Good Vibes

Chapter 8

I thought that jumping in a pool with all my clothes on was crazy, but what I was doing now beat it all. Little and big sacks of weed were tucked on the side of my waist, poking out of the yellow belly dancing skirt. Golden coins dangled near my belly button and hips, it's cold surface hitting against my legs as I walked into the stage. An auburn haired girl that I had met backstage called Jinx had just finished her song, which meant it was my cue. Lighting the blunt I had previously removed from my bra before changing, I smoked it as the ass-shaking music started. I stared off at the flashing neon lights and listened to the music, pretending I was alone in my apartment listening to 50 Cent. Swaying my hips, I tried to copy the moves of a belly dancer to the rhythm of the music, Jinx following along with her own sexy version of how a geisha would dance on a pole. I got closer to the end of the stage where the whistling men were, holding out an ounce and watching as different men held up large stacks of cash. Geisha kept them busy with her moves while I focused on giving each man the most accurate amount I had with the amount they were giving. By the time I'd made it all around the stage, the song finished and I followed Jinx back to the dressing rooms, tossing the end of my blunt in the trash.

"Thanks for helping me out, I hope I didn't ruin your rep with my freak dancing," I said, genuinely thankful for her help as I took half of the stack of bills I made and handed it to her. She automatically shook her head and pushed it back at me, "You need as much as you can get, baby, and it's no problem. You were great sweetie," she smiled at me, flashing her pearly whites. Her dark burgundy hair was pulled up and her grey eyes were focused on me. Jinx was dressed in a short black kimono with red flowers that exposed her long and slender legs. She was tall yet thin for a woman in her early thirties.

She was right about that, I'd counted the money and come up with four grand. I'd sold the entire pound too, so I was screwed if it wasn't enough. "Well, I appreciate everything, Jinx."

"I hope you win, we need good girls like you," she stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. "Good luck sweetie. I have to go change because I'm on the stage again, but come and visit when you're older," Jinx winked at me before she went into her dressing room with a new costume in hand.

I grinned and watched the door close before I grabbed my jeans and hoodie to change as well. When I got back to the bar, Sebastian was nowhere in sight but Nate had approached me with leering look. Before he had a chance to most likely say a sexist comment, I cut him off. "I only made four grand," I said as I secretively handed him the fold of hundred, fifty, twenty, and ten-dollar bills.

Nate took the money and stuffed it in his pocket before looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "Doesn't matter. I sent everyone else home," his lips twitched and I swore I saw a distinct smile.

"Why?" shock was evident in my tone.

"Because I've found myself Babar's new cannabis dealer," he smiled, more to himself it seemed than at me.

"Babar's?"

"It's the name of our black market for marijuana. Santoni refers to us as his tigers," Nate explained rather quickly, like he wanted to be talking about something else.

His dismissive tone made me miss Sebastian and I averted my eyes to the crowd of men, scanning them until scrutinizing blue eyes locked with me at the direction of where the entrance of the stage was. The way he looked at me sent chills and I knew I would never want to get on Sebastian Davidson's bad side.

"You were great out there," an unfamiliar voice said from my other side and I turned to see a smiling forty-year-old man with a ring of black hair around his baldhead.