Girls’ Night Out
Natalia has returned from the retreat, but Olivia’s heart is
still broken. Doris tries to cheer up her BFF with a night on
Ahead: Guiding Light is a product of Proctor & Gamble
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them for my amusement, and hopefully for those few souls who
Girls’ Night Out
Olivia was pacing in Doris’s office.
"So what did you do?" Doris asked, moving to the
edge of her seat.
"What do you think I did? I told her to take her
cookies and go home!"
"So…" Doris tried to hold back a laugh. "…after
all these weeks, Natalia finally comes home and…offers you
her cookies and you reject them?"
Olivia stopped and turned to face her. "You’re not
Doris grinned. "You gotta give her points for trying.
Besides, they say the way to someone’s heart is through
"No. Actually, it’s through the ribcage and I have
the scar to prove it," she countered as she plopped down
in the chair across from Doris’s desk. She gave a heavy
sigh. "I have lots of scars," she said sounding
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic for Christ’s
sake," Doris sighed.
Olivia didn’t seem to listen. "I love her,
Doris," she whined.
"Then tell her!" Doris insisted. "Go….get
"I don’t trust her! What happens when things get
tough again, huh? Is she going to leave me for weeks on end,
with no word? Sure, the flowers and the cookies are great.
What woman in her right mind doesn’t like flowers and
cookies… What she doesn’t seem to get is why it’s not
enough and why I need more."
"What you neeeeed is a night out," Doris told
her. "No worries, no issues, no Natalia…Here’s an
idea: Why don’t we go to Roger’s Steakhouse; order some
ribeyes – medium; hit a great cigar bar I know and drink a
few thousand scotch on the rocks? It’ll be my treat."
"Make it medium-rare, no smoking and martini’s
instead and you’ve got a deal." Olivia replied, but
just as quickly she held up a finger. "Wait. This time
dinner is involved – this isn’t a date, is it? I don’t
want you thinkin’ I’ll put out because you’re buyin’."
"Damn. Guess I wore my lucky underwear today for
nothing," Doris teased as she walked around the desk.
"No, it’s not a date. It’s just two friends blowing
off a little steam. And hey, it’s ladies night at Rachel’s
too, and they do have great martinis. Let’s go hit the
"I’ll have to find a sitter for Emma. Jane’s not
around tonight," Olivia told her.
Doris held up a finger. She picked up her phone and dialed.
"Hey, Sweetie…Not too bad. Listen, Olivia’s
feeling a little down so I thought I’d take her out tonight.
Could you look after Emma if you don’t have plans?…Great,
thanks Ashlee…Yeah, just swing by my office…Love you…bye."
Doris hung up and then turned back to Olivia. "We’re
"I like a woman who gets things done," the
Doris tisked a finger. "You keep flirting with me Ms.
Spencer and I might just take the time to learn how to
bake." Olivia grinned for the first time since entering
the office. "See? You’re smiling already," as she
started to lead Olivia to the door. "You’re gonna have
fun. I promise."
Roger’s Steakhouse was crowded even though it was the
middle of the week. Doris and Olivia sat at a table for two
along the wall as the waitress brought over their entrées.
Doris nodded for Olivia to try the food.
Olivia cut up three pieces. After stabbing it with her fork
she raised it to her nose and sniffed it. Passing that test,
she gave a satisfied shrug and put it in her mouth and began
"Was I right? Was I right?" Doris asked
impatiently. "Good stuff?" Olivia chewed and then
began to grin slightly. "I’m right, huh?" Doris
Olivia swallowed and pointed her fork at Doris. "This
is almost better than sex, or what I remember sex being
Doris laughed. "That long?"
"Let me say this… The last man I slept with was Buzz
Cooper." Olivia said before putting another piece of
steak in her mouth.
Doris’s eyes went wide. "That HAS been a long time
– Hold on. It wasn’t like last week or anything, was it?
Because he and Lillian make a cute couple, although I’d
never admit it to them."
"Can’t have the Mayor going all softy, eh?"
Doris held a piece of steak on her fork as she pointed at
Olivia. "So you haven’t been with anyone since
"And that was supposed to change the night of the
Bauer BBQ I’m guessing."
"But then…" She let the sentence hang and
popped the steak into her mouth. Olivia nodded and took a
drink of her water. "Oh wow," Doris mumbled from
behind her tenderloin.
"Yeah, so not only did I lose the love of my ENTIRE
life, I’m still wallowing in my self-imposed celibacy."
Doris took a drink of her scotch. "You know when I saw
you yelling for Natalia in that courtyard –."
"Oh, god. Don’t remind me of what an ass I
"You weren’t an ass. You were in love. You’re
still in love. But I gotta admit, based on how… incessant…
you were in your quest I assumed you two had slept together
already…Jeeze, Liv, if you ever sleep with her then…"
Doris just took another bite.
"I know. My goose is cooked and I’ll end up handing
my complete existence over to her because I’ll be an even
bigger lovesick fool. See why I can’t just go back when I
can’t trust her?" Olivia sighed and put another piece
of steak in her mouth. "Can we change the subject? I’m
losing my appetite and this food is too good not to eat."
"Okay," Doris agreed without argument. "I
think you should get laid."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, nothing serious – just something to…take
the edge off."
"I’m not sleeping with you, Doris."
"Dear, I didn’t ask you too," she said with a
hint of seduction in her voice. "Besides, you’re an
amateur… you couldn’t handle a night with me." Olivia’s
deep laugh escaped briefly before she could keep it down.
A few people close to them did turn their way, but neither
woman paid them any mind. Doris just smiled coyly.
"Seriously," the mayor continued. "I think you
should get out there – meet somebody. Really, besides
Natalia have you even flirted with another woman?"
"I’ve never been attracted to another woman,"
Olivia told her. "Besides, who would I know to flirt
"What do you mean?" Doris asked as she took a
bite of her dinner.
Olivia lowered her voice. "How do you know when I
woman is gay, or at least bi? I mean I saw you that day with
that bartender at Towers. You two were obviously into each
"In more ways than one," Doris said smugly.
Olivia shoved a piece of steak in her mouth to avoid saying
anything further as Doris continued by saying, "You just
have to put yourself out there a little. Oh, look. Here comes
our waitress again. I’ll show you what I mean. Watch
"So how’s everything ladies?" the waitress
Doris glanced at her nametag that read, ‘Tori’ and she
"Wonderful, Tori. Everything is just beautiful – the
food, the atmosphere. In fact, the only thing more beautiful
might be the servers," Doris complimented.
"Okaaaaay," Tori said looking a bit reluctant at
making eye contact the mayor any longer. "Is there
anything I can get you?" she said turning to Olivia.
"I’m good. Doris?"
Tori nodded and then quickly walked away. Doris leaned over
"Not gay," she whispered.
Olivia giggled, "Maybe she just doesn’t like
"Hey, women adore me. I got 86 percent of the female
vote in the last election and it wasn’t all politics. I’m
tellin’ ya. It’s magnetism."
"Okay, my magnet friend," Olivia joked, "let’s
say for the sake of argument that you’re right. She is
straight. How do you know when someone is… interested?"
Doris tried to look around the room casually and noticed a
young woman in a ponytail clearing dishes from a nearby table.
She motioned her head toward the woman as she then moved to
the table adjacent to theirs. As she began to place the dirty
dishes in a large plastic tub, Doris cleared her throat.
"Looks like it’s been a long night for you,"
Doris said as she leaned over and waved slightly to get the
At first, the woman looked around to make sure Doris was
talking to her.
"It’s not too bad," she replied.
"Probably not when you’re in as good as shape as you
are – you’ve got some great definition in your upper
arms." Doris’s eyes didn’t stop at just the woman’s
arms and the woman began to smile.
"I’d say you probably work out too," the woman
complimented as she pointed to Doris’s exposed arm.
"Thanks for noticing," Doris said demurely.
"You’re succeeding," the woman replied with a
Doris held up her finger and reached into her purse. She
pulled out a pen and motioned the young woman over. She took
the woman’s hand gently in hers and wrote down her first
name and phone number on the woman’s palm, letting her
"Call me if you’d like to… work out
sometime," Doris offered.
With a nod and a grin, the woman walked away and picked up
the tray of dirty dishes. Doris turned back to Olivia with a
"I don’t believe it," Olivia muttered.
"That is why you fail," Doris said in a Yoda
impersonation, making Olivia giggle. "A date I have,
"You’re a goof," Olivia chuckled.
"Seriously, when she calls, I’ll give her your
number. She looks like she could make you happy – at least
for a few hours," Doris added with a wink.
"She’s not my type," Olivia said.
"Yeah right – nice body, long dark hair, brown eyes.
Yeah, she’s sooo not your type."
