but thought better of it when she remembered that she had no friends in the city. She sighed and picked up a five hour energy drink bottle off of the shelf. “My name is T. What’s your name?”
The man laughed for a second. “Cool… My name is 5.”
Treasure frowned and shook her head. She grabbed a Red Bull out of the refrigerator and walked to the counter. The man was walking directly beside her. She turned and looked at him. “Listen, Please stop following me. You’re bringing me attention that I do not want. Why don’t you give me five feet as a courtesy?”
The man held his palms up at her. “I’m sorry Ms. Lady, let me leave you alone. It was nice meeting you.” He turned and exited the store.
That was weird! Treasure thought as she paid for her items and got back into the car. She swallowed the 5 hour energy drink and chased it down with a can of Red Bull. She had things to do, and sleep would only get in her way.
__________
Milan was amazed at how simple it was for them to get hotel rooms in the area. It seemed that everyone minded their own business, and didn’t have time to notice that just maybe, she was on the 6 o’clock news with a reward for her capture. Her and Lena had gotten their own room and Skye had separately gotten hers. She flopped onto the bed beside Lena. “Hey baby girl!”
“Hey Milan!” Lena started, but got cut short.
“What I tell you about calling me Milan ?” Milan snapped as she tried to swallow her anger. “Let’s try this again Lena!”
Lena jumped out of fright. She didn’t mean any harm to Milan, because she was really beginning to look up to her. “I’m sorry mama.” The young girl said as she hung her head.
Milan smiled. “That’s more like it Lena. That’s more like it. Hey, grab that bag over there with the pistols in it. Let me show you again how to lock and load.”
__________
The walls in the strip club were worn and tattered. The foundation of the club itself looked so weak that if the wind blew, Treasure was sure that the entire establishment would roll over like a puppy. The stripper pole had patches of rust on it, and it seemed like each of the women had to slide down the pole using a specific technique in order to not get a skin piercing.
A blonde was working the pole to the best of her abilities when Treasure walked in. She was dancing against it, kissing and licking it, caressing and sucking it… she was doing everything except for sliding down it. The pole looked so rough, that Treasure couldn’t imagine any human being sliding down it; it looked like a vertical slab of cement. The permanent cigarette smoke lingered in the room, and the permanent stench of strip club aroma was so heavy and thick that it seemed as if it was engraved in the panels of the walls.
The DJ was screaming through the microphone so much, that no one could really hear the music being played. “Get down Snowflake! Yessssirrrr ! If you ain’t tippin or sippin , then you needs to be dippin ! Ohhhhhh look at Snowflake! Damn girl, you sho ’ nuff bad!”
The DJ irritated Treasure to no end, but she ignored it since it really had nothing to do with her. Men were scattered about all over the club. Most were in the middle of the room or as far away from the stage as possible, trying to avoid tipping the strippers. They were drinking their drinks as slowly as possible. Treasure couldn’t imagine surviving on the type of income these ladies were probably making.
Treasure had a seat at the front of the stage and leaned back in her chair. She had on a beige thigh length skirt and a red blouse with a beige flower on the shoulder. She was wearing a red pair of 5 inch pumps and her purse matched her skirt. Her red lipstick accentuated her thick lips, and her manicured nails had been cut short on purpose. She wanted no interruptions when it was time to fire the pistol, wanted nothing to get in the way of
The man laughed for a second. “Cool… My name is 5.”
Treasure frowned and shook her head. She grabbed a Red Bull out of the refrigerator and walked to the counter. The man was walking directly beside her. She turned and looked at him. “Listen, Please stop following me. You’re bringing me attention that I do not want. Why don’t you give me five feet as a courtesy?”
The man held his palms up at her. “I’m sorry Ms. Lady, let me leave you alone. It was nice meeting you.” He turned and exited the store.
That was weird! Treasure thought as she paid for her items and got back into the car. She swallowed the 5 hour energy drink and chased it down with a can of Red Bull. She had things to do, and sleep would only get in her way.
__________
Milan was amazed at how simple it was for them to get hotel rooms in the area. It seemed that everyone minded their own business, and didn’t have time to notice that just maybe, she was on the 6 o’clock news with a reward for her capture. Her and Lena had gotten their own room and Skye had separately gotten hers. She flopped onto the bed beside Lena. “Hey baby girl!”
“Hey Milan!” Lena started, but got cut short.
“What I tell you about calling me Milan ?” Milan snapped as she tried to swallow her anger. “Let’s try this again Lena!”
Lena jumped out of fright. She didn’t mean any harm to Milan, because she was really beginning to look up to her. “I’m sorry mama.” The young girl said as she hung her head.
Milan smiled. “That’s more like it Lena. That’s more like it. Hey, grab that bag over there with the pistols in it. Let me show you again how to lock and load.”
__________
The walls in the strip club were worn and tattered. The foundation of the club itself looked so weak that if the wind blew, Treasure was sure that the entire establishment would roll over like a puppy. The stripper pole had patches of rust on it, and it seemed like each of the women had to slide down the pole using a specific technique in order to not get a skin piercing.
A blonde was working the pole to the best of her abilities when Treasure walked in. She was dancing against it, kissing and licking it, caressing and sucking it… she was doing everything except for sliding down it. The pole looked so rough, that Treasure couldn’t imagine any human being sliding down it; it looked like a vertical slab of cement. The permanent cigarette smoke lingered in the room, and the permanent stench of strip club aroma was so heavy and thick that it seemed as if it was engraved in the panels of the walls.
The DJ was screaming through the microphone so much, that no one could really hear the music being played. “Get down Snowflake! Yessssirrrr ! If you ain’t tippin or sippin , then you needs to be dippin ! Ohhhhhh look at Snowflake! Damn girl, you sho ’ nuff bad!”
The DJ irritated Treasure to no end, but she ignored it since it really had nothing to do with her. Men were scattered about all over the club. Most were in the middle of the room or as far away from the stage as possible, trying to avoid tipping the strippers. They were drinking their drinks as slowly as possible. Treasure couldn’t imagine surviving on the type of income these ladies were probably making.
Treasure had a seat at the front of the stage and leaned back in her chair. She had on a beige thigh length skirt and a red blouse with a beige flower on the shoulder. She was wearing a red pair of 5 inch pumps and her purse matched her skirt. Her red lipstick accentuated her thick lips, and her manicured nails had been cut short on purpose. She wanted no interruptions when it was time to fire the pistol, wanted nothing to get in the way of
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