Venus the Bitch:

My final angel is named Amy. Maybe you’ve heard of her. No? Okay then, I will tell you the story about how I met her.

I got invited out to the grand opening of a nightclub in New Orleans. I’m not really that interested in it. Why do we need a new nightclub for? I’m just here for the drinks.

Even those aren’t that great, but I digress.

I stood in the packed heat with low expectations waiting to get in. Nothing special tonight, just the usual night owls. I think I see some of my fans here. Oh crap. Now I’m going to have to spend the night dodging people I know. This is why I don’t get out much.

“Yo Mikey!” I hear someone yell. Don’t look up and pretend not to hear them.

“Mikey!” I hear again. I can’t hear you.

“Mikey!” I can’t hear you.

“Mikey!” I can’t hear you! Whack! I would’ve fallen to the pavement if I hadn’t felt someone grab onto my arm. I glanced over my shoulder. A pair of yellow eyes glowed at me in the dark. Glowing eyes and a cat-like smile/. I rolled my over eyes.

“What is it, Cal?” I asked. My writing agent grinned at me.

“Hey Mikey! Good to see ya!” he called.

“What do you want from me?” I asked again.

“Aw come on man!” Cal said. “I just want to enjoy this beautiful night with my prized writer!” I sneered at him. I hate this motherfucker. Cal Walker, what a lowlife! He’s even worse than me. I’m just his little show pony majority of the time. That’s what he does. Cal rides on people’s coattails to get what he wants. He drank his way through college and slept around to get where he is today. I hate this guy for the fact he reminds me of me.

“Save it,” I mumbled. “You just want to use me for attention again.”

“Aww come on, Mickey!” he said. “What would make you say all of that?”

“Because it’s true,” I pointed out.

“Aw, lightened up, Mickey!” he said with a pout. I clenched my fists at my sides.

“Don’t call me that!” I hissed. Cal opened his mouth to speak when we heard the crowd counting down. We looked around us.

“Ah, we’re counting down to the opening,” he said. Whatever, I thought as I did my best to push him off of me.

“5! 4! 3! 2! 1!” the crowd yelled loud enough to wake up the sky. A board in glittering gold cut the red ribbon in front of the door. The night owls all flooded the doors into the shiny new club. Cal and I trailed behind the horny dogs looking for action tonight. I’m just here for the drinks.

The inside reminded me of the 1920’s. Black and white invaded the room. The cocktail waitresses looked like flapper girls in all of their black and white shimmering glory. Even the men looked sharp into their tuxes. I have to say, I’m impressed.

“Pretty great, huh?” Cal asked. I smiled to myself, too pleased to be annoyed at that moment.

“Please don’t talk to me tonight,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know you. So shut up and pretend that you’ve never seen me before in your life,” I said. “Just let me be impressed for the moment.” Donkey brains closed his mouth after that. I smirked at the beautiful sound of silence. Good boy, I thought. I looked forward and noticed a man in a white tux walking towards us. If I had to guess, I would put him to be about forty or fifty with his fake tan and pepper-colored gelled up hair. Those type of guys annoy me for some reason. Can’t explain why…

“Welcome gentlemen!” the guy greeted us. “Welcome to Lady Blu’s!” I smile as I pretend to give a shit. Cal, on the other hand, grinned back at him.

“It’s so good to be here!” he said. The owner, I’m assuming that’s what he was, gave us odd looks.

“Haven’t I seen you gentlemen somewhere before?” he asked. Cal perked up at that question.

“Did you read June/July’s issue of Writer’s Digest?” he asked. The owner shook his head.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m afraid I’m not much of a reader these days.”

“Then maybe you’ve heard of the Dark Horse Beauty?” my sleazy agent asked. The owner took a moment to think about that. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head.

“Oh, you’re Cal Walker, ain’t ya?” he asked. My attention whore agent smiled as he nodded.

“That’s me!” he said. I rolled my eyes to myself. Just couldn’t resist, could you?, I thought. The owner then turned his eyes on me.

“And I’ve seen you from somewhere else too,” he said. “I just can’t place you.” I shook my head at him.

“No,” I lied. “I’m just a nobody.” I cut a sharp look at Cal to make sure that he kept his mouth shut just this once. Like an amazingly good boy, he didn’t say a word. The owner smiled at us.

“Either way,” he said. “Enjoy your night.” Then, he turned and headed back into the direction he came from. I gave him a small wave. Whatever…

Cal and I split up and made our way around the club. Like a fly to the bug zapper, I found my way over to the bar. The bar tender looked like one of those casino dealers in Vegas with his suit on, mixing up a drink. He smiled as he looked at me.

“What can I get you tonight, pal?” he asked. I scanned the menu for a moment.

“Give me a… White Russian,” I said. The bar tender gave me a charming, boyish smile.

“Coming up,” he said. The guy got right to work. I just let myself get lost in the jazz around me. Heh, this place isn’t so bad.

Around ten o’clock at my fifth drink, the owner took the stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” he said. “Welcome to Club Lady Blu’s. I hope you all are enjoying the drinks.” A small group cheered over near Cal. The owner smiled to himself.

“Anyway, here’s out star entertainment for the night!” he announced. “Give it up for Miss Amy Porter!” My ears stirred as the room applauded around me. That name sounds so familiar…

The lights dimmed to the center stage. A young woman walked across the stage. Each step she took drew me in closer to her. Her raven hair flowed down to her shaped hips. Her breasts bounded with each step in her pearl white dress. Her skinny legs held her up the best that they could. She turned and faced the audience. It was then I had found another angel. She took the microphone in her hand.

“Good evening,” she said. This angel began to sing “As time Goes By” by Billie Holiday. I didn’t really pay any attention to the words, but that voice made me hungry to learn more about this woman. I felt as if Billie Holiday had just be reincarnated somehow and came here to sing for us all. I rested my elbow on the bar as I turned the stool to fully face her.

“Would you like another drink?” the bar tender offered. I shooed him away in response. The shimmering on the singer’s dress kept my attention fixed on Miss Amy with every note.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” someone asked me. I glanced over to my right to see the owner sitting next to me. I settled my eyes back on Amy.

“Yeah,” I said as my mind got lost in another sweetened haze. I didn’t notice that he had leaned in close to my ear.

“Want to meet her?” he whispered. That question brought me back to reality as I turned to him.

“Really?” I asked. The owner nodded at me once.

“Right now?” I asked. He patted me on the shoulder.

“Wait until the song’s over,” the owner whispered. I drew my shoulder away from him and turned back to the lovely Amy. When she finished the song, she bowed from the audience clapping for her. The club jazz music took over as she walked off stage. The owner turned to me.

“Let’s go,” he whispered. I gave him a quick nod.

“Right,” I said. We quietly got up from the bar and followed Amy to backstage.

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