by Deja Voss
I kick my feet up on my desk, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers. Now that the casino is getting ready to open, I’m scrambling to put together a security team and it’s not looking pretty so far. Most of my applicants have rap sheets longer than my dad’s, and while they might make great prospects for the MC, Lean explicitly told me everybody who works here needs to be squeaky clean.
I’m beginning to think we bit off a little bit more than we could chew with this project, but I know once we get up, operating, and show the state and city we’re a legit operation, things will start getting easier and the cash will start flowing in.
“Look at your woman out there rocking the pencil skirt,” Lazarus says, pointing at the security camera. “I almost like that better than the stuff I imagine her wearing when I touch myself at night.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? There’s a hundred million bitches on this planet you can rub one off to. Why do you have to be this way?”
“Because it irritates the shit out of you.”
“Yeah, well, as soon as we get married, you better knock that shit off.” Jewel and I didn’t wait to get engaged. As soon as I moved in with her, we knew neither one of us were going anywhere ever again. The wedding situation is a whole different story, though. We both agreed we needed to wait until Mani and Lean officially tied the knot out of respect, but those two keep shooting out babies like a fucking t-shirt gun at a Pirate’s game, and Mani doesn’t want to be pregnant in her wedding dress, so we had to put our plans on the back burner.
We both decided if they can’t get their shit straight by the time we’re about to open this place up, we’ll just go to the JP and do it on the down low.
“Dude, you know I love married women,” he says, raising his eyebrows.
I clench my fist and he puts his hands in the air.
“Maybe I won’t have to stare at your old lady’s ass too much longer, anyway. Looks like she’s got some fresh meat coming in.”
Lean decided to put Jewel in charge of the bar at the casino, and as much as I’m struggling to find good candidates to run security, she’s having the exact opposite problem. It seems like everybody in town who knows how to open a beer is chomping at the bit for a job. I’m sure part of it is knowing the money is going to be great, but I know a lot of it has to do with the fact that everybody wants to work for Jewel. She has that special something everybody wants to be around.
I saw it in her the first day I met her. She has that magic touch, that magic hug, just like my mom, only I’m not intimidated by it. I’m honored I get to spend every day of my life in her presence.
“You better keep your stink off this fresh meat, Laz. These girls aren’t like the club girls.”
“Oh, trust me, I can turn any girl into a club girl.”
I cringe but I know he’s right. Laz has that bad boy bullshit swagger down to a science.
A woman walks in and sits down at one of the high top tables. She’s thin as a rail and has bright red hair that goes all the way down to her ass. Her arm is covered in an intricate tattoo, some sort of tropical colorful bird. She looks rough around the edges, but Jewel sits down across from her and the two start talking like old friends.
Lazarus gets suspiciously quiet. This girl looks right up his alley, and I wonder why he’s not out there bench pressing kegs or doing his usual peacock shit.
“She’s gotta go,” Laz says. “Go out there and tell Jewel right now, she can’t hire her.”
“What’s wrong, Laz? Is she like your stalker or something? Are there little illegitimate Lazaruses running around looking for their daddy?”
“Tell her!” he shouts.
“Man, I can’t tell that woman shit, and you know it.”
He paces back and forth in the office, lighting up one cigarette after another.
“Are you gonna tell me who she is or not?” I ask.
Before he can answer, Jewel appears in the doorway, smiling from ear to ear.
“I think I just found a perfect day shift bartender,” she says.
Lazarus punches his fist into the wall and storms off, slamming the door behind him.
“What the hell is the matter with him?” she asks.
“What the hell isn’t the matter with him?” I pull her in for a kiss and she slides into my lap, rocking back and forth on the spinning chair, as I run my fingers through her long raven hair.
“I’m just glad you swooped in and saved me from his constant harassment.”
“Trust me, he still harasses you. In his mind,” I say with a laugh. “But I’m glad I’m good for something.”
“Oh, you’re good for a lot of things, babe. And not just chicken noodle soup.”
She pulls me in for a long kiss, her hand traveling up my thigh and she grins and raises her eyebrows as she grazes my cock.
I grab the stack of papers off my desk and throw them on the ground, laying her flat on her back. She squeals with laughter, wrapping her legs around me. I can’t keep my hands off this girl, even though we spend pretty much every waking hour together.
She can’t keep her hands off me, either.
Lazarus called it. We’re a couple of weirdos.
“You gotta play your flute for me first,” she says with a wink.
“You really do want that fine ass spanked, don’t you? I’ll give you a flute to play.”
If I’ve learned anything from Jewel at all, it’s that no matter how weird or fucked up or alienated or lonely you are, there’s somebody out there willing to make you feel like you belong in this world. No matter how long you have to live under pressure, there’s something bigger and better waiting on the other side.
Jewel’s the one who broke me wide open and let me shine.
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THE END
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