Hollow Point

by Brandon858

After four years in Vice City, college graduate David DePalma returns upstate to Daytona City, and finds himself working for his older brother, who is need of his help. He soon realizes that Daytona City hasn't changed, but he has. Chapter 42 is up!

34. Chapter 34:We Be Clubbin'

A/N: I'm baaaaaaccck! *thunder crackles* Once again, I'm back, after a long hiatus, and working for far too many hours, I got to knock down a few chapters for the fan fic, yall know and love! Thank you for all the reviews and support, for the ideas and adding it to your favorites. I greatly appreciate it. Without further to do, read and reply, and enjoy reading! :)

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David was soundly asleep as the phone on his couch as the time on his phone had just turned to seven-thirty. He turned a bit grumbling to himself as the sound of a broken window, woke him up.

"The fuck is going on?" David muttered as he heard several footsteps and talking. Now he really wanted to know what was going on.

"Look are you sure the old man is there?"

"I'm positive fool. All we gotta do is rob a few of his things."

"And if he tries to flex on us, then what?"

"Then snuff the motherfucker out."

Shit, David thought. Grabbing the AK-74u he had left on the table, and loaded it with a full clip of Glaser safety slugs. They were in for a surprise as well as a world of hurt when they find out the old man had left. He was lucky the lights were already off so they couldn't see him.

There were only three robbers, all three of them were amateurs due to the fact that they weren't wearing any ski-masks or gloves to hide their prints, but mainly cause they were loud. They were each armed with a Mossberg Brownie pistol and a flashlight. The waved their flashlights around wondering where was everybody while their conversation grew louder as they headed towards the kitchen.

Cocking the weapon slowly, and setting the fire selector to single, David inched away from the couch and slowly backed up from the table until he bumped into into the TV, causing a hammer on top to fall down and hit the ground loudly.

"What was that?"

"I dunno man! He's probably in the kitchen."

"Alright, let's check it out. Old dude is probably drunk and stumbling around."

One of the robbers laughed. "Good, then it'll be easier to drop him."

Try your luck assholes...just try your luck, David thought as he took a knee and aimed at the entryway. The bright beams of the flashlights got closer as David gripped his weapon tightly and took aim. As the first one entered, David saw the flashlight loom slowly around in the kitchen till it paused on David grinning.

"Oh no..."

Mm-hmm, David said mentally as he pulled the trigger twice.

KRAK-KRAK!

One round went into his shoulder while the other one drilled into his face, dropping the robber flat on his back.

"Shit! The old man is packing!" One of the robbers said sounding horrified as he watched his partner-in-crime die in front of him. "Your gonna die now, you old fart!" he yelled as he stuck his hand out and fired off a single round. The bullet missed David by a mile as it slammed into a clock on the wall, shattering the glass.

Wanting to end this quick, David stood up and fired off several shots, missing on purpose but trying to see if he can scare them into surrendering. He watched the robber fire off his diminutive pistol blindly two more times, missing him, and instead hit a small pile of dishes and into old stack of newspapers.

"Drop your shit now, or I'm dropping you like I did to your boy! Do it!" David demanded as he turned on the light for the kitchen.

"Hey, you don't sound like the old man!" One of the robbers cried out.

"No, shit Sherlock! Now put your shit down, before I snuff you out like a fucking candle!"

"You won't kills us right?" the second robber asked sounding worried. "I mean it's not like I didn't want to but they made me!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The robber screamed at his friend. "Alright, we're coming out."

David held his weapon steady as he stared at the two robbers walk into the kitchen and saw who they were shooting at. The two of them looked like they had just graduated from high school as they lowered their heads down in shame. All he could do was shake his head at how young they were.

"Put you guns on the table...slowly. And don't try anything funny or else," David warned them as he watched the two of them place their pistols in front of him. "Good. Now, sit your asses down."

They complied.

"Look, we thought the old man was still living here, we didn't know that he had company over."

"Yeah, we swear!"

"Shut it," David ordered. He picked up one of the Mossberg Brownie pistols and examined it. It felt preposterously light in his hands as, he tossed it up and down. Setting the submachine gun near him but pointing the barrel at both of them, David ejected a bullet from the gun and stared curiously at it for a few more seconds until he realized what caliber it was. "You have got to be fucking kidding me here."

"What?" One of the robbers asked sounding dumb.

"A .22LR? You fucking douchebags tried to kill me with a .22? Where did you get this gun from, your mother, or your sisters? What kind of robber tries to kill someone with a goddamn peashooter?" He threw the bullet at robbers, dumbfounded that they would try to rob, let alone kill someone with such shoddy and, low-powered weapons.

The robber that was acting dumb earlier spoke again as the bullet hit him directly in the face. "Actually, I got mine from my aunt. But I gotta get it back before she comes home from bingo night."

The other robber couldn't believe what his friend was saying. "Will you shut the fuck up, before you get us killed?"

David ignored what they said and looked, at the robber that was ordering his friend to keep quiet. He was a Caucasian male with black hair and fair skin, and his blue eyes were shifting left and right uneasily. The other one was a black guy, dark skinned, with small green eyes, and his head was shaved bald. The two of them looked pitiful.

"Look you can have what we got in the bag, its right over by the guy you killed earlier. It's got some jewelry, a few wallets, even a pair of snake-skin shoes." The robber said sounding even more worried.

David looked at him, as he picked up the hammer that fell earlier, and set it on the table. "Do me a favor, " He said as he pointed at the black haired robber. "Stick out both of your hands, and place 'em out on the table. No surprises."

Not wanting to piss him off, the robber did as he was told as he slowly placed both hands out on the table. "Ok, there. Now what?"

"I just want to know something," David wondered as he picked up his AK-74u and stood up aiming the weapon at him. "When you write, or in this case, when you were shooting at me...do you use your left or your right hand?"

"My right."

"You ever tried using your left?" David asked.

"No."

David nodded. "So you're right-handed?"

"Yeah."

David nodded, and swiftly grabbed the hammer. He then brought the hammer upward and swung it down hard and fast before the robber could do or say anything and, smashed his right hand. As the robber cried out in pain, David brought down the hammer once again, smashing into the robbers right hand.

"AHHHHHHHH! FUCK! PLEASE! STOP!" The robber begged in loud sobs.

David slammed the hammer down two more times against the robbers hand. The hand was bloody and broken as David tossed aside the hammer on the couch. He stared coldly at the robber who was crying in loud sobs. "Now, you're going to have to learn with your left."

The robber looked at him shaking as if he was having a seizure. He could barely say anything, as he squeezed his eyes tightly, groaning in sheer discomfort..

The other robber stared at his friends bloody hand and, looked at David shaking his head. "Look, man, I told you, they dragged me into this shit, I swear to God!"

"I don't give a fuck what they did, but you got a choice; you can take what you can carry from this place, and get the hammer, or you can leave out of here with nothing. You can't have both." David said giving the frightened robber an ultimatum.

"I'll leave."

"Good move, you aren't as stupid as you look. You don't ever try to come around here and pull that shit, especially when I'm around. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir. I'm really sorry sir." The robber said making an apology.

"You're fucking right you're sorry. Cause the next time you assholes pull this type of shit, I'm going to take a fucking hacksaw and cut your goddamn hands off, you understand? I'm not fucking kidding here you little shit, I will do it." David said sounding very ticked off.

"I understand sir...we'll be going now." The robber said as he helped his crying friend up and escorted him towards the front door.

"By the way, if you feel like you have the urge to rob or try to kill somebody, use a real gun. Give yourself some kind of a fighting chance. A .22 is a way of telling everybody, you're a fucking sissy." David said as he picked up both pistols and placed them in the cupboard. "One more thing, clean the blood up and, take your dead friend out of here. I don't need him stinking up the place."

The robber only nodded, as David threw paper towels at them. When he was finished, the robber helped his friend out the door, while David shook his head and at the bullet that tore through the clock and scoffed. "Seriously, who the fuck uses these?" he said as he walked up and, slammed the door shut.

David looked at the time on his cell phone and saw he had a bit before the party, wondering if everything was alright. Making sure, he called up his older brother.

Inside the strip club, Randy was walking around making sure everything was in order, as some of the girls were sitting around talking, while Cathy was by the bar doing inventory. Bolo walked around with Randy talking to him.

"Boss, are you sure you want me guarding the place outside?" Bolo wondered.

"Yes, I'm positive. I just need you to be outside, with some of your boys, and make sure things are all good. I'm going to have some my brother helping you out from inside." Randy said holding a clipboard in one hand and a bottle of Golden Suds beer.

"Has he ever done security work before?" Bolo wondered, sounding unsure.

"Don't worry, if something jumps off, he'll call you...or he'll break their jaw. Whichever comes first. You just make sure that no one other than on that list or my baby brother comes in. Alright?"

"I'm all over it boss." Bolo promised.

"Well get all over it outside then." Randy said as he felt his phone begin to vibrate. He saw that it was brother calling him, and picked up. "Hey David, what's up?"

David was walking to the garage and into his car, while talking to his older brother. "Other than taking down a few robbers, nothing much."

"Robbers?"

"I'll explain it later," David explained as closed the door to his car, followed by starting the engine. "How is it over there?"

"Well they haven't showed up yet. Just organizing all this shit, and making sure the girls have their costumes."

As the garage door opened, David had a perplexed look. "Wait. Costumes?"

