Description : The Lion and the Lamb
“I can’t work at a strip club, Kiki.” Tatum would have laughed out loud at her best friend’s suggestions if she didn’t know without a doubt Kiki was being dead serious.
“And why not?” Kiki gave a little huff of irritation.
“Well.” Tatum cut the rest of the watermelon and tossed it into the bowl. “For one thing it’s a strip club.” She said those two words like they were the dirtiest thing imaginable, and she instantly felt the air chill. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Kiki cross her arms under her huge s and scowl.
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?” The indignation in Kiki’s voice was crystal clear. Tatum sighed and tuned around.
She placed her hands on Kiki’s shoulders and said, “You know I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just…” Tatum sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Do I look like someone who would be prancing around a strip club?” When she looked back at her best friend she could see a smile touch Kiki’s red painted, Botox injected lips.
“First of all, it’s a gentleman’s club.” Tatum rolled her eyes. She refrained from pointing out that gentleman’s club was just a fancy and expensive name for house full of strippers. “Second of all, if you wanted to dance you so could. You definitely have the body for it.”
Tatum held up her hands. “No, no, no. I do not want to dance, and I most definitely do not have the body for it.”