by Matt L. » Mon Jan 22, 2018 12:09 am
5
Sheila shuffled around the Lopez’s diner like menial labor was a practical career for the once schooled lawyer. Lena supervised her like a hawk, was very demanding but she likewise made sure she was feed well and plenty of leftovers to take home.
Jessie, the plus size waitress who used to be Marco’s main squeeze and the other waitresses warmed up to Sheila, even inviting her on a girl’s night out sometime in the future.
Yolanda had moved in and they got along famously, albeit between school, visiting her child and random dates with the guy Will, she was frequently absent from their digs.
Friday came around and Sheila was anxious about her date with Marco, likewise excited to show off her nipple ring and the flowery tramp stamp extending from hip to meaty hip.
Originally Sheila wanted a design over her boob but Yolanda talked her out of it.
However, Yolanda didn’t discourage Sheila from giving into her appetite, even as much as Sheila complained about the inches to her waistline and how plump her belly was getting.
Yolanda made sure the apartment was apply supplied with chocolate and pastry, and even persuaded Sheila to spend time with Rosa and Elena, hoping her roommate might become accustomed to their lavish fattening meals while adapting their gargantuan appetites.
__________
Marco was completely caught off guard by Sheila’s sultry appearance.
Sheila’s dark mane dusting her shoulders, the heavily applied cosmetics giving her an unanimous tawdry look. The eyeliner particularly thick, fake long lashes in tow.
A stretchy black tube top snugly cradling her shapely boobs, tense enough to outline her nipple ring, her blue jean shorts somewhat tattered, muffin-tops over the waistband, the material showing off the bubbly roundness of her derriere.
The navel ring on full display, like the tramp stamp tattoo, a baroque field of brilliant red, yellow and blue hues. Several cheap rings on her fingers, even cheaper pair of earrings, plastic pink heart shape, dangling from her lobes.
Naturally Sheila greeted Marco in Spanish, he replied by taking her in his arms and kissing her.
Marco walked around Sheila, complimenting the tramp stamp, she willingly tugged at her tube top, her big boob jiggling as it popped out, giving him a nice look at her nipple ring which he gently flicked and then licked.
Marco helped Sheila adjusting her top, cupping her breast while securing another kiss, then firmly grabbed her crotch, squeezing it as the kissing continued.
A moment later they were on their way to dinner, Sheila reapplying her cherry red lipstick in an over the top manner, Marco periodically massaging her thigh.
Sheila maneuvered her shoulder softly against Marco, “Can’t believe we’re out like a normal couple, finally!”
Marco nodded, “Yes, very cool, mammacita, no more sneaking around, right?”
Sheila wrangled her arm around Marco’s free arm, purring aloud with a wide smile.
Marco enjoyed his mind games, Sheila currently his favorite target.
“Now you can be yourself, no more bullshit. In a couple years nobody will remember Sheila Marcus; by then you’ll be another invisible member of society that gets shit on.”
Sheila tried keeping a positive mood, “You make it sound so bad, we’ll still be together, that’s a good thing, right?”
Marco chuckled, “Yeah, possibly. But what I meant, without your white privilege you’re just another poor Latina, an illegal one on top of that. Shit, honey, do you realize you have to remain a bottom feeder! If things go down, you can be deported.”
“We be together, you’ll protect me!” Sheila screeched.
“I’ll protect you the best I can but nothing’s impossible, my influence only goes so far…” Marco replied, adding with his signature bad boy smirk, “…about us being together, let’s see what you look like at forty.”
Sheila kissed Marco’s shoulder, her tone extraordinarily passive, “I be there for you, Marco. I’ll work on pleasing you, make you happy.”
“Okay”, Marco said, patting Sheila’s knee, feeling fairly successful in depositing the notion within Sheila’s mind that her socio-economic status was inauspicious. It wasn’t simply out of his wanting to control Shelia that he employed the mind game but to send home the message she was now the destitute, despicable type she once snubbed and loathed - a bottom feeder.
