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Not mine, all Janet's. I'm just glad I get to have as much fun as she does...minus the profits.
"I can't believe you're making me do this." I said, looking at Lula.
"Come on, white girl. It's for a good cause." Lula replied, hands on her hips. She actually didn't look like herself. Her black dress hugged her body in all the right places. Now I, on the other hand, had a blood red dress that barely passed my thighs. I guess she was trying to shift her fashion sense to me.
"Damn Lula, Tank's not going to know what hit him." Connie said. She was wearing a polka dotted dress that made her look more like a busty Mini Mouse more than anything.
"Good. 'Cause tonight, I'm gonna be on the prowl. Maybe I'll get me a new man." She said.
Connie and I looked at each other and shrugged.
"Good for you, Lu." I said.
She turned to me. "And maybe Batman will bet on you."
I didn't reply. It wasn't likely considering he was currently saving a third world country from total paralysis.
"Or," Connie started. "Maybe Supercop will sweep her off her feet for good."
I snorted at that. They turned and looked at me. "It's not possible since I dumped his ass for good last week."
We were sitting on the couch with Bob in the middle, when he blew up at me. I don't quite remember how it started, but now we were off for good. No matter what anyone says.
"I can't believe it. You're sure?" Connie asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, I'm done."
"Good for you, white girl."
Before I could respond, Lula's name was called out onto the stage.
Tonight was the annual Fireman and Police Auction where anyone and everyone can come and bet on something. This year, they thought it would be fun to give away dates. Most of the officers and firemen were in the audience, so it was up to the good citizens of Trenton to sell ourselves for a good cause. I looked back in the mirror and sighed. I looked more like a hooker, than Stephanie.
Apparently everyone was supposed to write a bio, but mine had mysteriously been taken care of. Clearly this was a very thought out plan because that would have sent me to the hills.
Connie and I sneaked a peak from the side stage. Lula was out there, strutting her stuff, and Tank looked more than displeased that other men were ogling his former woman. Maybe he'll swallow his pride and try to win her back.
"Okay, let's start the bidding at one hundred dollars." Mayor Juniak, the emcee for the night called. Tank immediately raised his hand. The bidding went slowly up.
"One thousand." Bobby called. Tank glared at him and Bobby chuckled. Lula was glowing. In the end, Tank spent twelve hundred dollars. Hopefully it's worth it.
I watched as everyone went out. Even Joyce (shudder) was roped into this. She smirked at me and came to where I was sitting. If I thought I looked like a slut, it was nothing compared to how she looked.
"Hmm, maybe I'll get some Italian Stallion loving tonight." I shrugged at her. I didn't care if she and Joe hooked up. As far as I could see, she could have him. "Or maybe some hot Cuban." She moaned a little.
That hit a nerve, but I played nonchalance.
"Go ahead for it. I hope you and the hounds are happy." I said, smiling sweetly.
She harrumphed and went back to her station. I laughed silently to myself. Too bad about the Sex God being MIA tonight. Oh well, what she doesn't know…
"Next up, we have Stephanie "Bombshell Bounty Hunter" Plum!" Juniak called. I blushed at the name. "Standing at five feet, seven inches, this brown haired, blue eyed beauty causes distractions and disasters in and out of the bedroom."
I blushed some more. Who the hell wrote this? I looked at the Merry Men, who were grinning like Cheshire cats. Aha. What were they up to?
"She loves sugar, Tastykakes and a good tingle up her spine."
"What the hell man?" I heard Tank ask Lester.
"What? I was trying to incorporate her spidey sense."
I snorted. "You guys are so busted."
I think they blushed.
"We'll start the bidding at two hundred and fifty dollars."
"Four hundred." Joe called.
I rolled my eyes.
"Five!" Another voice called. I think it was a fireman. Hmm, I can work with that.
Joe glared at the other bidder. "Five fifty."
I looked at the guys for help. Lester gave me a look that said, chillax, we got this. Or maybe he said that…
"Diesel!" I said
"Hey there sweetcheeks."
"Get out of here!"
He rolled his eyes at me and sat down with the Merry Men. "I totally swiped his wallet." He said to the guys, discretely pointing at Joe. They took turns high-fiving him.
Joe looked a little worried. "Eight fifty."
"Nine hundred." That was from Woody.
"I just got a call for a thousand." Juniak said behind me. What? You can call in?
"Eleven hundred!" Lester called.
"Dude, are you nuts?" Bobby asked.
"Eleven twenty five." Joe said meekly. Good, he was running out of steam.
"Twelve hundred." Diesel said. I glared at him and he winked at me.
"I have a call for twenty-four hundred." He said again. Who was this mysterious caller?
"Twenty-six." Lester said.
"SANTOS!" All the Merry Men said. Tank slapped him upside the head. I raised my eyebrows. What were they up to?
"I got a call for fifty two." After that, Tank showed Lester what I guessed was a text, and he blanched.
"Mr. Santos?" Juniak asked. Lester just shook his head.
"Sold for fifty two hundred dollars." He exclaimed while banging the gavel. As I got off the stage, Joe Juniak shook my hand. I guess that's what you get for being hot and raking in the dough.
"Hey guys." I said to the Merry Men.
"Hey Bombshell!" They said back.
After all the bidding was finished (Connie getting a thousand and Joyce going for fifty), Joe came up to me.
"Hi Joe." I smiled politely said, feeling the guys watching my back.
"I really like that dress." He said, not looking at my face but my boobs.
"Uh huh." I said, sipping my champagne.
"The boys miss you."
"I'm sure they do. Look, I'm busy, can we finish this some other time?" I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder.
"Who was the caller? I'm sure it was Ranger." He said his name with distaste.
"Newsflash, Joe, Ranger's incommunicado. He's in the wind. Not here. Not able to make calls. I don't know who it is."
"It's not a stalker."
"How do you know?"
"Because if it was, Ranger's men would have out bid him. They can do that, you know. Clearly they're up to something."
Joe snorted. "Those guys don't give a crap. They think you're a piece of ass waiting for their boss to throw you out so they can pick up the pieces. When he does, don't come crawling back to me." He stalked off.
"It's not Ranger!" I screeched.
I sighed. My mother was going to disown me for sure.
"Don't worry, Beautiful. Ella's waiting to adopt you as soon as you say so." Lester said, hugging me. I felt his phone vibrate. He looked at it and let me go. I heard the guys snicker.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." Bobby said.
"You'll find out soon enough." Tank said.