"Please, she’d have to be pregnant and ignoring
me," Olivia countered.
"Ohhhh, burrrrrrrn," Doris complimented.
Olivia smiled for a moment. "Honestly, I’m not
interested. Why don’t you call her?"
"I’m happy with Jamanda." Olivia looked
confused. "The Towers bartender? Hello?"
"You’re really seeing her? Isn’t she jail
"Noooooo," Doris whined.
Olivia smirked. "What do you talk about with someone
"Who said we talk?" Doris remarked sarcastically
as she grinned.
Olivia just smiled larger before she took another bite of
"I can’t believe you brought me to a strip
club," Olivia said to Doris as they stood in line to
enter ‘Rachel’s’. On the other side of the wall they
could hear the Blackeyed Peas’s, ‘My Humps.’
"You wanted the best martini in town. You’ll find it
They moved up two steps.
"Along with lots of naked women," Olivia added.
"That’s just a bonus." Doris laughed. Olivia
rolled her eyes. "Relax, Spencer. You wanna practice
hitting on women then this is the time and the place. Once a
month Rachel’s does Ladies Night, so you’re in luck –
horny women who spend all night looking at pretty naked girls
– most of whom ARE lesbians. In fact, if the straight men
knew how much money they throw at woman who’d never give
them the time of day the entire adult live entertainment
industry would die within a week. You though…with those baby
greens of yours you’ll find someone to take back to the
Beacon. No trouble."
"Wait. Let’s get one thing clear. It’s YOU who
thinks I should hit on someone," Olivia pointed out.
"Forgive me, but even if you don’t take anyone home
tonight, I’d rather watch you flirt than wallow in your
Doris grinned playfully and began to sing along, "You
can look but you can't touch it. If you touch it I'ma start
some drama. You don't want no drama. No, no drama. No, no, no,
Doris and Olivia both began to chuckle.
"Ohhhh, what a twisted turn my life has taken,"
the hotelier sighed.
"Oh please. Are you telling me you don’t know this
"I might know it," Olivia said slightly
"Yeah, but you’re trying to act too…cultured,
"Absolutely," Olivia replied. "I do have a
reputation to uphold."
"Is that so?" Doris prodded. Olivia nodded
firmly. Doris then tapped her on the arm and continued to
sing, "What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk
inside that trunk?"
Olivia smiled. "I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk. Get
you love drunk off my hump."
"What you gon' do wit all that ass? All that ass
inside them jeans?" Doris sang along as she checked out
Olivia grabbed Doris by the lapels of her jacket. "I'ma
gon’ make, make, make you scream. Make you scream, make you
Doris took Olivia by the hips. "What you gon' do with
all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk?"
Olivia smiled. "I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk. Get
you love drunk off this hump."
Doris then looked straight down with a Cheshire Cat grin.
"What you gon' do wit all that breast? All that breast
inside that shirt?"
Olivia took Doris by the chin so they stood eye-to-eye.
"I'ma make, make, make, make you work. Make you work,
work, make you work."
They both started to laugh and rested their foreheads
against each other. The women who were standing in front of
them and behind them began to laugh, applaud and offer
As they pulled away, a couple directly behind them clapped
their hands and the shorter of the two asked, "How long
have you guys been a couple?"
Doris and Olivia busted out laughing again.
"We’re not," Doris replied.
"Really?" the other woman asked. "Because
you sure seem like it."
The two of them looked at each other. "She’s my…"
Olivia paused. What was Doris exactly? She knew what the woman
had come to mean to her over the last few months. With that
fact in mind she said, "She’s my best friend."
Olivia then looked at Doris, who smiled and nodded in
agreement, the same feeling of friendship and kinship
reflected in each other’s eyes. Being next in line, they
walked up to the door-greeter. The woman grinned at Doris and
"You gals sure you don’t want to just stay here and
entertain everyone?" she teased.
"I’d rather see the entertainment inside,"
Doris remarked as she handed the woman fifty dollars.
"Will that get us a table by the stage and a waitress
The door-greeter got down from the high stool she was
sitting on and connected the rope behind Olivia and Doris to
stop any other traffic.
"Right this way," she said with a grin.
As they began to make their way through the room filled
with women one of the dancers, an African American woman,
passed in front of them.
"Hey, Doris," she said in a friendly tone.
"Cinnamon," Doris said as she nodded ‘hello’.
She then whispered to Olivia. "That’s Shawna – her
stage name is Cinnamon. Sweet girl, she’s majoring in
bio-engineering at U of S."
As they continued to follow the doorwoman they passed
"Hello Doris," the svelte and buxom blonde said
as she looked Doris up and down. "You gonna let me dance
for you tonight?" she asked.
"Perhaps. Have you been a good girl lately?"
"Hell, no," she replied.
"Well, then, absolutely you can dance for me."
Both women laughed and the blonde made her way toward the
back of the stage. Doris turned to Olivia again, "That’s
Kendra AKA Swiss Miss. She’s friends with Jamanda actually
– they went to high school together."
The doorwoman showed Doris and Olivia to one of the tables
near the stage, but not directly on it.
"Thank you very much," Doris said. Before she
could sit down though she felt a pair of hand covering her
"Guess who," a Latina woman said. Doris grinned
wickedly. "You’ll have to stand a bit closer." The
mystery woman pressed her breasts into Doris’s back.
"Those double D’s have gotta belong to Carmen,"
Doris said confidently.
"Good guess!" Carmen squealed and let Doris go so
she could turn around. "I was hoping you’d make it
"Yeah, I’m here. Oh, hey, Carmen, have yaaaaa met
Olivia?" Doris asked, playing Olivia’s wingman.
"She’s a little down tonight and to be honest I think
she’s gotta thing for Latin ladies."
"Really," Carmen said mischievously, as she gave
Olivia an appreciative eye.
"Yes, so I thought I’d take her out for a good time.
In fact, I’m sure you’d be able to cheer her up."
"It would be my pleasure," Carmen replied as she
slinked over to Olivia. She offered Olivia her hand. "Any
friend of Doris’s is a friend of mine."
"It’s nice to meet you," Olivia remarked.
"You too. Say…why don’t you ladies get settled
here? Have a drink or two, loosen up a little and I’ll come
by in a little while, okay?"
"Thanks Carmen," Doris told her as she and Olivia
took a seat. "She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?"
Once Carmen was out of earshot Olivia asked, "Is there
any woman here you don’t know?"
Doris looked around the club at the women giving lap dances
as well as the two girls on stage who were having faux-oral
sex. She then looked back at Olivia, "No."
"You know them all?"
"You’ve slept with all these women?" Olivia
"Noooo," Doris remarked offended. "I’m a
tease. Not a slut," she replied.
"That makes it so much better," Olivia replied
"Hey, I love to play, sure, but I don’t go to bed
with that many women. All the girls here, they’ve danced for
me; quite often, but then I swing by Towers and pick up
Jamanda after she gets off work. We spend a few hours at her
place getting’ hot and heavy and I go home."
"And Ashlee has no clue?"
"Why would she? She’s got her own life now and I’ve
never brought a woman home."
"And Jamanda doesn’t mind any of this," Olivia
said waving her hand around the room.
"Why? I’m not cheating on her; I’m just enjoying
some live entertainment, that’s all…You really need to hit
on someone to get back on the horse."
Olivia looked around the room. "I don’t see anyone
here I’d want to hit on," she told her.
"Don’t look for the perfect girl, okay? You’re not
going to find her. Just find someone – anyone – and make a
move, even if you don’t go anywhere with it."
"Oh, fine. If I do, will you drop it for the rest of
"Absolutely. Just swear that the next woman you see,
you’ll get your flirt on."
"Fine," Olivia said reluctantly as she released a
"Yes, I promise," Olivia said grumpily.
Doris looked over Olivia’s shoulder to see a waitress
taking an order at a table behind them. "Prefect!"
she told her friend. "Get ready." She then called
out to the hostess, saying, "Excuse me, Miss? Can we get
The waitress continued to nod at the first table and took
two steps back without turning around. She began to jot down
the other tables order and she said, "So what can I get
you lovely ladies…?" The sentence stalled on Natalia’s
lips for a moment as she looked up from her notepad at Doris
and Olivia who were seated below her.
Once Natalia had gathered her composure, she turned to
Olivia. "I know you. Silver Bullet; extra olives."
She then looked to Doris, reserving any judgment. "What
Doris looked confused. "Silver bullet?"
"Dry martini," Natalia answered. "It's
nicknamed a silver bullet because it's clear, potent… and
never misses its mark."
Natalia and Doris grinned at one another.
"You're a bitch." Olivia's voice was sharp, and
it made both women turn to see exactly who she was talking to
with such acidity. Natalia released the breath she was holding
when she saw it was Doris entailing Olivia's wrath.
