By Craig Bacardi
| NICK |
On the Monday following my second chat with Carolyn, I went online as soon as I got to work and left the instant messaging program running in the background so that I would not miss her if she came online. Not long after noon, she showed up.
Carolyn gave me the address and directions to the place and she instructed me to be there at 7pm and ask to see her.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn arrived at Soused Strippers an hour early. She stepped off the bus and walked to the front door. "Hi Tony!" She smiled up at the man blocking the hallway leading to the girls' dressing room.
"Carolyn!" He grinned back. "How ya doin'?"
"Good, thanks!" She paused. "What about you?"
"Same ol' same ol'. Got a client coming in?" Tony leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. He was the guy who threw out, literally, any unruly customers and those who got a bit too friendly with the girls.
"A friend, actually."
"A friend?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "That's a new one. Does the boss know?"
"Not yet." She started down the hallway. "See you later!"
"Happy drinkin'!"
Carolyn made her way into the dressing room. It was still early and none of the other girls were there, as she had hoped. She wanted her date with Nick to be under way when by the time anyone else, especially Summer, showed up. That way they would not be disturbed. She was reasonably sure George, the owner, would not mind her getting drunk for free for a friend, especially since he let all the girls keep everything they earned anyways. Carolyn knew he would watch the show from his room upstairs with all the monitors showing the feeds from every girl's room, as well as the bar. She has been in there, when George offered her a room on the premises. She refused, wanting to be able to separate herself from all the boozing that went on at Soused Strippers on a daily basis. She didn't want to end up like some of the other girls, getting drunk every single day and becoming hopelessly addicted to alcohol. She wanted drinking to be something she indulged in because she enjoyed it, not because she needed it.
Carolyn walked to her stool, placed her small backpack onto the counter and sat down in front of the mirror. After spending a few seconds gazing at her reflection, she decided to busy herself and start getting ready. After she finished dressing and putting on her makeup and she had nothing else she could think of doing and she realized how nervous she was. She had seen pictures of Nick and Nick had seen her twice already, but meeting in person was different and it was impossible to tell how it would work out. She glanced at the clock and realized Nick would arrive soon. She made her way to her entertainment room to wait for him.
| NICK |
The parking lot of Soused Strippers was almost completely deserted, so I had no trouble at all finding a spot. I wondered if it was because it was early on a Monday evening or because there weren't a lot of men who were willing to pay to see girls getting trashed. I got out of my car and walked to the entrance, wondering what I was getting into.
I stepped inside and looked around. To the right was what looked like a regular bar. It looked mostly empty, with only a few customers sitting at one of the tables. The male bartender was having a hushed conversation with a girl wearing a thong bikini who was seated at the bar, nursing a drink. To the left, there was a hallway with a long line of doors on one side. In front of me, slightly to the side to allow people who were visitors to the bar to walk right by it, was a receptionist counter and behind the counter was another hallway running parallel to the first one. This one, however, seemed to be off-limits.
If the `Employees Only' sign wasn't enough of a deterrent, the guy standing against the wall at its entrance certainly looked convincing enough. It didn't take a lot of thinking to figure out he was a bouncer. I walked up to the counter and the girl behind it smiled up at me. She was wearing a name tag with the name `Yvette' written on it.
"Hi!" I said. "I'm here to see Carolyn."
"One moment please!" She typed something into her computer and then, after a short delay, she stood up. "You must be Nick." She paused expectantly, so I nodded to confirm. She smiled again and continued. "She is expecting you. Follow me please!" She walked out from behind the counter and led me into the hallway on the left. We walked past several doors until we arrived at one marked `Carolyn,' where she stopped. First, she knocked on the door, then she swiped a key card she wore on a chain around her neck through the lock mechanism. The light above the lock turned green and she stepped back.
"You may go in now," she said with a smile. "Have fun!" With that she turned around and walked back towards the entrance.
I opened the door and stepped through. Carolyn stood in the middle of the room and when she saw me enter, she broke into a huge grin and walked up to me to give me a hug. "I'm so glad you came, Nick!"
"It's nice to finally meet you in person."
