Power Play: Upper East Side (Greisbach Academy #2) by Trinity Towers

Author:Trinity Towers [Towers, Trinity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07YW5CBHY
Publisher: Soft & Hard Romantic Publishing
Published: 2019-10-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Wow.” The Uber pulled up to the club in Brooklyn where the contest was taking place and I had to admit I was shocked at how long a line there was. From what Damien had told me it was one of the most popular LGBT clubs in New York; perhaps I should have gotten here earlier. Even more shocking was the fact that the people in line were so diverse—and colorful—both in clothing and from first glance, personality as well.

Passing the driver enough money to cover the trip plus a tip, I exited the vehicle and surveyed the line. Damien said as his personal guest I could skip the line and go straight for the VIP line for immediate entry.

Finding the VIP line, I pulled my special ID from my wallet and handed it to the bouncer.

“Lacey Flint,” he said.

I stared at him a moment before realizing that he was talking to me. Giving him the best flirty smile that I could muster, I nodded. “Yes, I’m Lacey.” My heart rate accelerated. What if he realized that mine was a fake ID? Shit, shit, shit.

He checked my name up with the list he had on his tablet, checked a box and then passed my ID back to me. Turning from me, he undid the velvet rope behind him and waved me through. As I walked into the club it occurred to me that I was becoming quite the club hopper. Was this my life now, parties, battles with bullies, and trying to keep up with my peers? It was a far cry from my former life.

As I made my way through the club, I found myself stopping and staring a number of times. I’m sure it was rude, but there were so many people so extravagantly dressed, it was hard not to stop and look from time to time.

Grabbing my phone from my purse, I found Damien’s name and typed him a message.

I’m here. Where do I go now?

There was a five-minute lapse before I got a reply.

Girl! It’s ’bout time! To the left of the stage there’s a door leading to the back room.

I grimaced. I knew he’d be upset with me. I could have made a bunch of lame-ass excuses, but instead I made my way to the back of the club and through the specified door.

Opening the door, I was surprised to see the craziness that was going on backstage. There were queens of all shapes and sizes and in all stages of dress getting ready for the show. The chitter-chatter backstage was almost as loud as the music blaring from the main club area on the other side of the door behind me.

It took me quite a while to find Damien and when I did finally locate him, my mouth dropped open, nearly hitting the floor. In my defense, he didn’t even look like himself. His make-up was extreme, with lashes that seemed to go on for miles, and his hair was pink! Well, not his hair, but the wig on his head.

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