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Looking over my shoulder, I can’t help but wonder what Fynn has gotten us into. We’ve been together ever since he and I were sold at the same auction, watching each other’s backs, keeping Umbri satisfied, and our bellies full. I don’t know where this thing with the girl is headed, but I’ll keep the other guys in line and Umbri off our backs.
“Hey, let’s see if we can get some pigeons. There was a silver fox I wouldn’t mind spending some time with.” I wiggle my eyebrows at Jax, making him laugh.
“You can have him. I want a pigeon with jubblies and naggie, not a spouter.” Sawyr says as he pushes the door open. The DJ switches to an upbeat song and the four of us start to work the floor.
I slowly make my way over to the silver fox I had noticed while performing earlier, but Clarissa is motioning me over to where she’s standing by the bar with Mr. and Ms. Sleazy. I make my way over to her, swiveling and thrusting my hips to the giggles and sighs of the patrons as I pass.
Arms above my head, I hip-check Clarissa like one of the old-time movies that still circulate once in a while. I only watch it for the sexy dance instructor that’s in it, though I do wonder what a watermelon is.
“Hey there, Sistah! Need something?” I play the ditzy, queer gigolo to the hilt. It has gotten me out of some sticky situations in the past.
“Tobis, this woman is missin’ her puhse. They thought a dancah been dancin’ over there before they left. Could you be a deauh and check with the guys?” Clarissa’s accent and speech are more exaggerated than normal, signaling that something is wrong. As if that isn’t obvious by what the two are wearing and what Fynn had told me.
“Shure, sugah. I’ll be back in one sparkly minute.” I sashay through the tables, wiggling my hips and keeping to the beat. Even when on an errand, we stay in character when on the floor. Pushing through the door, I wiggle one more time for effect as the door shuts behind me, then stand straight and walk normally to our dressing room.
“Hey, Fynn. We have a problem. Mr. and Ms. Sleazy are out there and asking about a purse. We might have stepped into a bit more muck than you bargained for.”
“Tell them no one saw anything.” He looks down at the woman passed out on the couch and I can barely hear him say, “Who are you and what do they want with you?”
I would like to know as well. At least now we know to watch our backs until she’s out of our lives. It’s not like there’s a police force or anything we can go to for help. Xistrosie is the perfect playground for criminals. There are only two laws here, anything goes except for murder and if you save someone’s life then you are owed a life debt. Of course, if you go sideways on someone, you will end up in the auctions, as we all did many years ago.
“I’ll try to get rid of them. Hopefully, she wakes soon so that we can get her back to wherever she belongs.” I look one more time at Fynn and the woman, shaking my head. Fynn and his gentle heart will one day get us into something we can’t get out of.
Walking back to the floor, I square my shoulders and put a smile worthy of the Mistuh Universe title on my face and step out the door. The current beat has some steel drums and tropical flair to it, so arms stretched out on either side of me I start to dance, shaking my chest as if I had a set of maracas to shake. My silver fox is still seated at his table, his eyes following me, so I make my way towards his table, making sure to move in such a way that he gets a glimpse of sparkle dick in a silent promise that I will be back after I see the sleazeballs. And yes, I really do call it that and even have a special makeup to apply for shows.
“Sugah,” I salsa up to Clarissa and the sleazy couple. “The guys are busy and Fynn’s feeling peckish, but I checked and there’s no purse in the back.” I turn to the couple. “You musta left it somewhere else.”
The man scowls at me, “You sure? That purse is worth plenty to us.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Trust me, I have plenty of purses that I would hate to lose. Why I have one that I found in me dear gram’s closet after she passed. Such a gorgeous th—”
Sleazy interrupts me as he pushes past, stomping towards Clarissa’s section to search the tables.
“Harry,” Ms. Universe wannabe calls, and I have to hold back a snigger. “Don’t make a scene. Maybe I left it in the room. You know how forgetful I am.” She turns to look at me with an insincere smile, “I swear I would forget my head if it weren’t screwed on.”
“Well, I sure do hope you find it. Now I have to go swizzle a little more tonight.” I finger wave at them, turning to make my way back to the silver fox.