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worked the pole like a pro, pouring the glitter Jason had spotted on her the week before all over her torso during the final chorus. Guns N’ Roses blasted the hearty guitar riffs of “Sweet Child of Mine” as Cyndi rounded out her first turn of the night. While Axel Rose belted his heart out, Cyndi spun on her heels in a perfect pirouette which landed her in a full split in the center of the stage. At least, it was supposed to. The crazy, drunk guy who jumped on the stage and tried to grab her totally got in the way. The collision knocked her ankle sideways, dropping her to the scarred wood like a load of bricks.
    The man dropped to the floor next to her, instantly sober. “Oh geez! Oh, man! I am so sorry! You okay, Lady Liberty? I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
    Rafael, the bouncer, pounced on the guy and dragged him off the stage while Cyndi worked her shoe off of her injured foot.
    “You all right, Cyndi?” Johnny rushed to her side and offered his hand to help her up. Even when he was dressed like a woman, he had more chivalry than most men she knew.
    “Yeah, I think so.” She allowed Johnny to pull her to her feet, kicking off the other red shoe as she stood. As soon as she put pressure on the injured ankle, she knew it was very much not okay.
    “Ouch!” Cyndi tested the ankle again tentatively, but there was no way she was going to be able to walk on it. “Can you help me out back?”
    “Sure thing, baby girl. Let’s hobble you into the dressing room.” Johnny kicked off his own heels and tossed them behind the bar before effortlessly scooping her up and carrying her to the back of the building. “Rafael! Bring a bag of ice once you toss that piece of waste out the front door!”
    “With pleasure, Johnny!” Rafael called back. Cyndi heard him grunt and curse as he tossed the drunken patron out of the building.
    In less than a minute, she was settled on a sofa in the manager’s office with her foot wrapped in a bag of ice and Roxy flitting around her like a humming bird, her purple feather boa whipping back and forth with every movement. That woman had a boa for every occasion.
    “You gonna be all right, sugah?”
    Cyndi flexed the injured limb. Her ankle was turning several shades of blue and purple. “I’m sure it’s only a sprain.”
    “That’s some nasty injury,” Johnny interjected. “Might need an x-ray.”
    “No. I’m not going to the hospital. I need to get changed and head home.”
    “You want me to call someone to come and get you, sugah?”
    “No, Roxy. I have my car. I just have to figure out what to tell Jason when I get home.”
    “Tell him you slipped on a wet floor while you were mopping it.” Roxy was still pacing, but she had slowed down.
    “If you need help getting out to your car, baby girl, give a holler. I gotta get back out to the bar.”
    “Thanks, Johnny, but I should be okay. The ice is helping a lot. I’m going to go home, take something for the pain, and go to bed.”
    “All right, then, doll.” Johnny fluffed his wig and straightened his clothes on his way out the door of the office. “Jonet is back to business!”
    “Your leg is lookin’ pretty nasty.” Roxy stood in front of her, trying to light a cigarette with shaking hands.
    “Relax, Roxy. I’m fine. Really.”
    “You can’t dance anymore.”
    “Not tonight, anyway. If you could help me up, I’ll go change and collect my wages for the night.” It sure wouldn’t be the three hundred dollars she was getting used to.
    Roxy extended a hand. Cyndi was surprised at how cold the other woman’s fingers were when she accepted it. She moaned as she tried to put pressure on her injured joint. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had, although the swelling and discoloration were gradually increasing.
    “You’re limping.” Roxy grunted as Cyndi leaned heavily on her for the first few steps.
    “It hurts. Nothing a good bandage and a few pain killers can’t fix though. Come on, Roxy, I thought you