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cups and food containers that littered the floor in preparation for the next night.
    Rose was dead on her feet, having worked for almost twenty-four hours straight. She had finally given into temptation and slipped off her heels, risking the hepatitis or other funk that could be contracted from the filthy floor, unable to fight the huge blisters that covered both heels, the balls of her feet, and almost every toe. The girls all chatted with her, making plans on getting together and hanging out on off nights. All but Krista, who had made it her personal quest to jump on Rose any chance she got. She took the definition of club rat to a whole new level.
    “You’re still here...” Krista sneered.
    Rose pretty much had her fill of the snarky tramp's shit and decided to get a few things straight. “Yes. Unlike you, I’m here to work…without falling on my back with my legs in the air. You’re pathetic. Get a life and quit trying to shift blame on everyone else because you lack what it takes to keep any of their attention longer than a quick blow in the back alley. Do yourself a favor and go get a prescription for antibiotics, then get a life.”
    “You little whore! And you do? They won’t give you a second look you fat ass bitch! You will never fit in here. Your holier than thou shit doesn’t belong. None of the guys would touch you with a ten-foot pole because it is buried in your ass! Fuck off, cunt!”
    Rose had noticed the track marks running up and down her arms immediately. There was no doubt what kind of woman she was. “That’s where you are wrong. I’m a woman, not a drugged out crack whore lookin’ for the next fix.” Rose doubled her fists, ready to explode.
    “Like your mother? Oh, yeah, I know all about her. She has fucked her way through every club in the state and then tossed in the gutter on her ass after they were done with her. It looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, whore.” Krista stepped up in her face in challenge.
    Rose exploded. “You fucking white trash cunt!” She reared back and punched Krista in the face, following it up with a right hook that knocked her to the ground. Instead of backing off like she should have, Rose dropped on top of Krista and began beating the living shit out of her.
    Sandman and Tonto were going over the night’s books when they heard the fight break out. Both of them flew out the office door to see what the hell was going on when they spotted the new girl thrashing Krista. Sandman glanced at Tonto in a look of surprise and laughed. “What the fuck?”
    “It looks like our new employee has met Krista. Go pull her off.” Tonto walked in their direction, half impressed with her fighting skills. Few people got the best of the drugged out whore. The little mouse was a walking contradiction. No one caught his interest…ever—much less shocked the hell out of him. Sandman pulled Rose off the now bleeding woman and tossed her over his shoulder. Rose thrashed and squirmed. “Enough!” Sandman’s hand smacked down on her nearly bare ass and she froze. They had enough shit to deal with without a bitch fight. Patience wasn’t one of his strong suits.
    “What the fuck!”
    “Settle your little ass down now,” he growled. When Tonto reached them, he grinned at Sandman.
    “Feisty little cat, ain’t she? I’ve never seen a pussy hit like a man. Take her to my office.” He turned his attention to Krista while Sandman and a pissed off Rose left the room. Once they were out of earshot he squatted down, lifting her head with a hand full of hair. “This is the last time you’ll cause problems in my club. Get your shit and get the fuck out. I never want to see your face around here again.” She looked up at him, half-crying, half-pissed.
    “She doesn’t belong here! I am part of the Savages not her! I’m supposed to be your ol' lady, Tonto! I’ve paid my dues! This is my time, dammit! How the fuck can you take her side? She’s a fucking