Crusty croc (Crusty Swaggs #2)(Legend of Aunt Jacob)

7: Origin of Pepe

Aunt Jacobs pov

I start getting ready for work (at the strip club)
Putting on my potato wedges party platform shoes, my disco track suit and my sombrero.
I peak around the corner.
Gerard just finishing his performance.
Of corse he kills it. The usual.
Now it's time for my show.
I walk out on stage and start twerking.
Someone in the crowd starts throwing glitter and yelling "Work it smoochy!"
I look down. It's Jaida.
Fucking knew it.
Skip to later....

I do one last big twerk for the crowd and collect my cash. Which is a lot.
Besides Gerard, I am the best stripper in the business.
I walk back in my changing room baby table. And change back into my regular clothes. (Which consists of my jogging pants, a camo cardigan and a bucket hat)
I walk over to the bar. And G makes me a sannnwich.
Some guy walks on stage and removes the pole. They only do that when someone's playing.
A bunch of teens walk on stage.
One with a trombone, one with a harmonica and one with a kazoo.
The kazoo kid turns around. It's Pepe!
This must be his rock band.
Some announcer guy walks on stage and introduces them. "This is their first gig so be nice. Give a hand too: Burning Frenches Dip!!!"
The crowd starts clapping.
I notice there's another kid in the back with a keyboard when he plays the G note.
Oh god. The better not play Welcome to the Black Parade or I'm completely disowning Pepe.
To my surprise its not MCR. Wow.
They start playing some crap song I've never herd of.
Everyone else in the band sucks ass, except Pepe. My kazoo kid is killing it.
The song is over and Pepe jumps off stage. Not even noticing me.
"Pepe!"
He comes walking over to me at the bar. "Hey Jacob. Why are you here?"
"I work here."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah that's how I got all that money."
"Oh. So you're a stripper?"
"Yep. Tru."
"Well that's good I guess."
"You were really good up there."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. But your band mates suck ass."
"Lol. Tru. Well I think I better be getting home."
"Bye loser."
Pepe's band mates grab all there shit and leave.
"Aunt Jacob! It's time for your next performance."
"Ok I'll be there in a sec."
I gulp down the rest of my Mountain Dew and walk my changing room.
Switching it up with some cowboy boots, a gas mask, and a tutu.
I walk out on stage. Deciding to do the Macarena this time.
Jaidas gone. Thank god.
Some poofy haired man In the crowd starts throwing money at me.
Like a lot of money. I also notice he's got a blunt. Nice.
As I Finnish up my performance and grab my money, the guy sends me a wink. I walk off stage, not even bothering to change, and straight to the man.
"Hey bb"
"Oi"
"You were good up there."
I blush "Thanks"
"No prob smoochy"
"Eh you wanna get out of here?"
"Yeah"
We walk out side hand in hand to his techno golf convertible.
He leads me to the passenger seat. He gets in and drives us to Taco Bell.
"So are you like emo or something?"
"Yea. Recovering emo"
"Oh sad. I saw you talking to that frog earlier. What going on with that?"
"Ye. That's my son."
"Ur son! But you look so young."
"I was 14 when he was born."
"That sucks. Who's the father?"
"Shrek." I take another bite of my Doritos taco.
"Shrek!! Like Shrek the ogre?!"
"Yep."
"I'm surprised I haven't herd of you before. So what happened."
"We broke up when Pepe was a baby. He was abusive."
"That's tragic."
"I guess."

To be continued....