"So your the infamous Justin Bieber huh?" Travis the security guard asked me. "The one and only of course." I said while watching over the club. "So your going to be taking over Bruce's club?" He asked. "I guess so, I didn't know it was a strip club though." I said looking at the women climbing up and down the poles. "Yeah, they're all young girls too. 18 and over of course." He explained. Then suddenly, the lights shut off. A single spot light of shone on the stage. A slow instrumental of the Weeknd's song Valerie came on over the speakers. A petite girl who couldn't be over 18. She gracefully walked on the stage and into the light. I couldn't help but let my jaw drop. Her long curly hair lapped over her medium sized breast and her bikini bottoms hugged her round ass while her cheater print tattoo ran down her thighs. She swiftly climbed the pole and swayed her way down softly. The crowd stared at her in awe. "Like what you see eh?" My friend Matt said running up from behind me with a vanilla folder. "She's gorgeous." I said licking my lips as I imagined how good she would be in bed. "Apparently, her name is Valerie, she's 18 years old from Chicago, Illinois. She's been working here for 6 months, she had a pretty abusive boyfriend." Matt explained while reading her employee profile. I shook my head and grabbed my drink. "Its always the damaged ones." I said clapping for her as she finished her dance and walked off stage. I sat in the back of the club as the music blared through the speakers. My ears was filled with laughter and conversations from the party goers. I stood up tall and pushed my way through the promiscuous women dancing on strangers and made my way to the DJ booth. I'm Justin Bieber, known as one of the most successful club promoters there is. I live in an condo in Manhattan, New York. I became a club promoter simply because of the fact that I look and speak good, and I'm pretty persuasive people would listen to me and I love to party. I left from my hometown in Canada to go to college here in New York back in my early twenties. In all of my 28 years of living I have never been in a serious relationship. Sure I've dated girld and took part in casual sex, but I've never really been in love and I don't plan on it. Girls just cant really handle my lifestyle. I'm in clubs all day, girls and even guys on occasions, throw themselves at me all the time. But I'm sure once I find a girl who make me feel the feelings I hear about all the time, I'll know. "Hey, Justin." The club DJ, Eric greeted me. "I've been better." I said running my fingers through my hair. "Sorry to hear that bro, but whats up?" He asked "What do you know about the girl that just came off the stage?" I asked Eric. "Oh Valerie, one of the best girls here. She's 18 years old, she works here on weekends and on weekdays she's a waitress at some restaurant. She doesn't really speak much, she actually pretty shy." He chuckled at the irony of a stripper being shy. "Why you interested in her or something?" He asked smirking. "Just want to know my girls, that's all." I said with a little smile. A couple hours later the club closed. "Aye man, you gon close up?" Matt asked me putting his jacket on. "Yeah sure, imma just see if everyone's gone." I said putting the glasses up. "Aight man, see ya tomorrow." Matt said as he left. I jumped over the counter while making my way to the back room. "What do you mean he's about to drop him off? Adam was supposed to watch Michael till I got home!" I heard a voice scream into a phone. I then noticed it was Valerie from earlier tonight. "You know what just wait till I get home im on my way now." She said as she ended the call. She sat up and sighed while running her fingers through her hair and zipping up her jacket. "Um can I help you ma'am?" I asked her leaned against the wall. She turned around quickly as she took note of who I was. "Your Justin Bieber, the new owner right?" She said stopping to look up to me. Her short structure, was adorable compared to my tall muscular figure. "Yeah, and your Valerie right?" I said smirking, while reaching for a hand shake. "Yeah, but um i'll see you tomorrow I really gotta be somewhere." She said trying to rush out the door. "Hey wait a minute!" I shouted while chasing after her. "What?" she said kind of irritated. "Let me take you home. Or where ever your trying to go." I said offering her a ride. She thought for a minute while twirling her bus card in her hand. "Sure but you gotta hurry up."
