“Is that a problem?” she asks, her voice silky as she speaks through the receiver.
“No, I’ll find one,” I answer, hanging up. I haven’t stolen a car in a while. I’d be lying through my teeth if I said stealing cars was not one of the biggest rushes of my life. The feeling of being caught at any moment, and the luxury your ass is sitting in when you’re going 100 mph. My heart is slamming against my chest in excitement just thinking about it.
I look over and see Lip staring at me with a huge grin on his face.
“What?”
“I want in brother,” Lip remarks, nodding.
“No,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I work alone,” I inform, watching my phone.
“I know where to find a Lamborghini,” he show tunes, reaching over the counter, and swiping my beer.
“You and Cherry are perfect for each other. You’re both a pain in the ass,” I sneer, making Lip laugh. “Fine,” I reply exasperated, grabbing my beer from his hands.
“The Ivory Gentlemen’s Club is full of those arrogant fuckers driving nice ass cars, with fly-ass women hanging off them. Not sure how you are going to get the car being as busy as it is though,” Lip informs, shrugging. I smile and take a sip of my beer.
“I’ll figure out a way. I always do,” I smile wolfishly.
***
Lip parks his car in a garage around the back and follows me. I head toward the back of the gentlemen’s club, smiling at everyone who walks past.
“What the fuck is the plan, man?” Lip whispers, jogging to keep up with me.
“Shut up and follow me,” I whisper back.
We make our way through the kitchen, nobody even noticing we are in the damn place, even after Lip steals a fry off someone’s tray in passing. We travel to the back of the club until we come across the employee lounge. I slowly step in, making sure it’s empty before continuing in. I notice a TV in the corner and gray lockers along a wall, stickers slapped on a few of them. I start opening lockers and searching through the coat racks.
“What are you looking for?” Lip asks, opening a locker beside me.
“A valet jacket,” I mutter, opening another locker.
“Like this?” Lip asks, holding out a red velvet jacket.
“Perfect,” I whisper, grabbing it from his hands.
“There’s two in here,” he mutters, grabbing the other one.
I slide the velvet jacket onto my shoulders, the fit very snug.
“You look ridiculous,” Lip laughs.
“It’ll work,” I state, pulling at the fabric bunching tightly around my biceps.
Lip pulls on his jacket, and shuts the locker. “Now what?” he asks, adjusting the collar.
“We find us a Lambo and hope it’s black,” I mutter, heading out of the lounge.
“Hey, Mike is going on break,” a guy in a matching red jacket says, entering the room, mistaking us for working here.
“Yeah, we’re on it,” Lip responds, not missing a beat.
We head down the hall, finding a steel door with a sign reading Valet.
“Could they make it any easier,” Lip chuckles, opening the door.
We walk out, finding a tall brown-headed kid standing behind a podium.
“We’ll take over, Mike,” I inform, slapping him on the shoulder.
“Thank God, I gotta piss,” he groans, running toward the door.
“Go find me a Lambo,” I instruct Lip, as I open the box on the wall full of keys.
“We got a little problem,” Lip sputters, his voice high pitched. I close the box and eye him quizzically.
“Cameras,” Lip remarks, pointing to a camera in the corner of the garage.
“Fuck,” I whisper, eyeing the beady camera pointing in the opposite direction of us, a small golf cart sitting under it. I shrug the valet jacket off, and stride toward it. I climb on top of the golf cart, ducking my head so the camera doesn’t catch a glimpse of my face, and throw the jacket over it.
“You better find us a car fast; they are going to notice this pretty fucking quick,” I inform, jumping off the cart. With that, Lip sprints down the garage, and I head back to the keys.
A few seconds later, Lip is running back toward me.
“I found one, and it’s black or at least it looks black,” Lip yells, huffing out of breath.
“Lot number!” I yell, knowing our time is running out.
“Lot 41A,” he pants. My hands grab the keys and run. I follow Lip, passing some high-end cars along the way, before he stops right in front of a sleek black Lambo.
“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” I whisper, trailing my hand along her body.
“Holy shit,” Lip mutters, eyeing the detail.
“I have a hard-on,” I laugh, unlocking the car.
“Me too. Me too, brother,” Lip chuckles.
I slide into the seat; its luxury overwhelming me. The seats are black with red stitched in the middle, and the dashboard and console lined in chrome.
Lip slides in with me, his eyes devouring the beauty of the craftsmanship .
“What now?” Lip asks, looking at me for direction.
I take my eyes away from the buttons and knobs, and look at Lip with a wolfish grin across my face.