Marco grinned, “Don’t worry, Sasha. You’ll blend in, conform to our culture. Soon you’ll be buying jewelry and not giving a damn that’s it stolen, American food will seem foreign, and you’ll celebrate Mexican holidays like it’s your heritage.”
Certainly Sheila was quite unnerved about her life being downgraded, socially demoted into a culture that rarely register a blip on the radar. Despite collapsing inside, Sheila found sanguinary in that Marco was her man.
Sheila brushed her fingertips off Marco’s chest, fluttering her eyes and smiling, “I’ll be the right woman for you, be exactly like you wish…..”
“You’ve never looked sexier”, Marco interrupted Sheila, “So far, so good. You got that hoochie thing going on!”
_____
A few minutes later Sheila noticed the route Marco was taking, it was toward the Caucasian suburbs.
Sheila questioned where they were having dinner, Marco informed her, “We’re going back to Buena Fiesta! I thought you liked the food, right?”
Sheila pushed back her locks, “Shit, I thought maybe you be taking me to a nice place.”
“You’re kidding!” Marco chuckled. “Buena Fiesta is a nice place! Anyhow, the way you’re dressed, those stuffy overpriced places you used to eat at wouldn’t seat ya, hell, they’d show you the door out.”
Sheila’s jaw dropped, Marco promoting his point, “You have to get with the program. Fast food, cheap food, you know? High class places are now completely out of the picture for you.”
Marco shrewdly decided on having their dinner at the second rate Taco Bell knock off earlier that week. Having dinner at a fast food restaurant where most of the patrons were Caucasian teenagers was the perfect opportunity to humiliate Sheila. Not only would Sheila recognize she wasn’t a part of their culture but in many cases would be treated like a second class citizen.
Marco cruised through the vastly middle class suburb, sweetly charming Sheila about how happy he was being on what could be called their first real date.
“We’ll celebrate good tonight, Sasha! You being liberated from all that bureaucrat bullshit! Aren’t you excited! From now on we can be seen together, and better yet you can ease off all that snootiness, you don’t rate a damn anymore. You can drink and party, wear what you like, and hang out with whoever you chose!”
The restaurant was on the horizon, Sheila remembered their previous visit late in the night, this meal was only six in the evening, and she questioned how the customers and staff might react, after all they did receive some rude comments,
Marco parked his van and with Sheila vacated the vehicle. Marco couldn’t resist giving Sheila a hug, squeezing her tightly, giving her a kiss. Taking her hand, they made tracks inside the eatery.
“You stand in line with me, order for yourself, in English of course”, Marco said rather sweetly.
Stopping at the entrance, Marco gestured with his hand for Sheila to open the door for him.
Marco strutted in, Sheila behind him, “Remember this next time, HOOCHIE…” Marco uttered, putting Sheila in her place. Sheila nodded, remembering in her new culture that the man entered and exited first.
Up to the service counter they strolled hand in hand, Marco ordered first, signaling Sheila with a nod for her to order.
“Um, pleeze can I have a Burrito supreme, and pleeze large Pepsi, some chips with salsa?” Sheila’s tone sounding rather uncomfortable and defective. The fortitude and eloquence evidently removed.
Marco wrapped his arm around Sheila’s waist as they waited for their orders, and she discreetly observed the other patrons. Thankfully nobody was really paying attention to them with exception to a couple teenage boys who were scoping out her rack.
Eventually the couple found themselves at a table, enjoying their food and amusing each other with trivial conversation. Sheila was far more openly flirtatious to Marco’s pleasure, possibly because she was becoming comfortable in her new skin, and because she was no longer bound by the pressure of behaving a certain way while in public.
Sheila likewise discovered the cuisine more appetizing this time around, mentioning it to Marco who invited her to have another burrito. Shelia tilted her head, patting her belly, “That would be so nice but these shorts are very tight, my tummy is getting big.”
Always the schemer, Marco politely insisted to her, “Nah, honey, this is a special occasion, eat hearty. You can lay low with the food tomorrow.”
Marco was anxious for his chica to generously fill out, fill out where Sheila wouldn’t look so desirable to the cool dudes in the neighborhood and even question her beauty.
