Dinzel

17// Lap dance

{Bruce}
The music was ear-blasting and the lights could be seen from miles away.

Jimmy couldn't make it which was disappointing. He said he had some shit to do.

The day hadn't been so eventful so I'd like to forget it. But my arms had been aching all day. Rachel almost laughed when I told her about my over work out.

Anyways, Noah, Zack, Leo, Jude and I rode in my black Tata Harrier. The ride was loud and the guys wouldn't stop talking about some chic at the club we were going. A pole dancer I presume.

I just wished Jim had come. He was the only one besides Raych that I could open up to. And the only one that could relate to about Bradley's death.

We strolled into the club and I couldn't help but notice how the ladies turned their head towards us, specifically me.

Most of them were barely dressed. I liked that. But some of them went overboard, wearing only nets. Strippers, pole dancers, this club had it all.

The five of us.. and the two body guards in black tux who I really tried to ignore, walked down to our VIP spot.

I walked by this tall girl who had too much make up on. She wore a leather belt over her body as clothing. I mean she could have just come here naked. What's the point?

When she saw me, her mouth fell open and the drink she had in her mouth spilled out.

Ew.

We finally reached our section, after many minutes of watching Jude and Zack point at some pole dancers I didn't care to see.

Our seats were rounded at a small table and a lady came to take our orders.

"And what will you have sir," she turned to me.

Her hair was tied down in a pony tail and her uniform was buttoned to the top.

The only decently dressed one I had seen in the entire club. She had a small full stop nose ring, a note pad and pen in her hand as she looked at me.

"Anything Jude's having," I answered shortly and she left.

"Dude! Dude! That's her!" Zack exclaimed and I almost threw up at how squeaky his voice sounded.

The five of us turned our heads to the pole centred at the club.

The little girl, about nineteen years old, wore barely any clothing, dancing on the pole. She was indeed sexy as her body swing and swayed. Her hair was long and only added to all the men's amusement.

Our orders arrived and I began sipping the drink I was given. Beer apparently, as I watched the girl dance.

Jude pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Holding it against his lips.

I don't have anything against smoking, but I just don't see the point. I had smoked a few times and I guess the attention is just not worth it.

"So how are things going with the human?" I looked up to see Jude puffing, his eyes on me. "Done it yet?"

I snapped my eyes away, taking my drink carefully. "It's a process." I stated "Plus," I paused, thinking about the girl. "She's the bravest servant girl I've ever seen. And she has quite a sharp tongue."

"What are you two talking about?" Leo sat up, raising a brow.

"We can't tell Leo," Noah muttered, sipping his drink.

"Can't tell Leo what? And why not?" Leo inquired looking between all four of us.

He was the only one that wasn't aware of it.