.......Specifically?" "Bluntly?......Dance naked, play with yourself in front of them on the stage and then go down and play with THEM.......any way they want you to and for as long as they want you to.......until four thirty or five in the morning....maybe longer......but just on Saturday Nights....Sunday Mornings," he replied almost non-shalantly and with virtually no expression on his face or in his eyes. "The first "private party".... a very SPECIAL ONE........for some of my 'BUSINESS PARTNERS'.........is.......TONIGHT", he stated....."if you want the money, you have to start tonight, Linda!" And,...having put the cards on the table for her to play with and choose from, he got up and started for the door without another word said between them. Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her first set and even during the time in between the first and the second sets. She thought about John's 'proposition' the whole time and honestly couldn't see any way in the world she could turn him down. She'd asked him for the money. She was the one who had started the whole thing, not him. Now, she reckoned, she was either going to have to shit or get off the damn pot......PERIOD. Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny, especially) and had earned her living hooking her way across the country from coast to coast. She'd been gone over a year and had, quite honestly, enjoyed the freedom for the first eight months until she got wrapped up with her 'problem,' again, down in San Diego, California, after which her mind hadn't been either free or made many reasonable decisions in her behalf..... |