Early the next morning, Alan awoke to find the girl was gone. Looking around the room, the brunette noticed a note lying on the vanity in his room. Picking it up, Alan examined the piece of paper.
It read 'Alan, thank you for staying with me while I slept last night. I hope to see you again soon. Love, Fangurl' on the back of the note, was two hundred dollars taped there for Alan's services.
This confused Alan. He hadn't done anything to earn this money. All he did was lay beside her while she slept. And how did she know his name when he had never told her what it was?
Looking down at the note, he studied her name; Fangurl; such a strange and peculiar name, yet unique. He wanted to see her again, to ask her some questions, and to thank her for leaving him such a large tip for really no services at all. Alan tucked the note and the money into his pants pocket.
He didn't know whether or not to show the note to any of his coworkers so Alan decided to keep quiet about it unless asked about how his night went. Slipping his shirt back on over his head, Alan stepped out into the hallway and witnessed a customer leaving another room down the hall. A few moments later Eric came out. He lit a cigarette before acknowledging Alan's presence. "How'd your night go Alan?" Eric asked as he rubbed some of the glitter off his chest that was still there.
"Good," Alan replied in a whisper tone.
"Did you have another good customer?" Eric wondered as he took another drag of the cigarette.
"Well, the thing is, all she wanted me to do was to lay there with her while she slept. Nothing else really happened. I laid there beside her and watched her sleep," Alan explained.
"That's strange, I've never had a customer do that before," Eric said.
"I only laid there with her and she left me two hundred dollars," Alan informed.
"Just for that?" Eric asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Yeah, and she knew who I was too, even though I've never met her before," Alan explained.
"Is she coming back ever?" Eric wondered.
"I don't know, I hope so, she was very sweet," Alan stated.
As the week drug on, Alan became sadder and sadder when Fangurl never showed back up. He much rather preferred her over some of his other clients he'd had this week. Alan was almost raped again by two more customers who slipped roofies into some wine before giving it to him. Luckily, Eric had caught the men before they could do any real damage to his friend.
Friday night, the bar was swamped with customers again. Alan, Eric, Ciel, William, and Grell were frantically working the tables and bar while Ronald was performing, and Claude and Sebastian were in 'private performance' rooms.
As Ronald finished his performance, a horde of men dressed in black suits entered the establishment and pulled out guns. All of the customers crowded underneath the tables as a white haired man stepped forward. He demanded "Angela, where are you?"
The woman walked out and crossed her arms. "Ash, what the hell do you think you're doing to my bar?" she asked angrily.
"Your rent for the month is due, dearest sister," Ash stated. "No exceptions this time."
"Miss Angela, what is he talking about?" Alan questioned confused.
Ash turned to Alan and explained "My sister Angela must pay me a fee once a month for usage of my property building. If she does not make the cut for the month, everything on the premises, including the workers, belongs to me now."
Alan, Eric, Ronald, Grell, William, and Ciel turned and saw two suited men bring Sebastian and Claude into the room. "Ash, you cannot just take my employees like this," Angela stated. "I paid good money for them." She watched as the suited men began to tie each of the workers' hands together.
"I'll take good care of them Angie, don't worry," he promised with a sarcastic tone. Ash then turned to Alan and touched his face as a sadistic smile formed on his lips. "Especially this beauty right here; he'll be my new favorite."
The brunette felt his heart pound as he quivered against Ash's hand. Ash then snapped his fingers and all of strippers' heads were covered with black pillowcases. "This is so they don't know where they'll be staying from now on," Ash told Angela. He turned to two of the suited men. "Take this one," Ash ordered as he pushed Alan towards them. "Put him in my car, separate from the others." Alan felt tears well in his eyes as he was pulled further away from his best friend Eric and closer to this freak Ash.