Chapter 9
Commando
King and I walked into The Pussycats and immediately, the smoke surrounded us in a haze. The music wasn’t too loud but it thumped and the floor was shaking underneath my feet. King and I looked around for Slade as we walked past the stages that were set up all around the lounge. Shiny poles and naked women with fake tits draped around them.
They moved their bodies expertly, their hips gyrating and their tits bouncing as they slid and danced to the music. They were good at what they did. I knew it from first hand experience of banging most of these girls. They got around a lot but their pussies were still tight and they knew exactly how to move their hips.
The place was dark and lit with only fluorescent pink and purple lights. We hadn’t found Slade yet but we were sure he would be there somewhere. We passed couches and booths where men were sprawled, some in groups with these bitches all over them. If you came loaded with a wad of cash, you could get these girls to do practically anything you wanted.
On any other night, I would have admired the bubble butts and the puffy nipples and tiny waists, tonight though, all I could think about was the way Ava had quivered when I first touched her pussy. How she had reluctantly allowed my tongue to slide down her throat. How sweet she tasted and how my fingers still smelt of her.
“There he is,” King snapped me out of my thoughts and I saw Slade now, sitting on an oversized purple couch with a nearly naked girl on his lap. He beamed and cheered when he saw us walking towards him, and took a long drag of his joint. The smell got stronger when we got closer to him, and from the glazed over look in his eyes; I could tell that he had been smoking up for a while. Slade was high.
“My brothers are here!” Slade threw his arms open and offered the joint to King and me, and we both declined. We were trying to get a job done, which meant that we needed to stay sober. At least for most part.
The girl slithered over Slade, sticking her ass up in the air with her sequined pink thong digging in the crack of her ass. Her enormous fake tits hung over Slade’s face as he looked at us. His hand slid up and down her bare back while she moved to the trance-tune in the background. She had glitter allover her skin, silver and gold, to match the makeup that was lathered over her face. She turned her head sideways and I saw the look of invitation in her eyes.
I would have snatched her from Slade. On any other night, it would have been my face she was hanging her tits over, my hands sticking bills into her thong, but I felt nothing tonight. She was doing nothing for me. Which sucked. Ava had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.
“What’s going on?” I asked Slade, focusing on him again and ignoring his overtly happy greetings. He was just high and I had no patience for him. I just wanted to get the information from him and get out of this place.
“I just won at poker, brother,” he said and held up a hand holding a few hundred dollar bills.
“Congratulations,” King said in a grim impatient voice, while Slade took another drag of the weed, coughing slightly when he let the smoke out of his lungs. The girl leaned in and licked the side of his face, as though to comfort him.
“Who were you playing?” I asked him, aware that we’d have to dig the information out of him now. He was in no mood to work.
“With two guys from The Chaos Hunters,” Slade said and King and I exchanged looks. They weren’t exactly a rival gang, but they associated with The Black Skulls.
“Those motherfuckers are recruiting, The Black Skulls I mean,” Slade said, suddenly growing serious, and the girl on his lap reached for his crotch. I leaned over, grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her off Slade. She stumbled off, squealing and then giggling as she walked away from us.
“You need to tell us exactly what you heard, Slade. Concentrate,” King said and Slade took in a deep breath.
“Okay, okay. The guys said that The Black Skulls are recruiting, picking up street kids again and training them,” he said. King and I exchanged looks again.
“Training them for what?” I asked and Slade ran a hand through his hair, like he was nervous about telling us this next part.
“What did they say?” King coaxed him again.
“They’ve got some underground fight ring going on. Gambling and taking bets on the fights,” Slade told us and I stepped away from him and clenched my jaw.
“And they’re using kids for this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Slade.
“That’s what those guys said. It’s second hand smoke but it’s something. You told us to keep an eye out,” Slade said and King stepped forward to thump him on his back.
“Good work, man,” he told him and Slade seemed pleased.
King and I turned and started walking towards the exit. When I looked over at him, he seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t staying. We were at a strip club, and I wasn’t banging a chick. It wasn’t often that happened.
“I think we should check out this fight ring,” I said, trying to distract King from asking me questions about why I wasn’t interested in all the naked tits around me.
“We need to run it by Elwood first though, don’t we?” King said as we stepped out into the night again.
“Yeah,” I replied, my mind already wandering to what Ava might be doing.