Had no idea what was going on back at Shutters. Later on I’d find out the way everything went down. The Asian woman got out on Freeman’s floor, soaked in Starbucks. Watched Freeman storm into his room. Saw the maid’s cart down the hallway, went down and peeped to make sure the maid was on the floor. An older Spanish woman. Too busy cleaning up someone else’s mess to look up. Then the Asian woman went and stood near the elevator. When Freeman came back out, she passed him in the hallway again, let him rush and get on the vertical carriage. Then she took out the bottled water she had in her bag. She undressed. Head to toe. Got butt naked. Wearing her birthday suit was no big deal to her. She worked in that uniform three, sometimes five nights a week at Strokers. Worked naked in six-inch stilettos, music bumping while she was swinging from a pole, breasts and vagina on display, smoky dollars raining at her feet. After she undressed at Shutters, she stuffed her clothing in a plastic bag and hid them in the trash container by the elevator.