"Yeah, well, the guy and his friends, have this role-playing, fantasy kind of fetish thing. So the girls are preparing to put on costumes...and acting out their parts. Real fantasy, geek shit, like when you were into that Strongholds and Sorcery shit before right? You'll fit right in!"

"Har-har-har, fuck you. I wasn't that nerdy." David retorted as he drove out of the garage and down the streets of Brownsville.

"I'm kidding man. Besides, I got one dressed up like a cop, one as a mechanic, got the twins dressed as nurses. Even got one dressed up as the Cluckin' Bell mascot."

David cracked up laughing as he slowed down at red light. He heard his brother laughing as well "You got one of your girls dressed up in a goddamn chicken suit?"

"Yeah!" Randy said laughing even harder. "Besides the girl came in late twice this week from what I heard, so she's gonna don the costume. But yeah, one of the guy's has like this big, and I mean big thing about loving chickens. "

"Oh, I'm sure he's a real stud to ladies," David sarcastically remarked. "That's just plain creepy!"

"Creepy as can be, but he's paying me a ton here," Randy smiled as he saw a stripper dolled up in a skimpy, lacelike version of Little Red Riding hood walking over to Sapphire who was dressed as a nun, holding a cross-shaped dildo. "Listen, when I make enough money from all of this, I can purchase this one hotel building I've had my eye on."

The light turned green as David started to drive. "You running a hotel? Well, that's new...and legal on top of that." David said sounding impressed.

"Well, that's the thing, I'm going to turn it into a house of ill repute little brother."

"In other words, a whorehouse?" David said rolling his eyes.

"Well, if you want to call it that, yeah. I did the math and..."

"You doing math?" David said chuckling a bit and cut off a NRG-900 motorcycle from traffic.

"I'm being serious!"

"Sorry...continue."

"As I was saying, with the money I got from Paul, I already upgraded the parts of the strip club. And with the money I'm going to get from these guys, I'll be purchasing the hotel by the weekend! Your big brother is starting to expand!"

"Hey, before you go out and spend more of your hard earned cash, check to make sure that no one tries to buy the place off. Last thing you need to do is get fucked over on the buy in, because someone up ahead of you got it. Also make sure the place is clean. You want it to be a hotel/bordello, then you gotta have it looking spotless. So spotless, you can fuck your woman on the floor, and not worry about who stained up the place before you." David said warning him.

"Don't worry about a thing David. After tonight, I'll be rolling in paper!"

"Alright moneybags, I'll see you soon. I need to get dressed." David said before shutting his phone off, and heading towards the parking lot garage at his apartment. He quickly got out of the car, closing it, and making a dash towards the elevator. As the elevator went up to his floor, he ran out, knocking down a woman wearing nothing a thin red bikini, who was carrying a small plastic container of ice.

"Ow! Watch it dork!" she scolded, as ice cubes scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry!" David yelled as he continued running down the hallway till he got to his apartment. Opening the door, he quickly got in and quickly stripped off all of his clothes, tossing them on the floor while heading towards the bathroom.

After twenty minutes of a warm shower and brushing his teeth, David quickly got out, almost sliding from the water on the floor as he patted himself dry with a towel. When he arrived at his room, his first order of business, was putting on deodorant, a pair of boxers, followed by putting on a pair of black, silk, dress socks. Next, he grabbed a black dress shirt, followed by a navy blue blazer. He set the blazer on the bed, and grabbed a pair of dress pants. After a few minutes of throwing everything on, he combed his hair and heard the phone ring.

Hitting the phone on speaker, David answered while grooming himself. "Speak."

"Hey babe!"

Hearing the voice put a smile on his face, as he applied a dab of cologne on the sides of his neck. "Hey Lilly. What's up?"

"Well, watching The Mainframe: Re-do..boring movie."

"And the movie that came out that same year; The Mainframe: Rehashed."

Lilly laughed. "Don't get me started on that stupid movie! Anyway, what are you doing right now?" She wondered as she was laying on the couch wearing only a pair of panties and a white t-shirt. The air conditioning was cold enough making her nipples hard.

"Getting ready to spend some time with my brother...by keeping an eye out on his strip club." David said as he started to comb his hair in front of his mirror, while putting on a pair of his Doc Martins. "Apparently he needs a extra hand in security."

"Aww aren't you sweet. Helping out your brother." Lilly teased.

"Just doing it for the money...and get a glimpse of some ass while I'm at it." David said teasing her back.

"Pervert," Lilly said rolling her eyes. "Listen, I don't care what you do there, just as long as you respect me in the end."

Raising an eyebrow, at the fact that Lilly was allowing him to do what he wanted, gave David options. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, I mean we aren't an official couple, due to the fact I haven't broken the news to Johnny, so that means you can still do what you like...just be safe alright?" Lilly said smiling gently on her face.

"Wait...wait, wait, wait. You're giving me a 'all I can fuck, without you getting mad at me' card here? What are you going to do then if I do that?" David sounding wary.

"Well, for starters, nothing, I need to get myself dressed and head to the Starlight Lounge and do what I do best." Lilly said turning off the TV and, walking towards her bedroom.

"My guess, is sing some songs, tell a bunch of lecherous old men to keep their paws off of you, and hope to God, Johnny isn't there to start his shit with you?" David guessed, as he finished up.

"Smartass...but absolutely yeah on that last part. I know he's going to be there. Guy is always making a scene." Lilly said shaking her head.

David turned the speaker off and talked to her normally on the phone. "Funny, he wasn't like that before when I was there, and heard you sing."

"That's because, his dad was there. And he apparently, knows better than to embarrass him. Except for that day you made him look like a fucking fool after that incident."

David laughed as he exited out of his room and grabbed his wallet and keys from the pockets of his pants earlier. "Hey, the asshole deserved it."

"Nobody's blaming you. I would've done the same thing, if I was in your shoes. Anyway, I gotta let you go sweetie. You and your brother have fun. And be careful alright?"

"You got my word. Everything will run like clockwork." David promised.

"Good. Bye David." Lilly then blew a kiss on the phone and hung up.

David smiled as he exited out of his apartment door...and ran right into the same woman in the bikini from earlier causing her to spill her ice. "Ah, damn. I'm really sorry."

"Goddammit you dork! What are you blind? Or do wanna cop a feel on me that badly?"

"Is that a promise?" David sneered.

"Why you!"

Before she could get her hands on David, he ducked down while locking the door to his apartment, pulling the key out, and running towards the stairway. He laughed as he heard the woman yell and cuss, as he continued sprinting down the stairs towards the garage level. Once he got there, he ran towards his car, and got inside.

"Should I really bring a gun for this? Nah, it's just a party. Don't need to bring any heat. If anyone gets out of line, then a sock in the jaw, and shoving them out the door will suffice," David out loud to himself. He started the engine and backed up quickly. He then shifted gears and drive forward, exiting out of the garage. Turning his radio on, he turned it to V-Rock. The song 'Symphony Of Destruction' by Megadeth, was almost finished. He nodded his head to the music as he drove through the red light district, mouthing the words, while cutting off a yellow '01 Esperanto, causing the driver to crash into a fire hydrant..

"Fucking prick! I just finished the payments on this car!"

Don't care, David thought as he made a turn heading towards the strip club. His eyes widened as he saw that Randy wasn't lying about putting up upgrades.

The sign was large and neon with a large half naked woman displaying the words 'Sugar Daddy' on her breasts while the word, 'Club' was above her head. Below there was a venue of which dancers was there, along with a velvet rope and Bolo standing outside with a clipboard.

He was wearing a black suit and oxford shoes as he saw David driving. "Randy wants your car in the back!" Bolo yelled. He pointed where for David to park as he drove slowly down the ally and park the Sentinel at the back of the building.

Turning off the radio as well as the engine, David got out, slamming the door shut and walked to the backdoor. The next thing he saw that was upgraded was cameras on both sides, including an intercom. Pressing the buzzer, David waited till he hear someone stumbling around on the other end. "Come on Randy, quit fucking around!"

"David? That you?"

"No it's the local crackhead, asking for donations. Come on man, open up!" David said rolling his eyes and heard a buzz, then a click. He opened the door and saw that there was a nice eggshell white carpet, along with two more cameras. He closed the steer door behind him and looked around, as he headed towards Randy's office. How the hell did my brother manage to have some of these upgrades installed in a short amount of time is a mystery to me. Still, looks a little bit alright so far, David pondered as he knocked on the office door.

The sign 'Keep The Fuck Out' was gone and instead had a sign that was in gold with black Old English scripted, lettering, which said 'Office'. David knocked on it, hoping that his brother was fully clothed and, not screwing Cathy like they did in front of him the last time. He instead saw his brother dressed in the same outfit he was in. The only thing that made him look any different was, the silver flat chain around his neck with a thick, silver 'R' pendant.

Randy was sitting down in a Easy-Boy leather chair, punching in numbers on a calculator, and writing down figures. He looked up and saw his brother and smiled. "Glad to see you coming down here...and in the same clothes I'm wearing too."

Closing the door behind him, David walked over sitting down in the chair. The office didn't change much except for there now a computer, with a large screen showing video surveillance of that was going on along. He had a photo of their mom next to the keyboard along with a safe under the table, that had a keypad combination, a thumbprint reader, and a keycard scanner.

"What's with the safe and all that crap on it? Are you that paranoid?" David said chuckling.

"Never mind about the safe. Now the reason I have you is to do some security work and patrol the place, see if people are having a good time."

"Simple enough," David nodded.

"And every now and then I'll have one of the girls in here on their break, checking the cameras out to assist you."

