She wipes down the bar with a wet rag and pulls out a cold beer for me and slides it across the bar top. "You know, I never thanked you for the other night."
I look at her, waiting. What night is she talking about? The night I saved her ass from a Franco pounding or the night she came on her own hand while I finger painted with her on my cock?
"So, thank you. I really appreciate what you did. At the card game."
"It'll keep you safe. For a while."
"You're a stand-up guy, huh?"
I lean my elbows on the bar and keep my voice level. "Don't go looking for any Prince Charmings here, sweetheart. You won't be finding any, there's just us bad guys."
Felony's gaze shifts over my left shoulder and I immediately feel a pair of warm hands slide over my arms. "Hey, Corrado. You here to watch me dance tonight?" Cherry's voice asks from behind me.
I turn in her direction, giving her a smirk. She winks in reply. Another dancer, Coco, slides up next to her and lays her head on Cherry's shoulder. "Hey, Corey. How you been, doll?"
"Uh oh, Corrado. Looks like you got yourself a fan club," Felony giggles across the bar top. But her voice isn’t laughing, it’s dry and hurt. She’s jealous.
"Oh-my-gosh," Cherry giggles, "I would be the president of that fine-ass fan club. But Corey? Corey doesn't mess around with us girls."
"That true?" Felony asks, smiling tightly.
"Nope. I had you in the back room the other night at the card game, didn't I?"
"Damn girl, you must be special then. I've been trying for like six months to get his attention. I thought he was gay."
“Guess he just likes know-it-all pussy,” Cherry says innocently.
“Maybe I’m not that special, Cherry. Maybe he just doesn’t like know-all-the-cock pussy. Maybe,” she says, her gaze flashing up to mine quickly, “Maybe he likes it because he knows my pussy is just for him.”
I back away smiling at her and shaking my head.
She’s right. It’s only her pussy I like.
Only hers.
And I like that she’s letting me know it’s only for me.
Chapter 5
Felony
"Girl, give us the deets! He got a big dick? He look like he got a big dick," Coco barks behind Cherry.
"Biggest one I've ever seen," I say, pouring each girl a shot, hoping they stop asking me questions. There wasn’t much more to say on the subject and I was too damn busy with trying to do my job to sit around and make stories out of nothing more than aménage à moiwith an audience of one.
Candy’s not coming in tonight and none of these girls know why, so I’m tending bar tonight to cover her shift. They should count themselves lucky they don’t have the slightest idea what’s really going on here. I wonder how terrified they’d be if they knew someone was gunned down a few feet from where they stood less than two days ago.
I guess it would be wrong to tell them.
Maybe I’ll let it slip later. One of them is bound to ask why Franco isn’t around to wet his dick in one of them. He seemed to always be good for a few hundred dollars when the girls needed quick cash.
“Ladies,” Tony’s voice rings out. “Get your asses moving, come on, get dressed. I don’t pay you to drink. I pay you to dance.”
They giggle and bounce away. It makes me sick to watch them listen to crap like that and do whatever Tony says. But I keep my mouth shut and take a long deep breath and wipe the bar top clean. Tony likes when it shines.
“How you doing, Felony?” Tony says, cocking his head in that stupid way he does.
“I’m good, Tone. How are you doing?”
