12-01-2020, 11:25 PM
The vintage Monte Carlo rumbles into the parking lot. It was empty. But it was only half past nine
in the morning.
The Pink Daisy. A middle of the road strip club sitting on the edge of the city. On a good night that
sign would be lit up and inside there'd be girls from 18 - 30 on stage doing what it took to get those
worthless humps in the crowd to throw as many dirty dollars at them as possible. Factory workers
to college boys, it was a full menu and those girls didn't discriminate. If you had that green paper
then you'd get a smile, a wink and maybe even a lap-dance. But that required a slightly more
substantial investment. It wasn't the Taj Mahal but it served its purpose.
"We havin' tiddies fuh breakfast?" Geno asked.
Bobby looks over smiling. "Come on limp-dick, let's break your cherry!"
They get out and Bobby walks to the trunk to retrieve a wooden baseball bat. Geno's eyes widen and
they walk around back. Bobby beats on the door. Seconds later, it opens.
"Good morning Stanley!" Bobby says grinning widely.
They disappear inside.
"Bobby I swear I was gonna call you! Tonight!" the older man groveled.
"In the office!" Bobby said coldly.
They all go into Stanley's office and Bobby motions to Geno to close the door.
"Lock it!" Bobby demanded.
Geno didn't like this. Thirty seconds in and it was already feeling dangerous.
"I swear Bobby, I was! I'd never duck you!!" came the cries from the short, fat balding club owner.
"An entire fuckin' week Stanley!"
"My kid broke his leg at football practice, it's been a whole thing wit him!"
Bobby backhands the man and he tumbles onto his desk.
"I'm sorry, Bobby please! I'm sorry!"
Geno looks on in disbelief. He'd never seen this side of his friend before.
"You owe me two fuckin' grand in vig alone you fat fuck!"
The man whimpers as he pushes himself off his desk.
"I just need a little more time is all, please! I would never make a fool out of you Bobby!"
"That's just it Stan, you already have!" Bobby says as he twirls that bat.
Bobby takes the gun from the small of his back and hands it to his friend.
"Hold this." he says as Geno stands like a deer in the headlights.
"Now you and ya kid can exchange war stories!" he said as he clacked that Louisville Slugger
off Stanley's left kneecap. The man howled in pain. Bobby rinsed and repeated a few times.
"Jesus Bobby, stop!" Geno cried.
Bobby turned smiling. "You want in on dis?"
Geno was mortified. "Fuck NO!"
Bobby handed him the bat and connected a few solid punches across Stanley's face.
"What do you got for me today Stanley??" Bobby asked between blows.
The older man stuttered a few unintelligible words when Bobby stopped the assault.
"Speak up cocksucka!"
"I got a grand in my top drawer! Take it! All of it!"
Bobby walked around the desk and found his partial payment. By this time the man was seated on
a chair crying into his hands.
"I'll be back Friday. Please don't disappoint me."
Bobby moves towards Geno and holds his hand out for his gun. Geno passes it to him and he returns
it to its hiding place. He walks to the door, unlocks and opens it.
"Come on, we got three more to hit and I'm already hungry."
What just happened? Geno's head was spinning and he didn't even get the bat. His stomach was in
knots and he didn't know how to process all of this. He followed Bobby out of the club and back into
the parking lot. Carrying that bat made him feel dirty, low-down. This couldn't be his life now.
Those magic tricks suddenly didn't seem so bad.
in the morning.
The Pink Daisy. A middle of the road strip club sitting on the edge of the city. On a good night that
sign would be lit up and inside there'd be girls from 18 - 30 on stage doing what it took to get those
worthless humps in the crowd to throw as many dirty dollars at them as possible. Factory workers
to college boys, it was a full menu and those girls didn't discriminate. If you had that green paper
then you'd get a smile, a wink and maybe even a lap-dance. But that required a slightly more
substantial investment. It wasn't the Taj Mahal but it served its purpose.
"We havin' tiddies fuh breakfast?" Geno asked.
Bobby looks over smiling. "Come on limp-dick, let's break your cherry!"
They get out and Bobby walks to the trunk to retrieve a wooden baseball bat. Geno's eyes widen and
they walk around back. Bobby beats on the door. Seconds later, it opens.
"Good morning Stanley!" Bobby says grinning widely.
They disappear inside.
"Bobby I swear I was gonna call you! Tonight!" the older man groveled.
"In the office!" Bobby said coldly.
They all go into Stanley's office and Bobby motions to Geno to close the door.
"Lock it!" Bobby demanded.
Geno didn't like this. Thirty seconds in and it was already feeling dangerous.
"I swear Bobby, I was! I'd never duck you!!" came the cries from the short, fat balding club owner.
"An entire fuckin' week Stanley!"
"My kid broke his leg at football practice, it's been a whole thing wit him!"
Bobby backhands the man and he tumbles onto his desk.
"I'm sorry, Bobby please! I'm sorry!"
Geno looks on in disbelief. He'd never seen this side of his friend before.
"You owe me two fuckin' grand in vig alone you fat fuck!"
The man whimpers as he pushes himself off his desk.
"I just need a little more time is all, please! I would never make a fool out of you Bobby!"
"That's just it Stan, you already have!" Bobby says as he twirls that bat.
Bobby takes the gun from the small of his back and hands it to his friend.
"Hold this." he says as Geno stands like a deer in the headlights.
"Now you and ya kid can exchange war stories!" he said as he clacked that Louisville Slugger
off Stanley's left kneecap. The man howled in pain. Bobby rinsed and repeated a few times.
"Jesus Bobby, stop!" Geno cried.
Bobby turned smiling. "You want in on dis?"
Geno was mortified. "Fuck NO!"
Bobby handed him the bat and connected a few solid punches across Stanley's face.
"What do you got for me today Stanley??" Bobby asked between blows.
The older man stuttered a few unintelligible words when Bobby stopped the assault.
"Speak up cocksucka!"
"I got a grand in my top drawer! Take it! All of it!"
Bobby walked around the desk and found his partial payment. By this time the man was seated on
a chair crying into his hands.
"I'll be back Friday. Please don't disappoint me."
Bobby moves towards Geno and holds his hand out for his gun. Geno passes it to him and he returns
it to its hiding place. He walks to the door, unlocks and opens it.
"Come on, we got three more to hit and I'm already hungry."
What just happened? Geno's head was spinning and he didn't even get the bat. His stomach was in
knots and he didn't know how to process all of this. He followed Bobby out of the club and back into
the parking lot. Carrying that bat made him feel dirty, low-down. This couldn't be his life now.
Those magic tricks suddenly didn't seem so bad.
