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her head toward Synola and pointed her finger. “You, too. And let’s make it quick. We’ll talk to the bartender and a couple of girls and then we’re out of there. Understand?”
    When they stepped inside, Tizzy grabbed Rayann by the arm and hung on tight. An ocean of rainbow wigs ebbed and flowed like the tide.
    “Lord have mercy,” Rayann gasped.
    Synola reassured her. “It’s gonna be alright.”
    Double D’s was exactly as Tizzy expected. Dark and smoky. A dancer on stage, down on all fours, cat-walked toward the edge where a line of men with smiley white faces and red bulbous noses cheered and waved dollar bills in the air.
    Tizzy glanced around the room and located Jinx leaning against the bar, looking like he belonged there. He made some type of gesture with his shirt and she realized he wanted her to unbutton hers. She obliged and unfastened the top two, letting plenty of cleavage show. Synola followed suit. Jinx gave a slight nod.
    They made their way to a vacant table and immediately a waitress appeared. “Hi, I’m Tawny. What can I get you ladies?” She placed napkins on the table.
    “Three shots of tequila.” Tizzy looked up at the tall woman with dark hair and brown eyes. Her skin sparkled like she’d been sprinkled with fairy dust. “Say, is Double D’s hiring? We work the clubs sometimes to pick up a little extra cash.”
    “Honey, Double D’s is always hiring.”
    “I thought so. I talked to a girl who works here and she mentioned we should check it out. I didn’t get her name, but she’s blonde, brown eyes, had a bluebird tattoo on her ankle. Is she working tonight?”
    Tawny eyed Tizzy. “Honey,” she said, propping her foot on the table to show off the same tattoo. “Lots of us get the bird. I’ll be right back with your shots. Talk to Double-D or Three-D about the job.”
    “Double-D? I thought the name referred to . . . you know . . .”
    The waitress removed her foot. “Yeah, that too, but the owner is Delbert Dawson, Jr. His son, Delbert, the third . . . Three-D is the bartender. You can ask either one about a job.”
    Tizzy looked over at her two friends. “Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.” She straightened to her full height and adjusted her shirt. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
    Three-D wiped down the bar while two female bartenders dished out drinks as fast as they could. Tizzy took a spot next to Jinx. She leaned over the counter, forced more cleavage out the top of her shirt, and smiled at the bartender. “Hi, I’m Velvet. My friends, Cinnamon, Sugar, and I,” she said, pointing toward Synola and Rayann, “were wondering if y’all are hiring. We moonlight a little on the side from time to time to pick up extra cash. A girl who works here mentioned you might be. I don’t remember her name,” Tizzy said, and gave him the description. “Does she ring a bell?”
    Three-D looked at her with serious interest, then craned his neck to check out Synola and Rayann. “We’re always looking for dancers, Babe. Call your friends over and let me get a better look.” Tizzy saw him zero in on her boobs. Damn, as many as he looks at every night, you’d think he’d be unaffected.
    Synola fought her way through the crowd of jesters with Rayann hanging on like a little Spider Monkey.
    The dancer on stage wasn’t getting much action. Tizzy couldn’t help but think what a hard life these women experienced.
    Just about the time Rayann and Synola reached the bar, Tawny fell in behind them with their shots. Tizzy pulled warm bills from her bra and paid for the drinks. Three-D lifted his brows. “If you got that thing full of money, I don’t understand why you need to work.”
    Tizzy sat down on a stool, swung her leg in the air and propped her foot on Jinx’s shoulder and smiled at Three-D. “It’s the shoes. Momma needs new shoes.” Momma needs new shoes? Where the hell did that come from?” She looked at Jinx and removed her leg. “Sorry,