I pulled the heavy, dark tinted entrance door open making my way inside. As soon as I step into the club I was hit with a cheesy tune and the strong smell of smoke and body odor, not to mention it was humid as hell.
I made a plan to make my call and get the hell out of the club as soon as I could.
I scanned the room around until I spotted the lifesaving device near the end of the bar. I quickly made my way over ignoring the dancing women on the far side of the room and the loud whistles and hollers that followed.
I asked the bartender if I could make a call, who informed me that I would have to buy something first. I sure as hell was not going to buy a lap dance that's for sure.
I was against stripping, I found the whole thing disgusting and offensive to women, to feel like they had to sell their bodies for money and I didn't like how it portrayed men, giving us a bad rep as well, as if we all thought women were only good for sex toys and nothing more.
I asked for a beer and gave the bar attendant his money. I took a swig and proceeded to wipe the ear piece of the phone.
The man laughed at my actions and went to help another customer while on lookers eyed me curiously. I guess, my suit and I stood out in a place like that.
I dialed the number and waiting for a response. It took about two minutes before someone even picked up.
I explained to the operator about my problem and she told me basically due to it being the holiday season and them being back up with loads of calls, I was stuck till morning. I curse my luck trying to not let myself take out my anger on the nice lady on the line.
I hung up the phone and attempted to make another call to my friend Emmett, to see if he could leave dinner to get me.
I let out a heavy sigh taking another gulp of my beer when all I was met with was a busy line. I slammed the phone down annoyed and finished my drink off.
Once I realized I was on my own for the night I button up my work jacket and prepared myself for the long walk to my friend's house.
I walked pass the bar about to leave the god forsaken place when I got a glimpse of a woman dancing. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widen and I gasped in sheer surprise. She was beautiful, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
She was still fully dressed, wearing her skanky getup, which I was grateful for.
I wouldn't have felt right seeing a woman naked, that I was not even dating.
Though her outfit left little to the imagination, her most private, intimate parts were covered. She had chestnut brown hair that lay a couple inches pasted her shoulders, her skin was pale compared to the other women there with their fake tans, making her look porcelain and angelic-like.
Her eyes where brown, I think. It was hard to tell, I was quite a distant away from her.
I watched in a trance with one hand on the exit, as she moved around the pole that sat in the middle of the stage with ease and grace.
A part of me wanted to leave and another part wanted to stay.
The woman had a way about her that was so mesmerizing. She seemed so unfit in a place like that, Innocent and graceful.
What was a lady like her doing working there, and where had she been all my life?
