Refugee

Chapter Seven

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A cool breeze blew through my unkempt hair as the three of us stepped out of Jimmy's '69 Camaro and made our way to the red, velvet gate in front of Lollipops. It was 9:27pm and the parking lot was nearly packed already. The walls of the old, brick building were adorned with neon, flashing lights that read LIVE NUDES and GIRLS, and a large poster of a blonde in pigtails sucking on a red lollipop. It had been a couple of months since I had been here last but it looked just the same as when I left.

After standing in line behind several other men for a few minutes, we handed over our and made our way past the muscular bouncer and inside the large, dimly lit building. Instantly, we were greeted by a tall brunette dressed in nothing but a bright pink G-string and clear, platform high-heels.

"Hi, boys. Can I interest you in a $3 pitcher of your choice of beer? Or two for $5?" She twirled her long, wavy locks between her two fingers and bit on her lower lip, giving us all she had in the hopes that we would take either offer.

I shook my head along with Jimmy, but Merle of course was unable to resist. "I'll take a pitcher of Bud Light, darlin'. Where we sittin', fellas?" He turned and asked as the brunette disappeared behind the bar.

I pointed to three chairs sitting directly in front of the main stage and we took a seat as the brunette reappeared with Merle's pitcher. I heard her ask him another question, but I was too focused on her appearance to have any idea what exactly she said. Her height mixed with her high heels brought her chest to eye-level, and it was next to impossible to look elsewhere. She must'a noticed, 'cause next thing I knew she had her hand on my inner thigh.

"Like what you see?" She leaned in to me and smiled seductively.

I swallowed and tilted my head up before Jimmy interrupted, "how much for a dance?"

"10 minutes for $100, 30 for $200, or an hour for a grand."

"One at a time or could you do all of us?"

She straightened her back and leaned into Jimmy. His eyes immediately fell to her large breasts but she couldn't have cared less and continued on with her conversation.

"I can do all three of you at the same time if that's what you want."

"Fuck yeah, baby girl. What do you say, fellas? Ten minutes?" Merle chimed in after already drinking half of his pitcher. That motherfucker's liver s'gonna shut down by tomorrow mornin'.

"I'mma sit this one out." I scratched my head, prepared for the word vomit that was about to spew out of my brother's mouth.

"You're fuckin' jokin'. Get yer ass up. "

"Nah. Go ahead. I'mma go grab me a beer and stay right here."

Merle narrowed his hazel eyes at me as if I had just come out of the closet and confessed my love for Clay Aiken. "You don't even make no damn sense to me, boy." And with that, Amazon Stripper grabbed ahold of their hands and led them to a private room. Ain't my fault that I had a bad experience with a lap dance a couple a months ago when some drunk bitch threw up all over my clothes. I ain't doin' that shit again for a while.

As soon as they were out of sight, I took a few minutes to study my surroundings. It was quite loud in the building, as usual, as some new shitty rap artist blared through the speakers, sending vibrations throughout my chair as well as my feet on the floor.

I glanced over to my right where I saw a young group of friends in their early twenties, clearly celebrating a twenty-first birthday by blowing their hard earned money and drinking themselves retarded. One of them even gave me a thumbs up and I couldn't help but laugh and return the favor.

After a few minutes, I realized that I had yet to get a drink and made my way over to the bar. Being sober at a strip club is the equivalent of going to a Yankees game and not orderin' a hot dog; it's fuckin' un-American. The two go hand-in-hand.

A beautiful blonde behind the counter hastily made her way over to me after handing another guy a tall glass of beer. "What can I get for you?" She grinned, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"Yuengling, please." The corners of my lips turned into a polite half-smile as I leaned my elbow on the glass counter-top.

"$2, please."

I handed her $3 before she turned around and leaned down into the cooler. I caught a glimpse of a thong underneath her short, mini skirt and decided to stuff another dollar bill in her TIPS container.

Randomly, I thought about Molly and wondered if she were sippin' on her very own Yuengling 20 miles away. An image of her lifting up her dress from the other night flashed through my mind like a quick volt of electricity, and I briefly thought about callin' a cab and takin' my ass back home to join her.

"Thanks." The blonde grinned, handing me my cold beverage.

Not a minute later, as I was making my way back to my seat, a man's voice came over a loud-speaker to introduce the first main-dancer of the night. Perfect timing. I thought, plopping down in my less-than comfortable chair. Immediately behind me was the group of young kids, trying to find enough chairs to seat themselves as well.

All of the lights in the room began to dim even more than they already were into a deep shade of red, and on the main stage, a seductive cloud of smoke began to rise. No doubt a ploy to get your motors runnin', if you know what I mean.

The familiar and generic tune of "Porn Star Dancing" began to lurch through the speakers, and the men next to me went wild with an excited applause. Fuckin' amateurs. Ain't no girl even out here yet.

Little Red, was the name called out as a pair of legs in six inch red stilettos slowly appeared on the stage in front of me. Her face was covered by a red, velvety hood while the rest of her was dressed in tight, red pants with a red lacy bra. She had tattoos on her arms, but the smoke made it hard to make out exactly what they were. Not that I really gave a rat's ass anyway, let's be honest.

She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go

She tightly gripped the pole and twirled her entire body around, finishing with a split on the floor. A dozen or so dollar bills flew onto the stage as she stood to her feet and slowly began to unbutton her skin-tight pants. I pulled an Abraham Lincoln out, myself, to be better prepared, especially because the smoke was beginning to diminish.

She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'

Immediately, I found myself focused on her toned, tanned legs as she slid the jeans off completely and kicked them to the side of the glowing stage. And then suddenly, I recognized the tattoo wrapped around her thigh.

Holy. Shit.

Molly.

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