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Not good.
“Smithie…” I started.
“Quiet, Jet, I’m fuckin’ recruitin’,” Smithie shushed me.
At his words, Indy, Ally, Tod and Stevie all looked to the stage. Then they looked back at Smithie.
“Notthatkind of dance,” Ally said.
“Trust me, you’d make a fuckin’ fortune,” Smithie informed her.
“Can you spell ‘yikes?’” Tod whispered loudly to Stevie.
Smithie ignored him.
“Think about it, get my number from Jet, call me. You’d be drivin’ a Porsche in a month,” he promised.
“You told me I’d be driving a Porsche in a month,” I cut in.
“Well,yougot a fuckin’ uptight, fuckin’ cop boyfriend who don’t want you onstage and I’m still a fuckin’ dancer down. I’m scoutin’ and these girls are talent.”
“Um…thank you?” Indy said, or more like, asked.
“You’re fuckin’ welcome,” Smithie replied then turned to me and raised his brows. “Hello? This ain’t a social club for hot chicks and gay guys. Get to work.”
Then he lumbered back down the bar.
Tod turned to Stevie. “See, I told you it would be interesting.”
Stevie gave him a look. “Anyone sees us here, we’re getting kicked out of the Gay Club.”
“Pul-leese,” Tod took off toward my station. “Who’s gonna see us here?”
Indy and Ally waved as they went and settled at a table.
* * *
An hour and a half later,I was just finishing serving Indy and Company’s fourth round of drinks when I turned, again at my name.
“Well, hey there, sugar bunch.”
It was Daisy. She was wearing a pair of platform go-aheads (toeless mules that were backless and thus, when wearing them, you had to “go-ahead”) and a spangly dress with so many beads and sequins it glittered like a disco ball. The hem was cut at a wide slant starting at her upper thigh on one side and going down to mid-calf on the other, the entire hem sporting a beaded fringe. She had so much cleavage bursting forth that I feared one of her breasts would pop out at the slightest movement. Completing this ensemble, her hair was two sizes larger than last night and seemed, at first glance, to take up most of the room.
“Daisy!” I greeted her.
She gave me a brief hug, like we’d been friends for years instead of just meeting once under supremely scary circumstances.
She let me go and said, “After meeting you last night, I got nostalgic. Thought I’d stop by, see how the old gang was doin’.” She looked at the stage. “But I don’t know any of these girls.”
I looked at the stage too, thinking that, in most cases, stripping wasn’t a long-term job prospect. JoJo and Mandy were the only ones who had been there since I started. Most of the others were new, and some had come and gone in the eight months I’d been around. In fact, not including Tanya, I was the most veteran cocktail waitress on staff. Smithie had a huge employee turnaround.
“I don’t mean to be nasty, but these girls need to get some moves,” Daisy noted. “When I drove in, I didn’t see a Porsche or Corvette in the parking lot. That’s just sad.”
“Did you drive a Porsche when you worked here?” I asked.
“Sure, sugar. I bought one the second month.”
Wow.