"What?" Doris asked.
"Bringing me here," she explained as she pitched
a thumb toward Natalia.
"I had no idea she was working here." Doris
defended, but then began to grin, hoping a little levity might
smooth over the growing tension at the table. "Ya know,
you did promise the very next woman you saw –."
"Don't even go there," Olivia warned her harshly
as she wagged her finger. She then turned her callous eyes to
Natalia. "And what do you think you're doing working in a
strip club? Did they even notice that you're pregnant?"
Natalia leaned over and put one hand on the table and the
other on her hip, so she was only a few inches away from
Olivia in her cleavage-revealing outfit.
"Yeah," Natalia said confidently. "In fact,
that's why I got the job. For SOME people, pregnant women are
a real turn on. And when Rachel found out I had bar
experience, she hired me on the spot."
"You're dancing here?" Olivia asked.
"Does it look like I'm dancing?" Natalia answered
hotly. "I'm waiting tables, but even if I was dancing,
what business is it of yours anyway?! You…!" Natalia
was starting to get flustered at the thought of what happened
earlier. "You told me to take my cookies and go home,
remember?!" Before Olivia could answer, Natalia turned to
Doris. "You want a drink or not?" she asked angrily.
Doris's eyebrows shot up in alarm, but she knew now was not
the time to act clever.
"I'll, uh, have the same," she said as she
motioned toward Olivia.
"Fine. Two martini's coming up." With that,
Natalia stormed away from the table.
Olivia began to shake her head. "I can't believe you
set me up like this," she said, her anger burning under
"I didn't know she was working here," Doris
replied. She then held her hand up. "I swear."
Olivia just closed her eyes and tried to rub away the
stress migraine that was starting to throb in the center of
At the bar, it was oblivious Natalia wasn't it good spirits
as she handed over one ticket and filled out the ticket for
Olivia's table. A beautiful redhead who was tending to the bar
leaned over as Natalia wiped a tear from her eye.
"Did you get pawed already?" she asked
sympathetically, sensing Natalia's distress.
The bartender nodded over to Olivia and Doris's table.
"Did they get a little too friendly? You'll find that
it's the woman, and not the men, who have a harder time
following the 'hands-off' policy here."
"Actually, it's just the opposite," Natalia
replied. The bartender looked confused. "See the one with
her back to us? I wouldn't mind if she was hands on. She's my
girlfr…well, ex-girlfriend. She doesn't want me anymore
"The baby?" the bartender suspected as she went
to work making the drink orders.
Natalia considered it. "I thought it would be an issue
for us, but it only became an issue when I…freaked out and…
broke her heart." Natalia began to tear up. "I'm
sorry to unload on you," she said.
"Don't worry. I'm a bartender. I'm used to it,"
she teased. The comment brought a slight grin to Natalia's
lips, but only for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Carmen asked as she leaned over
to see if Natalia was crying.
Natalia tried to smile again and wave her off. "Just
hormones I'm sure," she replied.
Carmen ran her hand down Natalia's hair and then over her
shoulder before she began to rub her back.
Back at Olivia's table, Doris got wide-eyed for a moment
and Olivia caught it.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," Doris squeaked out a little too loud
and too quickly.
Olivia looked over her shoulder in time to see Natalia in
Carmen's arms smiling and laughing.
"Son of a bitch," Olivia swore as she turned back
around. "How can she do this?"
"You'll have to be a bit more specific if that's not a
rhetorical question," Doris offered.
"Natalia," Olivia began. "Working in a club.
Cuddling with strippers. Wearin' that outfit. I mean, did you
SEE that outfit?"
"No, I was too busy staring at her breasts,"
Doris replied honestly.
Olivia was not amused. "Jesus H Christ on a
stick," she swore as she started to grab her jacket.
"Look," Doris reached over and took Olivia's
hand. "You can't run away from her. Maybe fate is trying
to tell you something here. Take the clue."
Doris squeezed Olivia's hand in camaraderie. She felt
genuine empathy for Olivia and Olivia gave her a look of
endearment for the much-needed support. After taking a deep
breath to calm her nerves, Olivia nodded. Just then Natalia
arrived in time to see the display that, under other
circumstances, might look rather intimate. Her jaw hardened as
she watched the two women's hands slide casually out of their
embrace. Natalia placed Olivia's drink on the table first, and
then she turned and put down Doris's drink. She faced Olivia
and began to speak when her serving tray slipped slightly to
'accidentally' catch the edge of Doris's glass, tipping the
contents in Doris's direction.
As the vodka and dry vermouth made its way to Doris's lap,
the Mayor stood up abruptly so that only a small amount of the
liquor ended up on her pants, with the rest of it hitting the
"Did I get you?" Natalia asked, hedging ignorance
of what she'd done. "I'm sorry. Let me get some more
napkins. Don't you move…" The last sentence came off
more as a threat than a helpful gesture.
Doris released a heavy sigh. "And how exactly did I
end up in the middle of this drama?"
"I need a rag and another martini," Natalia told
The bartender nodded and
then motioned her head behind Natalia.
"Looks like you've
got someone on your heels," she said.
Natalia turned to see
Olivia quickly closing the distance between them and she
"What the hell was
that?" Olivia asked as she came up to Natalia.
replied, trying to sound innocent.
passive/aggressive thing with spilling a drink on Doris."
"I said I was
sorry," Natalia began. "I didn't mean to spill that
glass on your date that you brought to a strip
club," she said.
The extra emphasis on the words 'your date' wasn't lost on
"Not that it's any
of your business, but she brought me here and
she's not a date. She's my friend."
"She's a bitch."
Natalia folded her arms across her chest.
"You don't know her
"Yes, I know
her." Natalia cut her off and jabbed an angry finger in
the direction of where Doris sat. "She's the same woman
that ran a campaign to run my son into the ground when he was
imprisoned, just to make herself look good. She's the
same woman who tried to turn what we shared together into
something scandalous when she was out screwing around with who
knows how many women. She is poisonous venom personified. And
now she's sinking her pointy fangs into you, but obviously you
don't see it."
Olivia watched the
bartender set the martini on Natalia's tray. The hotelier
picked it up and drank it in five gulps and then turned back
to Natalia. She winced when she was done and shook her head,
feeling the alcohol burn her throat.
"Tell me how you
really feel about her," Olivia said sarcastically.
"I will never like
Olivia stressed, "spent most of this evening trying to
help me get over what you did to me and make me feel better.
"And based on how
she watches your ass when you leave a room…" Natalia
said, surprising Olivia with the curse that slipped past her
lips, "I'm sure that Doris would love to make you feel
Olivia ignored the
remark, and continued her train of thought, "She spent
the first half of our evening, AND most of dinner, trying to
convince me to hear you out and give you a second
chance." Natalia appeared surprised by the news.
"Yeah, that's right. So before you go judging her, and
condemning her, and jumping to conclusions, why don't you take
the time to get to know her? Of course, I realize that's
pretty much impossible because the only thing you seem to care
about in this world is yourself!"
Olivia took a step
closer, so there were only inches of space between them.
"Bullshit. One of
the first things you said to me you came back was I was
probably wondering where you'd been. No apology. No sorrow. No
regrets. You made it all about you, and where YOU were and
what YOU wanted, with no regard to my feelings or how you
devastated me. It didn't even seem to occur to you that I
might be hurt."
"I told you that I
was sorry," Natalia said in a half-sob as she picked up
the towel to take to Doris.
Olivia's took a deep
breath and roughly stole the towel from Natalia. Then she
turned to the bartender and asked, "Can I get two dry
up," the bartender said. Even as she went to work on the
drinks she kept an eye on Olivia, as if making sure things
weren't going to escalate into something violent.
said as she faced Natalia again, "I'm not on a date with
Doris. I'm single. Just like you. So you're absolutely right.
You can DO what you want. You can WORK where you want. And you
can SEE who you want. You owe me nothing. Just like I owe you
nothing. I thought you'd moved beyond this life though,"
she said waving her hands about the room. "You're more
than a woman who serve drinks."
"I wish I had done
better too in my job search," Natalia agreed. "But I
need fast cash, and this pays well. In fact, I've already
earned half of this month's house payment in tips
tonight." Now it was Olivia's turn to look amazed.
"Yeah, apparently women adore me. Show a little cleavage,
bat my eyelashes, laugh at their jokes and make money hand
"So you'd rather
sell out then?"
"No, but I made
huge mistakes and now I don't have a choice."
"Well, that's what
you get when you dump your sugar momma without a word."
Olivia said spitefully.
The comment left Natalia
raging, but she took a deep breath first. "You really
think that's how I view you, or-or-or that my mistakes are
just financial ones?"
