Friday Night

20:30

It was a beautiful rainy night in Chicago but not so beautiful to the people of the Near North Side, an area north and east of the Chicago River. It was the night of a special guest event at the popular Playboy Club – a nightclub located on 11 E Walton Street downtown.

In numbers they came. Unfortunately, many were still stuck in the long queue waiting to scuttle inside, as the club was too preoccupied to accommodate them all. The unforgiving rain pattered on them and no matter how much it continued, or how chilly it was, their feet were nowhere near ready to surrender by walking back to their vehicles. Many held their jackets over their heads to prevent the wetness of the non-stop, pounding rain.

The two friends from the Gold Coast were fortunate to be one of the five people granted admission. Others were left behind groaning in frustration and mumbling to one another. As for the burly men who stood at the entrance without cracking a smile, they were unbothered by the whining of complaints.

The Playboy Club featured numerous rooms: living rooms, a play male bar, a dining room and a club room. The girls, along with the others patrons, were striding through the hallway to the living room, which was usually reserved for local musicians and the occasional close-up magician.

“We’re so lucky to be in,” said Idina Bell, relieved. “The performance hasn’t begun yet.”

Idina was beautiful, fair-coloured with grey eyes that had a dark epithelium at the back of the iris. She was dressed in a bistre-brown bodycon dress that exposed her thickness and a well-shaped, big butt.

“I just can’t wait to see Quavo!” screamed Rosie, as they passed over the club room.

Rosie Basco was a good-looking African-American with dark-brown eyes. She was dressed in a blast-off bronze micro dress, an extremely short version of a mini, revealing her fresh, oily, thin legs with her small feet stuck comfortably in high heels.

The Playboy Club was hosting an exclusive and expensive event – the popular hip-hop trio Migos had been invited to perform their latest album. When the two friends were let in by another bouncer at the door, they were exhilarated to see the living room packed with patrons who were exercising their bodies on the dance floor. The blast of hip-hop pounded from the tower speakers and the lights had a colourful effect, shining throughout the walls onto the floor. You’d only recognise someone if only you were close enough to really see them.

“I’m buying the drinks tonight,” Idina offered, since Rosie had paid a massive entrance fee for both of them. Probably the drinks bill would not even be close to the amount that allowed them in. Rosie waved her hand swiftly for attention and ordered their usual drinks – gin and dry lemon in cocktail glasses. After a nod, without a smile, the bartender turned away and Rosie peered back into her tiny purse, which was full of an abundance of cash.

Idina saw it again, after she’d witnessed it at the entrance, and it bothered her. She had tried to figure out where Rosie had got so much money. Yes, her mother was a rich architect, but as far as she knew she wouldn’t give Rosie a substantial amount of cash – maybe a transfer to her bank account, but her card limit didn’t allow her to withdraw more than a certain amount.

“Are you going to tell me where you got all that money from?” Idina said, finally asking the question she’d been avoiding. “Did you steal it?”

Rosie sniggered, finding it a little amusing to think of herself being that abysmal.

“Of course not, silly!” she said. “Apparently my mother did a side job for one of her regular clients and he paid her in cash. Not that she needed the money – she wanted to give it to me so I would get off her back. I should bank it sometime next week.”

Idina shook her head.

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