#simonandco

Perhaps meeting with a new dealer should have been a little more discreet, or even nerve wracking, but very little actually phased Spencer most times and when the man pushed open the back door to the room where he spent most of his time weighing and bagging, he grinned brightly at him. “Hi. Ollie, right? Have a seat. You want a spliff?” Another bad habit. Giving things away. It was hard to break, though.

“I’m gonna give you a warning,” Micah sighed, leaning on the doorframe of Evelyn’s classroom. “There is a nightmare coming your way next year and I don’t think anyone is going to be able to stop it.”

     Almost over.  The loud, thumping, dirty music from the floor was muffled by the wall to the back where Alice slumped in a tall chair, back to the mirror.  Her fingers leafed through the greens in her hand, some damp with residual sweat (hers), some crinkled, some crisp.  With eyelids narrowed in concentration she counted, a smile spreading over her red, red lips the higher the number went.  It had been a decent night in the club, packed enough to give the girls a wide spread of men (and women) to entertain.  Alice, one of the veterans of the club, was among those who knew how to work a room, how to work a man, and thus earned a decent share.  It’d be cut into once her boss got his paws on it but she wasn’t going to complain.  This little wad of cash covered the month’s rent and utilities with a little extra.

     Greasy Chinese food was in her future.

     Alice folded the cash up into a wad and tucked it down into the material of her top-piece.  Being well-endowed thanks to genetics had earned her much of her fortune over the years and always doubled as a nice place to stash little things when she didn’t have a bag on her person.  She pushed up and slid her ass from the chair, letting her heels find the ground.  A short walk brought her around the wall, through the door, past one of the bouncers (who she flashed a grin at) and then through the privacy curtain which blocked off the back and into the club once more.

     Coy grins and wide smiles were presented to anyone who looked her way until she saw a semi-familiar face.  It caught her off guard.  Alice wasn’t used to seeing people from her young adulthood and seeing them often brought back less enjoyable memories that she worked very, very hard to forget.  The smile had fallen from her face and she realized, very quickly, how openly she’d been staring at this guy.  She couldn’t remember his name for the life of her but she remembered he’d been at those parties she’d thrown herself wildly into (and most of them she couldn’t remember in their entirety given how much she’d drunk)