"You bit the hand
that feeds you, Natalia."
"No," she said
as she pointed. "I worried about what strangers would
think about us, about me, and I made the mistake of leaving
the woman I love, and a job I enjoyed – a job I was good at
– because I worried about the opinions of others."
"So what am I
supposed to do? Hire you back now because you suddenly decided
that you love me regardless of what the world thinks? I should
just overlook the fact that you had so little faith in me –
in us – that you left for over a month without a word?
Because you were...what? Ashamed? That's a crock and cookies
and flowers don't make that go away."
"No, those things
are just a means to open the door to conversations that can
make it better."
"And how BETTER do
you feel right now after THIS conversation?" Olivia
woman at a table to the left of them called over interrupting
them. "Can we place an order?"
"I'll be right
there," Natalia told them. She then turned back to
Olivia. "I need to get to work, but just so you know, I
don't find the same dignity and respect here that I got when I
was working as your personal assistant, got it? But, as you've
made it pointedly clear, that's over… so if I wanna keep the
farmhouse, I NEED this job."
Olivia didn't say
anything as the bartender sat down two martini glasses in
front of her. She downed one of the glasses again in five
gulps and put it on the bar; empty. She watched as Carmen
began to walk by and she reached out and gently touched her
"Would you still
dance from me, Sweetheart?" Olivia asked her in a
Carmen hesitated for a
moment as she glanced at Natalia. She noticed how the new
waitress's bottom lip began to tremble. Natalia darted away,
going over to the table that called her.
said happily, masking any discomfort she might have.
"Table dance or the champagne room?"
Olivia looked Carmen up
and down, soaking up the view. "Whichever one you think
would cheer me up the most."
"The champagne room
it is then," Carmen replied with a smile. "It does
cost more though. It's fifty. A table dance is ten, just so
Olivia smiled and
reached into her front pocket and pulled out a small wad of
money from what appeared to be a roll of hundreds. She took
one bill off of the roll and handed the hundred-dollar bill to
"Keep the change,
Sweetie. Will you come and get me in 15 minutes?" she
asked that she pointed to table where Doris was still sitting.
"You got it,"
Carmen said gladly.
Natalia began to walk
back to the bar with her new drink order. Olivia nodded her
thanks to Carmen. However, she didn't give Natalia a second
glance as she picked up the full martini glass in one hand and
the rag in another to head back to her table with Doris.
Natalia faced the bar,
handing the order ticket over, as Carmen took a step closer to
work," the dancer insisted. "If I turn down a client
without just cause Rachel'll find someone to replace me and
"No, I get
it," Natalia stopped her. "I don't like it, but…she's
a paying customer so what can I do, right? Nothing."
Natalia took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "I
got other tables to serve anyway," she said before she
walked toward a new group that were getting settled.
The bartender looked at
Carmen and shook her head.
"I sure wouldn't
want to be in your shoes, well, to be more accurate, your
'fuck me pumps,' right now," she teased.
"I'm just gonna do
my job," Carmen replied. "I'm a dancer, not a call
"Natalia is still going to hate me though, isn't
the bartender drawled out.
"Damn it," she
said as she motioned for a shot, which the bartender happily
Olivia tossed the towel to Doris and put the new martini in
front of her.
"Drink up! We’re gonna get lit tonight and have
fun!" she said excitedly as she took her seat.
Just then a couple approached their table and Olivia
instantly made eye contact with the taller of the two women.
She was a fiery redhead with bedroom eyes that matched Olivia.
As they walked near the table, making their way out of the
bar, Olivia’s eyes still followed the tall woman. The tall
woman, for her part, continued to stare back at her with a
"Hey," the other woman walking with the object of
Olivia’s affection said roughly. She brought the pair to a
stop. She was a short-haired, brusque looking woman who put
her arm possessively around the tall, slender beauty.
"What do you think you’re looking at?"
"Oh shit," Doris muttered under her breath.
Olivia didn’t break eye contact with the tall woman as
"The hottie on your arm," she replied. She then
finally looked to the woman’s partner. "You’re very
Olivia’s eyes devoured the woman and the stranger –
obviously flattered by the attention – bashfully pushed her
long red hair behind her ear. The gruff woman gave her lover a
tug, leading her away from Olivia as quickly as possible. She
could see the pair starting to bicker as they left. Olivia
then turned back to Doris with a smile.
"I think I started a dyke fight," Olivia
whispered conspiratorially. She then erupted into a fit of
"So, uh, just how many of those have you had so
far?" she asked as she motioned to the martini glass.
"Three," Olivia said and then thought about it.
"Two?" She thought again and gave up and said,
"One! Liftoff!" She then began to giggle wildly
"Yeah, you’re liftin’ off alright," Doris
told her. "I'd better catch up."
With that she downed the rest of her martini and motioned
to another nearby waitress. "Another dry one,
please?" she asked waving her martini glass. The waitress
gave her a thumbs up sign. "So I was right again, huh?
The martini’s here are good," she told Olivia.
"I can’t say. I’m not really tasting them. I just
wanna get blasted. Ya know? Sometimes you just wanna…"
"Get shitfaced," Doris finished.
"Yeahhhhhhsss!" she slurred.
Olivia then raised her glass to Doris and after a few
swings finished her glass too. Again, she shook her shoulders
to shake off ‘the burn’ and then yelled over to the
waitress Doris just talked to and said, "Make it four
"Four?! Liv, I drove here!" Doris reminded her.
"Take a cab to the Beacon. Not like you can’t get a
room there. Hell, if I drink enough, I’ll take you home with
me." Olivia ogled her and then laughed.
"Oh, no." Doris shook her head. "I’ll take
the room, just not you."
"What’s wrong with me?" Olivia asked, growing
serious. "Why do women hate me and find me so
"Undesirable?" Doris snorted. "Oh please.
'Big Red' would have dumped that Chaz Bono wannabe in a
heartbeat if you asked her. So, really, don’t give me that
"Maybe, but that’s because she doesn’t know me,
right? Because to know me is to…to hate me. Let’s face it.
Women who know me don't want me."
"Fine. You want the truth, Olivia? The whole truth
about why I won’t bed you?"
"Is the truth gonna hurt, because, really, I’ve been
through the wringer lately?" she asked nervously.
"The reason is I love you," Doris replied.
"But I love Natalia. Sure, I don’t trust her. And I
can’t live with her, but…"
"No, not like that," Doris answered. "I’ve
never had a best friend, but you…you’re someone I can pal
around with and you're the first person who ever made me think
that maybe – just maybe – I could have something more than
a closeted love life. And yes, although you blackmailed me, I
think now, if I really needed someone…you’d be there for
me…But then again, maybe you don’t feel like that, and I’m
just a way for you to kill time."
Even in her ever-growing drunken state Olivia could hear
the fear and uncertainty in Doris’s voice at the confession.
The rawness of it touched her.
"Hey," Olivia said gently. "You’re not a
time waster for me a-and I meant what I said in the lobby. You
really are my best friend." Olivia started to tear up and
said, "Besides, you're right. The last time I wanted to
bed my best friend...look what happened. Still… I love you
too." Olivia sniffed and repeated, "I love you
Doris sighed and rolled her eyes. "Thanks, but you’re
"I know," Olivia said and then began to grin.
"But that doesn’t make my love any less valid…It’s
just a bit more vocal at the moment."
Doris smiled at Olivia and then stood up.
"Come on," she said sounding optimistic. She
helped Olivia get to her feet. "Let’s go get hammered
at the bar."
Olivia’s palm slapped the table. "Now you’re
Doris and Olivia worked their way to the bar. Once there,
Doris motioned the bartender toward her.
"Hey, Beautiful," she began with a compliment.
"Four tequila shooters. Monte Alban Mezcal if you’ve
got it, please," she added holding up four fingers.
"You’re not driving tonight are you, Dori?" the
bartender asked in a loud voice to be heard over the din of
the growing crowd of partiers.
Dori? Olivia mouthed silently to Doris as she smiled.
Doris held up a finger to Olivia and then answered the
"No, we’ve got a car coming from the Beacon to pick
us up." She then turned to Olivia. "You better call
the driver now before we get wasted."
"What do you mean BEFORE? I already am." Olivia
laughed and began to dial her phone. "So what’s with
the ‘Dori,’ huh?"
"I know the bartender well."
"Very." Doris just smirked. "It was years
ago though; at college; practically another lifetime ago. But
we parted on good terms. Actually, there isn’t a woman I’ve
parted on bad terms with."
Olivia held up her finger this time and talked to someone
for a moment. Then she hung up.
"We’re all set. Tommie’s on his way."
"I don’t wanna leave now," Doris whined.
