bridges » david dobrik

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*once again, im 17 and have never been in a strip club lmao. this is all just a guess.... if its not accurate whoopsie daisy*

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"If I have to look you up, you're not allowed in," the bouncer sighed after we tried our same casino maneuver on him.

"But if someone else looks us up and we show you...?" I smiled somewhat seductively, but it was hard to feel seductive when my hair was a rat's nest, I had no makeup, and I was wearing a huge shapeless t-shirt. The bouncer probably wouldn't even look at me twice. "I'm Genevieve Parker. You look like the kind of guy that watched Mr. Phelps."

"You were Evie?" he raised his eyebrows like he didn't quite believe it. "You Richie's girl?"

"That's me," I smiled. "And this is my boyfriend, David. We're both twenty one. Please let us in."

"I'll let you in, but not your boyfriend," his gruff voice scared me a little, but I held my ground. I was in Las Vegas with a stranger who I just stupidly kissed, and I was not getting back in the car for a silent four hour car ride after that. I was too awkward to allow that to happen.

"Why not?" I frowned, pouting out my lips in an attempt to look sexy. "He's just here to watch. He's not going to do anything wrong."

"Watch what?" the bouncer challenged. "You gettin' on stage for amateur night?"

"Um, duh!" I confidently lied, sending the bouncer a smug smile. "That's why we're here!"

He seemed to contemplate for a second, and then said, "Just this once. If you leave, you're not allowed back in."

"You're a real one," I grinned, tugging David in the musty club after me. "Have a nice night!"

"How the hell did you do that?" David asked in awe, stopping me from going further into the club.

"I've got skills, Dobrik. If you stick around, you might learn a thing or two," I shook his arm off of me and delved further into the purple and zebra striped themed club. It had a big stage and a couple smaller ones sprinkled throughout, and the velvety deep purple chairs had some questionable stains on them. Besides the bar and the "private" rooms near the back, the place was pretty simple.

It was half full of sleazy, middle aged men who didn't seem very willing to throw money for what they were witnessing. The girls on the two smaller stages seemed like pros, doing flips and tricks on the pole that I couldn't even comprehend. The middle, larger stage was the host of "amateur night" as the bouncer so eloquently called it. On stage were two girls who looked related in their mismatched underwear dancing to whatever sexy song was playing over the speakers at the time, all the while two men cheered them on, throwing dollar bills their way. They weren't doing good, at least not like the other girls, but something about their pretty awful abilities made the entire group of men in the crowd pay attention to them.

"Are you really going to do that?" David asked, eyes flickering from the naked ladies sharing the stage and quickly back to me.

"Maybe," I shrugged with a smirk as we approached the bar. "I did promise the bouncer. You better throw money at me, too. It's going to be so fucking embarrassing if no one thinks I'm good."

"You're actually going to do it?" David confirmed, jaw dropped in shock.

"Uh, yeah," I said like it was no big deal, because truly, it wasn't. You only live once, as Drake so eloquently put it, so why not be a stripper for a couple minutes in a sleazy strip club in Vegas? "What's the harm?"

"Someone might follow us home."

"That's your best guess?" I laughed, standing on my tip toes looking for some staff member to teach me how to sign up. "It'll be fine, Dobrik. Live a little!"

I didn't give him a chance to respond, instead leaning over the bar to get the attention of the bartender. He was around thirty, with long straight brown hair and scarily blue eyes. "What'll you have, darling?"

"I want to know how to sign up for amateur night," I yelled over the sound of the announcer telling the club its next amateur's name. Blurred Lines started to play over the speakers as a new girl got on stage.

"You don't seem like that kind of girl," he commented while making his way over to the other end of the bar and grabbing what looked to be the sign up sheet.

"I'm full of surprises," I grinned, snatching the sheet from him and signing my name and preferred song while David stood awkwardly behind me, keeping a protective eye on me. "Thank you very much. When they call my name, I just go up?"

"Yes, Miss... Genevieve," he smiled a very gentle smile at me. "The money they throw is yours to keep, so put on a show."

"No worries about that," I laughed as I slipped the sheet back to him. "Thank you very much!"

David and I walked around for the next five minutes, laughing at some of the amateurs who probably looked ten times less stupid than I was about to and respectfully placing pennies on the edge of the professional's stages. We didn't have a ton of money to waste on these people; we had to get home. Still, we didn't want to look like we weren't throwing any money, so we shelled out as much as we could.

A few minutes later, the lady got back on stage and said into the microphone, "Next up for our amateur night, you may know her from famous movies such as Life Interrupted and Mr. Phelps, Genevieve Parker!"

I wasn't sure exactly how she knew it was me since I only put Genevieve on the sign up sheet, but I rolled with it. Maybe the bouncer had already talked to her. I sent David a subtle wink and practically pranced up to the stage, hugging the announcer and thanking her for letting me come. The crowd seemed to perk up at the fact that I was considered a celebrity and not just some girl who wanted to do something crazy while in Vegas, and I even got a few hoots as I nervously stood in the center of the stage, waiting for my song to start.

When the first notes of Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls started playing, I knew it was now or never. It was definitely a little awkward at first, dancing and spinning around a pole while David and a group of thirty or so strangers watched on, throwing money at me in the process. I got into a groove though, especially after I shed my shirt. It was thrilling and freeing and really fun, and I didn't think I was doing half bad based on all the cheering and the dollar bills being thrown my way.

Just as the song reached the lyrics take a chance to recognize that this could be yours, I made eye contact with David, smirking as he sat dumbfounded in one of the stained purple chairs. I sent him a subtle wink and continued on with my routine, feeling a blush hit my cheeks as the song came to a close and there I was: half naked on a rickety stage with drunk middle aged men catcalling me. I quickly recovered my shirt and began rounding up my money, shoving it in the waistband on my shorts and waving as I ducked off stage to find David.

"That was..." he said as I approached, but never finished his sentence, instead choosing to add, "Wow."

"I feel liberated," I giggled, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. "Anyways, you ready to go? If we leave now, we could make it back to LA before midnight."

"Uh, yeah," David nodded, seeming a little frazzled. "Let's, uh, let's get out of here."

perhaps there is some sexual tension there. also ive been obsessed with buttons since david used it in the stripper vlog so i just had to lol

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