Tonight was a night I had left just for myself. This business with the band had left me stressed out of my mind and I needed to get away on my own. I told the boys I'd be in the gym because I knew they'd never check for me there. I was really headed to a strip club.
Stepping out in the public eye, especially to go to a place that was seen as vulgar and unsanitary was definitely a huge risk, but ulitmately I was willing to take it. If the paparazzi wanted to catch me going into a building which encouraged girls to become hookers, so be it.
I took the final step on the sidewalk until I was standing right in front of the entrance. It looked phenomenal from the outside and I could only imagine how it looked on the inside. It had a name written in French, which I couldn't read.
The moment I stepped inside, I had wondered why I didn't go to places like this regularly. There were girls literally everywhere you looked. Some were on poles, some were serving drinks, some were talking to guys in booths. This wasn't my first time being at a strip club, the guys took me to one on my birthday last year, but this one was way more extravagant than the other one. I had a feeling I'd be coming here more often.
I walked over to a booth to sit by myself. It was close to the back of the club, but I could see everything that was going on from where I was sat. Eventually a girl in a very tiny amount of clothing walked over and asked what I had wanted to drink. I simply answered that a coke and scotch would be fine and she walked away after telling me she'd be right back. Once she brought my drink back, she walked away, but kept an eye on me the whole night. I just sat back and enjoyed it all.
I looked around the place at all of the beautiful women who worked here. Once I looked at the front of the club by the stage, I saw her. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She had kind of short, blonde hair which was curled. She was wearing a little more clothing than the rest of the girls, but not much. She was very tall, probably about 5'10 or so. She was so stunning, and I knew that I had to find out more about her.
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