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behind me.
She’s clearly extremely uncomfortable, so I take the lead; something that I’m extremely good at. “Let’s take a seat and get a drink. Act natural.”
We slide into a nearby booth and wait in silence for a waitress to come and serve us. I find my eyes scanning the girls, even though I have no idea who I’m looking for. It’s unlikely that Nicolette is going to look too much like Willa, but I figure that I might be able to spot some sort of sisterly resemblance. Plus, I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I told Willa I’d help, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Fuck, when did I suddenly become so whipped?
“Can I get you guys anything?” A brassy southern drawl interrupts my thought pattern, and I open my mouth to ask for a whiskey. It might be early, but we need to blend in.
To my shock, Willa pipes up before I can get a single word out.
“Where’s Nicolette?” she snaps, her voice sounding much harsher than I’ve heard before.
I snap my eyes around to face her. I know we didn’t exactly have a plan between us, but whatever I was thinking, it certainly wasn’t this. Does she not know anything about getting information out of people? You don’t just go in head first, like a bull in a china shop. It takes street-smarts and manipulation.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have any girls by that name here. Now if you’d like to hire one of our dancers, we have Karma and Destiny available today…”
Willa doesn’t let the waitress finish. “Don’t give me that spiel. Nicolette is my sister. I haven’t seen her for months. I need…” To her obvious annoyance, her voice starts to break a little and tears fill her eyes. “I need to know where she is. I think her dancer’s name was…”
She pauses thoughtfully for a second, and I glance over to the waitress, trying to gauge her reaction. I hope the tears are going to work. I reallydon’t want to have to seduce this woman; not in front of Willa. Plus, she has the haggard, tired look of a woman that spends too much of her time ‘entertaining’. I know a lot of the girls here have the side job of the oldest profession in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if this woman was one of them.
She impatiently shoves a wayward strand of dyed red hair behind her ear. I get it. These women have people asking after them all the time, and it’s the duty of the staff to ensure that no one gets close. One of the biggest dangers in this profession is odd characters becoming obsessed. That’s the sort of thing that causes bad shit to happen.
Just as I open my mouth, to try and say anything to make it better, Willa speaks out again.
“Crystal!” She sounds excited that she’s finally nailed it. “Her dancer name is Crystal.”
“I…” The waitress glances around, starting to look uncomfortable. “I can tell you when she’s in work next…” She starts to say something else before clearly thinking better of it. “I…um…I’ll just go check.”
She suddenly scuttles off behind the bar, hopefully to consult a work schedule.
“I guess she can’t…” I lean in towards Willa, wanting to reassure her.
“She can,” she says, interrupting me. “She could if she really wanted to. She knows that Nicolette is in trouble, and she knows that she should tell me what she knows. Something is holding her back.”
“Maybe because she isn’t too sure you are who you say you are?” I don’t know why I’m defending this woman; I just need Willa to calm down. She might be sitting here rather quietly, simmering away in her anger, but she has this burning energy surrounding her and I’m concerned that she’s about to explode at any moment.
“I can’t do this,” she says before abruptly standing up. She storms over to the bar, and I know I need to stop her before she does something really stupid.
Before I reach her, I see one of the dancers making their way over to her and quickly whispering something in her ear. Whatever she
She’s clearly extremely uncomfortable, so I take the lead; something that I’m extremely good at. “Let’s take a seat and get a drink. Act natural.”
We slide into a nearby booth and wait in silence for a waitress to come and serve us. I find my eyes scanning the girls, even though I have no idea who I’m looking for. It’s unlikely that Nicolette is going to look too much like Willa, but I figure that I might be able to spot some sort of sisterly resemblance. Plus, I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I told Willa I’d help, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Fuck, when did I suddenly become so whipped?
“Can I get you guys anything?” A brassy southern drawl interrupts my thought pattern, and I open my mouth to ask for a whiskey. It might be early, but we need to blend in.
To my shock, Willa pipes up before I can get a single word out.
“Where’s Nicolette?” she snaps, her voice sounding much harsher than I’ve heard before.
I snap my eyes around to face her. I know we didn’t exactly have a plan between us, but whatever I was thinking, it certainly wasn’t this. Does she not know anything about getting information out of people? You don’t just go in head first, like a bull in a china shop. It takes street-smarts and manipulation.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have any girls by that name here. Now if you’d like to hire one of our dancers, we have Karma and Destiny available today…”
Willa doesn’t let the waitress finish. “Don’t give me that spiel. Nicolette is my sister. I haven’t seen her for months. I need…” To her obvious annoyance, her voice starts to break a little and tears fill her eyes. “I need to know where she is. I think her dancer’s name was…”
She pauses thoughtfully for a second, and I glance over to the waitress, trying to gauge her reaction. I hope the tears are going to work. I reallydon’t want to have to seduce this woman; not in front of Willa. Plus, she has the haggard, tired look of a woman that spends too much of her time ‘entertaining’. I know a lot of the girls here have the side job of the oldest profession in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if this woman was one of them.
She impatiently shoves a wayward strand of dyed red hair behind her ear. I get it. These women have people asking after them all the time, and it’s the duty of the staff to ensure that no one gets close. One of the biggest dangers in this profession is odd characters becoming obsessed. That’s the sort of thing that causes bad shit to happen.
Just as I open my mouth, to try and say anything to make it better, Willa speaks out again.
“Crystal!” She sounds excited that she’s finally nailed it. “Her dancer name is Crystal.”
“I…” The waitress glances around, starting to look uncomfortable. “I can tell you when she’s in work next…” She starts to say something else before clearly thinking better of it. “I…um…I’ll just go check.”
She suddenly scuttles off behind the bar, hopefully to consult a work schedule.
“I guess she can’t…” I lean in towards Willa, wanting to reassure her.
“She can,” she says, interrupting me. “She could if she really wanted to. She knows that Nicolette is in trouble, and she knows that she should tell me what she knows. Something is holding her back.”
“Maybe because she isn’t too sure you are who you say you are?” I don’t know why I’m defending this woman; I just need Willa to calm down. She might be sitting here rather quietly, simmering away in her anger, but she has this burning energy surrounding her and I’m concerned that she’s about to explode at any moment.
“I can’t do this,” she says before abruptly standing up. She storms over to the bar, and I know I need to stop her before she does something really stupid.
Before I reach her, I see one of the dancers making their way over to her and quickly whispering something in her ear. Whatever she
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