"And just where are you going to be?"

"Out there assisting you," Randy smiled. "It's my club, I want to make the customers take a good look at me and remember that I run this, in all of it's glory."

"Oh, yeah," David said sounding excited in a fake manner. "With a new steel backdoor, the high tech security cameras, carpeting, lights, and all that counter surveillance, yup, you'll run it...into the ground." David replied the last part in a monotone voice.

Randy ignored him. "Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you if someone acts up, you throw them out. Don't kill them alright? Just bust them up a bit."

"Suppose they have a knife, or even a gun?"

"That's why we pat each and everybody down before they enter. "

"Alright Randy, I heard you the first time." David replied while getting up from the chair. Before he could say another word, Cathy opened the door.

She was in a red cheerleader outfit that had black trim, along with a pair of matching colored sneakers. Her hair was done in pigtails, while she wore light blush and dark red lipstick. The skirt itself looked a bit too brief as it was so high up, just kneeling a bit would expose her thong.

David eyed Cathy up and down for a second, before collecting his bearings and started to speak. "What's going on?"

"I just got a call, they are coming a little earlier than we thought," Cathy said as she caught David taking another glimpse before scooting behind the chair Randy was sitting in. "Quit looking!"

"Can't help it!"

"Well help yourself by looking the other way!"

"SORRY!"

"Enough." Randy nodded. "Alright, just a slight change in the plan, but nothing to worry about people, we're still going to take their money." He stood up and headed out the door. "Gotta give the girls a little speech before the johns come in. Let's go everybody."

All three of them left, with Randy at the lead as they headed in the main room. David looked around stunned. He couldn't believe how Randy spared no expense to upgrade the place. There were several brass stripper poles, along with several suede couches that had throw pillows on them. There was several lights hanging up, including a strobe light that kept flickering on and off. Neon signs were around letting the customer know where he or she was. The bar was expanded as there was two new additions to it; an air hockey table, as well as a video poker machine. Behind the bar, there was more rows of liquor bottles and glasses. The stools looked reinforced and were colored black.

David then turned around as, he heard someone testing out their voice on a microphone. The voice was very familiar to him as he walked over passing by a stripper that was dressed as a cop. When he got to the DJ booth, he couldn't believe who exactly it was as, the person stared at him in shock.

"Jacob!" David yelled out in shock.

Jacob didn't have on his uniform from the pizza shop and, instead was sporting on a green and white Hawaiian shirt and black cargo shorts. He still had on the thick lens glasses, but the stench of his poor hygiene was gone, as he adjusted them and stared at David. He couldn't believe what he was seeing either.

"YOU! How did you get in here?" Jacob said startled.

"My brother owns the joint!" David replied, crossing his arms. "Now what is your fat ass doing here?"

"Wait just a damn minute! Your brother?"

David nodded.

"Great, now there's two of you in this world to torment me." Jacob said sighing.

"Please, I'm the one that would torment you. My brother on the hand, might not. You have to have some kind of skill if he hired you." David said as he looked at Jacobs style of clothing and stifled a laugh.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Jacob protested.

"Tossing pizza dough in the air and, whining like a little bitch, isn't a skill," David dissed.

"Jokes on you, cause I have a knack for electronics. How do you think I was able to get the security cameras and the lights here working?"

"I was hoping by Randy's dumb luck...or him bribing someone to do it. Guess he made the second choice." David said shaking his head. "Is that all you do then?"

"Well, I'm a bit of a hacker, nothing major, just some small time bank account kind of shit, that sort of thing. I can even program the music on the computer and have it run to these turntables, so I can perform a bit if necessary." Jacob said with a proud smile on his face...for a few seconds as David started to laugh.

"Are you serious? My brother wouldn't need you to do that, believe me. Besides, it's just a strip club, not a twelve year old's birthday party, so play the music as he sees fit." David said confidently as felt a hand tap against his shoulder and, saw his brother standing behind him.

"Hey guys. I see you guys already getting along."

"We know each other," David and Jacob said at the same time before looking at each other annoyed.

"Really? Good! While I talk with the girls David, I need you to head outside for me and have Bolo come in. Here, take this with you." Randy said as he handed David a black headset. "Good luck out there man."

"Thanks," David said as he placed the headset on his ear, while walking out the door. He saw Bolo standing around looking menacing as he always did, due to his freakish height. Standing several feet away from him, David cleared his throat to get his attention. "Excuse me uh, bigfoot?"

Bolo turned around unsure of what David said. "What?"

"I said hi," David lied while smiling. "Randy said he needs you inside."

"Oh, alright." Bolo smiled relieved he wasn't going to stand outside. "Enjoy the solitude."

"I'll be sure to enjoy every moment of it." David sarcastically remarked, as he took the clipboard from him

As soon as Bolo went inside, David leaned against the wall and shifted his eyes left and right, wondering who would walk up to the place. He notice a small group of hookers walking by, gossiping about their escapades. None of them knew David but the one in the middle did.

"Hey! I remember you! You took me out on a test drive!" Dana cried out.

The hookers all giggled as they stared at David, while he rolled his eyes and, tried to correct what she said.

"She meant a test drive in a car. Wait, I mean I gave her a ride in a car," David protested.

"Yeah I bet! A mustache ride!" The second one, a Chinese hooker yelled out.

"It was in a car she wanted!" David yelled.

The third hooker who was black grinned. "Uh-huh, I bet that's not all."

"Can you get me a car too cutie? I'll let you ride this as much as you want!" The forth hooker, an obese Irish woman requested, who was wearing lime green, snake-skin pattern, spandex pants. "Just make sure you make me cum like your life depends on it"

Why, are you going to crush me if I didn't? David thought. "Listen ladies, you're taking this way out of context here!" he said defensively.

"Maybe if we turn this into a orgy, he'll get us an RV!" The last hooker who looked like she was too old be on the street corner, said with a smile, showing she was missing two of her teeth.

David threw his hands up at the issue, wondering how to convince them to go away. Till he got an idea and smiled. "Sure, why not?"

All them stared at him in a mix of shock and excitement while David nodded.

"You're kidding!" Dana said smiling as she waved away several flies due to her ungodly smell.

"Nope, I'll fuck each and every one of you till my dick is raw," David said cringing slightly at what he said. "But you ladies got book the hotel stay alright? I'm just...waiting up for someone."

The Chinese prostitute glared at him. "You sure you aren't playing us for a bunch of dumb bitches?"

"Yeah, you better not be!" The Irish hooker yelled out. "We'd hate to cut your cock off and shove it up your ass! Well...after you fuck me in mine that is."

David smiled lying through his teeth. "Of course I wouldn't lie to you sexy ladies of the evening. But hey; if you don't trust me, I can walk way, and not get you ladies a damn thing."

"No, no, that's quite alright!" Dana said smiling brightly, and waving away more flies. "We just wanted to make sure you know? So when we will be expecting you to show up?

A quarter past never in this fucking life time bitch, David thought. "Just give me a few hours to get some stuff ready. You ladies just get the room ready, and each and every one of you butt-ass naked!"

All of them squealed with delight, while David wish he had a gun to put a bullet though Dana for smelling bad, and into himself for even agreeing to have anything to do with any of them.

"Just meet us at the Starlight Hotel, and ask for Dana, got it buddy-boy?" The fat Irish hooker said rubbing her hands on his blazer before waddling along to catch up with her friends.

As soon as they whores walked away and out of David's sight, he quickly brushed off the spot there the Irish hooker had her hand on. "Ugh! Why me?" David said in frustration. He went back to the wall, leaning against it, while looking around to see if anyone was coming.

"Anyone show up?" Randy's voice picked up on the headset.

"Just a bunch of whores," David answered regretfully. "I already knew they wouldn't be on the list."

"Smart man. I'll talk to you in a little bit. Cathy wants to see me about something."

"When doesn't she?" David muttered.

"Heard that!"

David scoffed, as he saw two people walk up towards him. Straightening himself up and put on a friendly but businessman-like attitude.

Both of them looked like they escaped a science fiction convention, as one of them kept adjusting his glasses and red jacket, while the other one was being fidgety with his hands. The one who was adjusting his glasses, walked up to David, while his eyes were shifting back and forth.

"You alright man?" David said confused.

"I'm doing find thank you, just wish my glasses didn't slip off of my face. But anyway, we're here for our friend's little party that he has in there." The nerd requested.

Dressed like that? David thought as he brought up his clipboard. There was a decent sized amount of people on the "Name?"

"Dennis, and my meek friend over here is, Javier." Dennis said as his friend waved his hand up and mumbled.

David looked through the list and saw both of their names. He looked at Dennis and was curious to himself. "Just exactly how old are you guys?" he asked.

"Both of us are at least nineteen. Why, is there a problem?"

At least? David thought as he shook his head and unhooked the rope, allowing them in. "Go on in." David said letting the two inside. "Try not to jizz in your pants when you see a pair of tits for the first time!"

As they went inside, no doubt being smothered by women asking them for a lapdance, David continued standing outside, and saw three more people walk over. While these three were dressed a little better than the two that went in, the three in front of David were busy talking about the tabletop game, Strongholds and Sorcery.

"Listen, you couldn't use the potion of Mephine, cause it only works on those who are elves."

"That's not fair if I can't use that potion, while you get to swing a mace that's only for human paladins, and you're just a friggin' half-Orc."

