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“And here I thought they just needed shirts,” Manny joked passing her a bottle.
“Aw, sad you don’t have your ladies tending?” she cooed.
“No ma’am, whatever gets me the big money, I’m here for it,” he said. “But we might need to make a run for groceries tomorrow, I’m not sure I can make it three days.”
“Noted,” she said. “Shit, the songs almost done, time to introduce the man of the hour.”
Bugs waited until he could hear Porsche back on stage calling for Chief to put out the fire before it spread across the front row. Stepping out of the pantry he had to know how she looked.
“Hey, what’s she wearing?”
“Really, dude?” he said shaking his head.
“What?” he questioned.
“You want to see, poke your head out,” the man said as he took a few order slips that were shooting out of the printer. “Trust me, slow nights, I get a great show because those ladies always go hard.”
Stepping to the edge of the door he caught sight of Turbo by the DJ on the far side of the stage. Checking on something with the light of his laptop screen illuminating her in an angelic glow. Their exchange jovial as her eyes moved between the screen and the stage. She kissed his cheek, leaving a big red imprint from her lipstick as she skipped her way up on the stage. The leather bustier pushing her breasts high, the alabaster globes had been dusted with glitter and sparkled when the light caught the flecks. Her hair was bound back into a ponytail that had been braided. But it was the leather thigh high boots that allowed a few inches of skin to show from the bottom of her shorts that had him gripping the wall.
“Put your hose away Chief,” she ordered with a smack of her crop to his bare ass. The G-string of his underwear leaving the skin exposed. “We’re not doing private dances.”
“Not for less than five grand, I want to make sure there’s enough pressure behind my hoses,” he said sending off a roar of whoops and whistles from the ladies as the two played off each other for a bit.
Going back and forth between what this was raising money for and pointing out the hand full of men walking around with firemen’s boots to be stuffed. Red was one of them, the only one in full leathers shaking his head and giving a no I’m not part of this look to any woman with overly grabby hands.
When the front door swung open so hard it slammed into the wall Porsche did her best mock oh my no, look as Hollywood and Onyx came in. Copped out with everything but a gun on their belts.
“Mistress Porsche,” Hollywood’s voice boomed loud over the ambient music. “I know you’re way over fire code.”
“Oh Hollywood,” she said into the mike. “There’s only a handful of people allowed to cuff me, and last I checked, you weren’t one of them.”
Onyx and Hollywood made their way through the crowd of women, balancing between wanting to grab them and a bit of uncertainty
Onyx stepped to the stage and Turbo placed her spiked heel on his chest as he ran his hand up her booted calf. “Now, you’re in my house, officer, and Mistress says…”Whatever You Wantstarted playing and Onyx turned around. Draping Turbo’s leg on his shoulder for a moment as she rubbed the top of his bald head until his head was aligned with her thigh, and he bit.
“Chill, Bugs,” Topaz said as she came to stand beside him. “If I don’t mind my Ol’ Man playing a bit, you sure as shit have no right to be looking like you’re gonna kick his ass.”
“Right,” he growled.
“It’s all part of the act, so prepare yourself,” she warned, right as Porsche extended her other leg as if floating from the stage as she was lowered between Onyx and Hollywood. The Sheriff took her crop as the three of them ground together backs to fronts and she snatched her crop back giving each a smack before heading backstage.
Bugs quickly moved, afraid he’d be caught only to see Topaz leaning on the far doorjamb watching the men stripping down and getting felt up. A smile teasing her lips as she let out a sigh.
“I’m so gonna be pregnant by the end of this weekend,” she mused. “And you, what the fuck is this big surprise you’re supposed to do?”
“Last I heard it was a shitty apology number.”
“Huh, okay, I can see that as a thing,” she said. “But if you dare ask that woman to quit, there ain’t enough training in all the SEALS to save your ass from me. That’s my best fucking friend, and I don’t have friends.”
“Understood.”
When the song ended and music slowed toAnywhereby 112, Onyx burst into the kitchen. Sweating from the exertion of this dance and gathered Topaz up in his arms. Instantly the two melded into a singular form barely distinguishable from one another even with the sharp contrast of pale and obsidian skin tones.
“Hey, take it to the rooms you two,” Manny called out. “I’m cooking here and don’t need either of your special sauces.”
The lovers tumbled to the hallway and disappeared.
Mike had memorized the lineup and wasn’t sure if the songs seemed longer or shorter as Hack’sOMGroutine started, next would be Baldy’sEarned itby the Weekend. Only the DJ did the whole scratch of the record thing and spunBad Medicineby Bon Jovi. Mike panicked because that wasn’t his song, but it wasn’t in the lineup either. Rushing to the hallway only to be greeted by Zoe holding her hand up and letting him know there wasn’t a mistake.
