“I don’t expect shit but respect. You feel me?”
He grabbed my hand, rubbing the back of my wrist.
“Nice watch.”
“Yeah,” I said. “And I got plenty of nice ones at home too, so know that money doesn’t impress me. Other things do.”
I looked down at his crotch, then back up at his eyes. He laughed.
“Alright, I hear you. Let me call the rides, then we can bonk out.”
“Cool,” I replied, walking off slow enough for him to watch my ass twist.
“What did he say?” Stacy asked when I walked back up to her.
“We’re going to the strip club with them.”
“What?”
“Yeah. We’re getting out of here. I don’t even trust these drinks anymore. These waitress bitches are acting weird, and you never know when Proctor is going to snap and put us out anyway.”
“Yeah, you're right,” Stacy replied.
About five minutes later, the men from the neighboring section filed out, and Cole signaled for us to follow him.
Just like he mentioned, three black trucks were sitting out front. We climbed into the middle one, and he sat next to me.
“So, where are you from?”
I asked, leaning into him.
“Memphis.”
“Memphis, what are you doing in Vegas? On your bachelor trip?”
“If I were on my bachelor trip, I wouldn’t be trying to get beautiful women to notice me. It’s my birthday, baby. I just turned twenty-five.”
“Sounds like you are the baby.”
“Just by age. How old are you?”
“Thirty-two.”
“Older woman, just how I like them,” he said, rubbing my thigh.
“And why do you like older women?”
“Y’all know what you want, and what you are doing. I’m sure you do, don’t you?”
“Yep, but that’s for me to know and for those deserving to find out.”
I flirted by fondling his chain again.
When we got to the club, we walked in like a mob and bottles started to pop. I paced my alcohol intake unlike Stacy, who drank daily and could still function drinking like a fish.
It took a lot to get her drunk, and even then, she probably had never had a hangover since I’ve known her.
Cole leaned into my ear.