"No, he’s gonna wait outside for us until we’re
At that moment a brunette woman who wore a ‘dental floss’
bikini walked up to them. She put her arm around Doris’s
"Madam Mayor, I didn’t see you come in." She
then looked to Olivia giving her an appraising eye. "A
new friend?" The spin she put on ‘friend’ wasn’t
lost on anyone in the small triangle.
"This is Olivia. Liv, this is Rochelle AKA Roxy. I’m
going to teach Liv here how to do a Lesbo Shooter."
"Oooh, can I watch?" Rochelle asked. "You
know what a voyeur I am," she laughed.
"Can you keep a secret?" Doris asked and Rochelle
nodded. "You’re not the woman I want to see it."
Rochelle looked intrigued. "It’s your new barmaid,
Natalia." Doris pointed her out and Rochelle nodded
"Why her?" Rochelle asked.
"She’s Olivia’s ex. She left Liv for a month –
no phone call, no letter, no nothing."
"That’s cold," Rochelle said.
"Here’s the kicker – she just showed back up out
of the blue, wanting her back."
"After you two got together?" Rochelle clarified.
Doris turned to Olivia and asked, "Why does everyone
think we’re couple?"
"Because we look fuckin’ hot together," Olivia
said as she swayed slightly.
Doris chuckled and turned back to Rochelle. "No, we’re
not a couple," she explained. "I just wanna…make
Natalia a little jealous. Maybe next time she’ll think twice
on breaking a beautiful woman’s heart. Think you can
Rochelle grinned. "How exactly?"
Doris smiled deviously. "Get her to look over here at
the bar somehow when we do the shooter. I’ll raise my glass
in a toast over to you to cue you to move in."
Rochelle laughed heartily. "You are evil Wolfe,"
"Will you help?" Doris asked hopefully.
"I’m just as evil so, yeah, I’m in." She
patted Doris’s arm and then slowly walked toward the corner
where Natalia was taking an order.
Sitting on the bar before Doris and Olivia was everything
they needed – salt, tequilas shots and lime wedges.
"Now, watch me," Doris said as she raised her
glass to Rochelle, who nodded from across the room and closed
the distance toward Natalia. Doris held up the rind of the
lime and motioned for Olivia to open her mouth. After it was
secure between Olivia’s lips, Doris then took Olivia’s
hand and flipped it over, exposing the back of Olivia’s
wrist. She gave it a long lick from the back of the palm to
halfway to her elbow. Olivia giggled at the contact, so much
so that she had to use her free hand to keep the lime from
slipping from her mouth. Doris then poured the salt over
Olivia’s wet skin.
On the other side of the room Rochelle tapped Natalia on
the shoulder and pointed to the bar.
"I think your other order came up."
Natalia looked over just in time to see the escapades and
she held her breath.
Back at the bar, Doris leaned over and licked Olivia’s
arm. She quickly downed the shot. Then she used one hand to
grab Olivia’s waist and the other to cup her face. Doris
brought their lips together to steal the lime, lingering as
she sucked out the juice. The woman surrounding the bar began
to hoot and holler and cheer them on.
Doris gave a shake as she pulled away, taking the lime from
her mouth and putting it on the bar.
"Oh, I gotta try that," Olivia said in a deep,
delighted voice. "It’s salt, shot, lime… right?"
Doris nodded and reached for the lime, but Olivia
intercepted it and seductively placed it in Doris’s mouth,
letting her fingertips linger on Doris’s cheek and lips. The
small gathering at the bar began to ‘woo’ and give a few
catcalls. Next, Olivia reached up and pushed Doris’s blouse
from her shoulder, exposing her shoulder and neck. Olivia’s
tongue lazily licked along the valley, when again the
gathering at the bar hooted their approval at the display.
Olivia’s tongue began traveling up to Doris’s earlobe
where she let her tongue bat at the hanging appendage for a
few seconds while she poured on the salt.
"You know," Doris remarked as she pulled the lime
out of her mouth for a moment. "You’re slightly better
at this than I thought you’d be."
She put the lime back in again while a short round of
laughter filled the small area. Rather than comment though,
Olivia simply grabbed one of Doris’s ass cheek’s in one
hand, which made the older woman whimper, ‘Oh, damn’ from
behind the lime perched between her lips. Olivia then used her
other hand to pick up the shot. She licked the salt fast from
Doris’s pulse point, nipping with her teeth slightly, which
made Doris moan. She then downed the shot. Immediately after,
she began to suck on the offered lime, still wedged between
Doris’s lips. Using just her teeth, Olivia stole the lime.
But rather than sucking it, she let it slip to the floor as
her lips took position of Doris’s. The gathering around them
grew even more loud and rowdy.
As Olivia pulled back slightly, Doris gently eased herself
from Olivia’s embrace and faced the bar.
"Okay," Doris remarked as gently as possible.
"We’re moving into naughty territory now."
"You, uh, you didn’t like that?" Olivia
remarked, full aware of the effect she was starting to having
on Doris and enjoying the power.
"Oh no, that’s great," Doris replied. "A
little too great actually because, uh, friends don’t…kiss
"Josh Lewis is my friend. I’ve kiss him like that
recently," Olivia countered.
Doris paused and then grinned. "The Josh Lewis you
almost went to bed with?" Olivia nodded to the question.
"Yeah, I rest my case."
"Always the lawyer," Olivia mumbled with a slight
"You’re likin’ this, huh?"
Olivia didn’t answer at first. "You were
"I’m finding a whole new part of myself that I
like." She then got a shrewd look on her face. "It’s
nice to see I have sexual power over women."
Doris laughed and said, "Fuck you, Spencer."
"Admit it, Wolfe," Olivia countered as she
chuckled. "I’m gettin’ you horny and you’re gonna
end up back at Jamanda’s tonight, aren’t you? I do all the
work and she gets all the fun! Son of a bitch!" Olivia
said in mock anger and she slammed her hand on the bar.
"I never get the girl, goddamn it!"
Olivia and Doris both began to laugh and bump shoulders.
"You know that’s not true," Doris told her.
"You could have the girl now if you’d just get off your
friggin’ high horse."
Carmen walked up and put her arm around Olivia’s shoulder
before she could answer Doris.
"You ready for the dance now, Gorgeous?" she
Olivia looked back at Doris with a smirk and then turned to
"Lead the way, Sweetie."
Carmen held Olivia's hand as they walked down the narrow,
"You know," Carman said in a soft voice,
"there's something I would love to do with you that I've
never been able to do with any other client. Do you think
you'd be interested?"
Olivia smiled broadly. "That depends. What did you
have in mind?"
Carmen looked reluctant. "Well, I've always wondered
what it would be like to dance for someone who's
"Ooookay," Olivia said not quite understanding
"When you think about it, it makes sense. Men rely too
much on their visual sense," Carmen explained. "They
like pretty girls. Okay, so do I, but…women, well…they use
all their senses to get aroused – sound, smell, taste…touch."
Carmen’s free hand traveled up Olivia’s arm as they
continued to walk.
"I’m not sure how I can use my sense of touch. I
thought you had a hands-off policy here?" Olivia asked
"We do…But it’s up to each dancer’s discretion
of how much is allowed."
"Is that so?" Olivia smiled.
Carmen licked her lips and nodded.
"So, would you be willing to give my little blind
experiment a try? You know, technically, you paid enough for
two dances although you only asked for one, but maybe one of
those can be with the blindfold and one without? That way you’re
not out anything if you don’t like my idea. Whadda ya say?
Carmen came to stop in front of an open door. Inside the
vacant room was a sofa and a small table with a chilled bottle
of Champaign in a bucket of ice. Nearby were two down-turned
flutes. Olivia watched as Carmen walked inside and motioned
her to follow. She picked up one of the glasses and poured
some alcohol inside before handing it out to Olivia.
Olivia took a deep breath and looked back down the hallway
for a moment.
What are you looking for? Her? You think she’ll make some
valiant gesture, riding in on a white horse to save you from a
mistake? No. Just let it go. Let her go. Let Carmen get this…thing…out
of your system. Let her scratch the itch that Nata… that she
started and won't scratch.
Olivia closed the distance and took the offered glass.
"You can do whatever you want to me," she told
the dancer. Carmen smiled and Olivia took a step closer.
"Whatever you want," she emphasized again.
Carmen looked excited and pleased at the prospect.
"Let’s start by taking a seat," she said as she
motioned Olivia to the sofa. She reached over to the end table
and picked up a black blindfold as Olivia sat down. Carmen
straddled Olivia’s waist, but never allowed any part of her
body to touch Olivia. She slowly reached up gently put the
blindfold over Olivia’s eyes. "I have a confession to
make," Carmen said softly in Olivia’s ear as she leaned
over to adjust the strap. "I see lots of women come
through here on Ladies Night, but you by far are one of the
sexiest. I’m delighted you’re giving me this chance."
