Watch Out for the Big Girls (2 page)

 

As usual on a Saturday night, or any other night for that matter, the booming city of Las Vegas was lit up like the Hollywood billboard sign. Las Vegas Boulevard starting from Sahara down to Russell Road was in full throttle. The Sin City strip, filled with hotels and casinos such as the Aria, Planet Hollywood, Paris, Caesar's Palace, Bellagio, and Wynn, was infested with tourists from all over, and local Nevadans looking for action. Clubs like the Chateau, Pure, Drai's, and the Bank were some of the recommended spots to party, but the infamous strip was not the only place you could find something to get into when the sun went down. Not too far down and over, some of the elite money-getters from the East Coast, Midwest, and West Coast, along with some of the finest Nevada-bred women, pulled up in some of the most exclusive vehicles to the valet in front of another popular hot spot, while company limos escorted clubgoers to the front door of the establishment. The VIP entrance flowed while the general admission line to enter the frequented spot nearly wrapped around the side of the building.

Although Las Vegas Boulevard was one of the most popular streets filled with many nighttime attractions, on Highland Drive sat two main businesses that were guaranteed to be jam-packed week in and week out and they nearly sat across the street from each other: the Treasures gentlemen's club and Club Panties.

Treasures was a plush two-story, exclusive strip club that claimed some of the most professional exotic dancers in the surrounding area. Despite Club Sapphire being the largest strip club in Vegas, Treasures stood out more. But, the difference between Treasures and the average strip club was that short-stacked customers couldn't last ten minutes. Your paper definitely had to be up and you had to be willing to spend it to get any attention in the hot spot. Everything was slightly overpriced, specifically for out-of-towners. There were hardly any regular drinks served in the club. The partygoers who attended on a regular basis turned it into a strictly bottle service affair, popping bottles of liquor starting at $750 and champagne starting at $1,500, with a two-bottle minimum per VIP section.

The dancers loved working there because no bills under tens were tossed into the air like confetti and if you did see dollar bills, countless bands were being popped in succession. Being that tens were the new ones, to make a statement most ballers tossed around twenties and fifties just to warm up. Needless to say, they got their money's worth. Even topnotch pimps paid to play, as they kicked back in VIP popping bottles while sending their flock of female solicitors in the crowd to work and recruit. Every dancer stepped her game up because it actually felt like a business, as opposed to a cheap thrill for loose change. Everybody claimed to be getting money, and to last a night in such a high-class environment, you paid to show it.

Most of the people who were still standing in line outside, anxious to get inside the club, complaining about the long line, began to quiet down as they heard a loud roar of thunder coming from far down the street. Many of them knew exactly what and who it was. Others just watched, waiting to see, while those who were illegally double-parked hurried to clear out of the four-lane street.

Out of nowhere, two matching chromed-out Yamaha R6 1100s came whizzing down the strip at top speed, with front wheels in the air. Each bike possessed passengers on the back, gripping the drivers for dear life, with protruding bottoms that required W
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Seconds later, another four expensive-looking bikes came zooming down the strip directly behind the first two. They performed a series of stunts as the crowd they passed cheered them on. The men were extra hyped because the girls who were on the back had long hair flying from under their helmets, and fat asses revealing their thongs and ass cracks due to the low-rider jeans and booty shorts they wore.

All six of the machines met up down the street and made a 180-degree turn down by the entrance of the parking lot. They slowly rode their way back up in perfect formation. They were lined up side by side, blocking off the entire middle of the street, facing the way they had just come down. They paused in the middle of the street between Treasures and their destination, and waited. They fed their engines power blasts of gas each time they yanked on the throttle while the bikes were in neutral. The thunderous roar from the beginning had never ceased, or let up. It only grew louder. Everybody's attention was drawn to the booming bass that vibrated the concrete that came from the same direction the bikes had appeared.

