Chapter Eighteen
It was as typical a club as any, darkness, well-placed lights, loud music, and beautiful people everywhere. I noticed a stairway leading up, a couple of them in fact off either end of the dance floor. There were sitting areas up there set slightly back, I didn’t look too closely, and I certainly didn’t establish eye contact with anyone. The place was quite busy, that I might go unnoticed. I wanted to have some fun tonight.
Standing at the bar I realized I had no purse, no cash, nothing.
“What can I get you?” Asked an immediately attentive, very busty, fishnet topped blond girl.
“Can you tell me if there is a tab for John Evans?”
“Of course, doll, what’s your name?”
“Ramona.”
“Top of the list doll, you can have Anything.” She raised her brow suggestively, causing me
