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Chapter 2: Pole Prop-Position
Hours later after begging the rather rude citizens for directions and aimlessly wandering around this part of the city on my gas-drained Faggio, I managed to find this "Pole Posistion" Club. After looking around at my surroundings, I parked my newly-acquired vehicle right next to the open door and walked into the club.
Inside the club, which I discovered is a boobie-bar "Juicy Fruit" by Teena Marie (I think) was playing and near-nude women were dancing provocatively on small stages with poles in the middle. Below their platforms were drunk and gross-looking men, (pressumably just coming from work since most of them were construction workers), cheering, hooting and lazily tossing singles towards the women who seemed immune to the jeering and comments being thrown at them.
As I slowly walked across the club taking in my surroundings, I was approached by a refridgerator-shaped man, standing at least 6"3 wearing an all-black suit, black shoes and thick, boxy sunglasses.
"Where y'think y'goin girlie?" he asked with the voice of a hibernating grizzly bear
"Leave her alone Mitch, she could be a dancer!" shouted a short brown-skinned female wearing a Zebra-patterned dress who was mixing drinks at a bar across the room.
"I ain't never seen her here before Andy! Suppose she's here to kill, then what!"
The lady approached us.
"I'll be the judge of that, now shaddup, keep your bat straight and watchin the fuckin' door!" she shouted at Mitch, defeated and retreating back to his post. This was rather amusing since he was more than a foot taller than her.
"Sorry about that, he's just...really committed to his job. I'm An'Draya by the way but you can call me Andy." she extends her hand and I shake it. "Wow, you're tall..." She says comparing my 5"8 frame to her 5"2.
"I'm looking for Tommy Vercetti?" I whisper
"Girl, speak up...can't nobody hear you up in this piece. It's too DAMN LOUD!" she says stepping into a curtained doorway and shouting at the DJ. "But yes, what exactly could Boss Man do for YOU? You don't look a day over fifteen!"
"Actually, I'm more like 10 months over fifteen...But I'm in a lot of trouble Andy." I begin prolouging my story.
"Well, before you tell me, you want a plate of wings, some potato skins or somthin'? You look like you haven't eaten in weeks, child."
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(10 minutes later)
"So...You have NOwhere else to go? No family in the area or anything?" she asks.
"My FAMILY didn't survive in that plane crash..." I say with a few tears in my eyes.
"Wow, I have a new respect for you and yet I don't know your name. You must be really strong seeing as this had happened less than 2 days ago."
"I'm trying but now, I just need to find some work so I can survive in this hellhole." I cried.
"Don't worry. I seriously doubt you wanna work here but it's more of the less dangerous work Boss Man would have to offer for you. And, Vice City's not a hellhole! Okay, I won't lie. It is but it's a hellhole full of opportunity. There's a lot of money for you out there, all you need are the skills and connections to claim it, child." says Andy with her mouth half-full of potato skins.
"But don't you wanna try and get out of here? I mean, go back to wherever city you came from?" she swallows
"I do but what for? I have no family, I have no friends, I may as well stay here..."
"But what about--"
"Well, I've been flappin' my gums for the past 10 minutes. What about you Miss Andy?" I interrupt her to avoid any more awkward questions.
"Hmmm there's not too much about me. I'm 28 years old, I graduated from Starfish Academy which they had bulldozed to another ritzy frou-frou housing complex, and I don't have shit to do during the nighttime as you can see."
"Wow." I look around. "Now where's Mr. Vercetti?"
Two seconds after I said that, there was a loud screech and a ear-shattering crash. A few seconds later, a dark-haired man standing about 5"10 casually walks in wearing a red vest, red plaid pants, and is carrying a golf club.
"Mr. Vercetti, I need to talk to you about Andy..." says Mitch to the man. "She's always picking on me, sir."
"Well suck it up and be a man, ya prick." he commands and walks towards the back room past all of the club-goers.
"Mr. Boss Man..." Andy shouts "We gots a new one" she turns around and goes back to her work as if we haven't been discussing amongst each other all of this time.
"Well send her into my office, then!" he shouts
"Now listen." Andy says in a low, secretive voice. "Whatever you do, don't lie...he can tell. Try not to be too nervous...he can sense fear and don't overdo your sobstory." she says. "Good luck, kid."