All eyes focused on the two huge stretch Escalade XLs with limousine tints and monstrous chrome rims that came cruising down in slow motion, trailing each other back to back. They were accompanied by twenty more motorcycles of all sizes and models. The trucks stopped directly in the middle of the street, headlights to headlights with the first six bikes. Both sides of the trucks' back doors opened up simultaneously. The sound of Nicki Minaj's voice illuminated and blared out of the side doors' speakers of one of the SUVs, while Lil' Kim's voice illuminated from the other as two pair of beautiful, full-sized women stepped out of each Escalade and into the middle of the street. All eyes had definitely zoomed in on them.

The passengers on the backs of the first six bikes climbed off and removed their helmets, revealing their own beauty. The drivers of each R6 did the same. Some were surprised to see that who they believed to be muscular and husky men controlling the bikes were actually beautiful, full-figured females. Most weren't surprised. The Double G logo on the back of the half-cut leather jackets said it all.

The lines for both clubs were almost the full length of the block along the sidewalk. Across the street from Treasures was Club Panties. It was by far the largest upscale lesbian-only club ever known to exist. It filled the same capacity as any with just women. Most people from both clubs mixed and mingled on the sidewalk and in the streets. Club Panties was known for having a tougher crowd. The police frequented and had more incidents occur at the all-female establishment than Treasures ever since it had opened five years ago. On occasion, you could catch two bloody, wild-haired females with breasts dangling from torn blouses being escorted out of the club in handcuffs. With all that had transpired throughout the years, including a few altercations ending with someone losing their life, many could not believe the club still managed to remain open.

The drivers of the first six bikes pulled over and parked in front of Club Panties, while the two Escalades and the other twenty motorcycles created their own parking spaces in the vicinity as well. The back doors of one of the SUVs flew open and out stepped Starr, Diamond, Felicia, and Bubbles. The four sexy, voluptuous but deadly female passengers who climbed out of the truck led the way as they strutted toward Club Panties. Necks nearly snapped as awaiting partygoers watched the four Amazon goddesses, accompanied by a slew of others like them, roll up stone-faced in their bike club's colors. They ignored the long line as everyone eyed them as they walked straight to the entrance.

The huge security guard acknowledged them and unhooked the velvet rope from the brass rail, while stepping to the side. Another guard in a full three-piece suit appeared from inside and escorted them through the dimly lit lobby. The four women strutted right around the walk-through metal detector. The next six strolled through the high-tech security machine stone-faced as the sensors beamed to maximum red, triggering the metal detector until the last girl cleared it. They were used to bypassing pat searches and entering the club with their weapons on them. Their leader made sure that was never a problem. After all, it was their organization that owned the club.

The only male security guard allowed on the premises, who worked the door, shook his head in disgust as he watched the logos on the back of the jackets disappear into the club. “Damn Gs,” he uttered under his breath.

Most of the women who stood in line watched with admiration and envy while other onlookers stared with hatred and jealousy in their eyes as the head of the Double Gs led them and made their way inside the club. One woman in particular, Monica, who stood in line closest to the entrance, studied the crew as they received the royal treatment. She smiled to herself and chuckled under her breath lightly at the scenery. She shook her head while one of the female security guards checked her ID and shined the flashlight into her clutch.

“Care to share?” the female security guard asked.

Monica noticed the seductive look the female security guard had plastered across her face. She realized the female security guard had mistaken her own smile for a flirtatious one. She had almost forgotten that she stood in line of a gay club; and she was not gay. Let her tell it, she was bicurious. But she was not interested in the female security guard. She flashed another smile to match hers. Before she could conjure up something to say to let the female security guard down easy, a familiar voice came to her rescue.

“Nah, she straight. She with us,” Felicia, one of the Double G members, announced. Out of her peripheral vision, Felicia had noticed the girl she had presented to Starr for consideration. She stopped in her tracks and backpedaled.

“Wassup?” Felicia nodded.

“Hey.” Monica flashed the best smile she could conjure up. She sounded both surprised and glad to see her. The only thing that now stood between the two of them was the velvet rope.

