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Chapter #6

As the day passes, events become clearer... You...

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Coffee…Check

Aspirin…Check

You had the things you needed to nurse this hell of a hangover. What a night…

As the day progressed your memories of the night became more clear.

You had gotten really attracted to one dancer at the strip club….what was her name…Devi?…Dani?…Desi? Something like that….Destiny! That was it.

She had long black hair, many tattoos and piercings. Her body was something out of movie though. Large firm tits, large round bubble but. She wore only a black bikini and high heels that night and damn did she work that pole…

Maybe a little too well in hindsight. It was obvious she had taken an interest in you that night. You obviously had money and were being over generous with the tips.

Not too long after you two agreed two a private room. She proceeded and gave you one of the wildest private dances. You remember you were so hard you barely could contain yourself. Until you couldn’t…

Whether it was her, the alcohol…or the signals she was given off, you had gotten a bit too…hands on…

At first she seemed to not mind but when you had begun to slide down those bottoms she slapped you hard across the face. You first thought it was playful but when you tried again the slap was hard…very hard.

Your anger than spiked as you rose and pushed her against a wall. You easily towered over her. You were 6’2 185lbs. She was maybe 5’4 and a 105lbs at best.

At first you tried to be nice and tease and see maybe she just liked it rough but when she refused to consent you refused to accept it.

That’s when she used her knee and hit you hard right in the balls…it collapsed you and caused you to throw up. In your anger you rose and slapped her hard across the face bringing her to her knees.

You screamed and cursed at her. Called her all sorts of names. Every sort of curse imaginable. Just to make your point you took your tip money for her, tossed it out the window and watched it blow away in the wind. You said it meant nothing to you. That you made in a month what she made in a year.

Before you left Destiny stood up. She began chatting at you in some strange foreign language. It was unlike anything you had ever heard. You remember her eyes turned pure black as she chanted…her skin turned ghostly white. Black veins crept and pulsed around face and body as she looked like monster…The lights of the room flickered and darkened as finished her chant.

You felt a strange gust of wind pick up as it seemed to pass through you. The lights of the room came back, her body returned to normal. Everything was back just like it was before.

The fear had passed as Destiny just smiled wickedly at you. All she said was that you would see her again very soon…

You cursed her one last time and left. You drowned your anger in more alcohol that night which led you to here.

Now the following day you were filled with both a hangover and anger. Anger at yourself, how could act like such an asshole? You were better than this right? You were angry at the situation, should you go back? Apologize? Ask for forgiveness? Pay them for the damages?

Your pride wouldn’t let you however. It kept telling you to just forget them. She was just some stupid stripper. You were worth so more.
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