Page 90 of Happy Endings

“Trixie, which one of these toys is the quietest? I want to use it after my Roy goes to sleep.” Mrs. Harris’s eyes were twinkling. “If it wakes him up, he’ll expect something from me.”

“Ruthie,” Mrs. Allen chided. “Give him some whiskey and Roy will sleep through the whole thing.”

“Or turn off his hearing aids,” Mrs. Moore quipped.

The women howled with laughter.

“I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun,” Mrs. Kim said. “I never talked to my friends about this kind of stuff. We’ve been missing out.”

Everyone murmured in agreement. Trixie beamed. She didn’t care if they bought any of her products. Helping them open up about their sexual needs was exactly why she loved doing this.

“If there are no more questions, I have a surprise for you!”

Their wrinkled, eager faces looked around the room. Mrs. Harris threw her hands up in the air.

“My prayers have come true,” Mrs. Harris called out. “Tell me you hired a stripper, Keisha!”

“I didn’t bring any dollar bills,” Mrs. Moore called out.

“There is no stripper.” Keisha’s voice cracked as she tried to speak over the women. Their laughter turned into murmurs of disappointment.

“This has been the best night ever. I had no idea you were such dirty old ladies.” Trixie winked at Keisha, who was hiding in the back.

Andre will kill me,Keisha mouthed to Trixie. Her face was flushed.

“Damn skippy!” said Mrs. Allen. “Just because we’re old doesn’t mean we’re dead!”

“I’m sorry, but there are no dancers scheduled for tonight. If you really want dancers, we should take a field trip to my friend Reina’s male burlesque club another night.”

Cheers rang out. From the back, Keisha tapped her watch. Xavier could only keep Andre away for so long. They still needed to clean the kitchen and dining room.

“Where was I?” Trixie said, laughing. “Oh, yes. I made you all goody bags! You’ll find some samples and a mini bullet. If there’s anything you want to purchase, you’ll get the friends-and-family discount.”

While Keisha passed out the bags, Trixie quickly packed her sales kit. A few women approached her to place their orders. What she saw in these women was the future of the Boss Babes. Funny, confident, and still rocking their sex lives.

There were two knocks at the front door. Keisha peeked out between the blinds before letting Reina inside.

“Sorry to show up unannounced, but I have a surprise.” Reina turned on her southern charm. “When Trixie told me about you young ladies, I didn’t want to miss out on the fun.”

“This is one of my best friends, Reina.”

“Trixie told us about you. You own that nightclub,” Mrs. Harris said.

“Yes, ma’am. Lucky Stiff. In fact, that’s why I’m here. I thought y’all could use someone to escort you home.” Reina swung open the door and six of her very handsome, very buff dancers walked in.

“Hallelujah! There is a God,” cried Mrs. Harris. “This has been the best night of my life.”

Trixie’s mouth gaped. She was used to seeing Reina’s burlesque dancers in a lot less clothing. However, their formfitting black tees and dark blue jeans were a beauty to behold. The dancers worked their magic as they introduced themselves to the older women. Reina ran over to Trixie.

“Sorry to burst in, but I knew you had to get out of here before Andre got back. Since Xavier isn’t around to walk them home, I brought reinforcements.”

“It’s genius.” Trixie hugged her friend. “When the Boss Babes grow up, I want us to be just like them.”

“I can see it now. Raunchy Boss Babes!”

“What the hell is going on?!” A voice boomed through the room. Andre stumbled through the door, looking like he’d had one too many drinks.

The restaurant grew quiet, except for a familiar buzzing sound. Everyone turned to look at Trixie. She shook her head. It wasn’tone of her demo products. All the batteries had already been removed and put away.

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