“I think you should consider making the story from the pitch,” Victor says. “The company is receiving it well.”
“I’ll explore that option. Thanks, brother,” I say to him and take a few practice swings at the air before Victor joins me and we begin the punches.
Boxing is a great form of exercise, and it cuts into the monotony of the boring, average workouts.
Victor changes the subject. “So how did it go with the prick?”
I chuckle. “The prick?”
“You know, that health inspector guy you jizzed all over at Expose?” Victor teases.
“Right.” I roll my eyes. “It didn’t go…exactly as I planned.”
Victor throws a punch. “Are you telling me that Mr. Wolfe isn’t getting his way for once?”
“Let’s not go that far.” I punch back. “I’m still brainstorming ideas to get back into the club.”
“What did the jerk tell you?”
“He says that it’s not up to him to reinstate my membership, among other bullshit. I don’t know if I believe him or not, but apparently, according to him, his hands are tied.”
I take a break to grab my water bottle. “My day wasn’t entirely a total loss, though,” I grin.
“Yeah?” Victor raises an eyebrow and jogs in place.
“Do you know who Molly Quinn is?”
Victor shakes his head. “That name doesn’t sound familiar.”
“She’s this gorgeous girl. I’m talking super sexy, the hottest woman I’ve seen in a long time.”
I talk animatedly with my hands and gesture that her tits are huge.
“What does she have to do with getting you back in the club?” Victor asks as if he doesn’t follow.
“Her father is Richmore Quinn, the owner of Quinn Industries. They’re the ones that hire the talent for the club,” I explain, and we go back to boxing.
“So, are you trying to use her to your advantage?” Victor asks.
“Sort of…” I say because I don’t want to sound like a total dick. I think I might actually like this girl, although I’m not ready to admit that much to Victor yet.
“Did you sleep with her yet?” Victor laughs.
“Yes,” I state and throw a punch, but Victor steps back and stops for a moment to take in my response.
“Holy shit, dude, what the fuck are you thinking?”
“Nothing, really.” I shrug defensively. “My plan is to ask Molly to re-instate my membership just in time for my date with Crystal,” I say, as if it’s no big deal.
“I don’t know, man.” Victor shakes his head.
“What?” I throw a punch at him, a little harder this time.
“I just don’t want to see this plan backfire and explode in your face,” he says.
I scoff. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Chicks have a way of fucking things up, though,” Victor argues.