Sheila left the their table, putting a little snap in her walk which caused her hips to wiggle and a nice bounce to her butt. Cruising toward the service counter, she again noticed the young studs ogling her. Sheila humorously conceded to give them a small show and walking by their table she intentionally put some extra jiggle in her jugs. Their smiling faces signifying their approval.
Returning to the table with another burrito and Pepsi, Sheila paused to run her fingers through Marco’s hair and then bump her hip into his body.
It wasn’t until they were through with dinner and on their way out that somebody made a snobby comment which somehow escaped Marco but Sheila heard it loud and clear.
Sheila held the door open for Marco to walk out, before she could join him, some guy and his babe entered the establishment.
“Don‘t they have hundreds of Mexican restaurants in their neighborhood”, the twenty something male mumbled, his female companion acidly replied, “They probably been banned for sneaking out on their check.”
Sheila was miffed, angrily telling Marco about what was said about them. Marco didn‘t care, “Let them think what they want, I hate them as much as they hate us.”
Marco snagged Sheila by the waist, drawing her into his body, gently kissing her while squeezing her ass.
“Cheer up, baby”, Marco then smiled, “Don’t be in a foul mood coz those assholes. Remember we’re on a date.”
Sheila cupped the sides of Marco’s face, planting a kiss.
“You’re right, why let them sour my mood, we have lots of fun tonight”, Sheila repeated the kiss, grinding her body against Marco’s body.
__
The next stop on their date was a small party held by a fellow gang member.
Food and drink and weed galore, festive Mexican music and some dancing.
Sheila surveyed the females in attendance, typical hoochie chicks, scantily clad and wearing an elaborate amount of makeup. The skinny babes outnumbered the heavier females but there were a couple who were marginally chubby and one that was legitimately fat.
Sheila clung to Marco at first, even sitting on his lap while he conversed with his friends, teasing his hair and conveniently kissing him. After a while Sheila made rounds of the party, getting to know his circle of friends. Shots of tequila, beer and even a small degree of marijuana thrown into the mix. Sheila was all a buzz, her appetite seemingly imprudent as she nibbled relentlessly on the party food.
Unlike the dignified woman who once labored in law, Sheila didn’t feel so inhibited any longer; pulling down her top and showing off her nipple ring to a few of the females, using foul language, and not wincing when Marco cupped her boob, likewise nibbling on his ear and massaging his crotch in full view of the party-goers.
Sheila was conversing with her new friends when Marco interrupted, “Okay, Sasha, we’ll be going.”
Marco was civil enough to wait until Sheila hugged each one of the females, promising to keep in contact, and thanking them for being so nice to her.
Sheila lassoed Marco’s waist as they strolled outdoors, he kept his hand plastered to her ass.
“You got along good with them I think”, Marco grinned, “Very fucking cool, you’re in their posse.”
“I like them a lot, no bullshit, Marco”, Sheila exaggerated her answer just to appease her man; “They are cool, and fucking down to earth.”
They boarded the van, Sheila immediately unbuttoning her shorts to give her tummy room to breathe, “Aye, I ate to much, going have to skip a couple meals tomorrow for sure!”, She giggled, rolling her fingertips off the spongy surface of her budding potbelly.
“The date’s not over yet, honey, but I have some business to take care of”, Marco replied, “Then we’ll finish off the night in your bedroom, or maybe the van.”
Sheila swerved her face toward the back of the van, the mattress stirring up thoughts of their previous sexual escapade in the Buena Fiesta parking lot.
“I might not be able to refuse your wild charms before we get inside”, Sheila peeped a naughty giggle.
Marco drove the van out of the impoverished neighborhood, steering directly into an even more vile part of the city, Flores Street.
“We going to the tattoo shop?” Sheila asked.
“Light me up a smoke”, Marco ordered Sheila before explaining in a calm and casual tone, “No, we’re going to a strip club, I have to see a guy about a deal.”
Sheila lit the cigarette, handing it over to Marco who cracked a wily grin, “Ever been to a strip club before?”
Sheila scratched her belly, “No, and I guess this ain’t no fancy gentlemen’s club, it’s probably a dump.”
