October 8th, 2005

Time: 11:00 PM

Well, I'd like to say I'm in a good mood today, but I'm not gonna lie, I sure as hell ain't.

I had a chance at lunchtime to talk to Bebe and get the story behind why she stood up for me against Eric, Token, and Craig (Who, by the way, surprisingly didn't bother me today, quite possibly a first!), but when I finally approached the lunch table she usually sits at, what did I see? Not Bebe as she usually was, talking with the other cheerleader girls, but her sitting in Craig's lap. And what was that jerk, that obnoxious prick doing to her? He was suckling on her neck and kissing it like there was no tomorrow! To top all of that off, Bebe was giggling, looking for all the world like she was having a damn good time!

I knew it! I freaking knew it! I knew she really didn't feel sorry for me! All she did was start a set up for some kind of prank to be pulled on me at some future date. Ah, but what that bitch doesn't know is that I have the upper hand for the time being, I saw her with Craig and all smiles, and if she dares come up to me now and says how sorry she felt that he was one of the guys who was picking on me that day, I'll drop the bomb on her but good!

Anyway, for the rest of the day, I was pretty bummed at my discovery in the lunch room, so, after getting home and just laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling for a couple of hours, I finally decided to go to the one place where I feel somewhat in a better mood whenever my day is shittier then usual. So, I gathered up all of the money in my wallet, "borrowed" a bit more from my dad's wallet (Hey, if he wants to treat me like shit all of the time, I feel the right to take his money anytime I want!), and took my car for a drive to the middle of town to a little strip club called "Luscious".

Having gone several times to a place called "Raisin's" when I was younger, going into a strip club didn't really phase me too much (Though technically, all of the girls at Raisin's were 9 and 10 years old at the time, as was I when I went there, so it wasn't like anything crazy was going on there except for some dancing from the girls.) Being a frequent "customer" to Luscious, the bouncer let me in without much of a fuss. I soon found myself sitting down at one of the many seedy looking, dirty tables in the place as three women were doing there "thing" on stage. After watching that for a few minutes, I felt like getting an up close look at one of them, so I signaled over the closest one to me and flashed the money I had before her. She didn't even need to ask why, as I was simply doing the international sign for a lap dance, every stripper knows that one.

The girl was really something, I got to tell you. She had long, silky looking red hair, nice, hazel looking eyes, had on a nice looking black negligee, fucking enormous tits (Sure their fake, but they still look impressive), and large lips like you couldn't imagine. You know, the type that looks like they could suck a watermelon through a garden hose?

Having gotten many a lap dance in this place in the past, the actions this girl gave to me were nothing new, but still, by about two or three minutes into it, I could feel my little Butters rising to attention, if you catch my drift. Looking in a nearby mirror, I saw myself smiling during the dance, and yet, I still felt a small something wrong inside of me. For some reason, every so often, my thoughts kept going back to Bebe. I was just so damn confused, why the hell had she stood up for me, only to have Craig, one of the guys who was harassing me that day in the parking lot, all over here the next day. With all of this in my mind, I guess the stripper kind of saw that I wasn't really paying attention, as soon, she leaned down to my ear and spoke to me.

"What's the problem sexy? You look kind of down?"

I wanted to tell her that I was fine and too continue her sexy little dance, but, something inside of me just kind of made me spill out all of the stuff about Bebe that I had on my mind. The stripper seemed a bit annoyed that I was going on about another girl rather then getting into her, but at the same time, she also seemed sympathetic to me, so I guess that's kind of cool.

Anyway, I left the strip joint after about an hour, as even that wasn't making me feel totally better. I got home about a half hour ago, and have been sitting here in my room, writing, ever since.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so I'm just gonna do my usual beginning weekend routine, watch TV, write, and play video games. Hell, it's not like I have a social calendar bursting with things to do right?

Butters Out.