Woman | Oscar Diaz

Woman - Chapter One

Oscar leaned forward, resting his chin on his fists, his elbows digging into his thighs. He didn't mind though, the sight in front of him was his main priority.

How the sleek, tan, Latinas legs wrapped around the pole. How her hair flipped and the tattoo of a kiss mark on her ass moved as she danced. She had a pink bunny costume on, with black tights. He licked his lips, nibbling down on his bottom, that was a woman.

"Hermanito." He turned his head, facing his little brother Cesar. "I know I told you you could fuck any girl in the club tonight for your eighteenth birthday." He lifted his hand, giving bus shoulder a hard squeeze. "But that.." He pointed his long finger to the long black hair flowing through the white and pink confeti in the air. "I'm gonna make her my wife."

Cesar smiled, nodding at his older brother, his eyes half shut from the blunt they shared not too long ago. "All yours, homie."

Oscars eyes switched back to the girl, he had to find a way to approach her. The girls in this strip joint never like being talked to, if it wasn't for making money purposes. They were always stuck up and thought they didn't owe anybody a conversation. So there was only one thing left to do, he'd have to pay to get her attention.

"Stay here." Oscar instructed, handing him a stack of ones. Cesar nodded shortly and so he stood up, observing all of the girl in tall, clear heels up and down once more, then took long, confident strides towards the bar, where the manager was standing. He cleared his throat, making himself known. The managers eyes looked up from a list on the counter, to Oscar. He was leaning against the bar, half asleep with a cigarette hanging out from between his lips. If Oscar didn't know any better he'd say he was completely strung out on something.

"How can I help you sir?" He set his hands on his hips, he was visibly shaking from the amount 'caffeine' he was running on, his hair was messy and greasy and his name tag that read "Joshua" was hanging onto his shirt lazily. All-in-all he looked wore out. He was young, though. Maybe mid to late twenties but on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Oscar nodded to the girl dancing on pole seven. "How much for alone time? Bunny costume."

The manager's eyes shifted, his mouth slowly parted. "Belleza?" He turned to a chart on the wall next to him, his finger scanning a couple of words, before turning back to Oscar. "She's not available, seems. Sorry for the inconvenience." He sighed, wiping his hands on his khakis. "Anyone else interest you? Half the price, one-fifty." He piped, his voice cracking, he was desperate for a bill.

Oscar flexed his jaw, taking in a deep breath. He fished his wallet out of his grey cargo shorts. "We both know you need the money," He dropped six hundred on the counter, his nostrils flared. "I'll double it, for fifteen minutes."

The manager raised his eyebrow, eyeing the money on the counter. "You're crazy, kid." He picked the bills one by one, licked his finger and thumbed through them. "She ain't nothing special, but, to each their own." Chuckling, he looked down and under the bar pressed a button. The lights at pole number seven turned off. Belleza looked around confused, before hopping off of the stage.

Oscar nodded at him as a thank you, so Joshua motioned for him to follow. They entered a dark, narrow hallway and he began to speak. "No touching, unless she wants you to. She'll let you know by grabbing your hands and putting them on her." He stopped, looking up at Oscar. "Shouldn't be a problem, you're young and attractive."

Oscar furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms as they began to walk again, passing doors with signs like, 'stage one, room one' or 'stage one, room two'.

"You paid for fifteen minutes." They came to a stop in front of a door that said, 'stage seven, room one' he took his keys from his pocket and unlocked it. "You paid extra, I'm gonna be nice to you, you been nice to me." He twisted the handle, and pushed the door open. "I'm gonna give you thirty. She'll be here in a moment."