Marco laughed, “Oh baby, you got that right. The strippers are bottom feeders, you’ll fit right in!”
“Are they fat?” Shelia blurted while gazing at her doughy belly bump.
“No, not hardly, some are maybe a little out of shape but no fat broads there”, Marco took some pride in explaining, “These are hoochies who never really lived up to their potential. I mean being respectable and modest. No, they scrape by making a living getting undressed and dancing, and this being a low class dive you can imagine the dregs who go there.”
Marco grabbed Sheila’s hand, firmly squeezing it to make his point, “Being around them you’ll get an idea what your life could be like without me looking after you. You’ll probably end up doing this, unless you get too chubby or some idiot knocks you up, then who knows.”
Sheila dropped her head, “I try to get along with you, stop taunting me”, she whined.
“I’m just laying out the facts in case you get on my bad side”, Marco coldly informed Sheila, “Obey me and be attentive.”
Sheila cursed Marco in her thoughts, but knowing full well she was obligated to replied, she forced a smile, “Yes, Marco. Whatever you say.”
Parking the van in the alley behind the strip club, Marco told Sheila to button up her shorts which she did, having to suck in her flab to complete the task.
“We’ll have some fun once I’m done here so like, don’t be so fucking emotional and relax!”
Sheila nodded, edging herself closer to Marco, a peach of a smile developed over her lips, “I’ll be very sweet and affectionate tonight, baby.”
Marco smirked; he sort of appreciated her attempt in trying to please him.
Marco took Sheila by the hand and escorted her through the seedy establishment’s backdoor.
The hole-in-the-wall club had a rancid smell of cigarettes and booze, a misty fog illustrated through the red lights which somewhat lit up the bar and lounge area. Red carpet of a crimson shade, peppered with burnt spots and stains. The waitresses were topless, majority of them were marginally thick, sitting on the customers laps while taking their orders.
The patrons were an assortment of races, Spanish, African American and Caucasian. None of them seemed affiliated with any gang but they all looked decadent and indigent. Older guys in their fifties out numbered the pack; there were some in the thirties and forties.
The stage was illuminated with strobe lights; a skinny African American woman was in the middle of her act, stripping to some hip--hop number. The strippers who had finished their act worked the crowd, talking the customers into buying another drink, others escorting the guys upstairs for private lap dances.
Sheila sat down at a table, Marco telling a top heavy waitress to bring his woman a drink.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes!”
The waitress was bleach blond, generously stacked, southern babe in her late twenties.
“I’m Candy”, she smiled while handing Sheila a plastic cup which contained her beer.
Candy’s figure was curvaceous, flawless with omission to a rather chubby belly.
“You here for an audition? Rico is always looking for new talent.”
Sheila sipped her unreasonably warm beer, having to depend on English to answer, “No, me with Marco, on date.”
“You ever change your mind, you’d clean up good around here, you have a sweet looking pair of boobs.”
Candy continued, confiding with Sheila like they had been friends for years, “I used to strip here, raked in a lot of cash until I put on a little too much weight. But some of the regulars do ask me for a lap dance, twenty bucks a dance sure adds up.”
Sheila demurely smiled, sipping her beer as Candy chirped, “Well, gots customers, talk with ya later.”
Sheila laid her arm over her stomach, nursing her beer while periodically watching the show and the low class patrons in their uncouth mischief.
Marco returned a little while later, holding onto a large mug of beer.
Sheila glimpsed her plastic cup, inquiring how Marco got a mug instead of a cup as he sat down beside her.
“Because I’m a somebody and you’re a nobody”. Marco grunted, “And I get the good stuff from the managers office too.”
Marco sat in a relaxed style, legs intersected, his hand over Sheila’s thigh.
“I thought we’d be going?” Sheila asked.
“We will, in a while. Just enjoy the show; those chicks are beautiful, huh?”
Sheila folded her arms over her breasts, “I guess. But really, ain’t you in the mood?”
“Later”, Marco replied, his attention mainly focused on the Latina stripper on stage.