"Yeah, well his half-Orc, is no match for my human wizard who got the Goblet of Aphrodite, and his blessed Wand of Solacement! Besides, we all know half-Orcs aren't that smart when it comes to..."

"Excuse me virgins?" David deadpanned as he stared at the three of them. "You here for the entertainment, or are you just going to talk about your little board game?"

"For your information mortal, do you know who you are talking to?" One of the nerds said bravely stepping up to David.

"Yeah, I'm talking to a guy, who's miraculously annoying me in less than a minute," David said as he took a step. "Now, once again, are you here for the party?"

"Is this Club Sugar Daddy?" The second nerd asked while he pulled out a pocket inhaler.

"Can you not see the neon sign above you?" David yelled pointing at the sign.

All three of them looked up and saw the sign, while David shook his head at them astounded at their ignorance. Embarrassed, the three gave out their names, to which David checked on the clipboard, and allowed them in.

Twenty minutes passed as he saw a woman park their Faggio moped across the street. Once she got off the moped, she quickly dashed towards David and smiled.

"Hey!" The blonde haired woman smiled showing off her braces. She had on a pair of dark red shorts and, a matching tank top. "Is this the private party"

"Sure is," David said, smiling back. At least she's a bit nicer and less creepy than the others that came in, he thought. "Just need you tell me your name.

"Jenny!" she said cheerfully, as she handed him the invite. "Tell me, is one of the strippers dressed like a nun? I specifically asked Randy...after promising him a blowjob, that one of the strippers would be dressed like a nun."

"Well, your just going to have to come inside and find out," David said laughing a bit at the fact she requested a nun to be there, at the cost of going down on Randy. "Have a good time."

Jenny thanked him and hurried inside, while David crossed out her name. He then heard Randy's voice come up followed by the thumping beat to some house music.

"Everything good outside?"

"Aside from shooing away some whores, letting in a couple of nerds, and a girl who sucked you off in exchange for a lapdancing nun, everything is going smooth," David said as he saw a few more people walk up to him and, handed their invites, to which David allowed them inside.

"Well, in a few minutes I'm going to need you and Bolo to switch." Randy explained as he leaned against the wall, watching a geek placing a five in between Cathy's breasts after she served him a mudslide. He then smirked as Cathy went into character and, started doing a cheer for her tip.

"Take your time, I'll be here if you need me," David answered as he let in three more. "You got a couple more heading in by the way."

Randy noticed as he watched the twins greet them, with alluring smiles. "I see 'em. Nice work. Call me if something happens alright?"

"Sure thing." David replied as he heard a click. He saw two bikers, both of them riding on red and white Batti 900 sports bikes, as they parked on the curb. Both of them got off and stared at David, while he stared at the two curiously. Those colors...I swear I've seen them before.

Both of them were wearing skin tight motorcycle jackets that matched the color of their bikes. One of them was wearing a matching helmet as well while the other one, only had goggles and a bandanna tied on his head, as they began removing them in a dramatic fashion. Setting them on the seats of their motorcycles, the two walking towards David.

David on the other hand, didn't know if he should laugh or not. "Um, the Republican Space Rangers convention is at downtown buddy."

"This the club? Club Sugar Daddy?" One of the bikers wondered. His English was slightly broken, due to the heavy Russian accent blending in.

Before David could come up with an answer, the second biker shouted, "He asked you question! Speak up boy!" He then pushed David, to which surprised him as he stumbled a bit.

Collecting his bearings, David glared at the two. "Put your hands on me again, and we'll a serious problem."

"You answer his question! Now!"

"Alright! Yeah, this is the place. Now what do you two gentleman want here?" David asked, crossing his arms.

"We want in. Randy owe us money!"

"Look, my brother has a no refund policy...then again what strip club would?" David said shrugging. "You're going to have to come here another time."

"We come in now!" The shouting biker said as he tried to walk past David, only to be shoved back next to his friend.

"Like I said; you're going to have to come here another time," David repeated, only in a slightly serious tone. "Take a walk, alright?"

"Well if you don't bring Randy here, it will be messy!" The other Russian biker said as the two of them drew out an army boot knife from their pockets.

Shit...both of them got knives,and you don't even have any thing to protect yourself, David thought at he stared at the knives. Bringing up his fists, he glared at the two hard, ready for that they were going to throw at him. "Fine...if you won't listen, then I'll beat it into your skulls until you two figure it out.

One of them lunged forward, trying to stab David in his chest, but missed by a longshot. David responded by grabbing the Russian biker's wrists, trying to pry the knife out of his hand.

The other biker ran towards him shouting as he brought his knife up, and tried to swing it downward towards David's face, only to accidentally stab his friend directly in the back.

The biker screamed as the stainless steel blade pushed through skin and meat, until it met with his spine, paralyzing him greatly, before killing him seconds later.

"Dumbass, if you're going to use a knife, use it properly," David shouted, slapping the Russian hard, causing the man to fall down.

The Russian thug looked up hearing David's advice, and twirled the knife around. There was a small button on it he pressed down on it. From the bottom of the knife was a barrel David saw and dove out of the way.

A knife with a hidden surprise...nice, David thought as the bullet traveled and hit the brick wall. He was also surprised that it didn't ricochet, meaning that it was low powered and wouldn't do much damage. Getting up quickly, David pulled the knife out of the thug, and chucked it right into the Russian biker's knee, causing him to crash to the floor yelling in pain.

Both Randy and Bolo came out as they saw David leaning against the wall staring at the two people he dealt with. Randy stared at their faces, and looked at David.

"What did you do David?" Randy questioned.

"I told them they couldn't come in, but yet they wanted to speak directly to you," David said explaining as the Russian biker cried out in pain, while crawling on his belly towards his motorcycle. "There's something you aren't telling me here?"

"Randy, I think it's best to tell him," Bolo recommended.

"And I think it's best for you to keep out of this. Matter of fact, kill this fucker here, and ditch the bodies in the dumpster behind the club." Randy ordered. "As for the bikes, bring them to back of the club as well, I could sell 'em or use 'em to do a little scout work."

David made a face as he looked at his brother. "Scout work?"

"Yeah, See I was thinking soon as I get that hotel, I can use these to scout out some potential girls and bring 'em there." Randy said thinking of the idea.

David on the hand, shook his head. "Just sell the bikes bro. It'll do you some good. But other than that, why did those guys say you owed them money?"

While Bolo snapped the crying biker's neck, shutting him up for good, Randy began to explain. "Look, I seriously don't owe them money."

"Like I believe you on that one," David doubted.

"I'm serious!" The older brother yelled. "How do you think I managed to get the extra security cameras, the upgrades and all that good shit?"

"I don't know Randy. Humor me."

"I went on Crapslist before Alan picked me up this morning, and saw that someone was selling all this shit at a low price, so I made a deal with him on the phone on my way here after that little job at the cemetery. While you were out doing whatever, those two bikers and a big ass moving van came over here and for a extra fee they rushed and fixed the place up real nice."

"Doesn't answer my question on how they say you owed them money." David said staring at his brother.

"Those two dimwitted fucks were greedy. You give them eight-hundred, next thing you know, they want eighty-thousand. They wanted to fuck with the deal I had with them, thinking they could squeeze a bit more out of me." Randy explained even more as he picked up the knife and, examined it before putting it in his pocket.

David nodded, believing his story. "Well, sorry if I couldn't pat them down sooner."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you dealt with this mess before things got out of hand. Anyway, I want you to head inside and secure the place. I'll stand around and watch." Randy said, opening the door for his little brother.

"Are you sure?"

Randy laughed. "You just saw what Bolo did to that guy. Believe me, I'll be fine."

David smirked as he walked inside. He was instantly greeted by a stripper dressed as a mechanic that wore nothing but coveralls that were stained with grease. She was holding a wrench, and had her blonde hair tied in a ponytail She had several dirty smudges on her face, giving her the look of an actual mechanic.

"Hey there David. Name's Sasha, and welcome to Club Sugar Daddy," Sasha said as she walked around him grinning. "Nice bod. Want me to tighten those nuts a little while I give you a lube job?"

Giving credit to her staying in character, and admitting to her looking good with her 36D breasts swaying a bit., David sadly declined. "Sorry sweetie, I'm on the clock. But when I the chance to take a break, you can examine this if you like. Promise." With that, he slipped past Sasha.

The song 'Love Rollercoaster; by Red Hot Chili Peppers was playing as he saw two strippers, one was taking off the top of her police uniform, exposing her tits to the crowd followed, bending over rubbing and slapping her ass wantonly in front of everyone. The other stripper; dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, was grinding herself against a pole. Before David could blink, the stripper, dropped to the ground, performing a split. As people were throwing money at the stage, she was far from over as she removed the hood, exposing her beautiful face, and flowing red hair. She winked at everybody, while dry humping the floor, licking her lips and pinching her nipples, wowing the crowd even more as they threw more cash at her.

The stripper dressed as the cop then drew out her nightstick, and walked seductively walked over towards her partner, lowering the nightstick to her crotch, rubbing it in small circles while taking her other hand and pretending to jack off. The other stripper grinned as she slowly came up, getting on her knees, and began to suck off the nightstick This made everyone go wild as they threw even more of their cash at the crowed while Little Red Riding Hood, performed 'oral'.

This is...disturbing...and yet I'm turned on by this. Come on David,you're here to work,not stare at what's going on...

"Hey David? You there? It's me Tiffany!"

David blinked as he looked away realizing he had a serious hard on from watching the two strippers perform. He looked around wondering who was talking to him, then remembered it was probably the headset.

