This choice: Rose, now Rick winks to you from the queue outside the club. • Go Back...Chapter #5Rose, now Rick winks to you from the queue outs... by: Mr. George   A figure in the queue outside the bar, is already waiting in line to enter. The bouncer standing ready lets them in slowly, with only a glance towards any ID they might have. Your path is firmly blocked, as a stripper, he's made it abundantly clear you enter in the back door.''
The figure smirks, as he steps forward as the line advances. There's something familiar in his features, but it's the predatory grin, and the twinkle in his eyes that make it all fall into place. It looks like Rose's brother, but you know that behind those eyes, it's the same woman who cursed you into this over-stuffed body.
He's come to add to your humiliation.
Your phone chirps two, in quick succession.
"I hope you're nearby! You're on in five minutes, or you're fired!"
The sender tagged merely as 'The Bastard', you guess your boss. The other notification coming sliding away from the top of the screen, is your automatic Wi-Fi connection.
It connects without pause, as if The Corral is your second home.
Already feeling defeated, and deflated, you slink into the alley. You don't need unemployment adding to your already shitty day. You shudder to think what prospects you'd face with this body, and no proof of any education.
Approaching the side door, it glows like a portal in the darkness of the alley, but in your soul it feels like the entrance to hell. Lucy moves aside allowing you to enter. Her lips quirking into a faint smile, almost sisterly.
Cruelly, your memory reminds you of the blow-jobs you received as Shane, those lips bringing greater pleasure than you thought possible. They also led to the infidelity Rose caught, as you continued with Vanessa. Behind the scenes, the strip club is just grimy and depressing. The glamour, glitz... and tits, saved for the customers, and shown with a plastic smile plastered on your face.
Lucy's half-hearted smile a relief from the leering approval you faced on the walk over, and you want to hug her... but her manner suggests that's not happening.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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