Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 87

"What do you mean?" Carmela asked, downing another shot. "How?"

"There are many jobs right here in this club." Rosa gestured around them.

"Yeah, but Rosa I need something thats fast and also pays well. A bartender is great and all but--"

"I'm not talking about a bartender."

"Then what're you talking about?"

"Come with me, Carmela." Rosa said, her red lips curved into a perfect smile.

"Where?" Carmela was really confused, but intrigued. She glanced at Hosi who just shrugged.

"I'm going to show you the job. It pays very well and you can even start today, right at this very moment."

"Huh?" Carmela leapt off of the stool. She grabbed Hosi's hand. "Where is it!"

Rosa chuckled. "As I said, come with me."

The woman tapped the shoulder of another bartender, before stepping out from behind the bartop.

"This way." Rosa smiled as she passed them and began walking towards the loud dancing crowd.

Hosi and Carmela looked at eachother. Hosi scratched the back of his neck.

"Should we--"

"Yes defintely." Carmela nodded.

"Okay." He shrugged as she pulled him by the hand, and caught up to Rosa.

She weaved through the crowd with such ease and privilege. Everyone parted a little path for her and she tapped the ones that weren't looking, on the shoulder. Then she glanced behind at Carmela dragging along Hosi, with a smile.

"Come on!" She signalled for them to hurry up.

"Hosi move that fat ass of yours!" Carmela harshly yanked Hosi, making him crash into a bunch of people.

"If my ass is fat then yours must be the size of--"

Carmela tightened her fingers around his hand, squeezing her nails into his skin.

"Ow! Fuck, Carmela!" He groaned. "Fine!"

His long legs immediatly quickened, and he suddenly pulled Carmela along behind him instead.

"Hosi--" Carmela struggled to keep up with his pulled pace as she dodged drunken people.

"Hm, what was that?" He called over his shoulder.

"Hosi, slow down--"

"Rosa, do you hear a fly buzzing?"

"Ughhh!"

"There it goes again." Hosi laughed.

But he slowed down and Carmela finally regained her balance. She yanked her hand out of Hosi's grasp and massaged it, but right after she punched him in the gut of course.

Rosa had come to a crowded stop, hands on her curvey hips. Carmela couldn't close her hanging jaw as she looked up at what the crowd was gathered around.

There was a round spinning stage in the middle of the club, where a dozen almost naked girls and boys were positioned around. They hung and danced against poles while some held glowing hoses and sprayed them over the thirsty crowd below them.

"Rosa--" Hosi stuttered as he gazed up at the dancing strippers.

"Here we are, Carmela." Rosa turned around and smiled, batting her lashes.

Carmela just stared, her mind racing. Her jaw was still hanging open, and she didn't even notice it when Rosa snapped her fingers in front of her face.