Let me tell you a story. A story about lust. A story about the flesh. Some people resist better than others. Some people are less lustful than others. Lust is of course, one of the seven deadly sins. We are all born in original sin. But for some, at some part of their lives, lust of the body was part of their destiny. I say that because this is how Daisy and myself reconnected... at a strip club. Lillian, one of the girls that guys went crazy for in high school... is a bartender... in a strip club. My cousin works at the same strip club.
Now, I suffer from this. Very much so. I have met downright beautiful women in my pubescent life, just gorgeous. Some were wholesome and some were borderline freaky girls. As the immortal Rae Sremmurd song said: "I ain’t got no type, bad bitches is only thing that I like.” I say this because after we fucked, Daisy said to me:
"Don't worry, I got a plan, Daddy."
That plan did not include me hiding in her closet while talking to her boss. I had flashbacks to "Trapped In The Closet" now. I listened intently. I saw a Daisy, nude, open the door.
“Hey, Charlie. You got my cut?" I said.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling.
"Cause I couldn't help but hear you fucking your man... He did pay up, did he?"
She curled her lips into a smile. I got a good look at him. I knew who he was. I stared at him coldly. I stayed quiet though. She showed the wad of cash.
"Oh, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. Sometimes I love your ass, you know that? These other bitches don't know that but... you're Big Man's favorite for a reason," Daisy (Charlie) looked at him, referring to him in the third person. "Now throw that fucking ass in a circle."
She shook her nude ass cutely at her boss. He slapped it. He walked away saying:
"Damn..."
Luckily that was the end of the conversation for now. I peeked out and said:
"Is it safe?"
"Yeah," she said. "Big Man is tripping sometimes."
"Sometimes? I got something to say here. One, you let him tap the booty. Two, he basically called you his bottom bitch. Three, he thinks he's a pimp, which he's not. Four... we went to school with him! And five... I remember him. His name is Milo."
"Yeah... but you know my story. I had no choice but to strip. I'm not going to be here forever," Daisy said.
"I know, but... I think I got an idea."
Myself, Milo, my best friend Bruce, and Daisy had Spanish class together in high school. The one thing that I remember about Milo is that he is all about the dollar bill. I saw Milo all around campus selling stuff, and eventually Daisy was an "employee" of his. Now years later, she strips for him. But I have an idea. It may be so farfetched, that it may work.
"Daisy, does Milo slap all the dancers asses like that?"
"Yeah, why? He got a player's mindset."
"Had a feeling he did. If there's one thing I remember about him... he loves money and women. How would you like it if we and perhaps a few partners owned this place? Treat the girls like they're supposed to be treated. Hire more bartenders. Hell, get Lance more help," I said.
"All that sounds good, but money..."
"This is where you come in, my dear. You're his favorite. Do your magic as only you can," I said.
I looked at her in the eyes.
"Are you sure this is going to work?"