SugarFree. [Part 4]

“Aye man, aye…Vince! Ain’t that your girl over there?” Dante elbows Vincent in his ribs spilling vodka and cranberry juice on Vincent’s jeans. Vincent stands to his feet wiping the seat of his pants with napkins trying his best to conceal his anger.

“Damn man, why do you always have be so sloppy when you drink and who are you talking about?” Vincent sighs at his friend’s laughter and takes his seat. Dante is stomping his feet and pointing in the direction of the stage where Sugar is dancing and Vincent’s eyes follow.

“Your ass was in the bathroom and damn near missed the whole show dog. It was crazy. She got these big ass titties, she was twirling around on the pole…well, she wasn’t that good on the pole but, man she got down on the floor and did that thang, yes sir! Go ahead and get you a lap dance.” Dante slams his glass down and motions the waitress over to his table for another drink.

“You know that’s not what we’re here for and you need to slow down on those drinks.” Dante brushes him off and turns in his chair to give the waitress his order. Vincent watches Babygirl slide into a secluded room with one of the patrons.

“Sugar...”

Sugar makes her way down the steps leading away from the stage still trembling nervously with legs that are so weak that they may give way at any moment. Carrying her clothing in front of her, she held money she collected pressed against her chest, bills scatter to the ground beneath her and Chanel stops her in her tracks.

“Yeah?” Sugar replies harshly waiting for a rude remark.

Chanel bends over and grabs the loose bills and hands them to her and says, “You dropped something.”

Sugar looks puzzled and realizes there are countless dollar bills surrounding her on the floor. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you so much, I-“

Sugar takes the bills from her hand and gets down on her knees to pick up a few strays. Chanel squats down with her and cuts her off.

“You didn’t see it. Uh huh…Yeah well you better pay attention around here. Somebody coulda’ got you real quick slim. You weren’t half bad on stage, I was surprised.”

“Forreal? Well, when me and my sister were young, we used to go to a performing arts school and dance was our forte’. My sister turned out to be a better dancer than me though. She did ballet…”

Sugar stops herself from rambling on wishing she had kept her mouth closed. She didn’t understand why Chanel was being so nice to her all of a sudden. Sugar bundles her money onto her garter belt and ties it with the rubber band she was wearing on her wrist. The ladies stand to their feet.

“Check this out, a lot of the ladies usually get dressed in one of the rooms up here instead of walking down all of those long flights of stairs. See that room over there?” Chanel points to the dark room in the corner directly across from the stages entrance.

“Yeah.”

“You can step up in there and get dressed and come right back out and get that money girl. Don’t say I ain’t neva’ helped you out around here.” Chanel says smiling. “Folks try to give me a bad reputation.”

“Thank you Chanel.”

“No problem, Oh and by the way…I’m lovin’ those shoes.” Chanel glares down at her feet and turns on her heels and walks away.

Sugar makes her way for the room where private dances are normally held. As she pushes through the hanging beads the cool air swirls around her body and kisses her skin receiving her with comfort. Breaking through the darkness she holds her hands out until she feels a chair and a small leather couch. She places her shoes and dollar bills down in the chair next to her. As she stumbles around she balances herself with one hand against the wall to remove her shoes and hears movement in the distance. The room feels rather large. With her eyes squinted tightly, she notices a dim light around a corner. As she turns the corner, her eyes grow larger as her chest becomes heavy and goose bumps move up her arms.

“Who the hell is that?” says the startled man who accompanied Babygirl to the back room.

Sugar watches Babygirl’s head rotate and dance between the legs of the Asian man as its submerged deep into his lap. Her lips are covering his penis as she stops suddenly and slowly looks up to notice Sugar standing in front of them. Sugar turns quickly practically running through the room to gather her belongings and makes her way back onto the main floor of Club Moet. Still undressed and now barefoot, she notices the handsome gentleman from the parking lot staring at her and belts through the double doors, down the stairs and into the dressing room.