"I'm worried about Candy honey," said Cindy into the phone. "I'm going to stay here until she shows up. I might not be home until morning."
"Just remember," said her husband Larry. "Don't give her any more money."
"I won't," replied Cindy hanging up the phone.
After fucking the stranger, Cindy had showered and changed back into her dress. She had returned the wig to it's pedestal. She had laid down in her sister's bed and napped for several hours she was so exhausted from getting the fucking off her life from her sister's drug dealer.
As the hours passed, she became more worried about her sister's whereabouts. The stranger had told her to be at Big Jim's tonight, maybe her sister would show up there?
Cindy rummaged around for a phone book, but couldn't find one. Finally, she called information and asked for an establishment called "Big Jim's." There was one and it had a local number. She called the number, a man answered and she could hear music blaring in the background. Probably a bar, she thought as the man gave her the address.
The address wasn't far from her sister's apartment. It was still in the seedy section of town and Cindy couldn't afford to be seen there so she returned to her sister's bureau and put on the wig. The wig didn't go with her elegant attire so she began rummaging through her sister's clothes, selecting heels, a mini skirt, and a white halter. Things she would ever wear in public without the wig to disguise her. When she put the clothes on, she couldn't believe how much like her sister she looked.
Cindy decided to take a taxi. The driver knew right where Big Jim's was and dropped her off in an alley. She paid him and got out of the cab.
There was a door in the alley that she tried to open, but it was locked. This must be the back entrance to the bar. She was just about to go out on the street to find the main entrance when a voice said, "Whatsa a matter, forgot your key?"
Cindy looked behind her and was surprised to see a pretty young girl pulling a key out of her purse. The girl was dressed similar to herself, kind of a cross between sexy and slutty. She had large breasts like Cindy's, but they were a little too perky to be real.
"Where you been hanging out?" asked the girl as she unlocked the door.
"Around," said Cindy following her in to a dark hall.
"Well you've pissed off a lot of people around here including me," said the girl. "You've better go make things right with Big Jim."
"I'm sorry, I haven't been myself lately."
"Here then," said the girl, "take this." The girl handed her a pill and Cindy swallowed it dry, thinking it was just an aspirin.
The girl had pointed at door that had an office sign stuck to the top. 'Big Jim must be the manager,' thought Cindy. He might know where my sister is.
Cindy clenched her fist and knocked lightly. "Who the fuck is it?" yelled a voice from the office.
"It's Candy," said Cindy.
The door was yanked open and Cindy found herself staring at a greasy little Italian guy. He was probably her height, though she was taller in her heels. The man was probably about fifty with silver streaks in his hair. He had a slight paunch and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a very hairy chest and several large gold chains.
"Well, well, well," said Big Jim. "I didn't expect to see your face back here. I thought you ran off to one of the chain clubs." The man grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. "You're costing me a fortune bitch," he said before pulling her into the office.
"I'm sorry," she said shaking him off. "I haven't been feeling very well."
