DIAMOND At Midnight

Chapter 15

Cupcake, Allen & The Rocket King …

Cupcake had been dancing at Cleopatra’s Palace Cabaret on the South side of Chicago on and off for years, that night she had received a special invitation to dance, paying her a substantial fee for her services.

Tonight, she was rocking a Cleopatra styled wig that was jet black with the layered edges tipped in royal blue with the tips in gold blond. It was an unforgettable look, that flattered her face and made her look like Egyptian royalty.

She sat in front of the vanity lighted mirror in her dressing room and then shifted and turned and angled her body comfortable in her chair ready to grill Wickham the security guard.

“Okay Wickham, honey tell me again. Where did I meet this guy?”

Wickham tongued his toothpick. “Don’t you remember I introduced you to him at that private birthday party for BJ and Q-Dog, at the Dy-Nasty Lounge back in November?”

He stood up and brushed some imaginary lint off his suit jacket. “It was your singing that did it. The Rocket Man got a huge crush on you after you sang Happy Birthday to BJ and Q Dog like that chick Marilyn Monroe did for the President back in the day,” he chuckled.

Cupcake squinted her eyes as she shot him a look. “Okay, I’ll consider meeting with him after the show. But he had better not be here trying to start some funny stuff.”