You'll notice that most of the story is set at night
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Cali POV
I looked at him and smirked. "My job brings me out here at 1am."
Abel nodded and smiled, "I've come across many girls like you."
"Define girls like me." I gave him a confused look and he sighed and caressed my cheek.
"Girls like you....Girls like you are very intriguing, mysterious, usually very skilled and talented. Girls like you are a lost, empty soul...something has triggered you to become who you are and now you're stuck that way."
He smiled then took my hand.
"I tend to....'attract' girls like you, making your money, holding your own, loves attention from the male species....extracts pleasure from pain, an admirable muse."
He stepped closer to me and continued to speak, in my ear.
"Dead inside, thinks lust will fill the void, but will it?"
I felt myself shiver a little, I felt somewhat uncomfortable and intimidated by him....his voice is so seductive. It distracted me from the fact that he just gave me a fact file on myself....he isn't very wrong.
"You don't know me..." I said as I put my hair behind my ear.
"You won't admit it, you can't...but I know you better than you know yourself." He replied.
He looked into my eyes and nodded.
"The sadness in your eyes is from being hurt...physically? No...emotionally, love has mistreated you, but now...now you're unrestrained, emotionally removed from intimacy, permanently? No, only temporarily, until you find someone who is just like how you are now, who understands you, who agrees with your views on 'love'. Trust me, I've come across girls like you." He said in his intimidating but seductive tone.
Abel POV
I wrote my number on a piece of paper and put in her pocket, before leaving I kissed her hand then headed back home. I have come across girls like her but not exactly her...she's different, she barely spoke, she didn't ask me if I wanted sex with her, she seemed somewhat timid and frightened...frail and weak, there's more to her than any girl similar to her. She's stuck in an inbetween position, she's chosen the life she's living over another 'better' 'cleaner' option but why? That's the only thing I couldn't read...why did she choose this life. It can't just have been from a broken heart.
-Two days later(Thursday), 10pm-
Abel POV
I sat in the strip club once again, in a state of depression it seems. I've been lost in my own thoughts, not sure of the next move for myself. Music and singing usually gets me back on track but I'm back on tour next week so it's better to perfect the performance whenever I can then make more music after the tour. My next rehearsal is tomorrow and everyday after that until saturday of next week.
I sat slouched on the sofa in the club. Music played as the girls danced on the pole, then another girl came out and took her place. The song changed and she looked up as she began to take off her bra...the girl from two nights ago.
I recognized her routine, I thought back to when I last came then remembered the girl I couldn't take my eyes off. She's immensely talented on the pole, she moves so gracefully and passionately, it's very entertaining to watch. I watched her every move as I slowly intoxicated myself with my poisonous beverage.
Eyes closed...lost in the music, all I could see was her, she takes her craft very seriously, which is what makes her extremely admirable.
-Fifteen Minutes later-
She finished her routine then went backstage. That was my cue to leave, she was the only reason I stayed.
As I motioned towards the door she stepped in front of me and bit her lip as she pulled my jacket. She lead me back to the sofa. I sat down then looked up at her and smirked.
"You think I didn't see you sat here baby?" She moved her hips then put her leg on the side of the sofa. I bit my lip and smiled then got out my ones.
As I was about to 'tip' her then she stopped me.
"On the house."
"Don't let who I am get in the way of you making your money and doing your thing, let me." I could tell she knew who I was from when she first looked at me the other night, she sure knows how to play it off. I put the money in her underwear. "What's your name then?"
"Cali."
