretty much the only women in a bar full of guys, and my companions were nothing to sneeze at. Amy looked like she should be modeling for Victoria's Secret, Lucy looked like a sexy Snow White with her milky skin and black hair, and Rosie looked like a biker goddess.
My thought was interrupted when I felt conversation stop. My head crooked to where all of my friends where glaring, apart from Ryan, he just looked puzzled.
"Well isn't this pathetic, Cade's latest piece resorting to staking out his bar. He dumped you already sweetheart?" A nasally, spiteful voice asked me.
Great just what I needed. Ginger stood at the edge of our table flanked by two equally skanky friends. She had gotten her roots done since the last time I saw her, but was not much of an improvement on the ‘Whore Chic' look. She had cheap looking extensions in which only made her stringy hair look worse. The faux leather dress she was wearing with a zip running down the whole front should be burnt as well as the thigh high heeled boots she was wearing.
"You coming in for a job interview sweetheart?" I asked looking her up and down. "I don't think even a strip club would lower themselves to hire something like you. Maybe Burger King?" I suggested sweetly.
A gaggle of laughter erupted from behind me, and Amy gave me a fist pump.
Ginger's face reddened and she narrowed her kohl-rimmed eyes at me in a death stare. "Bitch, you are just the flavor of the month, Cade will come back to me, he can't get enough of my pussy." She snarled, stepping closer to me.
"Well aren't you classy." Ryan put in, giving her a cold gaze.
She glanced at him, taking in his printed shirt and tan slacks. "Shut up fag, no one asked your opinion."
Oh no she didn't. I saw Amy clench her glass and direct a withering glare at the bitch, knowing she was seconds away from throwing said glass at her.
"I suggest you shut your crude mouth and walk away before I catch an STD. Or lose my temper." I informed Ginger through gritted teeth.
Ginger rolled her eyes, smirking. "Like I'm scared of some townie, I'll wipe the floor with you bitch."
I tried to get up, but a hand on my arm stopped me.
"She's not worth it my darling, what if you rip your Chanel?" Ryan asked me conversationally, glancing at my dress. I was inclined to agree with him until I heard Ginger mutter a word to her friends. A word that was referring to Ryan, a word that made my blood boil.
"She did not just say that." Lucy declared icily.
Amy and I stood up at the same time, both advancing on the gaggle of skanks. I was closer so I got to Ginger first, not before she reared her fist back trying to punch me. I caught it in my hand and laughed in her face. "Didn't your Dad ever teach you? You never rear back when trying to hit someone." I shook my head. "Stupid whore."
I raised my other hand in a lightening quick move and clocked her in the nose. She went down like a sack of potatoes. Amy and Rosie were taking care of the other two while I knelt down, grabbing Ginger by the hair, avoiding the blood coming out of her nose. I seriously didn't want that anywhere near my dress.
"The word is African American. I know with your limited brain cells you wouldn't be able to spell that but I'm sure you can form the words." I told her evenly.
She glared at me, trying to struggle out of my grasp. "Fuck you." Her voice was slightly garbled due to her bloody nose.
I gripped her hair and pulled, making her cry out. "Now that wasn't the apology I was looking for how about we try that again." I pointed her head to Ryan, who was calmly sipping his cocktail, looking amused.