Brigitte unlocks the stall and goes straight for her phone. I don’t have to ask who has a “Ring of Fire” ringtone. I tuck my softening cock back inside my pants and go to the sink to wash up again.
Brigitte is staring at her phone, reading a text.
“The call wasn’t important, but the text is my people saying that the truck is nearby. We should be somewhere else before they begin their work.”
“Fine by me.”
Brigitte comes to the sink to wash next to me. She bumps her shoulders into mine. I bump back. It’s a very strange sensation, not having seen a naked woman in all these years and now being next to one whose profession is being naked, so she’s completely relaxed and in no rush to put her clothes back on. But she does. Still relaxed. Still content. And I know that half of her fun is knowing she has done and is doing serious damage to my brain.
“Do you always finish off zombie hunts by seducing a virgin?”
She smiles at me in the mirror.
“How long has it been since you’ve done that?”
“Eleven years.”
“My God. Now you can tell your friends at school that you’ve seen a real live naked girl.”
“I don’t talk to most of the people I know. The rest either aren’t human or they’re dead.”
“You can tell Carlos.”
“I kind of think he knows.”
“You didn’t come back there, did you?”
“No.”
She smiles.
“We’ll have to do something about that next time.”
We go into the bar. The chairs are up and the lights are off. The front door is open. Carlos is out front smoking.
I say, “I thought you gave those up.”
“I started again. Tonight. I knew this thing, riding your coattails and making money off you, was too good to be true. I just didn’t think it would end with me almost getting eaten in my own bar.”
Brigitte goes over and puts her arm around Carlos’s shoulders.
“The secret world behind the world is always strange at first, but seeing James’s friends must have been strange, too, yes?”
“That’s true.”
“Don’t be afraid for your business. Customers will be back. By the weekend, you’ll be making more money than ever. People love the exotic, but they love danger even more. And danger they escape is the best of all.”
“You think so?”
“I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You’ll have a line outside. You’ll need a doorman and pretty girl waitresses.”
He looks back at me over his shoulder.
“I never liked the velvet rope thing, but I guess there’s worse fates.”
“Definitely.”
Like ending up in a Dumpster. Seen that twice today. None of the sushi out back is missing any limbs, so someone else lost a hand near Max Overload in the last couple of days. Wonder if it belonged to the eater or the eatee?