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The sun begins to set on a Friday night as the city around the strip clubs begin to come alive as the streets start filling with the bustle of men and woman of all kinds as they begin to filter in and out of the various clubs and shops. The nightlife of this part of town becomes alive with growing crowds of people. A young woman walks down the sidewalk; she has her hands tucked into the front pockets of her tight jeans. She seems slightly out of placed with being so young looking but also because of being dressed in a black tank top, jeans and white Nike shoes. As the people pass her wearing loud skimpy and some sleazy looking cloths, she weaves in and out of the crowds avoiding all physical contact with the people. Several men whistle as she passes them and she does not look at them but her cheeks become slightly flushed as she keeps walking on her way. She halfway glances at the different clubs, stores but never makes eye contact with anybody in general, never stopping for a moment she finally comes to one very classy looking club. The name above the doors reads Wild Fantasy the huge linebacker looking bodyguard outside the club steps aside and grabs the door opening it for her when she steps towards the door. He speaks to the young woman in a thick German accent grinning at her somewhat. "Good evening Donna" She just smiles gently nodding her head at him, then slipping into the club avoiding contact even with the bodyguard. As the door shuts a gold plague on the door can be seen briefly and it reads ~MEMBERS ONLY~ The guard stands in the center of the double doors with his arms crossed. The music inside the club plays loudly as several young ladies up on the three dance stages dance nude. Donna walks over to the bar and pulls her right hand out of her pocket making a fist as she places her hand on the bar and knocks loudly getting the young dark haired bartenders attention. The man looks up from wiping the bar down with a wet towel; he nods then smiles as he walks over and says to her. "I thought you had the night off Donna"

She playfully rolls her pale blue colored eyes at him as she speaks for the first time since she arrived to the club. "I wish James. I got called at the last minute to work" James nodded and reached below the bar grabbing her apron and order pad. He started to lay the apron and pad near her right hand and she yanked her hand away quickly placing it back into her pocket until he moved his hand away. Laying the things on the counter he moves his hand away, smiling slightly at her. "Donna can I ask you something" She nods as she grabs the apron and pad with her right hand. "What is it James" "Donna you've been working here over 3 years now and yet you still don't allow anybody to touch you at all" She slightly smiles as she turns to walk off never looking back at him as she says. "James you're a sweetheart but that is none of your business" She now heads across the club glancing at the few occupied tables at the men in flashy business suits with various dancers sitting at the tables flirting with the men to get big tips from them, some giving the men lap dances and a few sneaking caresses of the men's crotches as they give the lap dances. James meanwhile shakes his head at Donna's answer since he has been asking her the same question for almost a year now and she always gives him the same exact answer. As she continues to walk across the club, she not so noticeably shudders at watching the members and the dancers acting loud and most of all sleazy. She gets a creepy feeling like being watched. She slowly looks around the room and in one very dark corner of the room she can see sitting a dark shadowy figure, the faint glow from the cherry on his cig. giving him an eerie look showing only his gray eyes. She cringes at the sight of this man as he gives her the creeps. she hurries to the dressing room to get out of his gaze as for weeks he sits in the same corner watching her, never ordering any drinks. None of the waitress or dancers even dares to venture near that table. She pushes open the dressing room door letting it close behind her. Leaning against the door as she sighs a breath of relief to be away from the weird guy. Walking over to the dressing table, she tosses the apron and pad on the table. She reaches in her pocket pulling out a rubber band she pulls her shoulder length blonde hair she pulls it into a ponytail placing the rubber band in her hair. Her bangs fall on either side of her face now as she looks in the mirror and mutters to herself.

"I'm not looking forward to this crap tonight" She grabs the apron tying it around her waist, placing the pad in one of the apron pockets. She turns and bustles out the door. Quietly walking around the room she watches everybody trying to ignore the weird guy in the corner watching her, making her uneasy as she can feel his eyes following her. As she glances towards the stages, she squints her eyes from the glare of the backlights that light up the dance stages. One guy sitting by himself in a sleazy looking business suit hollers to get her attention. Letting out a heavy sigh she walks over and speaks to the man. "What can I get for you Sir" He grins wickedly at her, and the overwhelming smell of liquor pours off his breath when he speaks. "How about I have you baby doll" She narrows her eyes at him and he starts to reach for her and she steps back out of his reach muttering under her breath. "Excuse me but I'm not a dancer so please keep your hands off me" "Well you won't get a tip acting like a prude. Just give me a whiskey baby doll and you on the side later" She rolls her eyes at him and thinks of dumping the drink on him. she starts to walk past him and he reaches up, grabs her butt, and tries to wrap his other hand around her waist to pull her into his lap. She quickly grabs him by his crotch and digs her long black nail polished colored nails into his crotch squeezing quite hard. She smirks at him in a polite voice. "I'm not your Baby Doll and again I will say, I'm not a Dancer, so just because I work here doesn't give you the right to put your drunken grubby, tickle dick hands on my butt or even touch me anywhere's else. So remove your hand from my butt and keep your damn hands off me otherwise I will rip this pencil you call a dick between your legs off"

Her grip gets intense and the man whines and whimpers begging her to let him go. One of the bouncer hollers out. "Come on Donna let him go" She gives one good yank before letting him go and storms towards the bar. The bouncer walks over and smirks at the guy. "Dude I know your a new member but here's your official warning. Nobody touches Donna in any way. You understand me. Also she may be small and all but that young lady means business and if she says she'll rip your dick off you better believe she'll do it." He then walks off chuckling at how the man can only groan and practically cry holding his crotch he just nods to the bouncer. Two dancers come over and start kissing his cheeks and caressing his cheek trying to get his mind off what Donna had done to him. The whole time this was going on you can hear an eerie chuckling coming from the stranger in the corner. Donna reaches the bar yanking off her apron and throws it and the order pad on the bar at James. He sighs seeing the anger in her eyes and says. "You okay Donna" She slightly snaps. "Yeah I'm just peachy James. I do not need this b.s. I'm going home" James sighs again. "Donna you still got over 6 hrs left in your shift, you know where short tonight and you know you can't leave" She smiles slightly. "Watch me James, Tell Richard to fire me if he's got a problem with me walking out when some sleaze bag can't keep his damn hands to himself"

She turns not giving him the chance to answer her, and storms out the door. The guard gives her a concerned look as she passes him but he says nothing to her. He halfway watches her as she darts down the street towards her apartment. After a few moments, she starts running down the sidewalk darting around people to keep them from touching her. She runs the two blocks to the building she lives in. yanking open the door she scurries in and runs up the 3 flights of stairs to her door. pulling her key from her pocket, she unlocks the door pushing it open. then slamming the door she leans against the door only after she locks the six dead bolts and the one chain lock for the door. She stands there breathing hard from all the running. She then kicks off her shoes and walks across her small barely furnished one bedroom apartment. As she goes across the apartment she starts stripping off her tank top and then out of her jeans just dropping them in the middle of the floor. She grabs her night shorts and matching shirt off the edge of her bed slipping them on. She then yanks off her socks and throws them across the room just before flopping on the bed grabbing the head phones placing them over her ears after yanking the rubber band out of her hair tossing it on the floor. she turns on the cd player. Closing her eyes as the German music begins blasting through the headphones drowning out the noises of the city outside. After halfway through the 15 track cd she drifts off to sleep finally able to calm down from losing her cool.