When the Magic Ends
Author's Note: Hello fellow readers of fan fiction! I'm extremely sorry for the delay in updating this story. I've been super busy with college and my internship and I had no time at all to sit down with this story! But I'm on holiday now for a few days and i have some free time, so I thought I'd update the story! But before that, I have a few things to say.
Firstly, I have rated this fanfic 'M' for the stripper theme and the swearing. I do not intend to write a sex scene because this is my first fanfic and I am not really comfortable with lemon scenes as yet. So making that clear, I hope with experience I'll be able to overcome my inhibitions and write a wider variety of scenes.
Second, I received some reviews and I am very happy and thankful to all those who sent them in. :) Your support and encouragement means a lot to me and draws me back to this story. Please keep reviewing and sending me PMs.
Third, I'm a bit old - school (being an Indian from a traditional family and stuff), so please don't mind if this story ends up being a little conventional at the end. I intend the heroine to be a conventional girl too (she's bolder than me, though, I'm not allowed to drink or go to wild parties), so she influences Dallas's decisions and life choices and makes him think twice about his past and whether he really DID do the right thing in entering the adult industry. So on that note, I present you the sixth chapter of Dallas in Miami, aptly titled, 'When the Magic Ends'.
I made my way back to the Xquisite Club about a half hour after midnight. It was noisy inside and I wondered if I could slip in unnoticed. I hoped the boys were all busy dancing or getting ready, so my lateness wouldn't be noticed or questioned. No such luck. Richie and Mark were waiting for me at the door to my office. Well, you can't really call it an office. It's more of an enhanced dressing room with a full length mirror, a desk, a stainless steel rack of my various stripper outfits. There were a few posters on the walls of me in my various outfits, lookin' cool and hot at the same time. "Hey boss." said Mark sarcastically in that deep, slightly threatening tone he uses when he's pissed off. He crossed his arms over his muscular chest. His bare biceps bulged menacingly. He was wearing nothing but low slung black trousers, white cuffs, and a white collar with a black bow tie. His blonde hair was slicked back with gel and his bare chest and abs were smeared with bronzer. Richie was dressed identically. They had clearly jus' gotten ready for a show. "Where were you?" asked Richie, doin' away with the sarcastic guilt tripping routine Mark clearly wanted to follow. "I was out." I said, trying to get past them into my office. They blocked me. "Out where? With whom?" asked Richie, his face turning red in anger. I got pissed. How could he talk to me like HE was the boss? I was HIS fuckin' boss. So I decided to return the favour an' piss him off too. "I was on a date," I drawled. Richie looked ready to explode and Mark looked incredulous. "You were on a DATE?! You just left us here to manage the club and then Mike walks in with his slut and tries to stage a fucking RESCUE OPERATION and take Adam away from here! He thinks Adam is going to get nowhere in life if he makes a career of stripping and now that bloody Magic Mike has become a bloody furniture store owner and makes his own money he thinks he can just walk in and take the Kid away from us! Mike was one of our best dudes, if you remember. Then you looked away for a second and he was gone! Do you want the same the happen to the Kid? There are some of us who actually NEED this place for a living! You can't let your best boys slip away! That's where Mike lost his magic." I closed my eyes and sighed. I don't know about Mike, but the day I had spent with Laila had sure been leached of its magic.