Sheila adjusted her body, slanting sideways into Marco, kissing his jaw and purring, “Oh, baby. My kitty needs affection; you’re the only man who can do it.”
Marco momentarily starred dead on at Sheila, subsequently bringing his lips to hers, massaging her boob and then crotch. The applauds from the crowd interrupting their moment, Marco withdrew his lips from Sheila.
“Yeah, we’ll screw later, chica, I’m so fucking horny”, Marco stated, his punky grin distorting his features. “Guess what, Sasha. I think you look hot, sexier than ever but you know what would really turn me on, make me want to fuck the hell out of you?”
Sheila gazed at Marco in puzzlement, “No?”
Marco wrapped his arm around Sheila’s waist and hoisted her unto his lap.
“If I knew other guys found you sexy, it would turn me on like crazy”, Marco whispered.
Sheila held onto Marco’s shoulders, her breasts squished against his body, “Ay, I thought you were already horny, why would what those losers think turn you on?”
Sheila calling the customers losers only increased Marco’s desire in humiliating her.
Marco played it up to the hilt, “Its obvious these dregs are turned on by a beautiful woman, how would a chica with a so-so body rate with them?”
“My body’s so-so?” Sheila sullenly droned, “I though you say I look hot, sexy.”
“Oh Sasha, you look sexy for a flabby Hoochie”, Marco seizing Sheila’s plump pouch and squeezing it to exemplify his point, “You gotta admit, you’re starting to get chunky.”
“Hey! That no nice talk!” Sheila blurted in English.
“What? I do have real feelings for you, just being honest about your body”, Marco faked a frown, “Why are you being so heartless to me? I’m the guy who set you up with a job and an apartment and you’re being shitty to me.”
Sheila backed away from Marco, her boobs bobbling slightly, “Damn, Marco. I’m not totally ungrateful, I’m glad, appreciate all you do…”
Sheila smiled as she hugged Marco, “You’re my man, my only man, I do you right, whatever pleases you.”
Marco slid his fingers down Sheila’s back, “Okay, baby. Then you’ll see my cousin in the backroom, Rico will set up the whole thing.”
“Marco!” Sheila whined, “You can’t be fucking serious.”
Marco gently removed Sheila off his lap, “You don’t have to strip if you don’t want to, okay.
I mean like, it would get me hornier but what the fuck, right. Your needs are more important than mine.”
Sheila steered her face to the stage, a shapely red head was in the middle of undressing while roving her hips in a sultry dance.
“I’m so insecure about my body, those skanks are beautiful…”
Marco didn’t appreciate Sheila referring to the strippers as skanks, once again reinforcing his ambition in belittling the former district attorney.
“It’s okay, sit back down”, Marco’s expression as indifferent as his tone of voice, “I’ll get me a lap dance, and then we’ll go back to my place. You can do my laundry while I’m out with my boys.”
Sheila moved in on Marco, wrapping one arm around his waist, rubbing his neck with her other hand.
“We make beautiful love tonight, don’t ruin it, please.”
“I’m not ruining anything, you’re the one not cooperating”, Marco cracked a smart-aleck smile.
Sheila nodded, “It would really please you if I got on stage, undress and shake my ass in front of all those men?”
“Look at the money the guys are stuffing into their G-strings, you’ll make a bundle”, Marco replied, “But hell yes it would please me.”
“What I have to do?” Sheila sighed.
Marco grabbed her hand and led her to the backroom, the office of Rico Munu.
Rico looked the very definition of a weasel. Skinny, ugly features and thin mustache.
“So this is the woman you’ve been bragging about. She is exotic looking, have her turn around let me see her ass.”
Marco didn’t have to say anything, Sheila willingly spun around.
“No disrespect, Marco, she’s decent but she ought to lay off the sweets.”
Marco turned to Sheila, “See your body ain’t that bad.”
Sheila sub-consciously cupped her belly, Marco conveying to Rico for his own amusement, “Sasha’s gotten lazy since moving in, she used to go to this expensive gym, lot of good that done her.”
Rico concurred in a mode true to his coarse character, “No joke, but take it from me, lots of these high class broads would be huge cows if they weren’t rich. I think your woman proves my point.”