She stepped back to allow me to take a look around. The first thing I wanted to take a good look at was her. She wore a red miniskirt, one even shorter than last time, and a pink crop top that was so short I suspected the bottom of her breasts would be exposed if she lifted her arms. Even as she stood with her arms at her side, the material stopped only an inch or so below her boobs. Not that it was hiding much, anyways. It was a made of a very thin material and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and, as I have come to expect
from her, her cleavage was on full display. Her hair was left loose and she was wearing high heels.
"You know," I told her, "You're even more breathtaking in person."
"Thanks!" Carolyn had a sweet smile. She was one of those girls who smile a lot and it definitely made her even more attractive.
"Damn," I laughed. "You're so hot, you're making me nervous."
She laughed too and all of a sudden what little tension there was between us disappeared. I looked around the room. The wall to my left was lined with shelves with rows of bottles of alcohol. Behind it, on the far side, was a rack with various clothing items hung from it. The two other walls were covered with mirrors, except for a door across from me. The only other furniture was a computer desk in the other far corner and a sofa, a chair and a coffee table in the center of the room. On one side of the coffee table opposite from the sofa and the chair was a stripper pole, right in the middle of the room.
"So, what do you think?" Carolyn asked. "Are you ready to see me get very drunk for you in person?"
"Absolutely."
She walked over to the shelves with the alcohol and looked back at me, inviting me to look at the selection, and I went to stand next to her. "Your pick." She gestured at the bottles.
"Anything?" I asked with an evil grin.
She laughed. "Anything you like. There is nothing I can't drink. You know that."
"That's true."
"Would you like a drink?"
"No, thanks! I'm good."
"I have non-alcoholic stuff, too. If you want..." Carolyn nodded towards a small fridge in the corner that I hadn't noticed before. Then she grinned and added: "But I won't drink those."
"Nah." I agreed. I removed a 100 proof bottle of vodka from the shelf and handed it to her. "You seem to like vodka and last time you proved that you can drink strong stuff, so this is a good combination of the two." I explained as she took the bottle from me.
"Oh, I'm being rude." She motioned towards the sofa. "Please have a seat."
I sat down and she sat next to me, busying herself with the bottle. "So how is this going to work?" I asked.
"Well, like I said. You don't have to pay."
"Aren't you going to get into trouble for that?"
She just shrugged. "Maybe a little." Then she put a hand on my knee and she added, "But don't worry about me. I want you to have fun."
"OK." I said. "But I wasn't really asking about the money, anyways. Are there any rules I should know about?"
"Oh!" She removed the cap from the bottle and thought for a moment. "Well, I'm not supposed to get naked. And we can't have sex here."
"I see."
"If we did, then I would get into a lot of trouble... For sure."
"OK, but if you are very drunk how do you make sure that doesn't happen?" I asked. "I mean, haven't other guys tried to take advantage of the fact that you are wasted?"
"Well... Tony takes care of them" When she saw my puzzlement, she added, "He's the big guy near the entrance. You probably saw him when you came in."
"Ahh.. OK. I got it. No sex." We both laughed.
"Besides, I don't get that drunk." She explained. "Not for others."
I nodded.
"You promise not to take advantage of me?"
"Sure."
"I know you're a nice guy. I trust you." She lifted the bottle. "Cheers?"
"Cheers!" I said.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn downed two large mouthfuls of vodka and sighed contentedly. She had worked at Soused Strippers for several months now, but so far she had always been able to take a bus home after work. Sometimes she was so sloshed she had to wait an hour or so to sober up a little bit, but she always managed to get home without help. She had a feeling that might end with her date with Nick.
She had always been a party girl, but she took this job to make money. For Carolyn, this was easy money. She could have worked at a regular strip club, but she wasn't sure if she could dance topless in front of a room full of men without getting seriously wasted first, so this was the perfect fit for her. She preferred these one on one sessions. By just working two nights a week, Carolyn could make enough money to pay for a small apartment, school and everything else. She could have moved in with the rest of the girls and lived rent free, but she wasn't sure that was a good idea. She tried to limit her exposure to this kind of lifestyle, because she knew the risks involved.
That night, one thing was different. It was the first time she was to get drunk and not make any money by doing it. In other words, she was getting drunk for pleasure only, but she ¯gured one time wouldn't hurt. It's not like she was getting drunk every day. There was nothing wrong with letting go occasionally. As she was sitting there, next to Nick, it was these thoughts that occupied her mind.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What do you like about this? About getting me drunk." She did not fully understand why some men liked drunk girls. She could understand the guys who liked drunk girls simply because they were less resistant to sexual advances, and certainly some of her customers turned out to be of that sort, but she knew Nick was one of the guys who genuinely found drunkenness a turn on.
