“What’s wrong with you? I’m not working tonight!” She said, arms akimbo in a defiant stance.
“Oh, so grandpa in there scored a date because of his good looks?” Toyota scoffed back
The girl straightened her wig then tried to dodge around Toyota to get back in the club. Toyota was too quick. He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her into the wall and it must have hurt but all she did was let out a nearly inaudible whimper. She slid down the wall to a crouch and tearfully beseeched her tormentor.
“Okay, I’m working him… but I got him all by myself. And I wasn’t even trying to go behind your back, that’s why I brought him here. Please, just let me keep the money…”
“That’s not how this works sweetheart…“ Toyota replied in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched mock. “I always get my sixty percent no matter how you got your John. You are always working for me.”
He held out his hand to her and she took it. He lifted her back to her feet and even wiped away her tears. Then he held out his hand again. The girl wanted to protest but then thought better of it. With a sigh of resignation, she lewdly reached into her bra and fished out a couple of notes. Toyota snatched them from her greedily, without waiting for her to confirm the amount.
“There’s a good girl,” He said, smiling for the first time.
He stepped out of her way and she ascended defeated back to the club. Toyota chuckled and began to come down the stairs counting the money but stopped short when he saw Antoine. Figuring it was just a child, he bound menacingly down the stairs.
“What the hell are you looking at? Get out of here!” Toyota made as if to backhand Antoine but the boy jumped out of the way and ran off cackling like a mad man. The street life sure knew how to show you too much too fast.