Krissi hobbled out into the main room of the clubhouse, the public area, as it were. This was where the men hung out, where the club whores picked up whoever they were sleeping with that night, where the men drank, played pool, and watched the club ass dance for their entertainment. There would be times when the stripping was kept to a minimum, and wives and kids might be around. That all happened here in this room. This morning, though, it looked much like her dad’s clubhouse had on the few times she’d stopped by before noon. There was a guy passed out on an old sofa in the corner, a nearly naked woman sprawled on the floor beside him. She assumed the woman hadn’t started the night on the floor, but she might have. One never knew. The tables were scattered with empty beer bottles and dirt