"It's hard to explain." He began. \There is just something very sexual about a drunk girl. The staggering, the loss of control, everything about it. It's the whole combination."
Carolyn nodded. She didn't think she would ever understand it, but she was glad some guys liked drunk girls. It was different. She realized she only had a one drink of vodka so far. She didn't want Nick to get bored with her, so she quickly chugged down half the bottle. She liked to drink like that, quickly downing a lot of alcohol and then bracing herself for the effects. "Let me dance for you! OK?"
Before Nick could reply, Carolyn hopped to her feet and made her way to the stripper pole. "I'll start with this, because I have to be somewhat sober to dance on a pole. I don't want to fall on my head - that wouldn't be very sexy!" She laughed.
"I disagree."
That stopped her. "Are you serious?"
"No, I was just joking." Nick smiled. "Please, go on."
Carolyn smiled coyly. "OK. Let's get drunk first, if that's what you want. Then we'll see if I can dance on this without screwing up."
She actually liked that idea. She was comfortable with her body, but being drunk always made it easier to strip and dance, because then she didn't care so much about whether she was doing everything right or about how she looked. She just felt good and that was it. When she was drunk, all her insecurities went away. Carolyn gulped down about half the remaining vodka, leaving only a little bit in the bottle. She was starting to feel the effects, not just the burning sensation in her stomach, but she was starting to be dizzy already.
"Wow, you drink fast. I've barely been here for ten minutes and you're almost done with the first bottle." Nick told her.
Carolyn liked to hear that she was a good drinker, even though she didn't drink as often as the other girls. She wondered if she could win a drinking contest against one of them. Maybe they were alcoholics, but she could probably drink faster than them. That was a satisfying thought.
| NICK |
"Pick my next drink!" Carolyn told me, drunkenly waving at the liquor shelf.
It seemed like every time I complimented her on her drinking ability, she tried to impress me further with her drinking. I stood up and walked past her to the line of bottles and decided to find something that would slow her down a bit. I didn't want her to pass out half an hour into our meeting and at this rate she was heading towards that exact outcome. I found just the thing I was looking for.
"How about this?" I grinned and handed her the bottle.
She took a quick glance at it. "More vodka?"
"Pepper vodka," I corrected her.
"Oh." She stumbled slightly as she examined the bottle again.
"Finish the first bottle and then show me what you can do with that pole over there."
Carolyn lifted the bottle high to get the last few ounces out of it. As she did so, her top lifted up exposing the bottom of her perfect, natural breasts almost to the nipples. As she tilted her head back to drink, she stumbled backwards against the stripper pole. "Oops."
"Yep, you're drunk," I informed her.
She finished the bottle and put it down on the coffee table. "I feel so good," she said as she walked towards me. "Thanks for coming to see me!"
"Thanks for inviting me." As I said that she stumbled against me and put her arms around my neck in a hug. I could feel her breasts against my chest. I wasn't sure what to do.
"Come on!" She scolded me, slurring her words slightly. "Don't you like me?"
"I do, but I wasn't sure if..."
She wagged her fingers and cut me off. "I said no sex. I didn't say no touching!"
"Oh, OK." I shrugged and then cupped both of her breasts with my hands.
For a moment Carolyn looked totally shocked and then she burst out laughing. "You are so funny." She leaned forward as she was laughing and lost her balance, falling down onto the carpeted floor. She made no attempt to get up, but instead rolled over onto her back and giggled. After she stopped laughing and she let me help her up, she said, "Do you want me to dance on this pole for you? Am I drunk enough now?"
"Yeah," I told her. "You are definitely drunk enough to make this entertaining."
"If you laugh at me, I'll kill you."
"I'll try not to laugh." I grinned. "Good thing that pole is there. You will have something to hold onto."
"Sit!" She instructed me sternly. I took a seat on the nearby chair and waited. She grabbed the pole and started to sway her hips seductively. Even as she was holding the pole, she couldn't stand in one place and I could see she was struggling with her balance. She was paying the price for drinking so fast earlier. I could not comment on her dancing skills, because she was too drunk for me to judge accurately, but she looked like she would have been a pretty good dancer had she been sober. Drunk as she was, she could hardly keep from stumbling, but her dance was sexy precisely because she was not in full control of her movements.
