Smoke was heavy in the atmosphere of the strip club. Michael had dragged me down here after cashing in our score money. Lately we'd been earning quite a bit of money that we could unwind and de-stress our selves as much as we wanted, but tonight I was just irritated. Michael had his eyes set on a young and pretty girl dressed in white lingerie dancing on the pole. She wasn't truly experienced on it, that I could tell with her almost jerky movements and her nervous eyes.
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She finished her dance to some 80's sexy song I didn't recognize and made her way off stage and onto the floor, another girl took her place. "Hey," Michael says to her and she comes to him like a loyal dog. "What's your name, sweet pea?" Michael asks the young stripper, her dirty blonde hair falling down her shoulders. She smiles sweetly and sits in his lap.
"My name is Starlet," she says in a breathy tone, as if acting like she was Marilyn Monroe. She shifts in his lap and I can tell she is an amateur in her job. She looks at me and her blue eyes are full of hope and sadness, then she quickly looks away from my menacing gaze.
"Why don't you loosen up a bit with a drink?" Michael suggests, noticing her lack of comfort.
"I'm not supposed to drink on the job, Mr. Townley." She says nervously.
"Psht," Michael says and picks his beer off of the bar top. "Have a drink." He hands her the bottle. She looks between him and the bottle nervously, but takes a drink.
"Good job Michael," I say in a patronizing tone. "Ruin another girl for your precious dick needs."
Michael and Starlet look at me like I'm crazy, but Michael knows the truth. "I don't sleep around," she tries to hand the bottle back but Michael gently pushes her hand back to her.
"Take another sip, babe." He says smoothly and frowns at me. I watch as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back and the liquid pours down her throat. It wasn't long before Starlet was intoxicated and nearly tugging at Michael's belt on his pants.
"Hey T, I'll see you later," he says drunkenly and they are both laughing with each other.
"This is a bad idea, Michael. You are married in case you've forgotten." I say, trying to convince him not to. I have a bad feeling with this relationship.
"I didn't know monogamy was a moral of yours." Michael says. He's such a fucking brat. He has a wife and two kids at home, yet he's messing around with a young girl at a club.
"Whatever Michael," I groan and turn away, drinking from my bottle. I glance at them with my eyebrows furrowed as they walk away from me, noticing that Starlet would freeze outside dressed in her white lingerie. Even in a walk to the car, then from the car to the motel Michael would drive them to.
I decided to go back to my shitty apartment and catch some sleep. I threw down a couple dollar bills for the beers and stood, turning to leave. "Hey, wait." I heard a voice behind me. I turned and a girl dressed in red lingerie strode to me.
