CHAPTER ELEVEN
FOUR NIGHTS LATER, Connie and Dee entered the Dazzle 9 gentleman’s club in downtown Baltimore.
Perfect 10 women of different races with huge breasts and giant asses stood on individual platforms, shaking their moneymakers to Bruno Mars’ “24-7 Magic” under blue and green neon lights.
“A shame.” Dee observed the hooting men who threw twenty-dollar bills into the air. “Wasting all this money.”
“Girl, that’s a fifty.” Connie got the bill off the floor and stuffed it into her pants.
Dee gasped. “Connie.”
“What?” She wiggled her shoulders to the music. “I can shake what I got too.”
Dee grinned. “You’re stealing that bill.”
“I didn’t see anyone’s name on it.”
They approached the crowded bar.
“Hello.” The bald, black bartender smiled wide, showing off his diamond grill. “W
