Fast Cars And Topless Bars

The rush of the first encounter was still fresh on my mind. I was ready to go back out there and try it again, but there were "trees to kill," the expression used around the office for the massive amounts of paper used to report and chronicle the events that had just transpired. JR guided me through the paperwork of documenting the evidence and the money I had spent. Tedious documentation that would re-surface within the next few months. The cases were being secretly indicted. The crooks thought they had gotten away with another one. For all they knew, "Tony" had money to spend and they had crack to sell. The CI's were already calling, wanting us to come back. They wanted to be paid for the buy, plus, they had earned a bonus for introducing me into the mix.

JR put the informants off until the next day, telling them, and me,"We gotta go drink some beer." "Beer?", I asked. "At 10:30AM!" "Not now, Precious! At noon!"

The lieutenant (LT) came over and congratulated me for getting through my first, abrupt obstacle. "I guess you can stay... Precious." (Dammit! - Why had I blurted out THAT name?) LT handed me a set of car keys, "There's a red Corvette around the corner. Go wash it then come back and pick me up. I'll get you some more money." When I got back, JR and Thunder were sitting in Thunder's BMW and LT was standing beside them. "Let's go spank some asses." "Cool," I thought, "We must be going to kick some doors and arrest somebody."

JR, Thunder and LT had been working undercover in a "mid-level" topless bar. Not one of the newer, ritzier establishments, but not one the seediest dives either. Hanging out, drinking with the dancers, and the obligatory table dance was all part of maintaining the cover story. (I won't go into Myths and Public Perception just yet) It appeared that JR and the guys were pretty popular in the bar. The girls flocked to us as soon as we sat down at one of the VIP tables. It had been about 10 years since I had been in a topless bar, and I seemed to remember going at night. Day-time titty bars? This was all new to me. GONE were the huge, star shaped pasties, and the long, stringy tassels that I remembered from way back when. GONE were the soft, pudgy, stretch-marked mammas. These girls were damn near Victoria's Secret candidates: "NISSANS," Hard Bodies... To borrow a quote from a popular commercial at the time.

"Poison" slithered up to me and asked if she could sit down but all the chairs were taken. I stood up to get a chair, Poison pushed me back down. JR, still watching me like a hawk, laughed and almost shot beer out through his nose, "In your lap! Precious!" Poison sat across my lap, started to rock slowly, back and forth, then side to side, rolling her bottom across my thighs, rearranging the stuff in my pockets... rearranging my stuff. The sweet, heavy, scent of her cologne permeated my nostrils... my hair, and my clothes. Her long, silky, black hair draped across my shoulders. "What's your name?" "Tony," I said. (Damn - That was easy) "Hold me, Tony. Your job is to not let me fall," she said, as she took my left arm and placed it around her bare hips. "Job? What job? I'm gettin paid for this?" Poison leaned into me, pulled my face toward hers with her right hand, softly kissed my ear and whispered, "You sure have pretty white teeth." (I suddenly had a flashback of JR wrenching my neck in a headlock just a few hours ago in that roach infested apartment) "You must like what you see... You've been smiling ever since you walked in." I leaned back, looked Poison over from head to toe, realizing how fitting and appropriate her stage name was. "Must be the black-lights," I said. But what I was really thinking was,(Please don't try to sell me any dope - Cause I'm gonna hate sending you to prison.)