When I couldn't resist anymore, I stood up and stepped next to her. She stopped dancing and when she noticed the open pepper vodka bottle in my hand, she smiled. Instead of taking the bottle she leaned in closer and kissed me. I returned the kiss, initially wondering if the bouncer would storm in and kick my ass, but after a few seconds I decided it was worth the risk. I put my arms around her waist and slowly slid them down towards her round butt. Her lips tasted of vodka and the way she was leaning against me for support I knew she was probably very dizzy. When she pulled away, I gave her the bottle and without hesitation she started to chug its contents. I kept my arms around her waist to make sure she wouldn't fall. As I watched the contents of the bottle drain down her throat, she swayed slightly in my arms. She kept drinking for over a minute and I didn't stop her, fascinated by her ability to drink so much without a pause. She had such a fit body I wondered where all the alcohol went.
When she stopped drinking, the bottle was nearly empty.
| CAROLYN |
Carolyn fought to resist the urge to vomit. Her throat and stomach were on fire, but it felt like she would be able to keep it down after all. She had that uncomfortable feeling of being completely full, but at the same time, she was feeling totally buzzed. It was the happiness one can only get by getting thoroughly smashed. She felt Nick take the bottle from her and place it on the coffee table.
"I'm so dizzy," she muttered.
"That happens when you chug nearly a whole bottle of vodka." Nick replied. "But I have to admit, that was unbelievably fucking sexy."
"Good." Her eyes widened when she noticed the bottle on the coffee table. "Holy shit! Did I really drink all that?"
"Yeah, you did."
"I'm going to be so fucked." Carolyn could feel Nick's hands exploring her body. She liked it and she didn't want him to stop, so she just stood there looking into his eyes. To her dismay, suddenly she had to pee really bad. The washroom was down the hall, next to the dressing room.
"I have to pee," she informed Nick. "Can you wait? I will be back in a few minutes."
"Can you walk by yourself?" Nick seemed reluctant to let go of her.
"Of course. This isn't the first time I got drunk." She headed towards the door in the back of the room and pushed a button next to it. A few seconds later she heard a buzz and she pushed on the door to open it. Carolyn stumbled out into the hallway as the door swung outwards and she made her way towards the washroom as the door shut itself behind her.
A few minutes later, Carolyn stood up from the toilet and putting one hand against the wall to steady herself, she struggled to pull her panties up with her free hand. The effects of the pepper vodka were beginning to creep up on her big time. She felt the floor tilting sideways beneath her and she collapsed onto the ground, bumping her head against the stall door. Staying on the ground, she managed wiggle around until her thong was back in place.
"Oh God," Carolyn breathed as she got up onto her hands and knees. She wondered how she would get back into her room where Nick was waiting for her. She would probably have to crawl, she decided.
"Don't pass out." Carolyn told herself, feeling her mind slipping away and trying desperately to maintain her self-awareness. She grabbed the toilet paper dispenser to try to pull herself to her feet, but when she put her weight on it, it broke off the wall with a loud crash and she fell back onto the floor. It suddenly occurred to her how ridiculous she must look and she burst out laughing.
Carolyn was still giggling when she heard someone enter the washroom. She made another attempt to stand up and this time she was successful. She opened the door of her stall and stumbled out into the open, colliding with the row of sinks against the opposite wall and almost hitting her head against the mirror above them.
"Carolyn!" Someone gasped. Carolyn turned her head in the direction of the voice, feeling the whole room shifting as she did so. She was holding onto the sink with both hands to keep herself erect and trying to focus her eyes. When the blurred figure came closer, Carolyn realized it was Yvette. "Holy shit," Yvette laughed. "I've never seen you so drunk!"
"Hellmee g'b'kk tooo..." Carolyn started to say, but it only made Yvette laugh harder. For an instant she was too stunned by what came out of her mouth to do anything. She was surprised by the fact that she was having such difficulty forming words. She decided to try again, more slowly. "Help. Me." Carolyn paused, swaying. Then she raised a finger to emphasize the next few words, but she almost fell backwards, so she thought better of it and held on to the sink with both hands before continuing. "To my rum," she slurred and stifled a small burp.
