Bucket Girl in Lipstick
“Titty Queen returns,” Zane said loud enough for the whole club to hear. “You want your old spot back, or just a bucket?”
Chocolate Tits and Honey Hips was quiet, for once. Just the whir of the ceiling fan and the soft clink of cheap glasses. Terri had come in early for her shift, hoping to avoid trouble. But trouble had a name, and tonight it came in two: Zane and Colton.
They walked in like they owned the place, smirking, tracking mud across the sticky linoleum.
“Titty Queen returns,” Zane said loud enough for the whole club to hear. “You want your old spot back, or just a bucket?”
He slapped something down on the edge of the stage. A polymer photo—glossy, fresh. Terri didn’t need to look to know what it was. She recognized the flashbulb shine, the composition, the moment.