Olivia grinned. "What can I say? I gotta weakness for
hot Latina women."
"Hot Latina, huh? Mucho Gracis," Carmen replied
in a thick accent.
Olivia’s lips formed a small pout and, to no one in
particular, she mumbled, "I like it better the way she
Carmen was grateful that Olivia was blindfolded. She wasn’t
able to see how the observation in such a small, sad voice
broke her heart. She knew who ‘she’ was, but maybe she
could make things better. She reached up and stroked Olivia’s
cheeks with her fingertips.
"Let’s make some fantasies come true," she told
her. "I’m going to go close the door to give us some
privacy before I start the music, okay?"
Olivia simply nodded. She heard Carmen’s heels clicking
across the hardwood floor followed by the sound of a techno
drum starting a slow beat that sounded a bit like a heartbeat.
After the synthesizer and Trent Reznor’s throaty voice
kicked in she recognized the song.
It was Closer by Nine Inch Nails.
Olivia instinctively raised her head slightly when she felt
fingertips dancing across her checks again.
You let me violate you
She took a staggering breath when those fingers made their
way down to her throat.
You let me desecrate you
One set of those fingers began to tease the neckline of her
You let me penetrate you
The other fingers grabbed the back of her head roughly,
collecting a fist full of hair and giving a slight tug.
You let me complicate you
Olivia moaned in response.
Help me; I broke apart my insides
She felt nails running along her bust line.
Help me; I've got no soul to sell
She swallowed down another moan.
Help me; the only thing that works for me
She reached her hands up to touch the naked thigh inches
Help me get away from myself
Suddenly, her hand got playfully slapped and she smiled.
Next, she heard the sexy dancer above her start to sing
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
Olivia leaned forward and inhaled deeply.
I wanna fuck you like an animal
"God, you smell like her," Olivia groaned.
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
On the word ‘God’, Olivia felt the blindfold tossed
away and she opened her eyes to see Natalia scantly clad above
her. The Latina’s growing belly hung slightly over the
g-string she as her growing breasts were barely contained
behind the thin material of a bikini top.
"Not the body I expected to have for my ‘I love
Olivia’ dance," she replied. "But I mean every
word." She began to stroke Olivia’s face, making the
older woman close her eyes and soak up the gesture. "You
get me closer to God, Olivia."
The hotelier let out a ragged breath and gave a weak
response of, "Let me go."
Natalia locked eyes with Olivia, placing the older woman’s
hands on her hips.
"Natalia," Olivia practically begged as she tried
"No," the Latina answered firmly. "You paid
for a dance. You get a dance." With that, she ran her
hands up Olivia’s arms.
You can have my isolation
She settled herself more securely on Olivia’s lap.
You can have the hate that it brings
She worked one hands to the back of Olivia’s head
You can have my absence of faith
With the other hand she released the top of the swimsuit.
You can have my everything
She led the hotelier’s head toward her naked breasts.
Help me tear down my reason
Olivia released a groan that was a mix of frustration and
Help me; it's your sex I can smell
She quickly gave up any internal conflict though. She
secured the half naked woman above her with one arm and hand
she had placed around Natalia’s back.
Help me; you make me perfect
Her other hand gripped the offered breast as she led it to
her salivating mouth.
Help me become somebody else
Olivia brought the taunt nipple into her mouth, licking and
sucking with abandon.
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
Natalia’s fingers dug back into Olivia’s scalp, egging
her on even more.
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
Natalia used one hand to reach around to Olivia’s hand
that was on her back. She led it down between her thighs.
Seconds later, the younger woman’s hips began to grind
against Olivia’s fingertips.
"Feel how much I want you?" Natalia asked.
Olivia could only groan against Natalia’s breast as her
fingers continued to slide across the slick, thin piece of
material between Natalia’s legs. "I know you want me
Olivia’s fingers crossed the threshold of Natalia’s
silken folds and the Latina’s head fell back.
"You’re so wet and warm," Olivia said in
Natalia pulled herself back from the pleasure she was
feeling. She reached down and stopped Olivia’s movements.
"But we can’t do this, Olivia. Not h-."
"Damn it!" Olivia swore. She took Natalia by the
upper arms and moved her to the side. She stood up and had to
adjust her own panties. "You know what you are? You’re
a fuckin’ clit tease. And I’m the chump who keeps falling
for the ‘come here; go away’ routine. God, I’m such an
Olivia stormed toward the door.
"You wait! I’m not a tease! I love you! I’ll give
you everything, but I’ll be damned that I’m going to have
our first time be in the backroom of a strip club!"
"Then why even do this, huh? Why the dance?"
Natalia thought a moment and grinned. "Ever heard the
expression actions speak louder than words?" she shot
Olivia chuckled. "Great! Just throw that back at me.
That was over six months ago and I still haven’t moved
beyond second base."
"Sweetie, you were almost 'sliding into home' a few
"And guess who threw me out of the game yet
again?" Olivia remarked as she waved in Natalia’s
"Fine," Natalia said as she took off the g-string
to be completely nude. "Let’s do it! Right here! Right
now! If that’s what it’s going to take to prove I love you
I’ll do it!"
Olivia fell silent. "I’d rather not have you at all
than have you this way…Goodbye Natalia…I want you to have
a great life."
Unable to speak Natalia silently watched as Olivia left the
room. Quickly as she could, Natalia put the bikini on so she
could give chase to her departing lover.
Olivia stormed through the bar, searching for Doris.
Finally, she spotted her in one of the corners with three
girls dancing for her. Olivia rolled her eyes and made her way
"Let’s go," Olivia told her. "We’re
Doris looked at Swiss Miss to her right and Cinnamon on her
left as Roxy continued to play with her hair from behind the
"Now?" she asked incredulously with a hint of
disappointment. "Swiss Miss and Cinnamon here were about
to…make a mocha latte." Doris began to giggle like a
naughty schoolgirl. "It’s really worth the price of
"Yes, now. Come on," Olivia ordered nervously.
Doris, even in her drunken state, picked up on it.
"Olivia? Did something bad happened with Carmen?"
she asked. That’s when she saw Natalia round the corner
heading their way. Although she had on a red silk robe that
match the bikini it wasn’t staying in place very well as she
raced toward the table.
Doris looked like the cat that ate the canary. "Oh my
god, did she…? Did you…?"
"No questions," Olivia said firmly. "I mean
it, let’s go."
"You know," Doris grinned devilishly,
"pregnant or not, Natalia is looking purty damn good. I
mean… look at her breasts...they’re huge. I thought the
cocktail outfit was something, but that is just… How could
ya-how could ya not wanna reach out and touch those, really?
Or did you touch ‘em and that’s the problem?"
"Doris, shut up. We’re outta here, okay?"
Olivia turned to see Natalia still closing the distance
between them. "I’m not up for this," Olivia said
as she turned back to face Doris. "We need to
But just about the time Olivia expected Natalia to arrive
she heard her yelp instead. She turned around to the noise and
saw Natalia now on the lap of a woman two tables behind them.
Olivia watched as Natalia tried to stand up, but the woman
held her in place. She then turned back to Doris and nodded
her head toward where Natalia was being contained. Doris
recognized the look.
"No, no, no, no, no, no," Doris said quickly.
"We’ll get a bouncer. Don’t you go over there and…"
It was too late. Olivia was already on her way. "Son of a
bitch," Doris hissed.
Natalia’s admirer licked her lips.
"Not so fast there, Sweetie. I’m not gonna bite…hard."
The woman’s friends around the table chuckled slightly.
"Seriously," she said as she addressed her cohorts,
"a woman is never more womanly, or beautiful, as when she’s
carrying a child." The intruder then turned back to
Natalia. "You are gorgeous, Sweet Thing. How about a
The woman’s hand began to creep up Natalia’s thigh,
traveling to the center of her legs. Olivia’s stare on them
"Thanks," Natalia said in obvious discomfort as
she grabbed the woman’s wrist. "But really, I’m, uh,
not dancing, sorry."
"Well, you sure do look like you’re ready in that
outfit," the brute countered.
"This outfit is for one person and one person only and
that person isn’t you." Natalia said firmly. The
intruder’s friends began to razz her for Natalia’s zinger,
which only fueled the drunk’s agitation even more. She
tightened her hold and Natalia struggled again,
"You know what Sweetie? I oughta-."
"Back the fuck off!"
