Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Clancy is a stand-up guy. People hire limo drivers named Clancy. You have twenty drivers in your stable now… Your fucking business is called Clancy Carriages…. Hudson is that dumb ass guy in that Aliens movie.”
Clancy is on my birth certificate, and I’ve always hated it for a variety of reasons. I got nicknamed Hudson after my first stint at Hudson Correctional when I was nineteen. I took a second trip back to that hellhole a few years later, and after that the name just stuck.
“Go have fun. I’ll meet the crew in the morning. A person could get lost in that fucking house already and you’re renovating the kitchen and adding an addition? Anyway, doesn’t matter. I gotta go and you gotta get back to your wife.” I’m ready to apologize to Wilson and tell him I need to get out of here because this place is depressing as fuck.
Jackson laughs, and my mood starts to lift as I decide it’s time to go. “She says hi. From her knees…”
“Oh, fuck off,” I bark, as I see Wilson heading my way from the back hallway.
“Tell Wilson I said good luck on the new titty adventure. Strip clubs gotta be a pain in the ass to run, and really, who needs more than two tits? Two hands, two tits, it’s a perfect balance.” I hear Chastity’s voice in the background saying something about him not even thinking about any other tits, and to keep his eyes where they belong, which makes my dick twitch thinking about the only fucking tits I’d like to have my eyes on right now.
But I’m an asshole, and I let her get away…
“Goodbye,” I say and click off ready to head to the door.
“Did you see that?” Wilson steps between me and the condom machine that hangs on the back wall by the men’s room. It’s made to look like an old-school slot machine. You put in your money, you pull the handle, it blinks and makes an obnoxious dinging sound, and out drops your ten-dollar condom.
I spin my glass of ice water on the tabletop, taking a sip and washing away the last of the whiskey flavor before telling Wilson I’m on my way out the door.
“See what?” I answer, glancing toward the stage where a redhead in a cowgirl outfit drops her g-string, then flings herself onto the chrome pole, climbing it like the stage is about to go up in flames.
Wilson points toward the entry where a bouncer is collecting cover fees and checking ID’s.
My head is pounding in time to the music and all I want to do is go back downtown to stalk that abandoned house and see if I can find the girl. And this time, I’m not driving away without her.
“See that guy coming in?” Wilson nods toward the group coming in. “He’s here every night with those girls, or others that look just like them. They could be Kensie, for God’s sake.”
Kensie is his niece, step-niece actually, but by all accounts, he’s been her father.
He’s dedicated himself to her for the last eleven years.
He and I have been friends since high school. We went different directions for a while. He went to college and I went to the penitentiary, but we’ve always been there for each other.
“You sure they’re 18?” I ask, shaking my head.
He shrugs. “I’m told they check all the girls who dance. At the door, I’m not a hundred percent sure. I have no fucking idea how this place runs, man. I’m a fucking engineer for Christ Sake, why did my fucking brother leave this place to me?”
I nod, not my problem but yeah, he’s out of his element for sure.
I’ve not actually been with a woman for a few years. I’ve been on the wrong side of a few cheating exes and watched the way my mother played men for whatever she could get. In the end, with my own relationships, although I was pissed that my trust was broken, every time the end has come, I’ve only felt relief.
And who the fuck cares if I’m thirty-five and single?
But I don’t want to be single anymore… I want to find that girl and secure her into my life, by any means necessary.
Fuck. I’m losing it.
What the fuck was a prize like her doing in that shitty part of town for starters? Then, what was she doing clearly breaking into a house that was not fit to be occupied?
Wilson shoots me a smile as the DJ’s voice cuts through the Usher song that’s come on.
“Aaaaaaaand now it’s time for the real fun to begin! All you thick thigh, jiggly ass lovers…it’s the official start of Chubby Chaser’s night, and you all are in for a banger tonight!”
The urge to go out to the car for another stress relief session takes me by the balls. But it’s more thinking she’s out there somewhere. Maybe in that house, alone. Rage hits me like a bat to the side of my head when the music ramps up.