Chapter 2 Tired
Katherine Condor
The same place that offered solace to me has begun to haunt my peace.
The music that use to calm me so much feels like an awful onslaught to my ears. Everything about the place infuriates me all of a sudden and I don't know why. Or maybe I do. Dorothy! a k a, little Miss bitter heart suddenly asks me to show up at work tomorrow, the same day that is supposed to be my day off.
I wouldn't understand why until I am told the Ariana I saw a few hours ago suddenly becomes sick and I need to cover for her shift tomorrow, seeing she would be going to the hospital for a check-up. Like I give a fuck if she dies. Okay, maybe I do, but just a little thought. I'm not a cannibal and neither am I Necrophilic.
If I hadn't caught Ariana with a fine-ass dude on the bed about six to seven months ago I'd have sworn she had something sexual to do with Dorothy. Or maybe she is sexually promiscuous? Thinking about it makes me want to puke.
It's so unlike me to judge someone, considering the things I do or things that give me real joy. But the thought of jumping from a random bitch cunts after eating each other's pussy, licking the creamy white juice thereon, to robbing thighs against each other to a badass penis, grinding, riding, sucking the shit out of it, makes me choke on my spit.
My time on the stage finished about thirty minutes ago, I had just finished removing the makeup I had on, from my face, after changing from my strip costumes to a washed sky blue ripped jeans, a black hoodie, and my Adidas slides getting ready to go home and rest on my small but comfy bed when Little Miss bitter heart walked into the dresser room and announce to me in particular, that someone had booked for a private section with me for the next day, saying it is mandatory and I can't opt out even if the scheduled day is supposed to be my day off. I had complained bitterly, but the cold-hearted beast wouldn't even bulge but allowed me to go home early so I would be well-rested by the time I come over tomorrow.
Dorothy the club manager, although, only just twenty-eight years old, has worked for the club for almost five years making her the oldest in the game. Rumors even had it that she used to be a stripper before she got promoted to being the manager. Some people even say she was the best in her time, giving it to customers as they demanded and she made a record no one could break. Maybe that is why she hates me so much, she must think I am a threat to her past legacy.
Shortly after being dismissed by Dorothy I pick up my tote bag and shoulder it before finding my way home, but then I need to see Marvin let her on the recent changes before I go home.
I'm presently maneuvering my way through the stack of sweaty bodies, pressed against each other on the dance floor, smooching, romancing, and eating out faces of themselves looking for Marvin. The multi-colored light from the disco ball hanging on the ceiling of the room hurts my eyes, making it hard for me to see far and clearly. But I wasn't going to give up my search for her. Aside from wanting to inform her about my coming to work tomorrow, a good client of mine had asked me to arrange someone for him after I told him I wasn't going to be available.
As I walk through the tight pile of men and women littered everywhere around the doors leading to the club's bedroom, I tip on my toes to search among the very many faces of the people around but still didn't find her. I turn eastward and make my way to the bathroom section, hoping I'd see her there, but again she wasn't in sight. letting out a huge dramatic sigh, I turn back and continue my search. I swear I'll kill her when I eventually lay my eyes or hands on her.
I went back to the main club where the music is blaring from the sound systems fixed everywhere and just when I am about to give up my search on her, I catch a glimpse of the silhouette of someone approaching from the far end of the club, prompting me to push my neck to its limit in an attempt to decipher who it is.
Despite the rays of multicolored disco flickering around and about, I can still make out her shape, dress, and smile. Only Marvin can flash a smile more beautiful than lovely, and lovelier than elegant. I'm sure she would win the Miss world vies if she ever applies.
I first catch sight of her pink fishnet mini dress, then my eyes trail lower to the black body stockings before meeting her face. Shoulder-length straight black wig bounces on her shoulders as she laughs heartily at something the guy walking shirtless with her is saying. I watch keenly as one of her hands goes on his chest, drawing lazy lines, and the other plays with the waistbands of his shorts. I can only imagine what is to come next. Unlike me who likes to keep it cool and sexualize exclusively and solely with clients, Marvin gives in to whatever has a third leg. Especially if the specimen is hot and strong. A girl can kill for a good fuck.
"I'm sorry but you guys will have to calm your libido" I mumble to myself before walking to meet them halfway through.
"Sorry hottie, but I have to borrow her" I call out to the guy next to her before holding her by the arm and dragging her along.
"I'll be over here waiting on you," He says lowly to our retreating figures and Marvin stops and walks a few strides backward to answer him, in a whisper. I don't miss the sparks that file through his face at something she says and his hands palming her ass.
