CHAPTER 24
TAMMY
Walking into Caviar’s was weird. Tammy hadn't been back to her old job since Luca stormed in and dragged her off the stage while she was performing for a crowd of men. He had forbidden her to return. To ensure that she wouldn't, he’d provided the financial backing for her to create her own fashion house. It was a tradeoff that hadn’t required any contemplation. Tammy walked away from the strip club and never looked back. However, she did miss the people she worked with. So when Bambi, her former boss and the owner of Caviar’s offered to throw Tammy a bachelorette party, she happily accepted.
Tammy, along with Natasha and Tracy, walked across the club. Other than the few people that were setting out food, the place was empty. Bambi had decorated the entire club in a bachelorette motif. Tammy chuckled as she looked around. There were veils and dildos everywhere.
“Tammy!” Bambi screeched as she emerged from her office with open arms.
She hurried over to Tammy, and the two embraced. It was good to see Bambi again. She was one tough lady, but she had always been sweet to Tammy.
“Heyyy, Bam! I’ve missed you.”
“Girl, stop lying! You ain't laying next to that walking tree of testosterone every night missing me,” Bambi blurted through laughter.
“Well, maybe not while I’m lying next to him,” Tammy chuckled.
“Maaaaan, you look good girl. I see you keeping it together.”
“Thanks, but you're the one. You look amazing,” Tammy told her.
And she meant it. Bambi looked awesome. It seemed as if she was aging backward. Her caramel skin was smooth, her dark hair was thick and silky, and her tall, lean body was on point.
“You think?” Bambi asked, doing a spin. “I just got lipo.”
Tammy laughed at Bambi’s candor. She wasn't the type to put on airs.
“Bambi, these are my friends, Tracy and Natasha. They wanted to come early so that they can help you set up.”
Bambi extended her hand and shook with them both. “Nice to meet you, ladies. But, as you can see, I got it covered.”
“I can see that,” Natasha responded with a smile. “This is so nice of you, Bambi.”
“Aw, shit. This is the least that I could do. Do you have any idea how much money I made off of Tammy’s ass?” Bambi jested with a wink, prompting laughter.
“I can imagine,” Tracy muttered. “It is a nice ass.”
Bambi looked Tracy up and down before asking, “You need a job.”
Tammy laughed, unable to hide her amusement. “Not right now,” Tracy responded with a smile.
“Well, let me know if your situation changes.”
Maybe Tracy thought that Bambi was joking, but Tammy knew better. Bambi was as serious as a heart attack. A body like Tracy’s was rare. She had big, natural boobs, a tiny waist, and a killer ass, even with the slight baby bump. For any strip club owner, Tracy would be a gold mine.
Bambi turned to Natasha and smiled. “I’ve seen you on the news. I know you don't need a job, Mrs. Storm. Shit, can you give me a job?”
The ladies laughed. They were starting to see what Tammy saw in Bambi. Whenever Tammy would show up for work in a shitty mood, Bambi would always say or do something to make her laugh. The ability to make others smile was Bambi’s own little gift to the people in her world.
“Come on over to the bar. I’ll fix ya’ll a drink.”
They walked over to the bar and sat. Bambi went behind the bar and asked, “What’s your poison?”
“Tequila on the rocks,” Natasha told her. “You got 1800?”
Bambi nodded and looked over at Tammy. “Grey Goose and cran, right?”
“Yep.”
