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“How can I forget?” Megan says, almost sounding annoyed.
“What’s that tone for?” I ask. I’m hoping I didn’t just pour salt in an open wound. What if the day we met was terrible? What if when we all met, we weren’t friends at all, but mere enemies who came together because of something tragic that happened?
“Do we really need to go back down this road?” Amanda asks. She’s giving me a look that’s telling me to shut up. I don’t understand why. Leeah’s expression matches Amanda’s and I’m afraid to ask any further questions.
I don’t want to ruin the fun we’re having, and I feel like I’m about to cross that line. I have to switch gears. And fast.
“So,” I continue. “What’s for lunch?”
I thought being a stripper would mean eating nothing but celery and tofu, and drinking nothing but water and kale smoothies. Turns out, we eat fast food and wash it all down with regular Coke, not diet.
I’m a fan.
We grab our fast food bags and our shopping bags before getting out of the car and walk into the house. It’s trashed, but I’m not surprised.
Shoes are scattered all over the floor in each room of the open-concept space. Clothes are draped over the couch, chairs, and end tables of the living area and kitchen. Makeup is piled on the kitchen table, and stacked beside the empty pizza boxes on the counter.
And I thoughtmyhouse was a mess. I remember seeing this place early this morning when I called for the cab, but I don’t remember it being this bad.
Maybe some of the fog has lifted from my eyes and I’m now seeing things in a different light.
Leeah, Amanda, and Megan all step over things as they walk through the house and head for the hallway. I’m guessing they’re all about to pile into their bedrooms and try on their new clothes.
I do as the rest of them do and I take my things to my bedroom. Dropping all the bags on my bed, I walk to the window and pull the drapes open to allow some light to flood in.
I take a step back and look around.
The pictures and the clothes. The pillows on my bed and the stuffed animals on the floor in the corner. The rope lights that line the ceiling and the event poster that’s framed above my bed. I look closer at the poster and notice my name in giant font.
“Wow,” I whisper. This poster makes me wonder if I’m somewhat of a big deal. I mean, I don’t feel like I would be. By the looks of it, I’m the oldest one in the group. I probably have a good six or seven years on these girls.
My bedroom door opens and it’s Megan. “Hey, bitch. I need to do a fashion show. Come help me pick out tonight’s outfits before we do our facials and head to bed.”
I look at the clock. It’s only two in the afternoon. We managed to do our routines at the club, get our nails done, and do some light shopping all in a three-hour period.
That’s insane. These girls are professionals.
“What time are we going to bed?” I ask, walking out of my room and following her down the hall to her bedroom.
“We only have about thirty minutes before I pass the hell out,” Leeah shouts from her bedroom. I look toward her bedroom door and she has a chain hanging from a hook that says ALASKA in fancy font.
“Me too!” Amanda shouts from her bedroom. Though she doesn’t have anything that says Carmen.
I take a few steps into Megan’s bedroom and it looks an awful lot like mine. Dark bed sheets and blankets, stuffed animals, rope lights, and pictures of the two of us. She has other people in various photos throughout the room and hanging on the cork board above her vanity, but I seem to appear in the majority.
It would make sense that Megan is the one I’m closest to. She is the one I seem to vibe with the best. And she had my back all morning when I was puking into her bucket and dealing with Tommy at the club.
“Alright,” she says, holding up two outfits. “Which one am I wearing tonight to shake my ass in?”
“Try them both on,” I say, whirling a finger in the air and plopping down onto her bed. “You promised me a fashion show.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she laughs. She takes a few seconds to try on both of them. One being similar to the body suit that I got, only hers covers both of her tits, and there are two strips of fabric that frame her stomach, showing off her diamond belly button ring. The second one is a white transparent dress that stretches over her torso, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“First one,” I say. “Make them work to see what’s underneath.”
Megan winks at me and drapes the body suit over the foot of her bed. “My thoughts exactly.” She rummages through a bin on her vanity and tosses me a small package. It has a picture of a woman on the front with mud all over her face. “Use my mirror. We have to hurry though if we want to get enough sleep before we pass out.”
“I’m doing mine when I wake up,” Amanda says, leaning on the door frame of Megan’s room. “I figured my paws and claws are done, my face can wait until I feel refreshed. Plus, Leeah got that new detox facial set that I want to try. I figured we’d all do that at the club and just get ready there.”
