The Stripper

The Stripper - A beast like him.

Magic Jay

Pale grey napkins on the table with plates of a silver shade along cutlery. Everything's well put together.

"Can you please put glasses on the table and also light the candles?" I look at the girl in the ponytail.

She smiles at me and then starts looking for glasses. She looks lost. And cute. Argh, what am I even thinking?

"Over there." I point at one of the drawers.

She's quick to find so I go back to finishing the cooking. Once I'm done, I walk to the table with one of our stews with the pasta in it and start filling each plate with pasta. Smell's delicious! As I'm about to fill Chris's plate, I feel a soft hand on my wrist. I look up to face Candy.

"He's not out yet, which means it's just going to cold when he's about to eat it." She states.

"Right.." I say agreeable and put the stew on the kitchen range again.

She sits down and I do the same, waiting for one of us to break the ice. Me, banging a seventeen year old is still running through my mind but I try to let go of it.

She eats quietly while I watch her every move. She has such rear face features, looking all innocent and everything. Not does she only look innocent but she looks mysterious too. Somebody hard to read. But it doesn't surprise me so much. If she can put a mask on that isn't even her realself aka when she's working as an escort, then she must have gone through a lot to be able to do that.

I hear her clear her throat; "What?" She smiles with a hint of blush.

Did I forget to mention that beautiful dimple on her left cheek?

Shut up Jay.

She can't distract you. She shouldn't.

"Do you like my delicious food?" I ask instead of answering her question.

"It's lovely." She smiles.

As much as I want to smile back, I can't. I just can't. I'm not that type of person who smiles alot. Almost impossible to see me smile twice a day. But there's something about this girl that makes me want to smile. Her smile has this affection on me, I can't see why.

"How old are you?" She questions all of the sudden.

Uh.. how old do you want me to be?

"Twenty three." I simply answer and drink some of the wine.

She looks at me of curiosity and smiles. Oh kaY?

"Don't worry, you're not the oldest I've slept with." She scratches her forehead a bit.

Holy moly? So, has she like slept with somebody 40+? please don't say so.

"And no, don't give me that look. The oldest has been like 35 or something." She yawns.

It's sad mostly. To be seventeen and an escort. Not living your life to the fullest, not having a friend and mostly not having a home. Must suck. And having a homeless person sitting right in front of me, that's more likely never happened before. See, I'm not the generous type - according to people. It's always been Chris. Chris this, Chris that. Every single person always talks about Chris in a good way. Me, they rather keep quiet about. That's how it has always been and probably will always be. I'm like a snake with green eyes. I "bite" on the outside but all I want on the inside is to feel loved.

"And I thought I was too old." I murmur quietly.

If six years apart isn't old, I don't know what is. But I guess Linda is the one who gets her all the clients. Linda is the leader after all. The only reason I know her is because she always happens to be at the pub at the same time as me. Talk about coincidence. Trust me, I'm like a sex god, it's not surprising to see so many girls throwing theirselves at me. Yet I can't figure out why Candy isn't doing that without the mask on?