Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 17. Rosa

Rosa had certainly not known what to expect when she walked into the club with Keith. She had expected something a bit dingy and dark, but after they paid and walked in, she found herself in a surprisingly bright room. A long stage shaped like a V was at the far side of the room and two women clad only in very abbreviated thongs pranced down either runway as the crowd cheered them on. One woman was white with shocking red hair of a color found nowhere in nature while the other was a Hispanic woman with a poor blonde wig. None of the people around the stage seemed to care about the states of the dancer’s hair though as they waved dollars as the dancers shook their breasts and behinds at them.

“We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Keith said. “I’m not sure if this is really your scene.”

“What? No, we can stay.”

He smirked. “If we’re going to stay, you’re going to have to drop the deer in headlights look. You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“I am just a bit shocked. I never actually went to a place like this before. It’s just—well, different, from what I expected.”

“Lumber Jacks is fairly upscale. We’ve got a lot seedier places in the city that might fit your image more closely. Here they follow the laws or at least act like they should. Some of these places have drugs out in the open backstage and you can tell every dancer from how long the trail of heroin scars on their arms are.”

“How pleasant.”

“Sorry. You work in River City as a cop long enough, you have a few too many strip club stories.”

“I suppose so,” Rosa said as she surveyed the room. She saw no sign of Mel anywhere, although she did catch sight of a few slightly more clothed dancers working their way through the crowd.

“You sure you want to stay?”

“Of course,” Rosa said. “I wanted to experience new things when I came to River City. This certainly qualifies. Besides, I got to at least say hello to Mel before we leave.”

Keith nodded, but Rosa could detect a hint of distrust in him. He wasn’t as sure about the club or Mel as she was. Rosa figured he saw Mel as a troublemaker after their meeting at lunch, but she suspected Mel was just a bit high strung. Besides, it would be in poor taste to accept an invitation and not wait for the raven haired beauty’s dance number.

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