"David? Quit staring at them! I need your help with one of the patrons!" Tiffany yelled.

"Where are you?" David wondered as he looked around.

"I'm in the office watching you through the cameras. Randy wanted me to check up on you while he was outside. Listen, I need you to head over to the table right over by a pinball machine. One of the guys there is getting a little too touchy feely with one of the twins," Tiffany explained. "And hurry about it, cause he looks pissed off. He's wearing a red jacket."

"Alright, I'm on it." David said as he walked over passing by a stripper dressed in a schoolgirl outfit. He continued walking and passed the pinball machine and saw that it was Dennis who was feeling up on Creamy while her sister while pulling her away from him.

"Come on sweetie, just lemmie get a peek of that pink!" Dennis yelled.

"She told you no five time already, so, hands off asshole!" Milky yelled.

"Yeah! Let...go!" Creamy protested. The top portion of her nurse costume was a slightly torn, due to her desperately pulling herself away from her.

"Aw, come on, I never got to see a real one before, just the ones I see in those hentai mags I order on the internet. I'll pay you extra!"

"She said no Dennis," David said appearing behind Dennis, cracking his knuckles. "I'm going to tell you one time, and one time only; let her go...now."

"Fuck you buddy, I saw her first! You can come back when I'm done!"

Quickly, David grabbed Dennis arm, twisting it till he let go of her. He then pulled him up from his chair "That's it you gotta go. Now"

"But I paid for my drinks and a lapdance from her!"

"I can care less." David ordered as he started pushing and shoving the guy out the door. He could hear the guy protesting to stay inside, but David didn't want to hear any of it.

"Let me get my money back then!"

"No refunds. Please leave." David requested, trying to be nice

"I don't want to leave man! I promise, I won't bother that bitch any more. Come on, give me a break!" Dennis pleaded.

"You want a break? Wish granted," David said angrily, as he spun him around and headbutted him directly at the man's face, breaking his nose. As blood gushed out and onto the floor, Dennis yelled while David grabbed him and continued to shove out of the strip club. When they headed outside, David firmly kicked him in his behind, causing Dennis to stumble and fall to the ground. "Come back next time when you have some respect for the ladies, got it?"

"Fuck you! Next time I come back I'm gonna have you guys killed for this! Fucking bastard! You know who I am?"

"Yeah, a guy that just got kicked out for being stupid!" David said as he got a glance from Randy and, Bolo. "Now get the hell out of here!"

"You're going to get yours man, I swear!" Dennis shouted as he stomped away.

David stared at him for a few more seconds, and headed back inside. He didn't even explained what happened inside. He didn't need to. Randy had heard everything that was going on from inside, and trusted him with handling it.

As David walked back inside, he was greeted with a hug by Creamy while her sister Milky leaned against the ATM. He rubbed her back as she was sniffling. "You alright?"

"I am now...thanks, again." Creamy said hugging him more.

"Listen, why don't you go into the office, and clean yourself up alright? Tiffany should be there. I'll be there if you" David said as he saw her sister hold her hand.

"I'll see to it she's alright. Thanks for helping us again." Milky said winking.

"That's twice now," David teased.

"We'll pay you back...eventually." Milky said, teasing him back. She then turned to her twin sister and, walked with her to the office.

As David laughed at the remark Milky made, David walked back in receiving thank you's from Sasha, a stripper who was dressed as a mailman, one that had on a navy uniform, and one from a redhead that was dressed like the girl from the animated show Princess Robot Bubblegum. The song 'Jungle Love' by Morris Day and The Time started to play as, he continued walking around seeing if everything was alright as he sat on a stool at the bar. Cathy saw him and, poured him a glass of cranberry juice and vodka.

"Here sweetie," Cathy said as he handed the tall glass to him. "I know it isn't your usual rum and coke, but I ran out of rum."

"It's alright," David said as he slowly sipped his drink slowly.

"So did Randy tell you about his plans to try and get that hotel?" Cathy asked.

"Yeah, he's really set on getting this. And I gotta admit, I'm glad he's got a goal into getting something he really wants." David admitted. He took another sip and saw Cathy pouring herself a glass of seltzer water for herself. "I just hope that everything falls into place. Last thing I need for my brother is get screwed over."

"Nobody wants that for Randy. I'll admit the man can be a bit...off."

David chuckled a bit. "Off?"

"Well, you know him longer than I have," Cathy said as she heard one of the patrons ask for a Golden Suds beer. "Always rushing into shit, without thinking of what can happen."

"You know what they say; life is short." David shrugged.

"David, everyone says that." Cathy said shaking her head.

"Yeah, well at least he's improving. And for that, I'm proud of the man." David said finishing his glass. He then heard Randy's voice on the ear piece.

"Hey David, you there? Got a job for you!"

David tapped on his headset, and answered. "Yeah, what's up?"

"I need you to head to the liquor store and pick up some spiced rum, and peach vodka. Tell them to put it on my tab. Then head to Burger Shot and pick me up three Double Barrel bacon cheeseburgers, two Bleeders; one with no mayo, some cheddar fries, and a large E-Cola. I'll be watching the place inside, while Bolo stands guard outside. Thanks!"

Before David could say anything, he heard a click. "Great...more work." David muttered.

"How bad?" Cathy wondered.

"Just got to do some shopping." David said shaking his head. "With money out of my own wallet no doubt. Hold this for me."

Cathy nodded, as David took off the headset and handed it to her. He then, headed out of the club while Randy walked in, patting his brother on the back for doing a good job. David rolled his eyes as he jogged to the back of the strip club and, into his Sentinel. Once he got inside, he started the sedan and pulled out from his spot, driving through the red light district, running errands.

As is first stop, was to head to Burger Shot via the drive-thru, and thankfully no one was there. Nearly clipping a biker on a Zombie, David pulled up to the speaker, honking his horn to get their attention.

"Huh? Umm...yeah, what do you want?" The clerk said yawning.

"Hate to disturb your beauty sleep pal, but I got an order." David said out loud. "Let me get, three Double Barrel bacon cheeseburger's, two Bleeders; one with no mayo, an extra large order of cheddar fries, and a large E-Cola."

After seconds of waiting the clerk answered again. "Uhh, did you want fries or something?"

Already irritated, David answered. "I just said an extra large order of cheddar fries!"

"Alright, dude. Chill...fuckin' buzzkill." The clerk said getting irritable as well. "Pull up to the window for ya crap."

Shaking his head at the lousy service, David complied and drove slowly, till he got towards the window and saw the guy. He was smoking a joint, while fixing his order. David sighed wondering how long it was going to take. The clerk was unshaven, and dull, with bloodshot red eyes, and his work shirt soiled and stained with various sauces. David didn't see a nametag on him, but he didn't even bother wanting to know his name at all.

The clerk then saw David and tilted his head, confused and started to laugh. "Uhh...did you want something dude?"

"I just gave you my order not too long ago. Is it that hard to forget?"

"I guess so...what was it again?"

David was seconds away from getting out of the car and bashing the clerk's face in. He took a deep breath and repeated his order once more to the guy. "Three Double Barrel bacon cheeseburger's, two Bleeders; one with no mayo, an extra large order of cheddar fries, and a large E-Cola. Got that stoner?"

The clerk nodded as he set his joint down and, started to get his food. David stood in the drive-thru, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, and felt his phone vibrate. He quickly pulled it out and saw, it was his brother sending him a text.

'Where is my food man! I'm getting hungry!'

'Well too bad Randy, your food is being made by a stoner, so it may take a while. Matter of fact, why don't you eat some of the food at the club?', David responded with a text. Soon as he pressed the send button, he placed the phone back into his pocket and honked on the horn. "Come on man! Hurry the fuck up!"

"It's coming man!"

"Shit, I bet if I offered you a bag of purple hazel you would hurry!" David yelled.

"Word?"

"NO!"

Seven minutes passed as the clerk came out with three bags of food. David raised an eyebrow, wondering if the guy gave him a bit too much than he ordered.

"Uhh, the total is...umm give me a second." The clerk asked as he continued punching buttons on his register only to get a loud buzzing noise over and over.

"Not wanting to stay in the spot he was in for almost ten minutes, David came up with an idea. "Can I see what you put in my bags please?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure," The clerk nodded, handing him the drink, followed by the three bags. As soon as David placed the bags on the passenger side and the drink in the cup holder, he immediately shifted the gear to drive and took off, not paying for the food at all.

Can't believe he fell for that! Hah! Alright...food,check.Next stop,the liquor store, David mused as he knew the closest liquor store would be at Drunken Stupor's Liquor Store. He felt his phone vibrate once again and, ignored it for the time being. He made a turn and entered on Walsh Road, slowly pulling up to the curb, and stopped the car. Pulling out the phone he saw that his brother answered back with a text of his own.

'Because if I see another mozzarella stick,or a chicken tender strip, I'm going to snap!'

David laughed as he shut the car off and opened the door. Closing it, he wondered why Randy would offer food at a strip club in the first place. Tits,and tater-tots don'tmix, David thought as, he strolled inside the shop. Then again, I'm guilty of eating there too...eh,fuck it. Let's just get the stuff and be on our way.

Inside the liquor store was several people. Several people were in line, while some were wondering what to drink, while one was down on his luck cursing out loud as he tried his luck on the lottery scratchers.

