shrugs. “Sorry, can’t while I’m on the clock.” She looks back over her shoulder as she walks away. “But thanks for the offer.”
As I make my way across the bar back to our table, I notice the crowd getting a lot more rowdy. A lot less “good time” and a lot more “back room deal”.
After a minute back at the table, I look at Huck and nod toward the door. He starts to speak to Sly but stops, looking at someone behind me. He grins. “How can we help you, kitten?”
She sits a round of drinks on the table, including one for herself. “It’s my break and this round’s on me.” She slides into the chair next to me.
We all give her a “thanks.”
She studies me. “So you guys aren’t usuals here?”
Sly smiles. “No, we’re from down around Gainesville. We’re just here for an MMA fight.”
“Oh, so you’re just in town to watch the fight?” she adds.
I give her my signature smile. “No, beautiful, we’re fighters for Marco’s Gym.”
Her eyes brighten. “Really? Fighters, huh? We’ve got some regulars that are fighters around here.”
Sly grins. “Yeah, a couple of guys from Mike’s told us about it.”
The scraping of tables and sounds of chairs being turned over breaks our conversation, right before gun shots ring out. “Shit!” I yell, taking her to the floor.
She grabs my hand, looking at my two friends. “Follow me.”
We follow her out the back door of the bar. Once we’re outside, she continues to pull us toward the parking lot. “Come on, the cops are going to be here any minute.”
I look at her. “Do you have a ride?”
She nods. “Yeah, you guys?”
I give her a quick smile. “Yeah. So, uh, do you have to work tomorrow night?”
She gives me a sweet smile. “Why are you asking?’
“Well, we’ll be in town the next couple of days for fights.” I shrug, “Just thought you might want to join us. We can get you some great seats.”
ZANNE
T his could be a great in. I’ve heard about some drugs coming through one of the local gyms and then being distributed through the strip club. Not just PEDs either, cocaine, heroin and many other top dollar drugs, so whoever is backing this has money and power. These guys aren’t locals, that’s for sure, but they may be able to tell me about the locals without getting suspicious. I’m ready to wrap this case up, I’m tired of living the life of a damn stripper. I certainly don’t like taking my clothes off, that’s not what I signed up for.
I give them the drop dead sexy grin I’ve practiced over and over to get what I need. “Sure. Sounds like a good time.”
“You want me to come by and pick you up?” he asks in true southern fashion.
I give a small sweet laugh. “No offense, but I barely know you. So thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I’ll get myself there.” I reach in my pocket and grab my burner phone. “Here, just put your info in here and I’ll text you. Then you can send me the details.” Dear lord, he’s hot.
He smiles, typing the information into my phone. “Here you go.”
I take the phone, briefly touching his hand. “Thanks, Storm.” I feel an electric shock run through my body.
He shoves his hands down in his pockets and gives me a sexy, yet innocent grin. “See you tomorrow.”
I nod, taking the phone and scrolling to his contact.
ME: Here’s my number. ~Zanne
LOX: Thanks. I’ll send you that info tomorrow.
ME: Thanks.
LOX: Sweet Dreams.
I shake my head, walking to my car. Unlocking the old Honda I’m using, the sound of the door creaking to open drives me insane. I’ll be grabbing a can of WD-40 the next time I stop at a store. Sliding into the worn seat, I notice a manila envelope in my passenger seat. This is the way I communicate most of the time with my boss. As I start to back out of my spot, a knock at my window startles me.
I look up to see the club’s manager, Wes. I roll down my window, “Hey, Wes.”
“Hey, girl. Good to see you got out
As I make my way across the bar back to our table, I notice the crowd getting a lot more rowdy. A lot less “good time” and a lot more “back room deal”.
After a minute back at the table, I look at Huck and nod toward the door. He starts to speak to Sly but stops, looking at someone behind me. He grins. “How can we help you, kitten?”
She sits a round of drinks on the table, including one for herself. “It’s my break and this round’s on me.” She slides into the chair next to me.
We all give her a “thanks.”
She studies me. “So you guys aren’t usuals here?”
Sly smiles. “No, we’re from down around Gainesville. We’re just here for an MMA fight.”
“Oh, so you’re just in town to watch the fight?” she adds.
I give her my signature smile. “No, beautiful, we’re fighters for Marco’s Gym.”
Her eyes brighten. “Really? Fighters, huh? We’ve got some regulars that are fighters around here.”
Sly grins. “Yeah, a couple of guys from Mike’s told us about it.”
The scraping of tables and sounds of chairs being turned over breaks our conversation, right before gun shots ring out. “Shit!” I yell, taking her to the floor.
She grabs my hand, looking at my two friends. “Follow me.”
We follow her out the back door of the bar. Once we’re outside, she continues to pull us toward the parking lot. “Come on, the cops are going to be here any minute.”
I look at her. “Do you have a ride?”
She nods. “Yeah, you guys?”
I give her a quick smile. “Yeah. So, uh, do you have to work tomorrow night?”
She gives me a sweet smile. “Why are you asking?’
“Well, we’ll be in town the next couple of days for fights.” I shrug, “Just thought you might want to join us. We can get you some great seats.”
ZANNE
T his could be a great in. I’ve heard about some drugs coming through one of the local gyms and then being distributed through the strip club. Not just PEDs either, cocaine, heroin and many other top dollar drugs, so whoever is backing this has money and power. These guys aren’t locals, that’s for sure, but they may be able to tell me about the locals without getting suspicious. I’m ready to wrap this case up, I’m tired of living the life of a damn stripper. I certainly don’t like taking my clothes off, that’s not what I signed up for.
I give them the drop dead sexy grin I’ve practiced over and over to get what I need. “Sure. Sounds like a good time.”
“You want me to come by and pick you up?” he asks in true southern fashion.
I give a small sweet laugh. “No offense, but I barely know you. So thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I’ll get myself there.” I reach in my pocket and grab my burner phone. “Here, just put your info in here and I’ll text you. Then you can send me the details.” Dear lord, he’s hot.
He smiles, typing the information into my phone. “Here you go.”
I take the phone, briefly touching his hand. “Thanks, Storm.” I feel an electric shock run through my body.
He shoves his hands down in his pockets and gives me a sexy, yet innocent grin. “See you tomorrow.”
I nod, taking the phone and scrolling to his contact.
ME: Here’s my number. ~Zanne
LOX: Thanks. I’ll send you that info tomorrow.
ME: Thanks.
LOX: Sweet Dreams.
I shake my head, walking to my car. Unlocking the old Honda I’m using, the sound of the door creaking to open drives me insane. I’ll be grabbing a can of WD-40 the next time I stop at a store. Sliding into the worn seat, I notice a manila envelope in my passenger seat. This is the way I communicate most of the time with my boss. As I start to back out of my spot, a knock at my window startles me.
I look up to see the club’s manager, Wes. I roll down my window, “Hey, Wes.”
“Hey, girl. Good to see you got out
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