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CHAPTER 8

The next day Sally and Angel sleep in, a luxury they could never indulge in while working for Ax. Over coffee Angel asks, “How about we go shopping and treat ourselves to a little TLC? I know we could both use some new outfits and there’s always the need for more shoes.”

“I’ve been wanting a French manicure and a good foot massage,”

Sally says. “Let’s do it!”

They ask a motel clerk where the nearest discount clothing shop and nail salon are and take a bus there. They get their nails done first. Sally and Angel giggle like two schoolgirls the whole while. Each decides to get a French pedicure with little rhinestone hearts on their big toenails and a set of pink and white square-tip acrylic nails. Neither has ever been pampered this way before. While at the salon, Sally grows silent. Noticing her friend’s change in demeanor, Angel reaches over and places a hand on her arm. “Why so quiet?”

“Just thinking. Last week we were Ax’s slab-of-meat prisoners.

Now we’re getting our nails done.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. It’s just so—”

“Different?”

“Yeah.”

Angel turns in her chair to face Sally. “I hear ya. Keep thinking I’m gonna wake up and be under Ax’s control again.”

Sally shifts uncomfortably. “Shit! What if he finds us?”

Angel reassuringly squeezes her friend’s arm and musters a convincing smile. “Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t. Either way, we should treat ourselves like we’re special.”

Sally relaxes a little and returns Angel’s smile. “You’re right. I like pampering myself. It makes me feel like I matter.”

The girls finish at the nail salon and walk down to a discount clothing store where they spend several hours. When they leave, each has new outfits, come-fuck-me heels and sexy new lingerie for their job. Angel is positively giddy. “That was fun. Gotta do that again.”

They grab a leisurely bite to eat, gather the items they will need for stripping and then head over to the club, hoping to meet some of the other girls. Upon arriving, they are greeted by Desmond, the bouncer who met them at the door the previous evening. He is a huge black man who looks as if he could play nose tackle for a pro-football team.

“Evening, ladies.”

The girls greet him. Upon entering the club, Byron, the bartender says, “Evening, dolls. Looking for Mama Pearl? She just stepped out for a minute. Said she’ll be right back. If you want, I can let her know you’re here.”

“No, that’s okay. We’re a little early. We’ll get ready and check back in a bit.”

Sally and Angel proceed to the dressing room where they find several performers changing clothes.

Jasper is a beautiful petite Filipino girl with wavy black hair that cascades down her back to her rear. The night Angel and Sally first came into Luigi’s, Jasper was one of the two girls on stage who had mesmerized their clientele.

“Hi, I’m Angel. This is Sally.”

Jasper looks up, a warm smile on her face. “You must be the new girls.”

They talk with Jasper as she finishes getting ready. She looks up at the wall clock. “I’m up. Good luck!” She leaves to go perform.

Sally and Angel get ready. When done, they meet up with Mama Pearl who says, “I’ve got you girls dancing on the smaller stage. I’ll start you out easy tonight. You’re on in an hour.” Noticing their uneasiness, she offers a reassuring smile and continues, “You’ll do fine. Don’t worry about nothing. Do what comes natural, and you’ll have those fools eating out of your hands in no time. Now make your Mama proud.” She gives each an affectionate squeeze and sends them on their way.

Sally and Angel scan the main room for tables to give private dances to. Angel locks onto a table of four twenty-year-olds who seem to be from the nerd patrol and out of their element. The only things missing are their pocket protectors. Angel nods in their direction. “Watch this. I’ll have those fools begging for a lap dance in sixty seconds or less. Clock me.”

She heads for their table. Zeroing in on the most uncomfortable-looking one, she sits on his lap—to his horror—and addresses his friends. “Hey, there, fellas. Your boy here looks like he might need some loosening up.”

She leans up against the young man, giving him clear view of her cleavage and strokes the side of his face. His friends soften while he looks greener than the Wicked Witch of the West. Angel throws on the charm and convinces the others that they could benefit from watching their buddy get a personal lap dance. They agree, and she begins. The three hoot, holler and cheer her on while their pal warms to the idea.

Sally cannot help but be impressed. True to her word, Angel pulled it off in less than a minute.

You go, Angel!