Evita's Tale

Vee

My thoughts keep me busy as Harold drives me to work. I think of my shift tonight and how I would talk to Black. Vee will do her last shows, plus I know Sophie, one of the girls who has been part of the club for a few years, will be fit to take my place. I can't believe that I am going to be quiet. It feels like days ago when I walked into that club, young as I was knowing that I would find myself in the darkest of places and, I did, but for my Mama, I did it all and more.

Fighting the memories of my years, I'd rather not think of, I continue my day, happier than I have been in months, and years. Could I be finding a place in what I have with Angel and Celeste? I mean I understand the unusual relationship we established but I find it comforting and self-building. For myself, not just sexually but mentally and emotionally in the short time I have been around him.

I go visit Mama, but when I get there, she is fast asleep. According to Jemma, she had been asleep the entire day, and her condition was just getting worse. Her cognition was fading and her body wasn't doing any better. I had to start feeding her on some days that I would visit. Having to calm her down when she would get into a fit. I could feel her slipping away.

"I know it's hard Evita, but you being here, it's good for her." I nod, whipping my tear from my cheek. "I know it just seems like every day I lose more of her." Bringing me into a hug, I felt the emotions that I was facing. At this rate, my Mama would become the body of the woman who gave me all I cherish. Pulling away, I look at the time and remember that I have to speak to Black. "Thank you for being around, I don't know what I would have done without you helping me with her."

She shakes her head, the curls in her fading copper-red hair showing the vibrance of once being a deep redhead in her youth. Wiping away my tear, she gives me a soft squeeze of my arms. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Don't worry okay." Nodding, I thank her before saying goodbye. I know that my mama is sick, but the reality of it is sinking in and, I don't know how to deal with the inevitability that one day I will get a call telling me that she is not with me anymore.

I need to get a grip on my emotions if I was to make it through my conversation with Black in a bit. Harold, like always is outside the hospital ready to drive me to the club "Good day Miss." I smile at him as he opens the door "Good afternoon Harold. I like the yellow." I say, pointing at the yellow tie he has chosen today. He gets into the car chucking. "My wife felt I needed to be brighter." I have a light conversation with Harold as he complains about today's traffic. The snow had stopped, but it was still cold, so there were cars on the streets.

When we reach the club, I thank him for stepping out as he opens the door "Miss, I will be here after your shifts as per Sir's request." Of course, he would have Harold drop me off as well. I agree, thanking him before walking into the club. When I get in, I am greeted by the stuffy air of smoke, liquor, and sex of the club, the girls on the stage working the main area. Some sat on the laps of those with big pockets, ready to make their month's rent.

Others walk in front of their clients, going upstairs to make money off their bodies, but who is shamed in that situation. The girls get their money after they fuck and moans they practised, or the men leave satisfied with their desires and getting their dicks wet. It's just business.

I go to Black's office, but before I reach, I see the door open and it takes only a few seconds for me to see the familiar Samoan man. Short-cut hair and now a bandage on his nose. I didn't think I broke it. I guess I hit harder than I thought. What I was not expecting was a cast on his arm as well, I know I didn't do that. As drunk as he was, he must have fallen rough on his arm, plus his size falling on his arm would cause that.