he was into swinging and she told a radio station they’re through. She also knows he had some stripper come in with him so he could get in as part of a couple.”
“Now, that is true.”
“Anyway, from what Ramada Hart says, she wasn’t willing to finish her act upon him, wife or no wife. She tried to stop performing, and as you know, she says she was forced to finish.”
“I know I’ve told you about her past relationship with Lavender. They have a child together and she’s been dealing Lavender hell cards from the day their son was conceived. Plus, she came in here with her so-called man and then went to another room to give a blow job without him so much as knowing she was anywhere other than in the ladies’ room. She puts the
D
in
drama
. I think she wanted to start some mess since Lavender’s still with me, and she did it one year to the day that she lost him. But, this is really a case between her and Big Mack. I’m all for standing up for victims who’re forced to do anything they choose not to participate in, but other than not allowing either back in here, there’s nothing much I can do. Shoot, if you came in here to get your freak on it would be none of my business. But, that would never happen, I’m sure.” She gave a mini laugh.
“Very funny. And you are correct. It never would. Not with my wife. Not without my wife. It’s simply not my cup of tea.”
“Like I said, that’s on you.”
“Point made. I understand. We’ll deal with this next week. Let me do what I do best, okay? Defending, not swinging. And I was able to get the date pushed back since the prosecution’s trying to find some more witnesses. Nothing’s happening right away. Just let me do this.”
Milan reached for a stack of mail, shuffling through the envelopes. “Okay. Go ahead. And I’m sorry about that little jab. You know me.”
“Yeah. What I do know is you got your determination from your dad. That’ll get you far, Milan.”
“I just want to get past this. Sorry to call you at home so late.”
“No problem. Anytime.”
“Good night.” Milan hung up, though she was not impressed by the fact that Attorney Wyatt used the word
anytime
. Anytime should have been her dad’s former attorney’s response, as he was being paid by the hour. And paid well. The last envelope in the stack was a bill for his retainer fee at three hundred per hour for an estimated thirty hours of work. And that was supposed to be a reduced rate. But, as usual, his high price was well earned, and Milan knew it.
Lavender appeared at the door to Milan’s office looking like he was in full work mode. His adulation was evident. “Baby, do you know we’re at full capacity and we’ve only been open two hours? It’s amazing. We’ve never had a Sunday night like this since I’ve been here.”
Milan glanced over at one of the front door monitors. “We’ve never had a night like this period. Bad publicity is still publicity. I’m sure they’re just a bunch of lookie-loos. Curious folks window-shopping for some T&A. But it is impressive considering Channel 3 is camped outside.”
He pointed to the monitor as the bouncer screened a group of new members. “Baby, those people are doing more than looking. Eight out of ten beds in the group room are taken.”
“So, I guess we should thank your nutty ex-girlfriend then, huh?”
“Now, I didn’t say that.”
“Well, just know that I’d rather have an empty club and no drama than a packed house and court dates up my ass.”
“I’m with you.” Lavender headed back toward the office door. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or this club. That is a promise.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Milan told him as he exited her office with a wink.
She talked out loud to herself, standing at the oversize one-way mirror, watching the crowded goings-on below. “I just have a bad-ass feeling about this. A real bad-ass feeling.”
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Monday, March 31,
“Now, that is true.”
“Anyway, from what Ramada Hart says, she wasn’t willing to finish her act upon him, wife or no wife. She tried to stop performing, and as you know, she says she was forced to finish.”
“I know I’ve told you about her past relationship with Lavender. They have a child together and she’s been dealing Lavender hell cards from the day their son was conceived. Plus, she came in here with her so-called man and then went to another room to give a blow job without him so much as knowing she was anywhere other than in the ladies’ room. She puts the
D
in
drama
. I think she wanted to start some mess since Lavender’s still with me, and she did it one year to the day that she lost him. But, this is really a case between her and Big Mack. I’m all for standing up for victims who’re forced to do anything they choose not to participate in, but other than not allowing either back in here, there’s nothing much I can do. Shoot, if you came in here to get your freak on it would be none of my business. But, that would never happen, I’m sure.” She gave a mini laugh.
“Very funny. And you are correct. It never would. Not with my wife. Not without my wife. It’s simply not my cup of tea.”
“Like I said, that’s on you.”
“Point made. I understand. We’ll deal with this next week. Let me do what I do best, okay? Defending, not swinging. And I was able to get the date pushed back since the prosecution’s trying to find some more witnesses. Nothing’s happening right away. Just let me do this.”
Milan reached for a stack of mail, shuffling through the envelopes. “Okay. Go ahead. And I’m sorry about that little jab. You know me.”
“Yeah. What I do know is you got your determination from your dad. That’ll get you far, Milan.”
“I just want to get past this. Sorry to call you at home so late.”
“No problem. Anytime.”
“Good night.” Milan hung up, though she was not impressed by the fact that Attorney Wyatt used the word
anytime
. Anytime should have been her dad’s former attorney’s response, as he was being paid by the hour. And paid well. The last envelope in the stack was a bill for his retainer fee at three hundred per hour for an estimated thirty hours of work. And that was supposed to be a reduced rate. But, as usual, his high price was well earned, and Milan knew it.
Lavender appeared at the door to Milan’s office looking like he was in full work mode. His adulation was evident. “Baby, do you know we’re at full capacity and we’ve only been open two hours? It’s amazing. We’ve never had a Sunday night like this since I’ve been here.”
Milan glanced over at one of the front door monitors. “We’ve never had a night like this period. Bad publicity is still publicity. I’m sure they’re just a bunch of lookie-loos. Curious folks window-shopping for some T&A. But it is impressive considering Channel 3 is camped outside.”
He pointed to the monitor as the bouncer screened a group of new members. “Baby, those people are doing more than looking. Eight out of ten beds in the group room are taken.”
“So, I guess we should thank your nutty ex-girlfriend then, huh?”
“Now, I didn’t say that.”
“Well, just know that I’d rather have an empty club and no drama than a packed house and court dates up my ass.”
“I’m with you.” Lavender headed back toward the office door. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you or this club. That is a promise.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Milan told him as he exited her office with a wink.
She talked out loud to herself, standing at the oversize one-way mirror, watching the crowded goings-on below. “I just have a bad-ass feeling about this. A real bad-ass feeling.”
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“Sex Shooter”
Monday, March 31,
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