Sheila felt uneasy as Rico pointed at her, “I’d have to see her naked to get a better clue but judging by her how tummy pouch spreads out at the bottom, and you see those lines on her neck, they’re called a ‘Fat Necklace. Yeah, she got all the signs alright. If she watches what she eats, it’ll slow the progress, keep the pounds off for a while but eventually she’s gonna get tubby.”
Sheila heard enough, “Hey, you guys going to stand around and insult me or do I get to strip!”
Rico chuckled, “Shit, baby, you got gorgeous tetas but I ain’t sure stripping is your thing, wanna be a waitress?”
Marco stepped in between Sheila and his cousin, “No, she’s serious. Think you’d let her go on stage, as a favor to me?”
Rico looked Sheila up and down, ardently surveying her figure.
“She’s a little flabby, what the hell, as a favor to you, Marco.”
“Out of curiosity”, Marco squinted at Sheila, “How much you weigh?”
Sheila puffed up cheeks; she didn’t really want to answer Marco but knew she had to obey him.
“I really don’t know, Marco, honest. I think I’m maybe ten-pounds heavier since moving here, but I’m not over 150-pounds”, she uncomfortably droned.
Marco delicately patted Sheila’s tummy, “I think you’re at least 150-pounds”, he grinned.
Sheila folded her arms over her breasts, “Hey, you said I look sexy, and don’t fucking believe what your cousin says, I’m not going to get fat!”
Marco coolly smiled, “Don’t get huffy, it’s only his theory.”
“Right, think what ya want, Sheila, I know a future calorie queen when I see one”, Rico happily bragged.
Shelia sternly looked at Marco, “Rico knows who me is!”, once again blurting in her natural language.
It was Rico who replied, his grin quite wide and indecorous, “I’m one of the few people Marco tells everything to….”
Of course Rico knew Marco’s real objective in taming the haughty vixen and corrupting her appearance, he soft soaked Sheila, “….If Marco didn’t have strong feelings for ya; he wouldn’t have helped ya along this way. You’re a very lucky woman; lots of hoochies would love to be in your place!”
Marco smiled at Sheila, “You got Rico’s approval, baby. He would object if I was involved with a woman better than me.”
From there both Rico and Marco escorted Sheila to a fitting room where she would pick out an outfit to wear and then take off. There was a powder blue blazer and skirt, Marco got a gem of an idea.
“Put this on, start your act like you’re addressing a court room, like you’re a smart lawyer woman. When the music starts playing, slowly take it off, show off your ass; jiggle your boobs that type of shit.”
Sheila cringed, then sprouted off, “Can I change without your cousin being here!”
“What the fuck, Sasha! Rico’s going to see you naked anyway!”
Rico humorously rattled off, “Too bad you got soft, Marco showed me pictures of you, you looked so sweet, damn, we would have made the bucks!”
Sheila grumbled at Rico, “Marco says I look sexy, my body ain’t so bad!”
Marco and Rico replied in unison, “It was better!” Marco then adding, “But you still look attractive, maybe cause you got some flaws now, you’re a normal looking hoochie.”
Chuckles invaded the room after Sheila called them both assholes.
Marco didn’t take it personal, he knew his chica was upset, he let it slide this time.
Marco and Rico deliberated on what song Sheila should strip to, finally settling on a cover version of Twist and Shout performed by some garage band.
__
A blond stripper known as Dolly Diamonds left the stage, off stage Rico grabbed the microphone and announced Saucy Sasha to the thunderous sound of applauds.
Sheila felt a little uneasy stepping out on the stage; she didn’t go to law school to undress in front of strangers. However, she convinced herself that her former identity no longer existed; she was Sasha, a Mexican girl from the streets, willing to do anything for her man.
Sheila’s warped mind struggled with the correct things to say, she hadn’t relied on her smarts and experience in courtroom etiquette in such a while, her diminished IQ working against her.
The lights were very intense, thankfully she had a tough time making out the audience but she could hear their clapping and cheers.
