Thread: A Little Brandi

Walking outside was like the inside, depressing. Strip Clubs, Titty Bars, same name for the same product. Sex. It sells, it made the internet but places like this still did business. Inside was dim, a smell of ancient lust that was somewhere between stale beer and bad body odor. Outside was dim, deserted, berefit of any social mores or cares. The overall scent and feeling of desperation was here. He could feel it, sense it and no matter what, when he went home tonight he would have to shower it all off. Nothing clung like desperation and as he walked by the men at the door it wafted off them like the cigarette smoke they exhaled. Around the building by the garbage bins he would find her. His car nearby, prepared, the chain link fence at the other end of the property that looked over abandoned railroad tracks and broken warehouses. There was little of interest here, except her. Only by a whim had he come here. Unsure why, boredom perhaps but in he went, and there he saw her. It was early and there were few customers. When he had finally mustered the courage to sit by the stage she was off and onto her waitress shift. Sitting on the side of the room ordering overpriced beer and flat soda she just gave him a disdainful look. The other dancers came by offering dances, and after the third refusal he was told to leave. Coming back he had accepted one just to stay near her, tipping her and chatting as he tried to order something more expensive, which sadly in this location, was not much. Over the past few weeks he had built up some rapport with her, not much but enough to know that she would be perfect. As he leaned on his car he heard the door open and saw her come out, immediately lighting a cigarette with a cheap, plastic lighter. Dressed in the short skirt and low,v-neck shirt of the waitresses of the bar she came out and stood by the garbage exhaling cigarette smoke muttering to herself. The high heels made her legs longer, rounder maybe. The slender curves of her calves made his cock itch. Dimples showed around her knees as she walked back and forth by the door, heels clicking on the weed-choked pavement. Walking up to her slowly smiled, she saw him and her eye brows raised and she rolled her eyes. I don't do tricks between shows, she said flatly. Raising his arms as if in understanding, no need. I didn't come for that sort of thing. It's just hard to catch your attention on stage and when you work the tables. One thing he had learned for his time sitting in these sorts of places was how to sound disarming, and speak their language. She grimaced as she sucked hard on the cigarette, the ember quickly burning down, put a 20 on the stage and I'll give you all the attention you want. Ending with a fake smile and wink. I could get that sort of attention from anyone that way, he spoke flatly and took out his silver cigarette care, taking out one slim cigarette as he closed it with a click. Tapping it on the case, put it to his mouth and lit the cigarette, her eyes followed the case and looking at her own cigarette quickly finished it. I've seen you before haven't I? She asked seductively, her demeanor changing now that she wanted something from him. Every few nights the pask couple weeks, he answered as he took out the pocket lighter and the big flame illuminated the area around them as he drew the sweet, scented smoke in. I left you that 50 tip the other night, I much prefer your table service though I am a big fan of your stage act. Watching her eyes, he held up the case, would you like one? Please, she answered as she closed the distance between them, a recognition of him coming to her eyes. Oh, yes the 50. John, wasn't it? As he took the cigarette out and handed it to her, lighting it, as she closed her hand around his. The touch was electric and he felt the excitement come over him as she drew the smoke in, the drugs would take effect about the time she was halfway through, he thought quickly though, what name had he used? Did it matter? Would she have really remembered? No, he decided as her way of saying the name meant she did not remember either. James actually, he said apologetically, most names are the same. You are working after this? Yes, she closed the distance a little more, she hurridly drew the smoke in, for another 50 I'll give you some more great table service. She winked. Then looking at the cigarette held it up to her eye, I don't know this brand, it's sweet. Just like you, he complimented her then chuckled, it's an import I get from a friend overseas. Of course, he meant the drug within, not the cigarette but she did not know that. You have quite the sugar tongue there, she said beginning to slur her words. The drug would make her feel drunk first then pass out for a few hours. Enough time for him. I bet you say that to all the girls. Only the special ones, he said putting an arm around her slim waist, she just giggled, he giggled back. They giggled more then she slumped back. You are definitely one of the most special, Brandi. Smiling, and humming, he picked her up and brought her to his car. Dark covered the parking lot and no one was on that side of the building, just as he expected and planned. Sitting her up in the passenger's seat buckled her in, touching her leg and breathing out safety first. Settling in the car he started it up and drove out to the roadway, looking around at the warehouse and the parking lot, no one nearby. Smiling he looked over at her, sleeping and stretched out in the seat. Placing a hand on her leg stroked her thigh, ah my sweet Brandi. You are going to be special alright.