I frantically text The Great and Back Door Bitch to come meet me at the bar, as the cab driver slowly pulls into the tiny valet lot in front of Jumbo’s Clown Room.
The place is small, no bigger than a 7-11, and the tiny building has JUMBO’S flashing in a neon sign atop a flat brick wall with nothing but a small door indicating that it’s not a warehouse for sex trading (although it very well may still be at this point).
Don’t get me wrong, I have no issue being at bars by myself (I’m able to meet more Hollywood eclectics that way).
No…I’m more so concerned about me being by myself when Boss Man shows up.
I already freeze in a stunned state of arousal/fear every time I’m around him at work, now I have to be around him in my DTF state?
Recipe for a firing (or promotion?…na not my style).
I cringe in the backseat of the cab as I picture it:
Just the two of us at the stripper bar by ourselves…me belligerently putting alcohol into my system to keep from having a panic attack and desperately wanting him to do push-ups against my subordinate succumbing ass while grunting, “Yeah you like how I crush this little Asian puss?!?!!” and other filthy obscenities about how I’m beneath him and now beneath him, as I scream and whine back in return, “Yeah fuck me like the hookers you pay for!”
OH GOOD LORD I WOULD TOTALLY SAY THAT!
I fan my face and clutch my vagina in the back seat.
I text The Great and BDB again: HURRY!!!!!!
“That’ll be five dollars ma’am!” I hear as the taxi driver snaps me out of my trance.
I hand him a 10 asking him for two singles back. Then I stuff those two bad boys into my strapless hot pink bra with the full intent to stuff them into a stripper’s hot pink pussy by the end of the night (only the most WORTHIEST of strippers of course!)
I get out of the cab and make my way into Jumbo’s, a large 6’3 tubby bald guy bearing the entry way.
Taking my license, he looks me up and down then moves to the side.
“Have fun tonight Miss Jayla,” he winks at me.
Walking past him, I let him know “Don’t worry buddy…I’ll have SOMETHIN by the end of tonight” as the sound of my leather boots on concrete now give way to the sound of “Pour Some Sugar On Me” blasting from inside.
This is gonna be an interesting night.