Love,V

one

later that night

Dan had enough of the, it was exciting and he was happy but a night like this couldn't end without drinks.

'Hey!' He shouts to one of the strippers, 'get four!'

He loved his new hotel, today being the grand opening of his second casino in town, everything was just in place, he thought.

'Get over here man! What you thinking 'bout?' One of his friends, Paul, yells at him catching him off guard. Paul himself was drunk, which made him very loud at the moment, unlike his sober self.

Dan shakes his head and leaves the table, handing his cards and chip coins to Suzy, Paul's girlfriend for the night. 'I'll get some drinks.'

'Don't touch me!' a lady's voice roars in the middle of the crowd. Dan turns and sees the stripper with a tray in hand, his drinks. The guy behind her smiles menacingly at her and grabs her ass again.

'I said get the fuck off me!' she yells again and hits him with a bottle, not too hard, but hard to make him keep his hands to himself. He grimaces in pain, holding his bald head cussing hard. Dan sees all this and keeps to himself.

The stripper approaches Dan with her tray, her face with a mixture of emotions, anger and annoyance, sadness and regret. 'Your drinks sir.' She places the bottles on the table Dan watching her every move. The wig looked ridiculous on her, her hands swift yet gentle on the glasses as she poured him the brandy. He couldn't see her eyes, not that he wanted to, he just had  thing for eye contact.

'Are you ok?' Dan asks her before she leaves. He could now see her physique clearly. She had tiny clothes on her which outlined her curves and long legs. She was something, Dan thought.

The girl turns and sadly smiles at Dan.'I'm just doing my job.' she leaves.