Olivia’s deep voice cut the woman short and Natalia
looked over to see Olivia standing there in front of them. The
sight of her standing there, made Natalia relax enough to
release the breath she’d suddenly been holding. But almost
as quickly, a new anxiety began to take hold. She knew that
look in Olivia’s eyes. If that woman made one false move or
made one comment Olivia didn’t like, then there was going to
be hell to pay and Olivia Spencer would rain down fire and
brimstone upon her.
Back at the other table, Doris watched the exchange.
"Shit," she sighed. She quickly tossed three
twenties on the table. "Thanks so much ladies, but the
show’s over," she added before she walked over to stand
All three dancers looked at one another. Swiss Miss and
Cinnamon nodded to Roxy, who quickly made her way toward the
bar to get help. Swiss Miss and Cinnamon, however, slowly
walked over to come to Natalia’s aid.
Olivia’s demand, however, didn’t deter the woman from
releasing Natalia just yet.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she asked
Olivia’s jaw tightened.
"Your worst fucking nightmare if you don’t get your
goddamn, dirty hands off her now."
The woman laughed openly at Olivia’s hostility.
"You? With those manicured fingernails and that Yves
Saint-Laurent suit? Yeah, Dollface, I’d like to see you
For a moment, no one moved. No one even breathed for a full
"Well, me and these Prada shoes are gonna kick your
ass into next Sunday. Stand up if you’ve got the guts."
Suddenly, the woman trapping Natalia raised her hands up.
The Latina took the chance to get away and Doris quickly
reached out to lead her behind her, and out of harms way. The
admirer then stood up and towered above them. Olivia and Doris
literally had to crank their necks to retain eye contact.
"Fuck," Doris sighed into Olivia’s ear.
"Figures you had to pick a fight with a redwood,
The woman made a fist and cracked her knuckles against her
other hand. Natalia raced back around the duo to stand between
the bully and Olivia.
"You don’t wanna do this," Natalia told the
stranger. "She’s a heart transplant patient. You hit
her; you could kill her and you don’t want a fun night to
end up being a lifetime mistake, okay?"
"I’ll take my chances," the woman said as
reared back her arm.
Olivia raised her fists, but before the bully could release
the blow, Doris charged. She tackled her around the
mid-section, sending both of them across a nearby table.
Olivia threw her hands up in the air in disbelief and perhaps
slight disappointment in not being able to defend Natalia’s
honor. But seeing Doris jump into action prompted the
troublemaker’s three friends to jump up from behind their
table. One went to the bully’s aid while the other two raced
"Noooo!" Natalia screamed as one of them hit
Olivia in the eye, sending her to the floor. She tried to
reach out to her, but Cinnamon pulled her back and led her out
of the way again. "I need to help her," Natalia
"Relax, girl. Relax." She looked over her
shoulder to see Olivia kick one of the rumblers in the crotch,
making her crumple to the floor. Olivia rolled to her feet and
ducked as the other friend threw a punch. "I don’t
think she needs help. She’s actually doin’ okay without ya,"
she added as she motioned her head for Natalia to look.
After avoiding the punch aimed for her, Olivia shoved her
attacker with all her might, sending the woman over the table.
Then she looked down to see Doris on the floor, straddling
Natalia’s attacker as one of the attackers friends had Doris
in a chokehold.
"Let her go, bitch!" Olivia yelled as reached
down and grabbed the woman’s hair.
Around them all the woman began gather around and chant,
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Olivia used her free hand to pop the other woman in the
nose, making her lose her grip on Doris.
"Oh, that’s gonna hurt," Swiss Miss said
excited as Doris’s attackers nose began to bleed. Cinnamon
and Natalia, standing next to her, by contrast, looked
Olivia cast Doris’s assailant aside, but it wasn’t soon
enough. The original bully pushed Doris off of her and quickly
darted to her feet. Olivia didn’t have time to be scared.
She looked over at Natalia for only a few seconds, but it was
enough. She could see Natalia was scared.
And that made her angry.
No one scares my baby.
"You’re dead," the bully said as she swung at
As Olivia ducked, she lost her footing and landed on a
table behind her. She didn’t waste the opportunity the
landing provided. She grabbed a nearby beer bottle. She had to
jump slightly to do it, but she connected with the bully’s
jaw, shattering the glass. The woman’s eyes glazed over for
a moment and she swayed briefly before she crashed to the
"The harder they fall," Olivia told the
unconscious woman as she tossed the now broken beer bottle to
Natalia smiled proudly for a moment, but then tried to look
"Oh please," Cinnamon said brushing her off with
a wave of her hand. "What girl doesn’t think it’s
sexy when someone defends her honor, huh?"
Doris and Olivia, both bruised and slightly bloody, stood
back to back and watched as the hooligan’s friends began to
"Kid, the next time I say, 'Let's go someplace like
Bolivia', let's go someplace like Bolivia," Doris teased,
quoting the famous last scene from Butch Cassidy and the
"I loved that movie," Olivia giggled as she
raised her fists.
"Me too. I just didn’t think my life would end the
"You mean surrounded, outnumbered and with your best
friend watching your back," Olivia added. Doris smiled.
"There are worse ways to go."
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" a loud female voice
boomed near the bar, bringing everything to a grinding halt.
The bully, who was laid out on the floor, began to come to
and slowly tried to sit up.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Rachel, the club’s owner, voice was powerful. She was an
older woman; perhaps early-sixties, but she was still rather
fit for her age. She looked more like a grandmother who baked
cookies; not someone who ran a strip club…well, an angry
grandmother who just found out the kids broke one of her
favorite decorative plates.
She walked with a bouncer on each side of her as she looked
over and saw Natalia refastening her robe.
"Why are you wearing that?" she asked.
Natalia opened her mouth to speak, but Rachel raised her
hand before she could utter a syllable.
"Never mind. Just get dressed and go to my
office." She then turned to Olivia and Doris. "Are
you fighting in my bar?"
"No," Doris insisted, while at the same time
Olivia admitted, "Yeah." Doris shot Olivia a dirty
look and Olivia quickly turned to Rachel. "But it was
self-defense," she added and Doris nodded
"Bitch hit me with a beer bottle," the thug on
the floor groaned.
Olivia looked pissed.
"You were playing grab ass with my…" Olivia
trailed off. What is Natalia exactly? "…acquaintance,"
‘Acquaintance?’ Doris mouthed to Olivia, looking
annoyed in at her choice of description.
Rachel looked around to all of them.
"Forget it. I don’t want to hear anymore. The cops
are coming so you can tell them… and if I catch any of you
fighting again I’ll come out and kick your asses
myself." She then turned to her bouncers. "Get ‘em
all outta here," she ordered before walking away.
Moments later, she walked back into her office and Natalia
shot up from the seat she was waiting in.
"My friends didn’t mean to cause trouble," the
Latina began nervously. "That woman on the floor wouldn’t
let me go and they just-."
Natalia stopped talking as Rachel held up a single finger.
"I’m not going to ask why you weren’t at your
station. I’m not going to ask why you were in a g-string
bikini in the middle of my floor. I’m not even going to ask
why the Mayor of Springfield got into a fistfight in my bar.
But I am going to ask that you return that uniform," she
said as she motioned to waitress outfit Natalia wore.
"No," she said worried. "Please. Look, it
was a one-time deal and I really need this job right
"Sweetie," she told her. "You seem like a
nice girl. It’s not personal. I can’t have people come in
here starting fights, for whatever reason. The truth is…you’ve
got more drama around you than I can deal with – emotionally
Natalia said nothing at first and then she nodded.
"I understand. The resources I provide simply aren’t
worth the cost associated with my employment. They’ll be a
police report filed and that won’t be very appealing to your
insurers. In fact, it might even decrease your bottom line
profit for the year if you need to pay more in insurance fees.
I get it."
"Honey?" Natalia just looked at her expectantly
to continue. "You sound like a business executive. What
the hell are you doing serving drinks in this dive?"
Natalia smiled sadly. "That’s a long story…Let’s
just say it’s a slow job market. But as for this place, I
don’t think it’s a dive – it’s got a special…
Rachel grinned. "You’re okay, Kid…" Natalia
gave her a sincere smile. "But I still gotta fire
you," she added.
"I know," Natalia replied. "But I have
faith. Something will turn up. I’m sure."
Outside, Doris was holding one of her temples. She was
seated alone on the curb as a pair of dark gray slacks paced
in front of her.
"Okay, let’s take it from the top. What are you
doing in a strip club?" the man asked from above her.
Doris released a frustrated sigh.
"I told you once, Detective Cooper. I’m Mayor to all
the people in Springfield. Ladies Night gives me a chance to
interact with the lesbian community I might not otherwise
Olivia walked over and took a seat beside Doris.
"Go figure," Frank sighed. "Olivia’s here
Olivia looked up at him, but didn’t bother to comment.
"How goes it?" she asked Doris instead.
