Chapter
6
It's 8:30 and the club is already starting to get packed.
I'm sitting at the bar taking everything in. I'm glad I hired Mina, she's
really good. Her personality is upbeat and positive. Plus, she knows how to
handle the guys who try to hit on her. But the thing I like best about her is
that she left her cell phone at home!
Let me explain something about some of Stacy's friends.
They're pretty good workers, to a point. A few of them have this annoying habit
of taking out their cell phones and calling their agents whenever they have
some down time. A customer could be waiting to order drinks and their waitress
is standing by the bar networking.
Which is what Kelly is doing at this very moment. She's
standing at the other end of the bar with her back to me. She thinks she's
being discreet, but she's not. I walk over to her and tap her shoulder. She
turns around, startled.
"Hang up," I tell her calmly. She holds up one
finger, suggesting that I wait a minute and then turns back around. I walk
around her so that I'm facing her again and take the cell from her.
"Kelly's busy now, she'll call you later," I say
into the receiver. I press the release button and look at her. She's standing
with her hand held out. I smile at her.
"I don't think so," I say, smiling. I hand the
cell to the bartender.
"She'll pick this up at the end of her shift," I
tell him.
"But that was important!" Kelly whines.
"Kelly, you've been warned twice now. Don't even think
about going behind that bar to get your phone back. After all, you have rent to
pay, don't you?"
"Sorry, Howie," she said and went back to work.
It's not that I liked being mean to them. But if I let them
walk all over me, there goes my business. As much as I hate to admit it,
Stacy's friends are a big part of what keeps this place going.
I go into the back room to wait for Pollyanna and Stacy.
Tamika and Kris are working that room tonight, so I asked them to let me know
when they get here. I fold my arms on the table and put my head down. A sharp
fingernail jabs my shoulder. I look up and see Stacy.
She really went all out. She had on a black, midriff-baring
top and black low-slung pants. The straps of her red thong were visible. A
silver chain ran through her navel ring around her waist and her hair was
pulled up into a high ponytail. She looked gorgeous and I felt guilty for
tricking her.
It wasn't a trick, exactly. I reall did plan to celebrate,
later. But first things first.
"Hey!" she said sitting down next to me and
giving me a hug. "What have you got planned?"
"Well, first we have to wait for my sister," I
started to explain.
"Your sister?" she interjected, looking at me
like I'm crazy.
"Well, yea, there's something I have to talk to you
two about." Just then, Pollyanna came into the room.
"Okay, so let's start this," she said, sitting on
my other side.
"Pollyanna, Howie says he has something to tell us. Do
you have any idea what it is?" Stacy asked my sister.
"Actually, I do. See, Howie's being stalked," she
said.
"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm being
stalked..."
"Ooh, Howie's being stalked by a crazed female
fan!" Stacy giggled.
"No," said Pollyanna, "he's being stalked by
Jaime Ortega."
"Why?" Stacy asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"Well, we didn't want to tell you at first, but on
Sunday we ran into him. He was waiting outside Brian and Leighanne's church
after the christening." I began.
"He chased us down the freeway, but we lost him before
we got to my place," continued Pollyanna. "I got scared so I asked
Howie to spend the night, which meant breaking his date with you."
"But why couldn't you just tell me that was the
reason?" Stacy asked.
"Because you make a big deal out of everything,
Stacy," said Pollyanna, rolling her eyes.
"I do not make a big deal out of everything!"
Stacy huffed.
"You're doing it right now!" snapped Pollyanna.
"Anyway," I interjected, "it turned out that
Jaime wasn't after my sister, he was after me. Somehow he got my cell phone
number and somehow he knew I was with you last night. Today I got a message on
my phone at home from him saying that I ruined his life." Pollyanna and
Stacy stared at me.
"You didn't tell me he called you at home,"
Pollyanna said.
"This was after I left your place," I said.
"I don't get it, how did you ruin his life?" Stacy
asked.