David stood in line, waiting and hoping things ran by a bit smoothly unlike before. As he checked the time on his watch, he saw a blonde-haired blue eyed hooker walking inside, making loud coughing noises, causing a few people to glance and, go back to their business or their conversation a few seconds later.

The hooker had on a yellow colored miniskirt, along with a matching pair sneakers, and a white tube top, showing off her 36C breasts, and exposing a tattoo of four playing cards that were all queens that was on her stomach. Her hair was in a tussled mess as if someone had already had their fun with her several minutes ago, and her eyes were so bloodshot, she looked like, she didn't have a chance to catch a nap. Her hands were shaking, and twitching, implying she was either on drugs or that caffeine was running through her body.

She caught David glancing and licked her lips temptingly and walked over to him, while David wished that he didn't even bother looking at her at all. He saw that he had three other customers in front of him before he was next, and tried to think of something else.

"Hey stud. I saw you eying me up." The hooker said rubbing David's arm.

David narrowed his eyes, and exhaled sharply. "I thought it was someone I knew...my mistake," David said, shrugging her off his arm, not making eye contact at her and wished she would go away.

"Well, you can get to know me if you want. Name's Tandi...rhymes with candy you know."

"That's uhh...cute." More like corny if you ask me, David thought.

"Yes, you are baby. Seeing how you dressed, you must be loaded. Wanna go to my apartment and fuck like bunnies?" Tandi asked in a tantalizing voice. "Fifty bucks."

"No thanks."David declined. "I got some stuff to do."

"Aw, come on sweetie, I'll let you touch these tits for free. Maybe that'll change your mind."

Exhaling sharply, David looked at Tandi and answered "I told you, I'm not interested." He then looked and saw he was next. Walking up, he saw a woman working behind the bulletproof windowed booth.

"What would like today?" She asked with a cheerful smile.

"A bottle of Major Harrison spiced rum, and a bottle of peach vodka please." David requested. "Also could you put this on Randy DePalma's tab please."

The clerk raised an eyebrow at the name. "Randy? That guy still owes me money for three cases of beer, and four bottles of whiskey! He wanted to buy it half off, and like a sucker I fell for it. Must be his eyes...or something. Anyway, thanks to him, I got cussed out by my boss!"

"I'm sorry, I'll make sure my brother pays you back every cent," David promised. "You have my word."

"Fuck that! Tell that charmer, he doesn't get squat till he pays his debt!"

"How much does he owe anyway?" David wondered.

"Roughly, eleven-hundred dollars."

"Roughly? Jesus Christ...fine, I'll pay for it." David groaned as he went into his pockets and peeled off several hundred dollar bills. "Now can I get what I asked for?"

The lady nodded while Tandi continued to lean up against David's side. David took a step to his side, causing Tandi to nearly fall down, as he paid the clerk and collected the bottles that were in a plastic bag. Once he collected them, he saw Tandi approach him once more.

"Still interested in having some of this?" Tandi offered. She started rising her miniskirt in front of David, revealing a clean shaven mound.

David turned away, annoyed once more. "Do you know when to quit? I said no to you already." David said, grabbing his drinks and heading out the door, leaving the hooker feeling hurt, upset. As he headed out the door, and towards the driver side of his car, Tandi came out pissed.

"What the fuck is your deal babe! What's wrong with this?" Tandi yelled. Her eyes then widened as she then stared as him. "Ohh, I get it...I understand completely."

"You do?" David said looking at her, while opening the door.

"Yeah, you're gay aren't you? No biggie, just give me ten minutes, and I'll turn you around."

David eyes grew wide as saucers as he raised his voice. "I'm not gay!"

"Then why won't you take me out huh? Other guys have this whole day and you're the only one that hasn't!" Tandy shouted putting her hands on her waist.

"Guess I have different taste," David shrugged.

"Yeah, taste in men that is. What's the matter, you don't like girls?"

"I like women, especially those who clean up after themselves." David said putting the liquor bottles on the passenger side, next to the bag of fast food.

"Just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"See that thick while trail running down your leg? It's a deal breaker. Maybe you ought to wipe that off before trying to seduce men, it's one hell of a dealbreaker." David commented, shutting the door, and starting the engine. He could hear the hooker yelling and cussing at him, as he drove off, not giving a damn, and just wanted to head back.

The trip wasn't that long as he finally arrived back in front of the club. Bolo was just letting in several more people inside, as David drove the car through the alley once more, and parked it behind the club. He got out, grabbing the stuff, including the drink from the cup holder, setting the alarm and headed towards the front of the club. Bolo nodded as David walked in. Soon as he got towards the bar, he sat down, setting the bags on the counter in front of Cathy.

"Back so soon?" Cathy said, handing David back the headset.

"After dealing with a cashier at Burger Shot who was stoned off his ass, paying off Randy's debt to a liquor store clerk, and avoiding STD's from a hooker, you can fucking guarantee that I wanted to get back here soon enough." David sighed as Randy walked up behind him and grabbed his soda.

"That was fast man? What happened, you missed your big brother?" Randy teased.

"Yeah, I miss being told what to do, and follow you like a lapdog," David sarcastically remarked. "Anyway, you know you owed Drunken Stupor quite a bit of change that came out of my pocket?"

"I'll pay you back. Besides, with the money we're raking in, you don't have nothing to worry about."

Cathy interjected for a moment. "Um, babe, there's paying the strippers, my expenses, including Jacob, cleaning, and paying Bolo for watching the place..."

"We get the point Cathy, thank you. Now be a sweetie, and serve drinks," Randy said sounding annoyed. "As for Jacob, I don't have to pay him much. Just get him a stripper to fuck him and that should be good enough."

"Yeah, while scaring the poor stripper at the same time," David quipped.

Randy laughed as he took the bag of fast food. "You want a burger?"

"No thanks," David said shaking his head.

"Sweet, more for me. We'll be outside, check the place out for me alright?"

"Yes sir," David said mocking a salute to him. He looked around and saw some guy dressed in a red and white plaid shirt that was tucked in and, a pair of stonewashed jeans. He had a dumb look on his face as he was getting a lapdance by someone that was dressed in a chicken suit. David couldn't help but laugh his ass off seeing this. He was glad that the music was on loud as Cathy glanced over and was wondering what was so funny.

"You alright David?"

David continued laughing. "Which one of these poor ladies had to don the chicken costume?"

Cathy smirked. "Tiffany. She came in late for the third time this week, so Randy made her wear that costume as a way of punishing her. It would've been Sapphire, but she clocked in on time today...barely."

David laughed even harder. "You mean to tell me that poor girl in in that sweaty costume?"

"Oh don't worry, she'll take a break in a few minutes," Cathy said giggling more. "If she doesn't pass out first."

So this is the costume that Randy was talking about...damn, David thought as he continued chuckling till he heard a voice go off in his headset.

"Hey, it's Milky, I'm in the office right now. I see two guys that can't hold their liquor stumbling around near the men's bathroom."

Randy's voice came in. "Kick their asses if you have to!"

David laughter died down as he got serious. "I'm on it." He then got up and started heading towards the bathrooms, passing by Creamy talking to some of the johns, while Sapphire while riding herself on a cross-shaped dildo, making more people throw tens and twenties to her. He made it to the bathrooms and witnessed two geeks; one was stumbling around the other pissing in the corner.

"H-h-h-h-eeeey...buddy!" One drunk geek said as he finished a bottle of Golden Suds beer.

"Alright, time for you two to head out and get some fresh air. Let's go." David demanded. "And you, wrong place to use the bathroom."

The other guy that was pissing in the corner, turned his head and stared at David lazily. "It's just a strip club man...doesn't matter if the place is dirty."

"Well the owner minds it, and so do I, so zip it up and head out! I mean it! You better not be here when I get back." David yelled. He first grabbed the drunk and started to drag him towards the door. The drunk moved and breathed heavily in the David's face, causing David's eyes to water from the smell of vomit. "Good God man...how much you have?"

"I-I-I...ha-aaa...d. O-o-o-n..."

"One! One damn beer?" David said surprised at what the guy told him. The two of them were heading out as David gently pushed him out. "Have a good night lightweight." David then quickly turned around and, saw that the other guy wasn't behind him. Frustrated, David jogged back inside, looking for the other guy frantically, and saw him slumped in the corner, crying. "What are you crying for?"

The man was blubbering as if he was a baby as he held his crotch. "I...caught my...dick in the zipper! It hurts! Help me!"

"I'm not getting near your dick dude. You gotta go." David said shaking his head at the pitiful sight in front of him.

"Don't do this to me man...it's embarrassing as it is!" The nerd said crying in pain.

"So take ya shirt off, and cover it up. Nobody won't know." David suggested.

The nerd nodded as he cringed at the burning pain, while taking off his shirt and covered his crotch. He was in a fit of tears."There...I did it."

"Good. Now leave before I take that shirt off there and embarrass yourself for everyone in the club to see." David threatened. The man obeyed as he got up and started to waddle awkwardly, with David behind him stifling a laugh. Poor fucking bastard...can this night get any more fucked up?

The two of them headed outside, as David watched the man whimper in tears, leaving to join his drunken friend who only made it fifteen feet away before dropping face first on the pavement.

Randy stared at the guy who was covering his crotch with his shirt, and then looked at David. "What's the matter with him?"

"Drunk, and caught his dick in his pants zipper." David said shaking his head as he walked back inside. As he walked inside, he heard both Bolo and Randy roar with laughter. David smirked as well. As soon as he got inside, he looked around for more people trying to start anything, while he looked at the time on his watch. Only an hour and a half went by, causing David to groan in vexation.

