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Someone up front in the crowd wolf-whistled. Another shouted, “Get your hands dirty, Timmy!”
Dirty how?
Valerie eased a bit closer to the crowd and exploited openings throughout to position herself nearer the main event, whatever it was.
At the tap to her shoulder, she turned and found Leah behind her, lipstick smeared, ponytail crooked, and the top of her leather catsuit unfastened.
“What the hell have you been doing?” Valerie snapped, and then made the universal sign forYou’ve got lipstick on your teeth.
Leah rubbed her finger over her incisors. “Nothing you need to know about, prude.”
Valerie cut her gaze leftward toward the stage and caught Tim leaning down for a lady in the front to whisper something to him.
“Don’t worry. She just ran into an enthusiastic groper,” Carine said with a titter.
“Who? Clay?”
Leah batted her eyelashes. “He might have been a part of it.”
“What do you mean,a part of it? Who else was a part of it besides you?”
“You can’t ask that.”
“I sure as shit can.”
“Why, because you don’t think that at almost-thirty that I can occasionally make a good decision?” Leah asked.
“This whole place is a bad decision.”
“Just have fun.God. Nobody’s asking you to be a saint.”
“You keep assuming that Iamone!” Valerie spat.
If Leah had a response at all to that blurting, she didn’t have time to expel it because the older woman in leather pants and a harness right in front of them turned around shushed them.
“Bite me, Stella,” Carine said. “Nothing’s happening up there yet and, besides, you know…freedom of speech?”
Stella huffed but turned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leah asked Valerie. “What you just said?”
Valerie sighed. Apparently, Stella’s interruption hadn’t been distracting enough. “None of your business. Just know that when I offer you guidance, that perhaps it’s because I know a little something about what I’m talking about.”
“You can’t make decisions for me,” Leah said. “In fact, I think you should let someone make some foryoufor a change. The first one would be to bend you over and pull that stick out of your ass.”
Valerie ground her teeth and faced forward. She didn’t have a problem with letting someone else make decisions on occasion. But the problem she was running into was when that person’s decisions impacted her for more than just short-term. That was the unacceptable risk of playing with them.
