Goin' Gets Tough - Tough Gets Growing

Poison had her cigarette case and a small coin purse in her hand when I returned to the table. She had slipped into an over-sized, pale blue, men's business shirt - crisply starched - sleeves neatly folded up above the wrist. She looked damn sexy. Stunning - strangely enough, even "more" with clothes on. "Going somewhere," I asked. "Yeah - outside to the payphone. I'm calling Terry." Poison's eagerness for an ass-kickin' hadn't subsided while I was gone talking to Thunder and JR. "Let's go then." Decision made. I didn't look for JR's "glance of approval" this time. I was on my own now.

Poison and I made it about halfway across the room when she suddenly stopped. "Oh! This is one of my favorite songs!" Poison set her stuff down on an empty table in a dimly lit corner and turned a chair facing outward. "Sit down - I gotta dance for you to this song." "I Wanna Sex You Up" had just started playing. Poison shed the over-sized shirt and caught the beat in mid-stride. "Lean and Mean" barely describes the flawless composition of muscle and flesh gyrating just inches from my own. Poison leaned closer with each stanza; draping her hair across my face - shielding me from the other patrons. Poison's breathing grew slightly heavier as the song played through. I fought the urge to stare at any one particular region - so many attributes to evaluate. "I want you, Tony - I want you to f*** me tonite..." Poisons eyes locked into mine. I tried to win the "contest" by not looking away. "Oh girl... If you only KNEW - I'm gonna f*** you alright, but neither one of us is going to enjoy one bit - mainly, YOU..." "You liked that didn't you?," Poison smiled as she slipped back into her shirt. "It was... alright I guess." Poison flirtatiously slugged me in the stomach, "Just 'alright'... by the looks of 'things' I'd say you liked it ALOT!"

We walked out of the bar and headed to the payphone. I looked up and spotted Goliath watching us from his lime-green Taurus. "Dammit! This bitch is setting a trap!" I subconsciously slowed my pace as I peripherally kept watch on Goliath's vehicle. Poison quickly walked ahead a couple of steps; it almost seemed as if she was trying to create some distance between us - a "safe" separation. Images of John Dillinger and the Lady in Red walking out of the Biograph Theatre quickly played through my mind. Goliath's door opened and I watched the behemoth start unfolding from the driver's seat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She's doin' me." Poison looked back over her shoulder and saw that I had almost stopped walking. BITCH! I'm killing you first! "You still having trouble walking, Tony?" Poison stopped and struck a pose, popping her "trademark butt" out a tad, while she waited for me to catch up. "Did I dance a little bit TOO good for you?," Poison smuggly laughed. I never answered her question; I watched Goliath walk into the bar." Poison wasn't a traitor. It wasn't a set-up. She wasn't a bitch. Nevertheless, she was about to step off the edge.

"Hey; What are you doin?" Poison pressed her forefinger to her lips signalling me to be quiet. I listened while Poison "sold me" to Terry; lying to him about how long I'd been coming to the bar, how everyone there knew me, and the usual crap to make him commit. She pulled me tightly into her side and whispered in my ear, "How many do you want, baby?," not wanting to let Terry know I was right there with her. Poison's eyes took on a provacative stare; gleaming a naughty look at me as Terry babbled on the other end. "BABY? Shit! - That's gonna leave a mark... " I closed and opened my hand twice; "Five - Five". "Bring at least twenty; he'll take ten and Candy will take the others." Poison hung up on Terry. "Done! Let's go back in." "Just like that?," I asked, " No 'Bye' - 'I love you' or anything?" "Nope. I don't love him, so why should I say it? "Well, you should have told him to kiss your ass, then." Poison took my face in her hands and held it so I couldn't turn away - like a mom holds her kid when she's about to make a serious "point". "YOU can kiss my ass - We both know you want to."