"You're like end-stage cancer and I can't wait to die."
A rainy Monday night in May.
The Kitty Cat lounge was more than inviting and would surely show you a good time.
---She walked in like she owned the place. Dark denim jeans hugged her cutie-booty, and thigh-high leather boots zipped up the side, looked professional on her feet. Hair curled in dark ringlets; over-sized hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Lovely perky ladies sat up pretty inside her tiny tight tank-top. A gifted leather jacket kept everything confined, and she was ready for a good time, ready to roll the dice, ready to sell the rocks.
"Come on over here girl and bend over for me. You know how your girl V do!"
Veronica called to the hottest girl in the club as she slid down and around the pole and dropped that ass down to the floor. The intoxicated maniac, she stood next to the stage and couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Her name was Samantha, but her stage name was Kandy and this girl was beautiful. Drop-dead, kill yourself gorgeous. It really was a shame she had such Daddy issues and was tricking and snorting V's product instead of hustling the honest way. Who didn't have daddy issues anyway? Veronica licked her lips as the lamb swayed those hips of hers and made her way over to her. Navel to her eye-level, Veronica stuffed a bill in her g-string with one hand and popped her on the ass with the other. "Thank you, honey." Kandy whispered and softly pressed her lips against Veronica.'s. A sexy and soft, teasing kiss for V and for the rest of the men sitting there watching, and waiting. "Come see me after your set, I got what you want."
Looking over her shoulder, Veronica took a seat in her normal spot at a table in the back. In the darkness, where she couldn't be seen very easily, but could clearly see the front door and the back. The chubby bartender soon came over and brought Veronica her usual, Goose on the rocks and would collect a fat tip. Veronica smirked up at her after taking a big sip from her drink, just about to ask the woman how she had been doing. "V, someone is asking for you at the other bar in the pool table room." she informed. Veronica stood from her seat, trying to peek into the other room of the club. "Dude in the suit?" She asked and frustration began to build inside of her. "Yes, that's him. Who is he? Kinda cute." The bartender bubbled, and Veronica gave her a look of disgust. "Gross, and don't worry who he is. I gotta go. Tell Kandy I will contact her." she said, never taking her eyes off of the man at the bar. Just as she was downing her drink, he got up from the bar and turned around. Immediately locking eyes with Veronica. She crunched a piece of ice and said to herself under her breath. "S h i t!" Veronica quickly dropped the glass and jumped over the chair and started running for the back exit. The man took off after her, bobbing and weaving through bodies of horny people throughout the club. He didn't say anything to anyone, his expression of seriousness as he aimed at his target; Veronica.
She reached the back exit and pushed against the bar to open the door. It was stuck and wouldn't open. Giving time for the man to reach her and grab her by the leather jacket she was wearing. "Let go of me!" she yelled and everyone in the club turned their attention to the commotion. The clubs bouncer was outside in front of the club chatting it up with one of the lazy dancers and was oblivious of what was going on inside.
Veronica spun around and elbowed the man in the mouth with force, and without hesitation, he returned the gesture. She laughed loudly and spit blood in his face, licking her stained teeth, then kneed him in the balls extremely hard. He crumbled to the floor, holding his manhood, and grunting obscenities at her. "Stop fu c k i n' following me, next time I will kill your a s s." she yelled while fighting to get the exit door open. Busting the door slightly, she finally got it open just enough for her to escape into the rainy night.-- The darkness offering concealment.
The man shook his head with annoyance written all over his face. Why did Veronica have to be such a brat? --He took a long, deep inhale through his nose; pulled a handkerchief from the inside of his suit jacket pocket. Wiping his face, and making his way to the bar, ordering a Jameson. "Women!" was all that he said.
--will try again tomorrow.
