Up to no good

"I'm telling you dude, you were scammed." You mocked, leaning your skinny figure against the strip club's greasy outer wall.

"Eat my dick." Your friend replied, putting his hands deep in his cargo pants pockets. He tries to seem cool, but your words were getting to him. He spent almost an entire month's salary on this venture. If this doesn't work like he hopes, he's toast.

"I mean n*gga, SERIOUSLY?" You continued teasing your friend, enjoying the flustered look on the self-declared "tough guy's" face. "That much for a disguise? You could literally just buy some shitty mask at the Halloween store and it would do the same job."

Max flustered. He walked in circles through the small back lot, kicking stones. "I'm telling you, this contact is good. And those disguises... it's no shitty mask. They say it makes you look entirely like another person. Either way what do you care Deion? I paid for it."

"Nah, I don't. It just funny seeing you so butthurt."

You two African-American teens weren't an uncommon sight in these parts, and in this location specifically. Max was a frequent visitor, and you would occasionally hop by whenever Jeanine ghosted you. Yet today you weren't here for regular pleasure. Max apperantly had some contact he found that sold elaborate disguises, and he convinced his you to use them to help him in a robbery. You two dabbled in illegal activities before, mostly muling **** for the larger gangs in their area, but Max always wanted to make it big. Apperantly, he thought this would be the way.

Another 30 minutes had passed. If before you were fine with just some teasing and waiting patiently, you were now getting to the end of your nerve. And so was Max. He was on the verge of break down, almost about to admit his defeat. You opened your mouth to speak, but another voice did before you could.

"You boys looking for something?"

You turned to find a 40 something year old looking woman standing in the entrance to the alleyway. She was thin and pale as snow, with greasy unkempt black hair covering her scalp. Her face was aged by years of **** ****, and her body was covered by a long fur coat, only letting a pair of bare thighs and black boots show. In one hand she was holding a small purse, and in the other a Malboro. Even if it weren't for the location, it wouldn't be hard to guess her profession.

"We're just waiting for someone." You replied. "Or WERE waiting." You added, shooting a side-eye at your partner, who grew a bit smaller.

"Yeah I can tell." The woman rolled her eyes. Her voice was told a story of dozens upon dozens of cigarettes. "But like, who? You guys waiting for your dealer? Your lay?"

"Listen bitch, that's none of your business! Scram Yo!" Max burst. His face was red. The woman scoffed, taking a long drag from her cigarette and standing her ground.

Max was a bit startled, not sure how to act He turned to his friend, then the woman, then you again. Then, the woman started stepping towards them.

"I told you to scram whore!"

The stripper ignored him, reaching the trash bin between you two and reaching for something bellow it.

Max turned to his parter, face embarrassed and ashamed.

"Listen dude, let's just leave. This was a waste-"

"Here."

Max turned just in time to catch the bag the woman chucked at him. You both looked at the stripper startled as she stretched in place. "Next time don't be so obvious about it." She added, taking another drag of her cigarette.

You and Max looked at eachother, frozen for a moment, before Max immediately lunged at the package. He worked to quickly open the bag, pulling out two large pale husks. Were these... the disguises he was talking about?

Max hastily studied the skins, leaving you just standing there in confusion. Before you could ask anything, your friend yelled at the seller.

"Yo, what the fuck?! One of these is a woman!"

The woman scoffed. "You wanted what was cheapest right? Then that's what you get. Besides, you said you didn't care how they looked like. If you wanted anything specific you should've specified."

Max scoffed, clearly wanting to stab back but knowing she was right. He stuffed the disguises back into the bag, and the woman took one last satisfied drag of her cigarette, throwing the butt. "Good. Have fun you two." She said with a smile, turning away and out the alleyway.

Max turned slowly to you, a satisfied half angry look on his face. You gulped.

Shit, here we go.