As soon as she was out of the way, Peppermint walked up to the table with Wet and they began removing their clothes. Marcus did a double take, and started to say something, but Peppermint put her titties in his face.
“The lady at the bar paid for this,” she whispered, gently pushing Marcus back in his chair.
He looked over at Carmen, she waved, and he waved quickly and returned his attention to the entertainment before him. Carmen shook her head and got another dancer to bring Marcus his drink. He tipped her and she danced for a while then moved on. Carmen rejoined Marcus at the table and she watched him. Surprised at how much she was enjoying watching his body movement as he consumed Peppermint and Wet, with his eyes. When the dancers dressed and moved on, Marcus leaned close to Carmen.
“Thank you, Carmen.”
“You look like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I'm a bit of a voyeur,” Marcus admitted.
“I always wanted to see what goes on in these places,” Carmen told him.
“What do you think?”
“Well, it wasn't what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I expected it to be, you know, wild with men screaming and hollering and grabbing women as they walked by. Which they are. And I expected it to stink.”
“Stink?”
“Yep, I just knew it was gonna be stink up in here.”
“So do you see Porsche Temple any where?” Marcus asked Carmen.
“I forgot to tell you, Peppermint said that she's got two young girls dancing here in the afternoon, but they're gone. So you wanna try Goosebumps now?”
“Let’s go,” Marcus said and followed Carmen out of the club. On the way downtown, Carmen turned up the music and started dancing. “What do you think, Marcus? You think I could be a dancer?”
Marcus ran his tongue over his lips. “Carmen, if you danced there, all the women would hate you, because you'd be making all the money. But if you really want to know, I know some spots that have amateur night. “
“Sorry pal, wrong sister. In one of her letters she's describing for Robert Pettibone how she would come to his apartment in a trench coat with lingerie under it and dance for him and his friends for his birthday.”
“Nice present. You wouldn't do that for a man, Carmen?”
“For my man.” Carmen swayed from side to side with the music. “If I were in love with him.” She flirted, looking into his eyes. “I'd do anything he wanted. But not for all his boys.”
“That's good to know.”
“Why is that?”
“I'd like to think of you as a private dancer.”
“An extraordinary private dancer.”
“Are you really?”
“You know I'm a very good dancer.”
“Yeah, I saw how you were moving last night.”
“I've taken ballet, tap, African, and modern dance. I was even part of a small dance troop in New York,” Carmen said as they pulled into the parking lot at Goosebumps. Marcus came around and opened the car door for Carmen. “Thank you, Marcus. Oooh, there she is going in the club now.”
Once they were inside the club, Carmen looked around for Porsche Temple while Marcus found himself a good seat. Wondering if Carmen was going to send him some more dancers. Carmen found Porsche sitting at the bar.
“Porsche!”