Page 5 of Fang
I’m not like her, though, and I never will be.
Groaning, I run my hand over my face as one of the dancers who goes by the corny-ass name Peaches walks off the stage. As soon as she took the stage, I knew she was on something. Her pupils were blown wide, and her pulse was rapidly pounding. Her movements were jerky as fuck, making it a long four minutes.
Pushing off the bar, I head toward the dressing room. I nod at the guard watching the dressing room and step inside.
“Peaches, with me,” I demand.
The girls ohh and ahh. Peaches stands and winks at them as she walks my way on unsteady heels. I’m sure she thinks she’s being seductive, but she’s failing epically.
Turning, I head back down the hall to my office. Peaches follows and when she goes to shut the door, I stop her.
“Leave it open.”
She presses her overly large lips together and pouts. “I thought…”
“You thought wrong. Sit.”
She huffs and sits in the chair across from me.
“If you want to put on a show, I’m game, but that will be extra,” she snarks.
“What are you on?”
She blinks slowly, like she can’t keep up with my change in topic.
“What did you take?” I say slowly, making sure I enunciate each word so she can’t misunderstand me.
“N-nothing. We’re not allowed.”
I feel the corner of my eye twitch as soon as the lie leaves her mouth.
“Your pupils are blown, your heart is racing, and you’re sweating like a whore in church. You’re lying.”
She licks her lips and leans forward. She even goes as far as to make sure she presses her breasts together. “Look, it’s not a big deal. I’m sure we can work something out.”
“You’re fired,” I tell her bluntly.
She blinks rapidly and shakes her head. “What? You can’t do that.”
“I just did. Pack your shit and get out.”
“But you need me!”
“Like the rest of the girls here, you are replaceable. You have ten minutes to get your shit and get out. Otherwise it becomes club property.”
I stand and nod toward the door.
On wobbly legs she lurches out of her seat and heads toward the dressing room. I follow behind her to make sure she doesn’t deviate.
“What’s up?” Happy says as the door separating the floor to the club and the hall slams shut.
“Just had to fire Peaches,” I tell him.
“Fuckin’ junkie,” he mutters. “Want me to make sure she clears out?”
“I would appreciate it.”
Happy slaps me on the shoulder. “Go get a drink. You look like you could use one about now.”