"You want to go back to your room?" Yvette, now with a slightly concerned look on her face, approached Carolyn and put an arm around her waist, steering her towards the door. At that point, Carolyn lost track of what was happening...
...
Carolyn moaned. She was back in her room on top of Nick, who was sitting on the chair. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she noticed that she was topless and Nick was gently sucking on one of her nipples. He was still fully dressed, although his shirt looked like someone had tried to remove it. She grabbed his head and pulled it back, away from her tits, and then kissed him passionately on the lips. She attempted to stand up, but her legs weren't cooperating and she felt really heavy, so she just pressed herself closer to Nick. She wanted him and she wanted him to want her. Everything was spinning around her and slowly fading...
...
The next instant Carolyn found herself lying on her stomach on a bed. Someone was pressing a stinky wastebasket close to her face. It had vomit in it.
"Puke into that!" The voice was Summer's.
Carolyn felt awful, like her head was about to explode. She had a horrible taste in her mouth and she was still a little drunk. Not good drunk, but bad drunk. She felt Summer's hand gently pull her hair back from her face.
"You're so dumb, Carolyn," she said gently, like a big sister would, even though she was younger than her. She wondered what time it was and why Summer wasn't drunk. And why was she calling her dumb? Then she puked into the wastebasket.
| NICK |
It had been about ten minutes since Carolyn had gone to the washroom when I heard a noise just outside the door she had left through. I stood up just as the door opened and Carolyn stumbled through. She was in much worse shape than she had been when she left. It was evident that the pepper vodka had done its job. She went straight for the bottle on the coffee table, but I stopped her.
"Whoa! Aren't you going to finish your dance?"
She grabbed my shoulder to steady herself and looked up at me. "Neek, you're duh bess!" she slurred. Her eyes were completely glazed over. She looked so vulnerable, being so
drunk. "Wanna fukk me?" She asked and busied herself trying to unbutton my shirt. After a few seconds of fumbling with the buttons, she gave up and tried to rip it o®, but she only managed to send one of the buttons flying across the room before loosing her grasp and nearly falling backwards.
"I do, but we can't have sex here. Remember?"
She seemed to consider that for a moment, but then her face went blank as if she had forgotten what she was thinking about.
"Do you do lap dances?"
Carolyn's eyes widened and a drunken smile appeared on her face. "Yes!" She said and stumbled against me. I was already holding her by the waist to keep her from falling down, but now she put her arms around my neck and hung on tightly. "D'you wan' me to give you a lapp-danss?" She murmured, her head pressed against my chest.
"Sure." I started to move towards the chair and she stumbled along with me, keeping her arms around me the whole time. She was extremely drunk and I was wondering if she could even do a lap dance given how drunk she was. "Can you stand or will you fall if I let you go?" I asked when we got to the chair and I was ready to sit down.
"I can stann," Carolyn assured me. "But I wanna drink mo'."
"I think you had enough - maybe even a little too much." I gently let go of her and she immediately stumbled into me, knocking me back against the chair. I landed heavily on the chair, while she ended up on the ground lying on her back. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, exposing her white thong and her crop top did the same, leaving both her breasts completely uncovered. She sat up, looking slightly dazed and removed her top. She then grabbed my knee and tried to stand up, but her legs gave out and she fell on top of me. I barely caught her before she rolled off and hit the ground again. I held her limp body against mine and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.
Carolyn got her bearings again and pulled herself up to sit on my lap, slowly grinding against my crotch. She was good, even totally wasted as she was at that moment. I put my hands on her ass, pulling her closer against me and she responded by giving me a faceful of her tits. She kept grinding against me and moaning softly, making me rock hard. Then she stopped abruptly and tried to stand up, but her legs failed to cooperate and she ended up on the floor again. This time I could hear her head hit the ground with a thud, but she did not seem to feel any pain. She started to fumble with the buttons on the side of her skirt, but she was way too drunk to make any progress. She gave up and grinned up at me, looking slightly embarrassed, but mostly inviting.
"Undress me!" she slurred.
I knelt down next to her and opened the three buttons that fastened her skirt.
"Gimme duh bot... vodka."
I hesitated, but then decided to do as she said. I helped to prop her up on her elbows and I lifted the bottle to her lips, letting her take a few sips. Her head was bobbing back and forth slightly even as she was lying there on the floor.
