Girls Girls get that cash Characters:Wicked, Nick, OTA? Setting:Strip club in Queens on Broadway Content:Violence,swearing Summary:#NYCProblems
“Authorities urge New Yorkers to be cautious of rift activity in Queens. If you are in areas with open wormholes evacuate immedi-“
Wicked turned the TV off.
Yes these were dangerous times but it was one in the afternoon and no activity on Broadway. Wicked still had to schlep her way to Queens to serve drinks to the lunch crowd at Thigh High Cabaret. The Cabaret, as her boss pointed out, classed up the joint. Wicked divided the lunch crowd into two people Bobs and Chads. Bob had a job he hated, a marriage he hated and basically a life he never wanted. He was there in the middle of the day to figure out if he even remembered how to be aroused. Chads were what Bobs use to be. Chad worked on wall street or advertising. He had big plans and lots of money and he was there on his lunch break with his pals who were also Chads. And they were all charging drinks and dances on the company card. Chad wasn’t really “in” to the whole “strip club thing” but he was at Thigh High because it had more of a classy Burlesque feel. Just because the girls wore vintage styled underwear and pasties didn’t mean this was Burlesque, she thought. But it was nice that her boss’ rebranding was working on Chad.
“You’re actually who I come in here for.” Chad leaned in as if he was divulging a secret. “You’re not like these other women I meet. You’re real yknow? You have this whole darkness about you that we’re all too ashamed to show. I’m into it. I mean I actually love The Cure. I find them darkly romantic.”
Courtney was announced over the speaker and the music started playing. The poor thing must’ve ran out of good contacts because she came out like a baby deer smashing into her own props. Wicked watched trying to ignore Chad’s scotch soaked flirtations as the girl got her pole routine off to a clumsy start.
“I want to find out what makes you tick. How’s about a dance just you and me.” He slid a fifty across the bar at and flashed a smile.
Oh wow. Someone finally wanted to understand her. This was what she was waiting for her entire life. She wasn’t sure what to do first take the fifty or jump over the bar and into his arms so he could carry her out Richard Gere style to a bright future. He’d take her away from all this, all the way to the back room. But instead she picked up the fifty and slit it down her tee shirt, biting her lip playfully. She leaned in just out of reach of his lips and suddenly he was falling backwards off the chair. It was as if a hand from underneath the bar tipped his stool. Too embarrassed to continue the transaction he walked back her his friends who had hooked him up with a lap dance with slutty Ginger.
One day her prince would come and he'd have more than a fifty.