This is a story that includes acts violence so if you are not into these types of things or if you are faint of heart, you should stop reading here.
Everyone in this story is over 18, and I wrote it with a guy I was seeing a while back, so there will be changes in points of view. I tried to integrate his part and mine and make it more uniform...
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Serving a couple of drinks to a group of particularly drunk and rude men, Cayce snatched her tip off the table and scampered off as quickly as possible before the men, who really weren't more than boys, could get their hands any further up her short black skirt. That was the downside of working at a strip club at the ripe age of 19, even if she was just a bartender/waitress half the time.
"Darn it" she muttered, "Just when I decide to break in my new heels these guys decide to get drunk and friendly".
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Damien opened the door, walking into the local convenience store. He picked up a case of beer and walked over to the counter. "Just put it on my tab" he said, eyeing the cartons of cigarettes behind the man who worked there every night. The man sighed, picking up the beer and brought it back the fridge.
"Your tab is already at 80 bucks Sir, I'm not letting you get anything else until you start paying it off."
Angrily muttering, Damien scowled at the man and walked out of the store empty handed, who knows when he'd get the extra money. Disgruntled, he started heading back to his apartment. He stopped and turned his head over to a sign.
"Tripple X Strip Club..." he whispered to himself "First two drinks are free..."
He changed directions and headed to where the gaudy neon sign was hanging above a door. Just before entering, he zipped up his light jacket and popper up its collar. No point in looking like a pervert if he was just going for the free drinks. He walked over to the catwalk and sat himself down at a table with pole 9 being nearest to him.
Motioning to the nearest bartender for her to see the newcomer, he decided to enjoy himself and watch the girls dance, just till he got his drinks that is. Then, he'd be gone. He watched as a couple of men had their hands all over a young waitress or bartender.
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Getting to the bar counter, Cayce easily pulled herself up, swinging her legs over. "Not the most graceful way to get on the other side of the bar" she thought to herself, "but certainly the quickest".
"Hey there Stronghold!" Chirped Kristeena, "Check out Pole 9!"
Both girls swung their heads over quickly gazing at the catwalk. All ten strippers were going their routines, but the new girl on pole 9 was having some trouble. Glancing at the clock, Cayce saw that there was still a good 20 minutes left till the girls switched.
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Damien laughed to himself as she left, quite quickly he noted. She was surely not new to this, not with those looks. He could see her sliding over the bar, and he got the sense that she somehow gave off some impression of innocence
"Although, dressed like that, you'd never know" he thought to himself, taking her in, all of her in.
He sighed, shifting his attention to the girl putting two bottles of beer on the table. She smiled sweetly when Damien showed signs of not being a pervert, and asked if there was anything else she could do for him. Damien looked up at his dancer, shaking his head as she fumbled again. The waitress acknowledged his complaint and laughed "I'll see what we can do about... that" She said, trailing off and heading towards the bar. Damien took a sip of his beer and felt his taste buds protest. The beer tasted like shit.
Begrudgingly, he started chugging.
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