"That's right fellas! Be sure to tip these lovely ladies, hope you guys having a wonderful time here at the Sugar Daddy! Come one every make some noise guys! Up on the stage we have one naughty little schoolgirl..." Jacob yelled on the microphone as people went wild.

David didn't pay any attention to the announcement, as he saw a guy getting a lapdance by Tiffany who had a bit of a troublesome expression on her face. Curious, David walked over to investigate the problem.

"I told you already, no grabbing unless I said it's alright." Tiffany complained as she felt a pinch against her backside, causing her to yelp like a chicken, and sadly be in character.

"I paid extra for this...so be a good lil' chicken before I pluck off one of your feathers! Besides, your face is getting red from all of this!" The man yelled as he pinched her behind again and giggled with excitement.

"That's cause it's a bit hot in this outfit! Ow! Cut that out dammit!" Tiffany pleaded.

"Why don't we go to one of the bathrooms. I can't wait to pluck you up!" he said sounding almost baleful.

Tiffany almost wanted to shout but saw David watching the two of them, and walking towards them full speed. She smiled knowing what was going to happen in the next few seconds.

"David I just saw..."

"Way ahead of you," David said cut Milky off, as he approached the Tiffany and the customer she was being harassed. "You, in the lumberjack shirt. Out." David pointed.

"But I..."

"I don't want to fuckin' hear it. Leave, before something happens." David warned.

The man got up and walked right up to David, trying to stare him down. "Look, I paid a ton to have this bitch in a chicken costume, so I expect some hospitality."

"I expect you to have some fucking respect to these women, but someway, somehow, that doesn't seem to happening." David replied sardonically. "Now leave. I won't ask you again."

The man laughed as he pointed his finger, pressing it against David's shoulder. "Please! Like your short ass is going to do a fu..."

Quickly, and fluidly, David grabbed the man's hand, followed by breaking the finger that touched him in shoulder, and pushed him hard to the ground. As the man cried out in pain causing some of the people to see what was going on, David stared down at him cracking his knuckles. "Do it again, and I'll break the other nine."

The man stared at David horrified and in agony as he struggled to get up. He looked at David who was quiet but, gave him a cold, icy glare. Once he got up completely, he started to walk away, defeated and embarrassed. "You and this club just fucked its self. Just watch what happens when I have people come over here to fuck it up and, kill you."

"I'm shaking," David replied with a monotone voice as he followed the guy to make sure he really left. One they got outside, the man started to jog away from the club till he was out of his sight. He then looked at Randy. "Listen, you have any guns in this place?"

"Other than the USP under the counter at the bar, and the Colt Anaconda I have on me, yeah. Why?" Randy asked sounding a bit worried.

"Before I kicked out that guy Dennis, and he threatened that he was going to start some shit here, and now this guy." David explained.

Randy shrugged it off as he took a long sip of his soda. "Come on man, there's nothing to worry about. People like that just talk shit just to scare you. Don't let it get to you alright?"

"Look, I am alright. When I threw the first guy out, I saw a tattoo of a dog baring teeth that was drooling blood."

Randy shrugged. "Yeah, so?"

"And the guy I just threw out had the same exact tattoo. That isn't a coincidence!" David argued. "They could be a gang Randy."

"Couldn't be...I mean there's the Yardies, the Imperial Nine Triads, Cuban Cartel, Forelli Crime Family...and a bunch of small time wannabes." Randy said listing out every gang in the city. "They're small time, then we're fine. Besides, if they tried anything, they would have to be very well equipped to handle us." Randy said smiling as he continued to chow down on his food.

"Randy, just be on your guard. In the meantime, I'll be inside the club." David shaking his head at his brothers boastful bragging.

"Yeah, well I'm coming inside to. I can use a drink about now," Randy said stretching his arms before following his little brother. "Bolo, stay out here and check the place out, anything happens, let me know right away."

"On it." Bolo nodded, catching the bag of food, as he stood still, watching the area like a hawk.

The two brothers walked inside, only the greeter Sasha was gone. Randy didn't pay this any mind as took the headset off, and placed it in his coat pocket. David left his in though as he arrived at the bar. He didn't see Tiffany around at all as he sat down on a stool, but for only a few seconds as he heard Milky's voice.

"Hey David, it's me again. Hey you got a moment I gotta speak you in the office right away." "Yeah, sure." David answered as he got up. "Hey Randy, I'm gonna head to the office for a minute. Be right back." His brother waved, as David made a beeline towards the office. He looked around seeing that things were going alright even though some of the strippers were gone as he counted only four were around. Hmm...probably on break, David thought as he approached the office door.

Jiggling the doorknob, David heard the door unlock from the inside. He then opened the door, walking inside, and saw that not only Milky was there but her sister Creamy. Sasha, Sapphire, and Tiffany were there each of them in costume, with smiling faces, while David was staring at them confused.

"Hey, he did show up. I win the bet!" Sasha said happily.

"Oh, that's just bullshit. I thought you were kidding," Milky said irritated.

"Well, now that he's here, let's thank him." Tiffany said still dressed in the chicken costume.

David stared at them and laughed nervously. "Hey now, I got work to do ladies, and so do you."

"We're on a break," Sapphire said walking towards David and closing the door behind him, followed by hugging him from behind.

"Yup, and why not thank the man who protected us from those creepy ass men?" Sasha said walking over to David, taking his headset off his head and turning it off.

"Look, you don't have to thank me...really. I was just doing my job." David said starting to feel even more nervous.

"Well, we're going to do our job," Creamy said sounding bold for once as she approached David and hugged him. "Now be a good boy, and we'll give you a lollipop!"

"That's right sis," Milky said taking off her top and hopped herself on Randy's desk. "Time for you to take ya medicine!"

"Yeah, and to start it off, I wanna test ride this piece of American muscle!" Sasha said grinning, while lightly patting David's bulging crotch. "After all, you did promise me a while ago."

Shit, she's right...I did promise, David remembered as she started to unbutton his shirt. "Well, look, can't this wait till some other time?"

"What for? You got five, wet, horny as fuck, young women locked up in a room with you, that you can do anything you want to, and you want to wait?" Tiffany said leaning against the wall. "You should be creaming in your jeans right now. So, man up David, and come get some of this."

"She's right brother David," Sapphire said getting into character, while revealing her breasts to David, as she dimmed the lights down. "Besides, what are you waiting for? Marriage?"

The rest of ladies laughed like a bunch of catty high school girls while David's face was red, embarrassed from what was going on. "Well I...well...you see...there...ummm...uhhh, oh boy."

Sapphire shook her head. "No excuses. It's time for you to be baptized David. Baptized in one big orgy."

The ladies giggled as they each walked up to him slowly, seductively and grinning, while David couldn't decide either to scream rape, or go with it and fuck each and every one of them as his reward. Before David could react, Tiffany grabbed his hand and pushed him down to the ground, where all five of them, sexually touched, kissed, nipped, bit David while removing his clothing.

"Sis, get his shoes!" Milky said pushing her tits up against David's face while he groaned.

"I wonder if he's any good," Sasha said, frantically removing David's pants.

"Trust me, he's great!" Tiffany giggled helping out Sasha. "See! Look at that thing! Woo!"

"Oh my," Creamy said sounding embarrassed as she blushed.

"Oh my indeed," Sapphire said sounding as if she approved what David had between his legs. "I'll get the lube, handcuffs, the whip, oils, and condoms. You ladies hold him down."

"Wait, what!" David said as he tried to get up and felt Tiffany pin him down.

"You heard loud and clear David," Milky said smiling as they each went at him like a wolf against an innocent lamb.

"Just relax David," Creamy said taking David's hand and stroking it gently. "The whip won't hurt...after the first few hits."

"WHAT? No...HELL NO!" David yelled. "I'm not into that shit!" The ladies didn't care as they continued doing their thing to him, while David started to panic a bit. "Oh God..."

"Not God dear. Just us ladies..." Sapphire said cracking the whip and smiled.

"AHHHH! RANDY! CATHY! JACOB! ANYBODY! HELP MEEEEEEEE!"

Five hours later...

All five girls were knocked out asleep, covered in sweat, and sleeping peacefully, with the exception of Tiffany snoring loudly in her chicken costume. David was slumped against the Easy-Boy leather chair. His chest, back were slick with sweat, as he panted heavily. His vision was blurry, his back ached, and his ass was hurting from the lashes from the beating Sapphire gave him while she got off on his yelling. Wondering why was his face feeling moist as he peeled off a feather from the side of his face, he then remembered that, both Tiffany and Milky each took turns riding his face. A woman dressed as a chicken rode my face...how am I going to let that one slide from Randy? I'll never fucking hear the end of it! David thought as he looked down and saw Creamy and Sasha cuddled on top of him sleeping. He slowly got up, and gently lowered Sasha on the floor, while Creamy went to sleep on the chair.

"Mmmm...A-American...muscle..." Sasha murmured in her sleep.

"Jeez...an hour on each of us...and...we each came...t-t-ten times...fuck..." Milky said quietly, as she laid naked and spread eagle on the table. She turned her head slightly, and saw David look for his pants and whispered. "Right...by the safe. Hey David...thanks for...for..."

"For fucking each of you six ways till Sunday?" David said quietly, looking hungover.

"Yeah...defiantly...told you we'd pay you back..." Milky said as she closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Yeah...with interest, David mused as he tip toed around the office and grabbed his pants. While David was putting on his clothes he surveyed the entire room.

