“I’m sorry. I just assumed you knew when you said Nero had told you I worked for Dante. I was a cocktail waitress in his underground casino.” She didn’t particularly want to tell her the next part. “Down there, girls have to dress in lingerie.”
“All he told me was you worked for Dante and he had to work every day for the next month to keep Vincent from killing people, making it seem like the hardest job on the planet. He didn’t mention anything about being surrounded by girls or lingerie or being half-naked.”
Lake got even madder seeing Elle’s pain. Nero obviously kept that a secret from her for a reason, the same way Vincent was eager to get back to work when she had wanted him to stay and play.
“Fuck them. They are assholes.”
“So, he’s just standing down there watching girls in thongs?” Elle was still trying to comprehend what her boyfriend was calling work. “That’s so unfair. He made me quit the diner because he didn’t like it when I poured guys coffee!”
She didn’t want to tell her what they were doing in their thongs.
“Vincent got pissed when he found out I was working down there, but he doesn’t give a shit that I don’t like him working there. I have a reason to be upset. One’s practically obsessed with him and refuses to cover her tits!”
Elle gasped. “He’s dead!”
Lake looked at Elle, wanting to even the playing field. “You wanna go have some fun?”
*
“Bitch, say what?” Sadie picked up her long curls off her neck and quickly put them in a bun.
Vincent had thought it was fair to warn Sadie that Kim was done, but he hadn’t expected Sadie to go after her. He followed behind her as she ran off to one of the rooms in the back.
“Oh, shit! Bitch about to get pimp-slapped!” Amo said enthusiastically as he followed behind Vincent.
“I ain’t fucking missing this.” Nero was right behind him.
I wanted to—he watched Sadie practically kick the door in. Never mind, this is better.
Sadie grabbed the back of Kim’s fake blonde hair, yanking her away from her knees as she was giving a very round, older man a blow job. She pulled her away so hard and quick the man screamed, grabbing his junk then running out of there.
Kim raised her arms above her head, trying to grab on to the hands that were pulling her hair. “Owww!”
Sadie yanked harder, sliding her across the floor and finally pulling out a handful of extensions. “What did you say to Lake, you fucking little whore?!”
Kim’s eyes started to water. “Nothi—”
“Wrong answer, bitch!” Sadie started shoving her blonde extensions in her mouth.
Holy fuck. Vincent felt like he was watching some show on the Discovery Channel where one female killed another in the wild.
Amo and Nero’s faces resembled his gaping mouth and unable-to-even-blink eyes as Kim started choking on her own hair.
Sadie kept forcing it in until the long, blonde hair disappeared.
“It wasn’t enough that I demoted you down to the slutty cum girl, was it?” She forced Kim’s mouth closed, holding it shut and making Kim gag. “I can’t fucking hear you over all the choking you’ll be doing behind trashcans.”
As soon as Sadie let her mouth go, Kim coughed out most of the hair and continued gagging as she cried, trying to get the rest out.
Vincent liked choking people, finding it satisfying, but Sadie took it to another level. Hearing her awful gagging stilled his anger, finding peacefulness in the violence. He didn’t feel bad for the bitch in the slightest, knowing she had said cruel words to Lake and made her run away from him without a word.
Amo slapped the back of his hand. “Pimp-slap, please!”
“A fucking hard one,” Vincent agreed.
Nero held up his hand. “Wait for it…”
Sadie kicked Kim’s boob with her stripper heel. “Get up, bitch, before I pop that implant with my heel.”
Kim tried to stand while still choking, her wails not making it easier for her to stop. Finally, she was able to manage, holding her throat.
Sadie stared at her a moment before she reeled her hand back and slapped Kim across the face with the back of her hand, giving her one final blow, which made her fall back down to the ground.
“Bitch!”
Amo started slowly clapping, giving her his applause and appreciation. “Pimp-slapping goddess.”
“Second greatest bitch takedown I’ve seen.” Nero applauded.
Vincent started praying, Dear Father, thank you for bitches slapping bitches.
*
Lake pulled her black dress down a bit. She was happy Elle had told her Nero kept a key for Vincent’s place in case of an emergency. This is an emergency.
She had put on the black dress Vincent had kept for months, not wanting to touch the new ones he had bought. Elle wore one of her many sexy, white tight dresses that Lake didn’t think she needed to accumulate one more of.
Elle didn’t want to open the door. “Are you sure we should do this? Vincent told me not to let you leave, and Nero will—”
She put her hand on her hip. “You know there are poles down there, right?”