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CPOV

Why the hell did I just ask her out on a date? Dates don't allow you to fuck people out of your system. They create false hope. That is the last thing I want for her. She doesn't deserve that for god's sake. How can I get myself out of this now?

"A date sounds lovely Christian."

Crap. I look up at her beautiful blue orbs. She looks so timid and shy at the prospective of a date that it makes me feel even shittier than before. I can't turn her down now. I would never be able to fuck which is what I keep telling myself I'm here for...I think.

"When does your shift end? We can do something tonight." I say nonchalantly while gazing at her. This way I can get the best of both worlds. We'll go on this date and we'll fuck with no false hopes. I'm not good for anything else anyway.

"I get off work at three, Christian. I'm not sure if there's any good restaurants open at that time." She spits back at me with menace in her eyes. Fuck.

"I understand that I work at a stripper bar, but I'd like to be very clear when I say that I am not available for the services you require. Anything else I could get you, sir?" She glares back at me. I guess we are no longer on first name basis. Okay, I deserved that.

"I'm sorry Anastasia. I was not implying that you're a hooker. It was inappropriate of me."

"It's fine." She mumbles as she hands me my drink. "You're not the first guy and you won't be the last to have made that call."

Dammit, she shouldn't have to deal with this kind of bullshit from yet another guy. I'll let the poor girl get on with her work. If I only want to fuck her, then I really am like every other asshole who wants in her panties for the night. I won't be adding to the population.

"Okay. Thanks for the drink." I down the scotch in one go. "Sorry I was a dick."

I pay for my drink and get the hell out of there. That was useless. I shouldn't have gone to see her and I knew it. I look around the parking of the bar in search for my car. It is a chilly Seattle night. I look at the sky and take a deep breath, trying to find order in my thoughts. I find my car and sit inside ready to drive home. The only thing that could sort out some of these confused feelings is to play the piano for a few hours, or get lost in work. However, I stay in the parking lot for another thirty minutes. For what? I have no fucking clue. All I know is that I don't want to physically distance myself from Anastasia right now. I don't know why on earth I would ever come to this bar again and this could be the last time I see her.

I squint at my watch to check the time. 2:30 a.m. I have to go home. Yet, I just stare at that back door, and watch as one by one, the customers leave. Some of them are on their own, others with a girl behind them. Every thirty minutes or so, some of the girls who work there have stepped out for a quick smoke, and that became my new excuse to stay. What if Anastasia came out for a break? What if someone saw her out and did something to her? I'm driving myself insane and acting like a complete creep. If anyone saw me right now, that's exactly what they would think. But I can't leave. Just for tonight, I'll be stupid and sit in my car and watch over Anastasia until she goes home.

Something about tonight makes me feel like I need to. Something about tonight is making me feel weak.

I hate it.