"Neither her cunt, nor your dick is running, calm the fuck down, y'all" I breathe out getting irritated by their lack of patience.
"I've searched everywhere for you. Where did you go?" I ask her.
"Snooker room?"
"Doing what?" I ask with a glint of mischief in my voice.
"Getting my brains knocked out in a mad ass fuck" she says smiling. I can tell she enjoyed it. "Before you ask, we are not done"
"Why are you outside then?" I ask a little confused.
"My legs outgrew these killer heels after standing while being smashed for over twenty minutes and wearing it for a total of eight hours," she says pointing at her six inches peep toes platform with triple straps.
"I can imagine. So you go hunting for an empty room, eh? I ask her knowing the answer to the question.
"You know me too well" she grumbles, falling a step back.
"Ouch...you must be hurting "
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Uhmm, there's a situation for us both. Dorothy got me scheduled for some dude tomorrow while I got you hooked with a client"
"But I thought tomorrow is supposed to be your off," she asks quirking her brows.
"Yeah it is, but changes were made. I let you on tomorrow when we arrive" I say adjusting the strap of my bag. "There's sex for you"
"You know I never say no to sex" she blurts.
"And how about your new catch?," I ask referring to her companion.
"We can do threesomes if he is interested. He is one of the new male strippers for the club" she answers me. No wonder he is shirtless. He must feel like he is in his second home.
"Here's the client's number. You should call him for confirmation" I say sticking out a business card to her. "I'd see you tomorrow. Make sure you show the newbie how things are being done here...damage that cock"
"You can count on me for that. See you tomorrow bitch" Marvy greets before going back to her playmate.
As I'm walking towards the exist I was grateful for two things. Firstly, no random hooker has tried to stop me, and secondly, no drunk dude has puked on me. I'm certain I don't have the strength to handle any of that today. I finally arrive at the security post for them to carry their checks on me, before getting an escort that will lead me to my car.
One of the safety protocols of the club is that one of the bouncers serves as an escort to any staff that is leaving the club premises. In other to ensure everyone's safety and to act as a witness in case any issue arises about kidnap or something else that might lead to the police or court action.
"Hi, I'll check out, now," I say to sean, one of the bouncers that normally accompanies me. If I didn't know better I'd say he made it his job to walk me to my car every day.
"Okay...give me a minute" He announces before circling the table in his front in a swift motion. "All set?" he asks when he reaches where I'm standing. I just nodded my head. "Let's get going then"
Sean is your conventional bouncer but more like a guardian to me. Tall, big muscles, broad chest, thick brows, neck-length hair, and scratchy voice. The only neighbor and childhood friend who didn't judge, condemn or abandon me for the tragedy upon my life and my choice of work. He was the only person that still visits me regularly. Or perhaps he does this thing because of his crush on me. I remember the time he tried hitting on me. You can imagine my face when a guy with the description I mentioned earlier goes pink on his face or stammers when asking a girl out. It was all so very funny. Sean is a good guy, but he isn't my type, heck, I don't even know what my type is.
We walk in silence out of the club to the empty and deserted car park, with bottles and plastics everywhere on the pavement, where my car is parked with the others. Not just that, someone had written with black paint on my car and it reads... this chick got the best pussy.
No freaking way! I shout and run to inspect it. Whoever did it cannot be sane, he even went further to draw a picture of pussy and write a caption of my name beneath it.
While I blew off on anger, cussing, and insulting who might have done it, Sean just laughs and shake his head. "You can take my car if you want," he says trying to calm me down.
"Thank you Sean. But how do I get this off?" I ask frustration noticeable in my voice. Here I am, tired to my wit, adding a paint-stained car is not something I can handle right now.
"I'll handle it, Kay. Just go home and rest, you look damn tired"
Sanding on my tiptoes, I smash my body against his, in a big tight hug. "Thank you seen" I whisper into his chest.
"Anytime kay" He answers into my hair, hugging me tighter. Damn this boy, if only I could give him what he wants from me, but deep down somewhere in my heart, I feel like he deserves better.
"Come on big Kay, you should start going," he says patting my head.
"Okay," I answer and detach myself from him. "Will be okay with it?" He asks referring to his car. "Yeah sure. It's a monster you got parked like a car, but I would handle it." I say collecting the keys from his grip. "I've handled worse"
I open the door and fix my belt before turning the ignition on, with one last smile at Sean, I drive off to the busy North Las Vegas. Valley vista.