"I didn't, he's just bitter because he's been
blacklisted in the industry. Who better to take out your frustrations on than
someone who's successful." I said. I didn't mean to brag, but I am more
successful than Jaime will ever be. That's because I don't screw people over to
get things done.
"Why don't you call the police?" Stacy said.
"Because, so far, he hasn't made any threats. Besides,
we had so much fun busting him the last time and I'm feeling a bit
nostalgic," I said, winking at her.
Stacy and Pollyanna laughed.
"So, Howie, what's your plan for revenge?" asked
Pollyanna.
"Well, that's why I called this little meeting. I
can't think of anything and I would appreciate some help."
"You came to the right girls," said Stacy,
looking at Pollyanna. They gave each other a high five.
"Howie!" said a voice inside the doorway. I
looked up and saw Tamika.
"There's some guy outside causing trouble," she
said.
"Well, can't Greg and Hector take care of it? They're
the bouncers," I said.
"Hector says it's the guy you banned." I should
have known it would be Jaime. I had given Greg and Hector a description of
Jaime and told them not to let him in if he came.
"Excuse me, ladies," I told my sister and my
girlfriend. I got up and walked with Tamika toward the entrance. I always felt
funny standing or walking next to Tamika because she was about six feet tall.
When we got to the entrance, two huge, beefy guys, Hector
and Greg, obstructed my view of the outside. I tapped Greg on the shoulder and
he moved. Sure enough, Jaime was standing in the midst of a crowd acting the
fool.
"Howie, tell these pendejos that we go way back!"
"We do go way back, Jaime. Back to a place I don't
ever wanna be again."
"What do we do with him?" asked Hector.
"Whatever you want, I don't care. As long as I get to
watch," I said, sneering at Jaime.
The bouncers each grabbed an arm and they carried Jamie
through the parking lot and out to the sidewalk. By this time, Pollyanna and
Stacy had joined the crowd outside. We all watched as Jaime was thrown down
onto the sidewalk.
The bouncers turned around and headed back just as Jaime
got up and was running behind them. He was shouting something but I couldn't
make out what it was.
The bouncers ignored him and he ran smack into them falling
flat on his back. The bouncers turned back around, looked at him for a second
and walked the rest of the way back. The crowd erupted into a fit of laughter.
I just stood there and smiled.
I went back inside with Pollyanna, Stacy and Tamika. Jaime
was off my back, for now.
In the back room, Stacy, Pollyanna and I couldn't stop
laughing. We had a few drinks and talked some more.
"So, do you think he learned his lesson yet?"
asked Stacy.
"I hope so, but I doubt it," I said. The three of
us sat around talking about what we could do to beat him at his own game.
Around midnight, Pollyanna got up to leave. She was showing
the last empty unit in her building tomorrow. I gave her a hug goodbye and
promised to let her know if anything exciting happened.
That left me alone with Stacy. I don't get this chance very
often and it made me feel pretty good. She picked up on my signals and asked if
we could go to her place.
"Sounds good," I said.
"The place won't fall apart if you're gone, will
it?" she asked.
"Nah, these guys are pretty good at keeping things
under control. Besides, Jesse's harder on the cell phone abusers than I
am." Stacy laughed. Jesse was my bartender. By the end of each night, he
usually had about six cell phones behind the bar.
We passed the bar on our way out, just as Jessie was
confiscating Cheryl's cell.
"I'm leaving, you know what to do," I told Jesse.
He nodded as he put Cheryl's phone behind the bar.
"Pick this up at the end of your shift," he told
her.
"Night Howie, night Stacy," Cheryl said. She
didn't seem to miss her phone too much.
We said goodbye to some of the other girls and went
outside. Greg walked us to my car.
When we pulled up into Stacy's driveway and got out of the
car, I looked across the street. Jaime's car was there.
"That's it, I'm going over there and confronting
him," I told Stacy, "you stay here."
"No, I'm coming with you," she said.
"Suit yourself," I said and we walked across the
street to Jaime's car. He stepped out when he saw us coming.
Then someone got out on the passenger side. It was Nicole.
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