Today, I am showcasing a snippet from Book 1 of my Rock Star Trilogy – What Happened in Bangkok.
Scene Set – Erika, owner/manager, of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand is having just another night in the club.
Having recovered from her hissy fit, Shangri-Lay strutted onto the stage in six-inch stilettos and a liquid black coloured gown, slit to his… Erik shook her head… slit to her hip.
So not fair. Look at the ass on that guy. I could sink my teeth into that and never let go. A tingle prickled between her legs. I'm fantasizing about a drag queen. I so have to find a guy.
Erik stood near the back, watching as Shangri-Lay played the crowd. When the next act was announced, three drag queens strutted across the stage, sporting large hair and long, silver sequined gowns. The Diana Ross and the Supremes routine. She rubbed her neck. Cher would be next. Then probably Madonna. No. Brian wasn't here tonight. His night off. In an unusual move for him, he'd crawled into her office, on his knees, in a drag queen's overly dramatic way, begging for Thursday night off. Something about someone named Alonzo. Great. Brian has a date. Alonzo has a date. Most of the people here are on dates. Why can't I get a date?
She shifted her focus, checking the servers and bartenders. Everything seemed to be flowing along, like any other Thursday night. The real craziness would be Saturday or so, Rumours had it… and Rumours was never wrong. That's how he lived, by supplying information to the right ears at the right moment. Rumours had said a battleship was coming in to dock. She rubbed her forehead. Or some big military ship with lots of boys with money in their pockets and a horny cock in their pants, looking for a good time.
Erik grinned, thinking about the potential sales, Thai New Year, sex-seeking tourists and a big ship in port. Some would come for the drinks and show. Some would come to cum. The Pink Flamingo could supply whichever they wanted. A good time was easy to buy in Bangkok. This was, strictly speaking, a drag queen club, but everyone knew many of the performers supplemented their incomes and numerous patrons were working girls. They worked on the don't ask-don't tell concept.
A shrill screech to her right made Erik turn in time to watch the contents of a drink fly over a table and land on a red, infuriated face. The owner of the face bolted up and threw herself across the table. Erik recognized both as local prostitutes. Bitch fight. Never a good thing.
Mumbling an apology as she pushed several people aside, Erik hurried to the fight.
"He's mine, you fuckin' bitch." The neon orange wigged girl grabbed the other by the hair.
"Ah." The other screeched as her bright red wig was ripped from her head. She reached out with lacquered claws, slashing at her attacker's face.
Erik reached the neon wigged girl as Puii, the bouncer, grabbed the other. Separating them was like trying to pull Velcro apart.
Puii picked his fighter up, hoisting her over his shoulder. The man could lift a truck. Erik yelped as an elbow smashed into her chin. Crap! She'd grabbed the bigger and angrier girl.
Patrons moved aside to avoid the girl's flaying arms and legs.
Erik fumbled, but wrapped her fingers around the girl's wrist and twisted it up behind her back. "Stop wiggling." She jerked the wrist harder. "Just go that way." She propelled the hooker toward the back entrance.
Puii held the door open. His package stood in the alley. With a quick shove, Erik released the other girl. "I've had it with you two. You're banned from here for a month."
He jerked the door shut with a bang, cutting off the stream of vulgar four-letter words. "You're bleeding." He pointed at her.
Erik touched her chin, then looked at the red on the tip of her finger. "Damn."
In the quiet of her office, Erik checked her face in her bathroom mirror. Just a small nick on the edge of her chin. The years of sore muscles from martial arts classes were paying off. Ironically, she'd expected to use the skills defending herself from a rape attack, not for tossing drunk hookers out of her club. She poured rubbing alcohol on a cloth and dabbed at the cut, hissing when the liquid burned. Unwrapping a small butterfly bandage, she placed it over the cut, then admired her handiwork.
Resuming her post at the back of the club, she heaved a sigh. The show will go on. Shangri-Lay was back on stage, doing her job. The servers and bartenders kept everyone well supplied with drinks. The fight already a distant memory.
Puii strode in, worry etched his face. "Just got a text from Chaylos over at the Two-Headed Serpent. Somebody hit the Black Dragon. Killed everybody."
Erik's stomach dropped. "What?"
Blurb and Buy Links
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0984JP3NW
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