What to do when a drunk and homicidal stripper runs topless through the street, tries to kill your customers

Chapter Eleven

The scene on The Avenue as Star and Natasha went to war. (That’s Star on the left — you know, the topless one.) [AI]

The first rule of DJing in a strip club is this: Stay in the goddamned DJ booth. The booth is where the job happens. Beyond its confines, a DJ is useless.

I was not in the booth — I wasn’t even in the club. Instead, I was chasing a topless stripper through The Avenue in what had become a desperate effort to keep her from killing three of our customers.

Hell hath no fury like a stripper ripped off, and Star was out for blood. She’d been drizzling Jim Beam into her Diet Coke all night. Now the woman was all booze and rage.