The place was a mess. The strong, thick, musky-scented, smell of sex was in the room as most of Randy's stuff that was on the office was now all over the floor. The wastebasket, was half full, containing various types of used condoms, lubricants (some flavored), a small container of massage cream, three scented candles that were finished, and a empty box of tissues.

When he finished getting dressed, David turned around, looking for his shoes. He found the first one next to the computer, and the second one by Sapphire who was asleep near the minibar.

Sapphire was sound asleep naked except for the top of the nun outfit, holding a bottle of wine in her hand, a vibrator in the other hand, and the handle of the leather whip inside of her pussy.

David stifled a laugh seeing the sight of her as he grabbed his shoe, and put it on. Once he was fully dressed. He slowly exited out, as all five strippers continued to sleep. Closing the door behind him, he walked slowly and didn't hear any music. Jacob probably messed upon the music, he thought as he exited out and saw an irritated Randy and Cathy.

Cathy tapped Randy on his shoulder. "There he is. Where were you?"

Slightly groggy, David lied. "I...took a nap."

"A five hour nap?" Randy said staring at his brother. Curious, he took a step forward, inspecting him. "Where's your headset I was yelling for you to show up."

"I took it off obviously," David answered, taking a step back. "What's with the third degree?"

Randy didn't bother answering as he then sniffed. David took a step back but, his older brother stepped forward and inhaled.. He then looked at David dead in his eyes and shook his head. "Who were you fucking?"

"Nobody." David lied some more. He then walked past Cathy as he leaned against the air hockey machine. Cathy went back to cleaning up while Randy stared at him crossing his arms. "What?"

"Come 'ere." Randy said. As David walked up to him. Randy shook his head some more followed by laughing a bit. "I know what you were doing man."

"Yeah? How do you figure?" David said staring at him.

"I know that smell David. The nose knows." Randy said not out loud to get Cathy's attention.

"Yeah, well...it wasn't my fault." David insisted.

"It wasn't your fault that you fucked one of my strippers?"

"Not one...five." David confessed.

"Five?"

"Five what?" Cathy asked, hearing Randy yell.

"Nothing," Randy and David said as Cathy looked at the two and shrugged before cleaning up at the bar.

"Five of them? God-damn David, who were they?"

"Doesn't matter, I just feel really tired...and sore." David yawned. "What happened when I left? No problems?"

"Nah, things were going alright. Bolo is already escorting some of the girls that you didn't fuck home. Jacob got paid and left, so did Cathy and Bolo."

"So where's my cut for tonight?" David wondered.

"You just screwed five of my strippers." Randy said laughing.

"They wanted to thank me," David replied to which Randy burst out laughing.

"A five hour thank you? Sound like they were shaking your hand too long."

"Well, they were shaking something else if you get the meaning."

Randy laughed, as he went into his pockets, pulling out a fat wad of cash. He then started counting. "I swear man, I look at you and think to myself, you can't be the little brother I used to torment when we were younger. Back in the day, you would be afraid to even sleep with a woman."

David scoffed at the remark. "At least when I lost my virginity, I didn't have to pay it like you did."

As Cathy heard and giggled, Randy took offense to it and replied, "Hey, that's not fair! She said I was cute, and gave me a discount! Anyway, here's the money for working here man, plus the money from getting the liquor for me. If you ever feel like working here with ya big brother, just give me a call and I can set you up."

"No problem," David said as he received $3000, for a job well done. "Need any help cleaning up?"

"Nah, it's alright. We're almost done. Besides, I have the utmost knowledge that you kept my office cleaned while you were doing your thing." Randy said sounding confident.

"Yeah...it's clean alright." David lied. "And all five of them are asleep."

"Alright cool."

"Well, I'm gonna head out the back. Talk to you later bro. G'night Cathy."

"Night David, get home soon." Cathy said as she finished wiping the counter down.

David started to head towards the back of the club, and opened the backdoor. As soon as he opened it, he then heard someone shouting. More specifically, his brother.

"WHAT THE FUCK DAVID! YOU SAID THE OFFICE WAS CLEAN! AHH DAMMIT! WAKE UP! ALL OF YOU! I DON'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!"

Ok, that's my cue to haul ass, David thought as he took a step back gunned for it towards the Sentinel. He still heard his brother shouting.

"FUCK! HE USED MY CONDOMS, MY LUBE! HE USED THE MANGO ONE TOO! THAT SHIT IS IMPORTED FROM BRAZIL DAVID! WHERE ARE YOU? SAPPHIRE, WHY IN THE HELL IS THE HANDLE OF THAT WHIP IN YOUR CUNT! PULL IT OUT! I DON'T CARE IF IT HELPS YOU SLEEP! MAN,ALL MY STUFF IS ON THE FLOOR...THE WHOLE ROOM SMELLS LIKE POONTANG! I HOPE YOU LADIES ENJOYED YOURSELF, YOU'RE CLEANING UP THE WHOLE ROOM!"

"Note to self, send my big brother a 'I'm sorry' text." David said aloud as he got inside the car, followed by starting the engine and heading out. He didn't bother turning on the radio, as he continued driving, shaking his head at the night he had. Even though his brother told him not to worry about the guys that he kicked out, in the back of his head, he couldn't help but to worry about it. Damnit...what gang had those tattoos...they wore,had a tattoo of some type of dog.They can't be a gang I killed...maybe...hell, just figuring this out is going to keep me up all night.

David continued driving, still wondering, until he arrived at the parking garage and parked at his usual spot. As he cut off the engine, he got out, closing the door, and setting the car alarm once again. He then went to the elevator, and thought of the experience he just had with five strippers, while pressing the button summoning for the elevator to come down.

A nun,a mechanic, a pair of twin nurses,and a chicken...God,I going to need therapy,he thought as the elevator doors closed behind him.

By the time he got to his floor, he walked out, taking his time towards his door. Once he got inside, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling the phone out from his pocket, David answered, not bothering to look at the number. "Yeah?"

"It's me dude,"

"Hey Alan. What's up?" David wondered as he closed the door behind him, followed by kicking off his shoes.

"Just kickin' it at my house," Alan said as he was on a couch, drinking a grape Sprunk. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to Memory Lanes over in downtown. Got a two for one deal going on."

"Maybe later Alan. I just dealt with helping my brother at the club."

"Oh yeah? How did that go?"

"Insane. The place had a bunch of people in there. Most of them were nerds." David explained, while taking off his pants and heading to his bedroom.

"Nerds at a strip club?" Alan said laughing. "What was it, somebody's birthday?"

"I don't even know. All I do know is two of them I kicked out wore red and, had a tattoo of a dog. Maybe you can tell me what gang has that cause, Randy is so fuckin' confident that they are small time and don't pose a threat."

Alan finished his soda, thinking to himself who would have that tattoo and wore red. "Is there anything else about this? Like what did the tattoo look like exactly?"

"Like I said; it was a dog, looked mean as hell, red eyes, and it looked like it was foaming at the mouth or something."

Mentally putting the pieces together, Alan was silent for a few seconds until he came up with a possible guess. "Remember when we went through those guys to get that car from that owner back at the slums?"

"The same owner that got fucked up by a forty-millimeter grenade?" David said laughing. "Marcus Biggs Jr."

"Yeah, that guy. Well if I'm not mistaken, the guy was wearing those colors, and I saw a tattoo you just mentioned on his chest. Only thing it was a bit scarred"

David raised an eyebrow from hearing that bit. "Do you know the name of the crew?"

Alan was quiet again as he stood up, turning the TV off. He remained quiet till he remembered the name and sighed. "I know who they are."

"Who?"

"They're called the Bloodhounds. Small time crew that follows none of the big league gangs in this city. All they do run small protection rackets and a bit of pimping. Still, tell your brother that he should be careful."

"After what we did to their boss, I think they won't be able to do anything." David replied with confidence.

"This is your brother we're talking about."

"Point taken," David exhaled a sigh. "Alright, I'll text him and let Randy know to stay alert."

"Alright man, if anything happens, call me and let me know alright?"

"Sure thing. G'night." David replied as he hung up the phone and headed towards the comfort of his own bed. It was 3:28am, as he stripped himself down to nothing but his boxers and socks, he thought about the gang that Alan mentioned, and tried to shrug it off. But the fact that threatened him about damaging the club was something he couldn't just let go.

They're just small time David...nothing special. Hell,the only thing they had that posed as a threat was a grenade launcher...but Alan and I handled it.Let's just hope what they said was empty words...hell, most small time thugs just talk shit, David thought crawled inside his bed, followed by texting his brother a message to stay alert, setting his alarm clock, and immediately dozed off.

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The scene where David interrogates the two robbers, followed with asking which hand he used and bashing his hand with a hammer, was a bit from the movie Casino. One of my favorite scenes on top of that. Golden Suds beer is a parody of Miller Genuine Draft beer. Major Harrison spiced rum, is a parody of Captain Morgan rum. I also thought it was time David did a mission where it was like the Club Management missions from The Ballad of Gay Tony...with a twist of naked girls in costumes! ^_^. Strongholds and Sorcery is also a parody of the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons.

I forgot to mention in a chapter before that, Dr. Will was a parody of Dr. Phil. Just to remind anyone. Also The Mainframe: Re-Do and The Mainframe: Rehashed, is a parody of The Matrix movies both Reloaded and Revolutions. But hoped you enjoyed it! don't forget to reply and, stay tuned for the next chapter!