Alexander DeMarca narrowed his grey eyes at the strip club, and grimaced with distaste. Jesus, he hated this fucking place. He hated the music, the strippers, the uniforms; even the smell turned him off. "When is this place gonna change?" he asked his best friend Cyrus, who was sitting down at one of the VIP tables.
"When your father stops being a dick and lets you change it." Cyrus Franchetti, Alex's right hand man answered simply, his neck buried in a beautiful blonde's neck, whispering things in her ears.
Alex considered this while he looked at his Rolex. Quarter to ten. "We're not staying here long," Cyrus looked up at his friend, pleading with his bright blue eyes that he could stay just long enough to get the blonde slut's number and maybe a quicky backstage. "Half an hour C" Alex demanded, turning his gaze back to the club. He knew that regardless of how badly Cyrus wanted to pull an all nighter with the blonde girl, Cyrus would come with them. Everyone he knew listened to him, because at any willing time, he could leave you sleeping with the fishes if you fuck with him.
No one ever dared to cross Alex anyway, for the simple fact that he was that intimidating. He was the type of guy who'd rather glare into a photo then smile. To him, a smile was a point of weakness, and weak was something Alex was not. He remained silent, and glared at the females that appeared by his side, and touched his chest and shoulders like they knew him. He fucking hated to be touched. "Jesus I fucking hate this place." He growled, before still gripping the bar that separated him from the first floor.
Meanwhile Nikki Tolinteno was having just as a hard time enjoying her time at the club. "Jesus, I fucking hate this place," Nikki Tolinteno, wiping her invisible sweat from her caramel-colored face. "When is the fire department gonna condemn this God-Forsaken place?"
Mimi Gregory gave Nikki a sympathetic look. "Someone grabbed your ass again?"
Nikki rolled her eyes and filled her tray with empty cups. "Not just my ass. Some joker actually pulled me in his lap and asked me to come home with him."
Mimi giggled softly, "So what'd you do?" Mimi asked, ready to hear the latest on her friend's outburst at the unruly customers.
"What do you think I did?" Nikki asked, walking toward the bar with a full tray. "I slapped his stupid drunk face, and told him to fuck himself." She smiled when Mimi started laugh heartily. "All I keep think is, Money money money..."
"Gotta dollar and a dick," Mimi finished, remembering a Lil Wayne song.
"These tricks better have more than that," a snappy voice cut in, and when Nikki looked up she rolled her eyes to see Samantha Alice, a leggy, blonde haired blue eye stripper. She actually thought she was above the waitress as Nancy's because she made extra money from being the most requested stripper there. With her fake boobs and skinny ass. She'd been Nikki's rival since the first time they met, when Nikki had been a measly collage freshman and new to the club scene. She'd preferred the quite of home, unlike her younger sister Penny who was in love with Nikki's fast-paced job. Samantha had been able to pick out Nikki's timid demeanor, and had accidently to that as weakness, and soon learned that Nikki was anything but weak.
"Right. We know you have to pay for those three abortions you've had in the past year still," Nikki replied, smiling at Jaryd, the bartender.
Samantha glared at her and growled, "Don't get mad because—"
"Sweetie," Jaryd interrupted, looking at Nikki. "Can you take that to the gentleman up there?" he pointed up on the balcony, where a man was looking over the crowd.