"Slowly. I keep getting asked the same questions at
"Hey, Frank?" Olivia said raising a finger.
"Here’s an idea. Why don’t you just record the
interview and listen to it again later if you want to hear an
answer more than once."
Doris and Olivia began to giggle.
Frank’s brow furrowed.
"Are you two here together?" Frank asked and more
"Again, someone asks about our couplehood?"
"You are, aren’t you? Geeze, Olivia, Natalia wasn’t
enough? You get bored? So now you gotta go after our
"You know what?" Doris said before Olivia could
answer. "For a man who doesn’t have the sense to put on
a fucking condom you’ve got a lot to say about relationships
"Oh my god," Olivia muttered and held back a
"Am I right?" she asked Olivia. "Think of
how much simpler your life and Natalia’s life would have
been if he wrapped his rascal."
"I don’t want to think about Frank’s rascal,
okay?" Olivia replied. "I’m already starting to
"That’s them!" they all heard a voice say
behind them. The three of them looked over to see the bully
pointing them out. "I’m pressing charges. I’m going
to sue them both for everything they have!"
Olivia turned to Doris. "I suddenly remembered why I
don’t get into bar fights – it’s the liability."
"We could be seriously screwed here," Doris
whispered. "Why didn’t we think of this sooner?"
Olivia paused. "We were drunker than we are now."
"Yeah, I’m losing my buzz fast… I need a drink.
Olivia began to giggle again.
"I think you ladies should call it a night,"
"We didn’t ask what you think," Doris shot
back, "and just so you know, that wasn’t an invitation
to join us."
The bully began to get loud again and continued pointing.
"I want those two arrest on assault charges! They went
after me and my friends!" The three friends, also
standing there, nodded.
"Detective," Natalia said from the doorway, as
she held two clear bags of ice in her hand. Roxy, Swiss Miss
and Cinnamon followed behind her as she walked toward the
Doris, Olivia and Frank watched from a distance as Natalia
spoke to the detective and pointed at all the ‘main players’
in that night’s action. Once in awhile the dancers would nod
in agreement and point as well.
After a few moments, the angry bully looked even more
agitated. But without a word, her and her friends motioned to
a cab and climbed inside. Natalia shook the detective’s hand
and then hugged the strippers who’d followed her. As the
dancers went back inside, Natalia made her way over to Doris,
Olivia and Frank, bags still in hand.
"Here you go Lancelot and Gawain," Natalia said
handing one bag to Olivia and the other to Doris.
"Figured my knights could both use an ice pack about
Doris put her on her jaw. "What just happened over
there?" she asked as she pointed to where Natalia just
"Oh, I told the loudmouth that if she wanted to press
charges against you two I would press sexual assault charges
against her. The girls came out as witnesses to what
"You’re working here?" Frank asked.
"I don’t have a job right now," Natalia
"Right," Olivia began as she pointed a finger at
Frank, "because, thanks to your big mouth daughter, she
left the Beacon. She didn’t want other people thinking we
were just a couple because of convenience, or at least that’s
what she told me at the time. Maybe she knew then she wanted
to ditch me."
"Olivia," Natalia sighed.
"I’m just sayin’."
"You’re drunk," Natalia said more for her
benefit than Olivia’s.
"Of course I am, but the point remains the same.
Besides, this is all moot now anyway. It’s over…"
"So you won’t help her?" Frank asked her
"There’s nothing I can do," Olivia said in a
"Bullshit," Frank and Doris both said in harmony.
"Look," Frank told Natalia, "if you need
money Natalia, I promise I’ll help you. I told you I would.
I don’t want the mother of my child working at a strip
"My thoughts exactly," Olivia said. "For
once, you and I agree on something, Frankie."
"Thank you both for being oh so chivalrous and sexist
regarding what the little woman can or can’t do…But it
doesn’t matter," Natalia said. "You’ll both be
happy to know I got fired tonight."
"She fired you because of us?" Doris asked.
Natalia shrugged. "It seems I’m a bit of a
liability, but that’s okay. I’ve got half of this month’s
house payment and I’ve got some money in my small savings
account. I-I think I’ll be okay."
"What about next month?" Doris asked concerned.
Natalia grinned tensely.
"I’m not thinking about that. I’m just taking
things one day at a time right now. And thankfully, this day
is almost over."
For a long moment, no one said anything until Doris spoke
"Hey Detective," she said trying to get to her
feet, but failing on her first attempt. Frank and Natalia gave
her a hand. "Thanks," she told them when she was
upright. "Think you can call me cab?" she asked him.
"Tommie is over there." Olivia motioned toward
"I’m going to call it a night, although I’ve had a
great time," Doris began, which made Olivia roll her eyes
as she tried to stand. "Hey, I did. You’re good company
Spencer and you’re never boring. Heck, I’ve never been in
a fight in my life. Okay, a slap fight with Beth Spaulding,
but I’m not sure that counts."
"You got into a fight with Beth Spaulding?"
"Short answer. I made a remark that kinda sounded like
a come-on and she, uh…she wasn’t real receptive…Well,
that and I wanted Alan’s money. That didn’t please her
"Story for another time?" Olivia said hopefully
as she made her way over.
"Absolutely," Doris answered and pulled her into
a hug. She whispered in Olivia’s ear. "Now if you’ll
excuse me it’s off to Towers to fetch me a younger, cute
waitress." She pulled back and nodded toward Natalia.
"I’d recommend you do the same." Olivia gave her a
bittersweet grin and Doris took her face in her hands. "I
know, you’re not ready yet, Liv. And fight it all you want,
but someday you'll want her again. Sooner rather than later I
Doris then turned around and walked slowly toward
"To Towers," she told him.
"Doris, you really need to go right to bed."
"I’m workin’ on it, so like I said...To
Frank just shook his head at what sounded like nonsense in
"So…" Natalia sighed. "Tommie’s here to
drive you home?"
"Staying with Ashlee tonight." There was a brief
pause and out of the blue Olivia added, "I’m not taking
you home with me."
"I wouldn’t go if you asked," Natalia replied.
"Pissed about the job, huh? I didn’t mean to…I
just saw her grabbing you and…You know why I don’t like to
see anyone being touched against her will. Especially…"
"Me?" Natalia offered.
"Yeah." Another silence filled the space between
them. "Why won’t you come home with me?" She asked
the question as if she were lagging behind in their
conversation by a few sentences.
Natalia grinned and rose to her feet. She came within two
feet of Olivia.
"Because you’re drunk. And you’re irresistible to
me. And I want our first time to be special."
"Natalia," Olivia sighed in frustration.
"Save the speech, okay?" she said as she saw
Tommie and motioned him toward them. "I know what you’re
going to say. And I know what I’m going to say. So let’s
just skip it and call it a night instead, alright?"
Olivia swayed slightly and Natalia took her by the upper
arms to keep her steady.
"You know what?" Olivia asked.
"If I could have one thing in the world, aside from Em
and Ava’s health and happiness forever, guess what it would
Olivia grinned. "Nice thought, but no."
"Nope. Give up?"
"My trust in you." Natalia flinched for a moment.
"If I had that, we could survive anything – the town’s
judgment…the pregnancy…the running away… hell, the
Coopers." Olivia giggled for a moment, but then looked
sullen. "But I’m thinking that, like world peace, that’s
just too high a goal to ever meet."
Tommie brought the car to a stop and Natalia opened the
"Good thing I know you’re wrong, my knight in
shining armor," Natalia replied.
She then stroked Olivia’s face and gave her a soft kiss
on the lips. Her heart fluttered when she felt Olivia return
it just slightly. As she pulled back, she was smiling.
"In ya go," she said as she led Olivia inside the
vehicle and helped her get her feet inside. She then turned to
Tommie. "Take care of her and plant someone inside her
room for the night in case she gets sick. And if she
complains, blame me. But don’t leave her; even if she
threatens a firing. She’s had a lot to drink tonight so she
shouldn’t be alone."
"I’ll take care of her personally, Ms. Rivera. It’s
good to see you again - we've missed you."
"Me too," she said
with a smile.
"Have a good
night," he added.
"You too, Tommie," she told him and then turned
to Olivia, who already looked like she was going to go to
sleep. She leaned over and kissed her slowly on the forehead.
"Soon, mi Cariño," she told her.
She shut the door and slapped the roof twice letting Tommie
know it was okay to pull away. She watched the car leave, and
once it was out of sight, she looked to the heavens.
"Please look after her tonight and give me strength
for the next battle of wills with her, Lord. I know what you
want, and I swear I’ll make it so, or I’ll spend the rest
of my days trying."
Natalia nodded and put her hands into her jacket pockets.
Slowly, she walked to her car, taking things one day at a