CHAPTER 10

Starsky and Hutch arrived at the club about an hour early and were given a few more last minute tips from Johnny. With all the activity in the dressing room…they tried to find time to do what they were there to do… get a little information.

“So Johnny…we hear that one of the guys that used to dance here was found murdered and two others are missing.” Starsky began as he sat on one side of Johnny…and his partner on the other side.

“Oh yeah…poor Bobby.” Johnny answered. “He was such a good dancer…Joe Joe really liked him. But I wouldn’t worry about the other two.”

“Wonder who woulda wanted to see him dead?” Hutch said…strategically posing the question.

“I don’t know…he was a loner…and from what I could tell he was straight.” He told them.

“So it wouldn’t have been a jealous gay lover?” Starsky asked.

“No…but ya know I don’t think he had a girlfriend either.” Johnny replied.

“But Joe Joe liked him.” Hutch noted.

“Yeah…I think he was her favorite.” Johnny told them. “And what Joe Joe wants…Joe Joe gets.”

“Really..” Starsky said as he glanced at his partner with a raised eyebrow.

Johnny stood up and walked over to his dressing table to prepare for the show. Starsky and Hutch decided to put their costumes on…they already had their bikini briefs on so changing in front of the group into their costumes was no big deal.

Peter strolled up to them holding out a small bottle of oil.

“Better get greased up before the show.” He told them as he looked into Starsky’s eyes.

“We have to rub ourselves down with this stuff?” Hutch asked as he held the bottle up to the light to examine its contents.

“It shines in the bright lights…the women love it…and it keeps you from sweating too much.” He told them.

“Everywhere?” Starsky asked as he took the bottle from Hutch.

“Well not everywhere…just everywhere that it shows.” Peter said with a smile as he planted a firm hand on Starsky’s behind.

“HEY..” Starsky yelled as he drew back an angry fist…which was caught and held back by his calmer partner.

“Maybe I forgot to mention it…but he’s mine…so back off.” Hutch said with a serious look that made Peter take a few cautious steps back.

“Sorry…I didn’t know.” Peter apologized as he removed his hand.  “No problem.”

Starsky looked at Hutch with amazement. Not believing what he had just witnessed.

“I’m yours…since when.” He asked in a half-kidding… half-serious manner.

“Unless you wanna get into a fight tonight I suggest you play along.” Hutch told him.

“You’re not even a good kisser.” Starsky said as he lightly tossed the bottle of oil in the air so Hutch could catch it.

The club was owned by an important businessman in town who preferred to remain anonymous.  Joe Joe had only been managing the club for a couple months…since it’s opening.  No one really knew much about her from what Starsky and Hutch could gather.  Only that she was an old friend of the owner.  She had retired Bobby’s costume after his death saying that she didn ’t want anyone else to wear it. That’s what told them that she obviously liked him a little more than she admitted. Since she seemed to be a little closer to the deceased than anyone else…she would be their next source of information.

“She seems to like you.” Starsky began as he slid on his shirt and stood close to his partner. “Why don’t you see if you can get something out of her.”

“What’s the matter Starsk?  Does she make you nervous?” Hutch teased him as he slid on his pants.

“No…It’s just that she’s already shown an interest in you…and she’ll probably be more willing to talk to you that’s all.” Starsky explained. “Why don’t you turn on the old Hutchinson charm.”

“Your scared of her.” Hutch said with a smile as he snapped his shirt together.

“Not true…” Starsky said displeased with his partner’s remark.  “I just don’ t turn her on the way you do.”

“Well…some of us got it…and some of us are you.” Hutch replied with a grin.

Starsky just gave him a sarcastic look…but he was glad to hear him joke like that.  It meant that he would do it.  It was Hutch’s way of giving in.
 

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Momo and the rest of the group began to make their way through the front door.  The room was dark and smoky and as they passed through the entrance they found themselves light-headed…as if they would pass out. The time portal had been strategically placed there to transport them…but to what time…to what place.  The girls knew that something had happened to them.  But as the smoke cleared and the music played…they found themselves inside a club.  Like any other club with one exception.  The music was from a few years back and the atmosphere and surroundings where definitely not of the modern era.  A Disco ball hung over the round dance floor at the end of a runway type wooden stage that ran down the center of the place.

