I casually walked into Kadie's Bar for about the 30th time this month and it always became more nerve racking each time I decided to go. I was just waiting for one of the bar maids to call me out on being too young to be in here, and this would get me in some deep shit with the cops and my parent's if they ever found out. Actual I would most likely be disowned if they knew I was going to a bar/strip club whenever they were away.

So far though no one had questioned my age after all I was seventeen, guess I looked old enough to them or maybe they really just didn't give a fuck after all this was "Sin City". Nervously I rubbed my hands together and shifted my eyes around looking for an open booth that was secluded enough that people wouldn't notice me, but would still give me a good view of the stage. I ended up finding one on the left side of the room and hurriedly went to claim it before another drunken idiot tried to come over and take it.

After settling into the seat and taking off my winter coat I tried to calm my breathing and give myself a little pep talk to boost my confidence and lower my paranoia "Come on Rosy you've done this before, this time you just have to push yourself and not chicken out like last time" I kept talking to myself inside my head but it was hard to do this with all the loudly obnoxious chatter of the men around me. I rubbed my head slightly feeling an oncoming headache "God I need a beer" I muttered to myself, and as if my mind was being read one of the bar maids walked over "What'll it be babe?"

I smiled slightly I knew that sweet talking voice anywhere "Hi Shelly"

Shelly was the only barmaid here who served me I guess you could say we had formed somewhat of a friendship over the past months, many might say she's too talkative and annoying but I found her to be a complete doll and I felt like I could really trust her. That's why awhile back I had told her of the real reason I came to this bar since than she's always been teasing me about my little secret and pushing me to do what I always come here to actual do.

I watched tentatively as Shelly leaned over my table and put a hand under her chin and give me that cute smirk that played over those full red lips. I also couldn't help but to enjoy the way her cleavage stuck out. I snapped out of it though there was only one girl I was after tonight.

"So you think your actual going to have the guts to go up to her tonight?"

Her eyes gleamed with teasing and amusement at my child like crush for the exotic dancer.

I sighed "Maybe"

Shelly was not pleased with my answer and as I wrung my hands nervously and downcast my eyes she put a soft hand under my chin.

"Hun you don't know what's gonna happen until you actual go and do something about it, so why not just go for it?"

"You're right I should it's just every time I get the chance I just freeze up and I feel like I'll make a fool out of myself"

Shelly put her hand on my shoulder and I looked into her eyes as she gently spoke to me.

"Look the worst thing that could happen is that she's not interested, and if that happens well you might feel a little heartbroken about it, but you'll know you gave it a try"

I started to feel more confident after she said this, because I knew Shelly was right I would never know what would happen in less I put my thoughts into action.

"Alright I'll talk to her before she starts her dance on stage"

Shelly smiled "I'll be holding you to that"

"Don't worry I don't plan on jumping ship this time" I said with a slight laugh running the ends of my fingers through my long hair.

"Here I'll go grab you a beer to help calm those nerves of yours"

I started to pull out some money to go ahead and pay her for it but she stopped me.

"This one's on the house babe"

She winked at me than walked off to go get me my beer.