Sheila opened her mouth, “Jury people! Come to order! My evidence thingys will totally cause an objection…”
The music began to play, Sheila spun around and wiggled her hips, dropping the blazer then turned and shook her boobs at the audience. Shouts and applauds caused Sheila to naughtily smile, she felt the rush of excitement, strutting from one side of the stage to the other; she again turned around, dropped her skirt, and wiggled her ass.
The dollar bills tossed on stage encouraged Sheila to add a provocative motion to her dance routine, and at one point she strutted to the front of the stage, jutting out her jugs to crowd, giving her boobs a wiggle as she bent over. Sheila winked at the dude who pushed a dollar in between her cleavage, then backed away, resuming her sultry dance.
Sheila tossed kisses to the crowd once her routine came to an end, picking up the cash; she gave her ass another shake to the loud and rousing fan-fare of the audience.
____
“That was fantastic, Sasha!” Marco said as he embraced her.
“Yeah, not so bad, I think I got twenty bucks!” Sheila giggled.
Marco patted her ass, “We’ll split the money later, have a beer and relax until you’re on stage again”
“What?” Sheila blinked, “On stage again?”
“You can’t just walk out on your fans like that, they’re crazy about you”, Marco replied.
Sheila sighed, “Marco, baby, I don’t know. I kind of liked it but I’m not that type of girl.”
Marco withdrew from the embrace. “You’re the type of girl I say you are. Tonight you’re going to strip a couple more times, and you know what else? You’re going to work the crowd between routines, getting the dregs to buy drinks and if they want a lap dance, you’re available.”
“No, Marco, pleeze!” Sheila whimpered, Marco giggled, “It’s no big deal, you’re not going to be screwing them. All you gots to do is take them upstairs for a private dance. Hell, baby, you’ll make twenty-dollars a pop plus tips. We’ll split it.”
Sheila held her hand to her hips, tilting her head, “Damn, this one night but never ever again.”
Marco gave Sheila a funky look complete with his bad boy grin, “Probably, unless you’re disobedient and then I’ll drop you off here, and you can make a living taking off your clothes.”
Sheila dropped her head and grumbled, “What did I do to ever deserve getting mixed up with you.”
Marco’s impertinent grin became elongated, “You want a list!”
Sheila sniffled, wiping her eyes, “You said you cared about me….”
Marco wagged his head, reaching over her pulled Sheila into his arms, “Sasha, I do care about you, this is why I’m doing this.”
Sheila tightly held unto Marco’s waist, “Huh? You crazy?” she softly uttered.
Marco weaved his fingers through Sheila’s hair, “Living in the white’s man world made you uppity, we can never really be a couple unless you learn how it is for us, sometimes poverty forces people to do things they don’t want to do.”
Marco wasn’t on the level and he knew it, he thoroughly acquired much pleasure in humiliating Sheila.
Sheila conceded with an artificial smile, knowing she needed to make concessions for Marco’s unpleasant conduct toward her. However, Sheila erroneously presumed that if she was affectionate enough she could change Marco’s behavior toward her which would improve their relationship.
Sheila did abide Marco’s decision, walking out on stage a couple more time, putting on an exotic show while removing her clothes. Between routines Sheila worked the tables, wearing a pink baby doll nightgown and pink feathery boa, hustling the patrons in buying drinks and performing a few private lap dances. Sheila hated the way the guys slobbered over her, greasy, uncouth social rejects, although they repeatedly voiced their opinion on her beauty, after a while she felt as nasty as them.
Rico appreciated the cash he made off Sheila, the alcohol she talked the losers into buying, his commission from her lap dances - 10%, later on telling Marco that it was a bonus having her on stage, but it was a Friday night.
“I wish your woman could show up on a Tuesday or Wednesday, those are slow days, and only the worse assholes come into the place. Even the waitresses hate them.”
Rico went on describing the filthy outcasts who hung out at the club, even he had to admit they soured the mood of the place.
“You never can tell”, Marco grinned, “It’s that bad, huh?”
Rico nodded, Marco tore the cigarette away from his lips, “I’ll have Sasha show up Wednesday, I’ll say you need the help.”
__________