Page 18 of Fang
“Good. Then don’t. Just make me fucking money. Now go. Happy is waiting in the locker room for you,” I tell her, having texted Happy when she arrived to wait there for her.
“Fine. He better stay out of my way and not touch me. If he makes sexual comments, I won’t hold my tongue.” She turns, opening the door.
“Cami, if he does either of those, you tell me. I’ll cut his fucking tongue out.”
She shivers, shaking her head. “Always violence. Isn’t that what got us in this situation in the first place?”
She slams the door behind her, leaving me running my hand down my face.
Of course she’s right. Violence got us here, but I won’t let anyone disrespect her again. Not in my establishment. Not even one of my brothers.
The girl is going to be a fucking problem, but fuck if I can do anything about it.
Tonight, I’m on edge. I feel a funk settling in to stay, and it pisses me off. I hate when my emotions get the best of me for some unknown reason.
If only I were little again, and a sweet treat could turn my frown upside down.
“What the hell are you wearing?” Venus asks.
“Lingerie,” I deadpan.
Her nose crinkles. “Not very good lingerie.”
Some of the others murmur in agreement.
I bite back my sigh as I study myself in the mirror. My makeup is more natural for the night, and my curls cascade down my back for now. The black lace lifts my breasts, making them look larger than they are. I have a feeling, though, that’s not what she’s talking about.
Attached to my bra is a lace hood that I plan on utilizing tonight. This set is unlike anything I usually wear, but I love it. As soon as I saw it online, I knew I had to splurge on it. I know assoon as the patrons see it, it will pay for itself. Especially paired with the song I have in mind for tonight.
“Aw, Venus, your jealousy is showing,” I coo.
Her eyes narrow as she scoffs. “Jealous? Jealous of who? You?” She laughs. “Please, you have the body of a ten-year-old. There’s nothing to be jealous of, honey. All those men lusting after you? They are imagining you as a child. Disgusting, right?”
I look down at my boobs for a second before meeting her gaze once again in the mirror. I could point out that her tits are saggy and a total strip club cliché, but I don’t.
I raise an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, ten-year-olds didn’t have handfuls, but what do I know? Besides, those same men lust after you, so what does that say about you when you actually enjoy it? You even let them touch you.”
“Tell us how you did it,” she demands.
“Did what?” I roll my eyes.
Venus rolls her eyes. “Get Fang to sleep with you.”
“Is he as big as I think he is?” Shorty asks wistfully.
“I’m not sleeping with Fang,” I tell them, focusing back on my own image in the mirror.
“I’m not stupid. We all know you are and that’s why he assigned creepy over there.” She jacks her thumb over her shoulder and points at Happy.
Is the scarring on his face a little disconcerting when you first meet him? Yes, but you get used to it. Besides, even with the exaggerated smile lines cut into his face, he’s attractive in his own way. I can’t judge him when I know I have my own scars. Mine happen to only be internal.
It’s a badge to show that you survived. No, Happy doesn’t scare me, and he isn’t creepy. He is another survivor.
One I respect.
My eyes find him in the mirror. His arms are crossed and he looks like he’s checked out, but I know he’s watching and takingeverything in. Could he step in and put Venus in her place? Yes, but I appreciate the fact that he isn’t. He’s letting me handle my own shit even if he’s being thrown under the bus in the process.
I pick up my bold red lipstick and apply it slowly. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as annoyance flies across Venus’s face. When I’m done, I cap the lipstick and set it down before turning and giving her my complete attention.
