Everyone is over the age of 18.
Circa 2006
"That was a very sexy performance from Alexandra! Give it up!"
The lazy crowd barely put together a clap and she strolled off into the back. She pulled her ones from her thong and threw them on the desk. "That bitch is here again," she muttered to another girl, "The fuck, you know?" Alexandra's coworker poofed up her hair and arranged it perfectly before turning to her.
"Just because she's rich and famous doesn't mean she has to throw money at you, Alex, you greedy ho," she said with a laugh.
"She's here every day and she fuckin' stares at me everytime I'm up there and then nothing," she huffed, "Why does she come here if she never moves from her seat?" Alex glanced at her co-worker for a response and she shrugged her shoulders just before pushing her huge tits together to hook her bra.
"You must be brain dead or just want to munch on some red head pussy, because you already know the answer, girl," she laughed on her way out. Alex threw a pair of panties at her and gave her the finger.
Sitting for a few moments before the light bulb went off, she cussed aloud and grabbed her clothes.
Entering the main lobby, Alex straightened out her body hugging dress and slid her fingers through her hair to push the layers back, revealing her beautiful face. As breath taking as she was, all the men in here were taken care of and no attention came her way. Her slightly darkened face was an eye catching contrast with her taut white outfit. She left the heels in the back and quickly made her way to the bar.
Alex smiled at the barkeep and thanked him for having her usual already made up. She took a sip and looked at her source of frustration. Between the blaring music and the woman's disinterest in her, she felt a fire burning inside. Days of this person sitting here and staring at her was too much; Quietly gawking and roaming her eyes over Alex's body every day without dropping one dollar bill.
Nudging her elbow against the woman, she smiled and they locked eyes. Alex leaned in and whispered, "How's it going, cutie?"
The red-head gave a faint smile, "I probably shouldn't talk to you. My security is just outside and I'm waiting for someone." Alex glanced towards the door and back to her.
"Do I look like I'm afraid of your security? This is a strip club, honey. I talk to people," she said slowly. "You think because you make your drug deals here that you can sit and eye fuck me all night and not pay out?" Alex said in anger, leaning her perfect body against Lindsay. She didn't want to make a scene and tried to adjust her face that was full of massive cleavage.
"What do you want me to say?" She muffled against Alex's dress.
"You can't afford to lose your contact, whoever the fuck it may be and I can't lose my job," Alex whispered. Lindsay nodded her head and sighed.
"I'm new to this shit," she revealed, "I just turned twenty and I'm in a spira--"
Alexandra put a finger up to her lips, "I don't need your life story, rich girl," she said, shaking her head. "I want you to make this up to me," Alex said with a frown.
Lindsay looked up to her puzzled, "How? Money? I have cash if we can go somewhere."
Alex smiled and dodged the question, "When does your coke boy show up?"