Los Angeles, the city of flowers and sunshine, capital of “entertainment”, these are surely nicknames worth of movies, Oscar-winning ones more precisely. Despise the flamboyant sleepless aura that L.A inspires, at its’s core, the city has a busy underworld and if you’re lucky enough one can make twice the money and fame than my more licit ways, but only the smartest chose to never get involved in the first place.
1753 E Olympic Blvd, 2:14 AM
The name of the “club” was Alexandria, the perfect mix of social classes interacting for the sake of quality entertainment, heavily guarded and located on the underground of a stripper club, the only access to it is a steel soundproof trapdoor and the password. The ventilation system was the best in the market, commissioned and meticulously designed, yet to the ones with a more refined sense of smell, Alexandria’s scent was a blend of alcohol, cheap cologne, blood and sweat masked by refrigeration from the huge air conditioners and cleaning chemicals making it...bearable to stay for 2 hours or so. Andrea arrived 1 hour earlier, as requested by "boss", Ramon Cortes (owner and administrator of Alexandria), she wore a tight white dress, gladiator high heels, simple makeup, and a hand purse. The doormen didn't even bother to request the password, simply nodding and opening the trapdoor for her, one them even offered her his hand so she'd walk down the stairs safely, Andrea replied with a charming smirk. -"Evenin' boys."
The doormen smirked and complied with a nod. As she walked the stairs, Andrea could see how crowded it was today, as it usually was on Fridays. Alexandria was 200 meters long, and 70 meters wide with two levels, a regular club would have a lesser space but, regardless of looking like a regular VIP club, Alexandria was far from ordinary. With a stage, the lower floor for the dancers and upper open level for the more “privileged” clients, several private big rooms for various purposes. The lights were dim with red and blue nuances and flashes here and there, it was enough to hide the client’s faces (if you’re not too close to them), but visible enough for the staff to see the source of any ruckus or anyone trying something “funny”.
The blonde entered the left red door corridor, the main access to the owner's office and consequently the safest space in the whole club. Hugo, “captain” of Alexandria’s security, Ramon’s driver and private bodyguard, was at the door watching the movement.
“Hey, Hugo. How're the kids.” Andrea asks as Hugo opens the door.
“All fine, ma’am. Thanks for the tickets for the game by the way.”
Andrea gave the 6′2″ man a smile as she walks inside the office - “Nah, you guys deserve it.”
Once the door closed, Andrea was faced by one of her favorite visages. Ramon with lots of dollar bills, a glass of whiskey and packs of various drugs on top of his desk. “Andy wendy! Love of my life!” The man in red suit replied as he opened his arms, walking his way to Andrea and hugging her, soon after grabbing her face and giving the lady two “besitos” on her cheeks and one on her lips.
By the stench of whiskey, cigarettes and old pizza in his breath, Andrea was starting to connect the dots, giving a suspicious close smile. “You asked me to come early. What’s up?” She replied, sitting on a fancy chair on the other side of the table.
“Well...you have a big one today, I don’t need to remind you of that, right? The other girl is kinda feisty, not the regular skinny ones...and from Boston.” Ramon, on the other hand, sits on the side of his table, hands resting upon its surface.
Andrea nodded with her head, crossing her arms. “Uhum.” There was something off about Ramon and she gave him the “motherly” stare for him to spit it out.
“Aaaaand...” He replied, now clenching his hands together, the man’s facial expression started to change from jolly to secretly desperate. “I might need your extra services on something.”
“What did you do?” Andrea started, Ramon immediately replied with- “Hey, in my defense I was doing my duty, okay? Providing security for the masses. And by masses I mean my share of the town...things just got a bit out of hand.” Andrea looked at her “boss” up and down, bending her head slightly to the right. “You need a bodyguard? Isn’t Hugo doing that already? He’d be offended if he finds out you’re replacing him.”
“I talked to him. The man has a wife and children, I need someone 24/7. Actually, he’s glad it’s going to be you.”
“I didn’t even accept it!”
Ramon replies with puppy eyes - “He said you would.” Andrea pondered for a few seconds, then let out a sigh. - “Yes, sure. What gang and what’s in for me?”
“I’ll raise your salary to 18.000, I’ll give you all the weapons you need and a new bike, anyone you want. Oh, and don’t worry about it, its just one guy.”
“Bullshit.” Andrea replied with a higher tone, rising up from her seat. “Four times my salary, full armory for one guy? No gang? Who’s after you? Rambo?”
“Hey mami, take it easy! You’re not alone in this. Got my best team to take care of the rest, you’re not getting killed or anything. I just need a top-trained, highly trusted bodyguard to stay with me all times and thought of you! I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.” Ramon replied, side-hugging the woman with a big smile. “So? What do you say?” Andrea never saw Ramon this nervous, he was trying so hard to hide it , maybe it to make her feel more secure and accept the deal, maybe to make him look strong and confident in the eyes of others during a life-threatening situation. In the end, she couldn’t deny his offer, needless to say Ramon was far more relaxed, relieved even, he kissed her goodbye and let the woman do one last “show;” before taking the role of his private bodyguard. Again.
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The only person who refers to Andrea’s caged catfights is Ramon, maybe he likes to distort the idea of violence by just an act of entertainment. But the truth is, people love violence, they didn’t pay 80 bucks to see to hot girls pretending to be fighting just to turn them on, no one in Alexandria is satisfied until they see either one of the chicks down and bloody. And that’s why Andrea was their favorite.
Andrea Muller had all the proper skills to knock the new girl’s teeth in 10 minutes, but she knew that wouldn’t please her fans, so she makes it last, building up till the other girl is exhausted to finally pin her down and finish her with a sequence of punches. By the end, Andrea’s knuckles were red and bruised, her nose was broken, no one knew which blood was whose her adversary was completely knocked out, but the crowd was cheering, so it was indeed a good day.
As usual, Andrea walked to the changing room accompanied by George, a very sweet unlicensed doctor, who skillfully replaced her nose and made sure she didn’t break anything else. Andrea always apologized for every time she cursed him when he cleaned and sewed her wounds or when he relocated her members. After, being properly treated Andrea took off her clothes with difficulty, although it was just a sports bra and a lycra shorts. Bringing her painkillers with her to the shower and turning it on, at first the water was cold, then she gradually made it warmer. Andrea cupped one of her hands, placed the pills on her mouth and swallowed it with the water.
“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes, feeling her muscles and joints screaming for relief. When she opened her eyes she could see the blood and water going down the drain.
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