she was candid, but she needed questions answered, and this might be her only chance to ask them. There was no guarantee they would be allowed into ‘The Club’ again.
Roxanne chuckled, “Don’t worry, if he wanted you dead, you’d already be at an undisclosed location begging for your life—and the lives of your families. Enjoy your drinks and just let one of the girls know if you need anything. Table dances are free, too,” she winked and then turned and walked away, looking majestic as every eye in the place watched. The waitress would find her and bring her drink to her. It was evident she was royalty, but her down to earth demeanor made her give the illusion she was approachable. Anyone who really knew Roxanne Ramirez knew you only approached her on her terms, or you paid the consequences. She was a woman who could fight her own battles, and any battle she couldn't fight would be finished by her husband.
Judy waited until she knew Roxanne was out of earshot, “I like her.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” the waitress smiled, her teeth a perfectly etched porcelain veneer job of a top of the line dentist, no doubt. Every woman in the place was perfect. They came in all shapes and sizes but had one thing in common: they were the best they could possibly be. They had been trained in expounding on what mother nature gave them, their manners were impeccable, and they could wrench the last dollar from the stingiest of customers. These women were the best of the best when it came to professional dancers. Everyone who was anyone wanted to work here. To be hired here meant you were a special breed.
Judy had almost forgotten what she said by the time Page responded, “She’s been trained to make you like her. Antonio Wayne is going to use her to find out about the blog. I like her too, but I don’t trust her. Did you see how nonchalant she was about saying we would already be in an undisclosed location?”
“I’m going to play the devil’s advocate here. The things you’re writing about directly affect the cartel. A man was killed on a job you were supposed to go on, Page. Don’t think for a minute the Ramirez brothers don’t know that. Have you ever thought the FBI could be watching you too? I’ve heard rumors there are a couple of agents who keep a close eye on the Colombian cartel as well as the Bratva brigades. You’re walking a tightrope.”
“I know, but it’s the only way I know to live my life.”
****
“Are you going to corner me in my dressing room all night, or did you have a question, Tony.”
“You’re such a fucking liar, Roxanne.”
Roxanne let out a breath of exasperation and rolled her eyes at her husband. “What are you talking about?”
Antonio Wayne repeated every word she said verbatim: “I’ve learned to pick and choose the questions I ask him whenever my curiosity is piqued if you know what I mean. I have no idea why he did it.”
“Though your eidetic memory amazes me, what was I supposed to say? ‘We braid each other’s hair every night, and he tells me all his deep, dark, secrets.’”
Her breath hitched when he gently placed one hand around her throat.
“Uh, huh, I can see the fear flowing through your jugular. It’s jumping beneath that fair, soft skin of yours. Sit on the chair. Now!”
“Tony, please. It’s going to get my dress wrinkled.”
He unzipped the back of her dress and slipped it over her heels. She gently stepped out of it, and he hung it on a hook.
“Excuses, excuses. So many excuses.”
She sat down and looked up at him.
“I want to watch you play with yourself. Will you touch your pussy for me? I’m asking nicely. You wouldn’t want to see me get nasty about things, would you? Roxanne?”
Roxanne ran her tongue over her teeth, looking at him, trying to gauge his mood. There was always a double-meaning—a double entendre in his words: nasty as in hot nasty—nasty as in temper nasty?
He stood looking down over her as he smoothed his hand back and forth over his cock through his pants.
She swallowed hard and licked her bottom lip as she watched him pull her drug of choice from his trousers.
He stroked its length staring at her. “Take those panties off like a good girl. Spread your legs. That’s it, baby. I like these bras that unhook