Big T
Copyright© 2025 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 2: An Alpha Wolf Comes Home
It was nice to be back in Florida. This was the first time I had seen my family in over a year. Lots of changes, well not lots but one big one. Andy had found a girl and was married! But as my dad told me about this, I caught a look of disgust on my mother’s face.
“Ok, what’s wrong?”
“She works in a strip joint. She’s a dancer.”
“If he loves her and she loves him they can work it out. Andy is a smart guy. He knows what he is doing.”
“That’s just it. He has gone completely crazy over that girl. They ran off and got married, no pre-nup. She is still dancing, and I know for a fact that she is cheating on him. She never stopped going with her old boyfriend after she met Andy.”
“And how do you know all this?”
“Your Uncle Robert.”
Now I don’t have an ‘Uncle Robert’. She is talking about Robert O’Shea, dad’s best friend. He runs a private detective agency here in town.
“What did he discover?”
“That ‘Brandi’ and her boyfriend have been involved in ‘Honey traps’ before. But never one that has gone this far. Usually they blackmail the ‘mark’. He is made to buy pictures to keep his wife from finding out about an affair with Brandi. This is much different.”
“I imagine she has found out about our family trust, and she will divorce him and try to get a share of that.”
“I wish it was that simple. From taped conversations we’ve heard, they are going for the gold this time. Andy is going to have an ‘accident’ and the grieving widow will be entitled to his full share, since there was no pre-nup. When your mom and I die she will get his share of the inheritance. I imagine we will have our ‘accident’ about a year after Andy’s death.”
“Does Andy know all this?
“Not yet we just got the report this morning.”
“Have the police gotten involved?”
“No. They would not be able to do anything. We will have to wait until Brandi and her boyfriend attempt to kill Andy before...”
“Or kill him!” mother is starting to cry.
“Where is Andy right now?”
“He’s in Miami today handling a federal bankruptcy case of ours. He will be back tomorrow night. He told us to tell you he is sorry he missed your homecoming but will make it up to you.”
“When you talk to him tell him I was delayed and will see him at the end of the week. What’s the name of the club where Brandi works?”
“Pussycats. T, what are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry Mom, I am just going to check out Brandi. When does her shift start?”
“According to Robert she works the afternoon shift. She gets off around six, so she is home with Andy at night. But with him in Miami who knows.”
“Don’t tell anyone I am home. I’ll talk to you later in the week.”
With that I went to my room, got my suitcases and put them back in my truck. Then I hugged both my parents and told them I loved them and not to worry, I was just going to see this ‘Brandi’ for myself.
I drove down the interstate until I found the exit where “The Pussycats” strip club was located. I checked into a cheap motel close to the club under a false name after I made sure there were no cameras. Then I walked over to the club.
It was two sets after I sat down that the DJ announced, “The next dancer is Brandi, a junior at the university majoring in economics, now give a warm welcome to Brandi!”
Yeah, she is majoring in economics alright.
She danced; I’ve seen better, but I guess she did enough to impress Andy. She had long legs, big store-bought tits, and blonde hair that fell passed her shoulders. I was close to the stage and watched as a few guys were throwing one-dollar bills at her. I made sure she saw me un-roll a wad of twenties as I put one in her G-string. I sat back down and waited.
When her set ended, she made a beeline for my table.
“Dancing makes me thirsty. Buy me a drink?”
Same line in every joint I have been in for the last 8 years. They usually say, “I love you no shit, buy me drink.”
But she almost got it right.
I said sure and she raised her hand. In minutes a girl appeared with a $10 glass of grapefruit juice. She tried to play it off as a vodka drink, but she didn’t know she was talking to a pro at this game.
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