“I got you,” she told Monica then drew her attention to the female security guard. “I'm trying to figure out what you're waitin' for.” Felicia looked from the female security guard down to the velvet rope then back at her.

The female security guard rolled her eyes and removed the velvet rope. She was moving a little bit too slow for Felicia's taste. She also noticed the partial rock stare she shot her way. She excused her tardiness, but her look did not go unnoticed. “Bitch, you better get yo' life.” Felicia's body language spoke volumes.

Without meaning to, the female security guard rolled her eyes, which was followed by the sucking of her teeth. She knew exactly who Felicia was and knew she had made a mistake as soon as she reacted the way she had. Before she could clear the air, Bubbles was already by Felicia's side.

“Er'thing good, sis?” Bubbles looked from Felicia to Monica, then over at the female security guard and back to Felicia. Her hands rested on her massive hips. “And who is this?” She nodded her head in Monica's direction.

“That's what the fuck I'm trying to find out,” Felicia chimed, never taking her eyes off of the female security guard. “And this is one of the newbies I been scoutin',” Felicia added, referring to Monica as one of their new, upcoming potential Double Gs.

Bubbles gave Monica a once-over. Monica just stood there stone-faced. Her eyes did a quick glance over by the entrance. The other Double Gs were making their way inside the club. Felicia's back was now to her and Bubbles. Just as she finished her survey of her surroundings, her and Bubbles's eyes met.

Bubbles flashed a half smile and broke the stare. She turned in Felicia's direction. Felicia's eyes were fixated on the female security. “Fee?” Bubbles called out. “What's up with this shit?” she wanted to know. She was ready to go inside and get her drink and party on with the rest of the crew, but had no intention of doing either until she was sure Felicia was good.

“This bitch gonna make me come out of character,” Felicia looked over her shoulder and uttered to Bubbles.

Monica heard it also. Apparently, so did the female security. “Fee.”

“Bitch, you know me?” Felicia cut her words short. She also caught the attention a few other Double Gs, who had now stopped in their tracks just shy of the club's entrance.

The female security guard's heart rate started to increase. A nervous feeling crept into her body. As tough as she believed herself to be, she knew she was outnumbered.

Monica watched the scenery as it unfolded. On the outside she may have appeared stoic but, on the inside, her nerves were all over the place and her mind was racing one hundred miles a minute. She wasn't sure if she had the stomach for it, knowing this was light compared to the stories she had been told about the Double Gs. Although men were their suggested targets, from what she knew of them, they didn't allow anyone to disrespect, cross, or refuse anything to them, just as she knew one word from Felicia and the female security guard's family could be pulling out the favorite black outfits for her funeral.

She wasn't sure if she could actually carry out what she had signed up for. There was no doubt in her mind she was nothing like the women in the organization she was trying to join. But it was bigger than her, she told herself for the umpteenth time. Monica grimaced as she continued to watch the altercation with Felicia and the female security guard. She felt for the woman. To her, it wasn't that serious. But if you were a Double G, like Felicia and Bubbles, it was very serious. She was well aware of the fact the Double Gs moved as one and would remove anything that got in their way. One wrong move from the female security guard and not only would Felicia be all over her like salt on fries, but so would Bubbles and the rest of the Double Gs looking on as well.

Although she held her composure, Monica wanted to cringe at the thought. She was all too familiar with how they got down. It was part of the reason why she was at the club tonight. She needed to know more than what she had read about or been told. All of that was circumstantial. She needed facts. And that's exactly what she intended to get.

People in line had already begun backing up out of the potential harm's way they were in, being too close to the arising altercation. Many of them also knew who Felicia was and knew she didn't play. None of the Double Gs did, but Felicia was mostly known for her violent demeanor. All onlookers' eyes shifted around from Monica, the female security guard, Bubbles, and Felicia, wondering and anticipating what would happen next.