"Mo'," Carolyn demanded, and this time I allowed her to drain the whole bottle. There wasn't much in it to begin with - she had left only about half a cup after her impressive chug earlier. Next, she instructed me to pull off her skirt, and I was glad to oblige. "Pannies too!" She ordered.
"Carolyn," I hesitated again. "You said you can't get naked."
"But I wann fuck!" She objected.
"You'll get into trouble."
"I don' care."
"Come on," I held out my hand to pull her up to her feet. As tempting as she was, I didn't want to screw things up by letting her get herself into trouble.
Carolyn tried to grab my hand, missed and then she held up her arm and sat there waiting for me to grasp her hand and lift her up. As soon as we were standing, she turned around in my arms and started to wiggle her butt and rub it against the front of my pants. She placed both of my hands on her flat stomach, inviting me to explore her body. I slid my arms up and cupped her breasts, while she kept grinding against me with her backside. I started to move my hands downwards and I kept thinking about her offer to have sex, but with several cameras in the room I couldn't see a way we could get away with it.
Abruptly, Carolyn spun around in my arms and luckily I caught her before she could fall again. She was very drunk, swaying constantly and prone to falling at any moment, so I always kept a hold of her. I guessed that if I let her go, she wouldn't be able to stand for more than 10 seconds before she lost her balance and fell. She pushed me down onto the chair again and started to dance in front of me, stumbling around so much it could hardly be called a dance, but that was exactly why it was so arousing. I could tell she was very turned on as well.
She bit her lower lip and ran her hands all over her body, teasing me for a while, then she sat down on my lap again and pulled my head to one of her breasts, inviting me to suck on her nipple. I could feel it harden as I caressed it with my tongue and she was moaning softly. I noticed she was rubbing her pussy with her free hand. Again, I debated if I should just go for it and fuck her, but partly because I knew security would be alerted and mostly because I wasn't sure if she would approve, I decided not to. I figured there would be plenty of opportunities in the future if things kept moving along at this pace.
I wondered if Carolyn acted like this with her customers. I thought and hoped she didn't. She said she didn't get as drunk for others as she did for me and that probably meant she didn't completely lose her self-control. She pulled my head away from her tits and kissed me with drunken passion. I could feel her shifting in my arms as if she thought about standing up, but then maybe she decided against it because she settled back onto my lap and smiled at me.
"I'll give you a blue... bloe job. OK?"
"Are you allowed to?" I asked incredulously.
"Mmm-hmmm." She dropped down onto her knees and started to undo my fly. I didn't believe her.
"Are you sure?" I asked again.
She paused, looked up at me with a slightly annoyed expression. "I wan' to." She opened the zipper and reached in to pull out my hard cock. Without any hesitation, she pounced on it and started to slide her lips up and down, holding my cock with one hand and using her other hand for support by holding onto my knee. She was really good at giving head, better than most girls are when they are sober, but she didn't get very far, because suddenly the door on the right, the one she used to go to the washroom earlier, burst open and the bouncer stepped into the room. I froze and Carolyn turned around slowly to see who it was.
"Tony! Cannt you knokk?" She furrowed her brows. "I'm bissy."
Tony grabbed her arm gently and pulled her off me, setting her on the floor. I hastened to re-zip my pants.
"I have to ask you to leave, sir!" Tony said, turning towards me. I stood up, and he steered me dispassionately towards the other door, the one I came in through. Just as I stepped outside, I could just see another girl entering the room behind me to calm Carolyn down, who was pleading with Tony to let me back in, her words barely understandable, she was slurring so badly. Damn!
"What now?" I asked Tony as we were heading towards the exit. "Is she in trouble?"
"She'll get a talking to from the boss," he replied with a wry grin. "But nothing major... I think." He didn't sound very certain. We reached the doors and I stepped through. Tony stopped behind me. "She probably won't be allowed to bring any more of her friends here," he said, and went back inside, leaving me alone in the parking lot.
The sun was setting and I looked back at the building. The sign above the door was brightly lit against the darkening skies. `Soused Strippers' it said, and there was a picture
of a bikini-clad blonde dancer leaning against the last letter drunkenly, holding a bottle of liquor. I looked at my watch: It was just past eight o'clock. I headed back towards my car, which was now surrounded by several other vehicles, all of them more expensive than mine was. The customers were starting to arrive.
The End.
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