They sat down pulling a few tables together close to the stage. There were a lot of other women as well and only one man.  The bartender wore a bow tie and a black pair of bikini briefs.  Soon a couple other men came out from the back…each sporting a bow tie and not much else.  One of them approached their table and with a notepad in his hand began to take their order.

“Hi I’m Mark…we serve food here too and if you want you can get something to wet your appetite before the show starts.” He told them.

“Oh…I think you’ll do just fine.” Momo said with a smile as she stared at him.

He didn’t blush…he was used to such comments.  “Any of you ladies like something from the bar?” He asked.

They all threw their drink orders at him as he feverishly wrote them down. A long list which almost took up four sheets of his notepad, but he managed to get them all in order.

Lisa ordered a Tom Collins… Deborah ordered a Kool-Aid with lots of ice…(Duh) Blue eyed Jenny ordered a Pepsi… Cherie the brunette with brown eyes ordered a Dr. Pepper.. Green-eyed Laura ordered a Margarita with a splash of cranberry.. Josette with Hazel eyes ordered a coffee.. Sexy 36-24-36 Viv ordered an Organic Banana Daiquiri.. Mickey with chestnut hair ordered a Dr. Pepper.. Micandra with blue eyes and curly hair ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri..
Tanya with the auburn hair ordered a Georgia Peaches and Cream.. Jocelyn with reddish wavy hair ordered a Diet Coke. Robbin L. with blue eyes and brown hair ordered a Coke.. Five foot three Tara with light brown hair ordered a White Russian.. Carolyn G. with brown curly hair ordered a wild cherry Kool-Aid.. Marisa with light brown hair ordered a Long Island Iced Tea.. Green-eyed Vivian ordered a coke.. Brigitt with blondish/brown hair ordered a banana and cherry juice mix.. Sonja the pretty red head ordered a Coke.. Red haired Sharon ordered a Diet Pepsi. Robin w. with long brown hair ordered a Screwdriver.. Blue eyed Kathy ordered a decaf ice tea.. Deanna with one brown eye and one green, ordered a Rum and Coke.. And of course their beloved mascot Flamingo must have a bowl of brackish water and a dish of shrimp.

Mark left the table with his list and a look of puzzlement on his face. This was the weirdest group of women he’d ever seen and his usual way of remembering everyone by the notes on his pad would be very confusing indeed. But still there were the strange requests for Kool-Aid and where in the hell was he supposed to get a bowl of brackish water?

Cassie and the girls parked the Torino in the back and took a few minutes to check their hair in the mirror.  They had driven with the windows up so as not to muss their hairdos and the smell of the marijuana lingered unmistakably.

“We have to let the car air out before he smells it.” Cassie told them.

“Leave the windows up and lock it. We’ll air it out when we get back.” Taryn said. “Now let’s hurry up and get inside.”

They made their way towards the front door and were allowed in after checking their ID’s at the entrance.  The young man at the door hesitated at the sight of Stacey but decided that she would be allowed to pass.

The three of them took seats near the round part of the stage at the end of the runway so they could get a good view.  Cassie was very nervous as she waited in anticipation of what she was about to see.  Men stripping down to practically nothing…it was a scary yet intriguing thought.

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Joe Joe entered the dressing room and strolled over to Hutch.  Starsky saw her coming and found an excuse to make a hasty retreat…so he could leave the two of them to talk.

“Well I better go check the line-up so we’ll know when we go on..” He told them as he walked quickly away.

“So…are you ready?” She asked Hutch as she stepped a little closer.

“Sure…I was just wondering.” Hutch told her.

“Wondering what?” She asked.

“About the guy that was murdered a few weeks ago.” He began. “Do you think the rest of us are in any danger?”

“No…of course not.” She assured him. “I was just wondering something  myself.”

“What?” Hutch said as he flashed a sexy smile at her.

“What are you doing later?” She said as she pulled herself even closer to him.

She was very close now…too close. She began to rub herself on him as she gazed into his pale blue eyes…and he noticed something.  Something that shouldn’t be there.  Something that made his stomach turn as he felt it.

“Sorry but I’m kinda taken…” He told her as he grabbed her by the arms and pulled some distance between them.

“You sure…You know I have so much more to offer.” She teased.

“Trust me…he’s all the man I’ll ever need.” Hutch told her.

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