She thought it was just another night at The Pink Flamingo on Wip it up Wednesday #wipitup

From Book With No Name - which still doesn't have a title -- Erika is owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand and it's just another night at the club or so she thought.



Erik stood near the back and watched as Shangri–Lay played the crowd, flirting and laughing. When the next act was announced, three drag queens strutted across the stage, sporting large hair and long silver sequined gowns. The Diana Ross and the Supremes routine. Erik rubbed her neck. Cher would be next. Then probably Madonna. No. Brian wasn't here tonight. His night off. In an unusual for him move, he'd crawled into her office, on his knees, in a drag queen's overly dramatic way, begging for a Thursday night off. Something about someone named Alonzo. Great. Brian has a date. Alonzo has a date. Most of the people here are on dates. Why can't I get a date?She shifted her focus and checked the servers and bartenders. Everything seemed to be flowing along like any other Thursday night. The real craziness would be Saturday or so Rumors had it… and Rumors was never wrong. That's how he lived, by supplying information to the right ears at the right moment. And Rumors said a battleship was coming in to dock. She rubbed her forehead. Or some big military ship with lots of boys with money in their pockets and a horny cock in their pants, looking for a good time.Erik grinned, thinking about the potential sales, Thai New Year, sex-seeking tourists and a big ship in port. Some would come for the drinks and show. Some would come to cum. Pink Flamingo could supply which ever they wanted. This was, strictly speaking, a drag queen club, but everyone knew many of the performers supplemented their incomes and numerous patrons were working girls. A good time was easy to buy in Bangkok.A shrill screech to her right made Erik turn in time to watch the contents of a drink fly over a table and land on a red, infuriated face. The owner of the face bolted up and threw herself across the table. Erik recognized both as local prostitutes. Bitch fight. Never a good thing.Mumbling an apology as she pushed several people aside, Erik hurried to the fight."He's mine, you fuckin' bitch. You suck him one more time and I'll—" The neon orange wigged girl grabbed the other by the hair."Ah." The other screeched as her bright red wig was ripped from her head. She reached out with lacquered claws and slashed at her attacker's face.Erik reached the neon wigged girl as Puii, the bouncer, grabbed the other. Separating them was like trying to pull Velcro apart.Puii picked his fighter up and hoisted her over his shoulder. The man could lift a truck. Erik yelped as an elbow smashed into her chin. Crap, she'd grabbed the bigger and angrier girl.Patrons moved aside to avoid the girl's flaying arms and legs. No one offered to help.Erik fumbled, but wrapped her fingers around the girl's wrist and twisted it up behind her back. "Stop wiggling." She jerked the wrist harder. "Just go that way." She propelled the girl toward the back entrance.Puii held the door open. His package stood in the alley. With a quick shove, Erik released the girl. "I've had it with you two. You're banned from here for a month."He jerked the door shut with a bang, cutting off a stream of vulgar four-letter words. "You're bleeding." He pointed at her.Erik touched her chin then looked at the red on the tip of her finger. "Damn."In the quiet of her office, Erik allowed herself a moment to breathe and settle her nerves. The years of sore muscles and bruises from martial arts classes were paying off. Ironically, she'd expected to use the skills defending herself from a rape attack, not for tossing drunk hookers out of her club. She checked her face in her bathroom mirror. Just a small nick on the edge of her chin. She poured rubbing alcohol on a cloth and dabbed at the cut, hissing when the liquid burned. Unwrapping a small butterfly bandage, she placed it over the cut, admired her handiwork then returned to the club.Resuming her post at the back, she heaved a sigh. The show will go on. Shangri–Lay was back on stage, doing her job. The servers and bartenders kept everyone well supplied with drinks. The fight was already a distant memory.Puii strode in, worry etched his face. "Just got a text from Chaylos over at the Two-Headed Serpent. Somebody hit the Black Dragon. Killed everybody."

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