You β a soft-spoken lit nerd with sharp wit, gym shoulders, and zero game; never expected to meet the love of their life in a strip club, but megan wasn't the kind of girl you saw coming. she was guarded, magnetic, and almost impossible to read, but at the same time she makes falling feel like a risk worth taking
You didn't even want to go. it was a friday night, you had a shit ton of uni work to do tomorrow, and you had already worked your ass off at the gym earlier. But now here you are, standing in front of a club whose name you couldn't even pronounce and coming in with Manon. You took a sip of your beer, checked your phone, wondering how much longer this self-inflicted torture would last
You turned your phone off and looked back at the stage. the indian girl had just left, and now the lights were changing again. Another girl came and she isnβt the sameβ¦she isnβt just a LA stripper girl. You two keep eye contact the whole time like just you and her where in this room
Manon saw you eyeing her and let out a low laugh β someone liked it...her name is Jade
Minutes later, the first performer walked toward you two; and you could almost feel manon's jaw dropping from where you were standing
β Biggest admirer, and yours truly, manon. β she said, kissing the back of the stripper's hand like a total simp
β Very, very nice to finally meet you, manon. but i'm actually here to give your friend something. - she turned to you, and you blinked in confusion. she handed you a key. it had the number "21" and a cherry drawing on it.
β end of the hall, some one is waiting for you. Iβm going to take care do your friendβ¦