NOTE: Thanks again for the reviews! This is a fairly short chapter, but I'm trying to hurry up and get into the meat of the story. I did make a few small changes to the previous chapters, but nothing major. If you've already read them, there's really no need to go back and re-read, I just wanted to let you know. Anyway, let me know what you think so far! Thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 3: Buzz

Shaundi stood by the front entrance of a new dance club called The Yellow Beam. She tapped her foot to the music playing and bobbed her head as she watched her friends on the dance floor. While she wanted to join them, she couldn't bring herself to do so, she was still on the clock. The music transitioned to What is Love by Haddaway and she heard The Boss scream: "Yeah, this is my jam!" She smiled and playfully rolled her eyes when an attractive young man, with jet black hair and blue eyes, appeared by her side.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Rick. You're Shaundi, right?"

"That's right," she said, nodding her head.

"Yeah, I thought so," he said, stepping closer to her. Shaundi leaned away from him as he continued to talk. "Look, my friends and I are-BIG-fans of yours and we were wondering if...maybe we could buy you drink?"

"I'm working."

"Oh, so am I," he said, looking at her exceptional cleavage poking through her blazer. Shaundi tisk'd her teeth with her tongue and crossed her arms. He smiled and leaned against the wall next to her. "You know, I've always found you to be incredibly attractive."

"Is that so?" asked Shaundi, obviously annoyed by his presence.

"Yeah, what do you say we get out of here?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Now, leave before I'm forced to get physical...and not in the way you're wanting."

"Come on," said Rick, tracing the collar of her blazer, sneaking a finger underneath. "Don't be that way. From what I hear, you like this kind of thing."

Shaundi clenched her jaw and grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm around to his back. Rick yelped as her grip tightened. She leaned close to his ear and pulled his arm upward, toward his neck, causing his elbow and wrist to pop. He closed his eyes in pain and a tear fell from his eyes.

"Touch me again and I'll break your arm." she said, tightening her grip even more.

"I was just kidding around." Rick squealed.

"Well, I'm not," she told him. "Keep your damn hands off me and any other woman unless we say otherwise, are we clear?"

"Crystal," he nodded. She let go of him and he clutched his wrist. He backed away from her and wiped the tear from his eye before glaring at her. "Bitch," he muttered under his breath. Shaundi's eyes shot toward him in anger and he ran away in fear of what she might do to him. She crossed her arms again as The Boss walked up to her from the dance floor.

"What the hell did you do to him?" he asked, watching the frightened young man run to the bathroom.

"I was just giving him an etiquette lesson," she said, turning to The Boss. "Are you having fun?"

"No, I'm not. I keep looking around for Shaundi. You remember her don't you? She'd usually be out there with us, shaking what her momma gave her, making all the men drool. I want that Shaundi, not this," he said, gesturing to her. "You're so uptight now. You've been this way ever since-"

"Ever since what?" she asked, anger apparent in her voice. The Boss sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I know you blame yourself, but you need to stop trying to make up for something you couldn't control. It's not your fault that he died."

Shaundi closed her eyes and bowed her head. The Boss removed his hand from her shoulder and gently rubbed her arm.

"Come on," he said. "We miss you out there."

"I'm still on the clock," said Shaundi.

"Not anymore you're not," said The Boss, reaching into her pocket to grab her badge. "You're on leave until further notice. Believe me, you could use a break."

"What?" she asked, dropping her arms to her side. "Boss, you can't do that."

"I'm The President. I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now, for once, will you just loosen up and have fun?" He turned to leave and kept talking as he walked back to the dance floor. "While you're at it, you might want to think about getting laid. Poor Buzz could use a rest."

"Buzz? Who's Buzz?" she asked with a furrowed brow. Asha and Kinzie walked up to her, hearing her question.

"You know, Buzz," said Asha with a smile. "It's the sound you're little bedroom friend makes."

"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz," said Kinzie, making the noise with her mouth. Shaundi's jaw dropped and she put her hands on her hips as Asha and Kinzie started to laugh.

"Does everyone know about this?" asked Shaundi. They nodded, continuing to laugh.

"Tell me, how many batteries do you go through a week?" asked Kinzie. "Because you could really save money if you upgrade to a rechargeable model."

"We're trying to conserve energy, Kinzie, not deplete it," said Asha, before pointing to Shaundi. "The way she uses that thing, it'll need a constant recharge. Do you want us to have a black out?"

"You guys are assholes," said Shaundi, turning to walk away. Asha grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving and tried to compose herself.

"Okay, we're sorry," she said, trying hold back her laughter. "Look, Kinzie and I were going to ditch the guys and head to another club across town. You should come. We could have a ladies night."

"I don't know," said Shaundi, looking at The Boss dancing next to Oleg and Pierce on the dance floor. Oleg pushed a tiny man away from The Boss when he eagerly tried to ask for an autograph before tossing him across the room like a paper ball. Asha smiled and nudged Shaundi's arm.

"C'mon," she said. "He'll be fine. Oleg is here, he can handle things for awhile. I'm heading back to England in the morning and I wanna have some fun!"

Shaundi sighed and softly bit her lip for a moment. "Fine," she said with a small smile. "Where are we going?"

Asha and Kinzie smiled before leading her out the door to the car that would escort them to their destination. Shaundi took a deep breath before getting into the back seat and did her best to relax as they rode down the street.