Bones: I didn't bother to wear my shirt when I got in the private room. This time I got the big room, because I was the first to arrive or something like that. The man who asked for me looked 40, more or less.
He looked at my breasts and his eyes moved south. He sat there and stared at my body for a while before smiling and looking up at me. I wore my sexy smile.
"Hello," he said and moved aside, still sitting, and signaled me to come over. I sat beside him. After touching me and masturbating he opened his mouth again. All he asked for was a blowjob. So I blowed him a job. It was my specialty, really.
He wasn't even that big and he was so easy to turn on. It didn't take long before I had to swallow and stand up. He thanked me and I left after he paid me.

Booth: It took me two weeks to come back to that strip club. That girl at the bar – Angie? Ana? – told me that Temperance was busy, in one of these rooms. So I ordered a drink and sat by a corner table, waiting for her. I sat there for a while before I saw her body – I tried to ignore the fact that her tits were out – coming out of a red door. It was a different room from the one I met her at.
I wondered if I should signal her, but I finished up drinking more and more. She looked at the club, and her eye got me. I smiled, and she looked pretty shocked. I got up but she just nodded and pointed her thumb to the front door.
My smile went bigger. Yeah, right. She rolled her eyes and went to this man standing by the bar. Probably her boss. She gave him some money, he counted it and then gave her some. Not much, I think.

Bones: Goodman said I could leave early. Which was cool, since I was here first and I was tired as fuck. I put my shirt – MY shirt, not a work shirt – on and left, not looking at that Silly guy again. What kind of name is that anyway? Seeley?
I started walking to my home. It was about 15 minutes of walking from the club. It took me 4 minutes to understand that somebody is following me.
I wasn't even surprised when I saw Booth behind me, "wow, really? Can't you just back off?"
"Um, no," he raised one of his eyebrows, "I told you, I want to go out with you, I'm not leaving until you say yes."
"Why would you even want to go out with me? I'm a whore, you know."
"Yeah, I know. And I don't care. Where are we going?" He almost ran to catch up with me.
"I," I started and he smiled, "am going home. And I really could not care less about your destination."
"Well, your destination is my destination, so I guess you shouldn't be THAT carefree."
"Look, even if you'll follow me home, it's not like I have to let you in."
"I never said that, but it's cold, and you seem to have mercy," he smiled at me now, and I walked faster and faster, he didn't stop.

Booth: We got to her house quite quickly. Well, I won't really call it a house, because it was a tiny box of metal.
"Yeah, that's my shed," she mumbled.
"Shed? That's your… You live in a shed?" I looked at her.
"What?" She looked back at me, "no, I live in a building. You know, just because I'm a hooker, it doesn't mean I'm a poor little girl."
"What? I never said th-"
"Yeah, whatever. You didn't actually think I'm taking you home, right?" She smiled. Ugh, I love her smile so much. She got in the grayish blue shed and I dived in after her. It wasn't that bad. It had a mini fridge – she opened it and I discovered tones of alcohol – and a little couch, and this really really little TV screen.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked her after I sat on the couch.
She laughed, "yeah, like YOU need premession," she looked at me – her eyes were hypnotizing – and calmed down, "what is it?"
"How old are you?"
"Wow, that's not a question you ask a lady."
"I don't take you as much of a lady. And I seriously want to know."

Bones: "Why? What's the deal?"
"I just want to know, you know, you're in this business and you… You look so young."
"I'm 22," I said, just to shut him up. He looked a bit shocked, and I moved in the spot for a moment, "what?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"6 years. Now, can you… Like… Stop talking?"
"You've been doing this since you were-?"
"Shut up," I almost shouted and stood up, "I'm gonna ask you to leave now."
"Look, I'm sorry, that was completely tactless-"
"Yes, it was," gosh, I was so angry, "leave! Now!"
"Bones-"
"Don't you call me Bones. We're not even friends. You don't know me. Now do me a favor and stop stalking me," I walked to the door and opened it, "good night."
He was about to argue, but then closed his mouth and stood up as well, "I'm really sorry, I say things I shouldn't say."
"Oh, you're telling me? Look, I don't need explanations. This was a mistake. As I said the other day… You're a stranger. Now, go."
He looked at me before stepping out, "Temp-" I slammed the door before he could say anything.

Booth: I can be such a douche sometimes. I just never thought I'll be a douche to a woman I don't even know, and a woman I actually like. I was planning on going straight home, but I remembered my car was still parking at the club, so I walked there. I walked so slow, and the walk seemed to be a lot longer. Angie was just locking up when I arrived. "What… What's the time?"
"Almost 5am. Weak night," she put the keys back in her bag, "what's up with you and Bren?"
"Up? Nothing's up. Everything's pretty much down, actually."
"She's really hard to crack, but don't give up on her," she walked towards one of the cars, "I can see you like her."
"Like her? No… No… That obvious?"
"That obvious. But I can promise you she has no idea. She never has any idea. It's a shock for her, that someone actually gives a damn."
"She doesn't look like such of a giving-a-damn woman herself."
"I'm just saying, whatever happened tonight, or the other night you were here, just… You shouldn't stop trying," she smiled and got in the car.
"Wait."
"Yeah?" She opened the window so she could hear me.
"That's not very nice, but, what's your name again?"
"Again? I never introduced myself. I'm Angela."
"Oh. Hey, Angela. My name is-"
"Yeah, I know," she smiled and took off.