It was a STRIP CLUB...

It was a STRIP CLUB......

It was a effing STRIP CLUB!!!!!!!!

I stared blankly at the Neon sign board with bright, almost blinding lights decorated around. It was like Christmas, Easter and Valentine's all mixed up. But the only thought on my mind... I GOT DUPED!!!!!

Believe me, when I say this that I have got no problems with people having different preference than me. But I do have one when they come to me and say that I got a good booty and will pay a good buck, if I flex it.

Which did happen...

Once...

A long time ago...

And it gave me a complex.

I also have no problems going to a gay strip club for work... No really, I swear. But I DO have a problem... when they try to force me to AUDITION there!!!!!!!!!!

I inwardly cringed, recalling how some guys came to me and asked me about what would I perform in today's audition. Twice. 

When I informed them darkly, that I am here in professional capacity, they scoffed... actually scoffed at me... and replied that they are too.

Then they proceeded in giving me friendly "PROFESSIONAL" advice for the audition since they thought I was a newcomer in this line of industry.

Well... Not to disagree or anything... but I was!!!

When I resisted, they became even more concerned about my 'so called audition' and went into a discussion about things which I can do and not look like a fool or a deer caught in headlights during the audition. At last, when someone called them they went away, but not before leaving their contact number.

No... no... no...

Not for a Date...

But for genuinely helping to instruct me more!!!

I have got to say, these were some of the good guys, l have meet and believe me... I have seen the worst ones as well. Being in military and making out alive from a hell-on-earth battlefield, teaches you some things.

Just thinking of that makes me remember some very unpleasant thoughts. A wave of unease creeps up and I feel tremors down my arms. I felt a panic attack beginning...

Blood, gore everywhere. Dark crimson red on my shaking hands...

Lore jerking and yelling, "Grenade, GET DOWN!!!!!!!!"

I shake my head resolutely to get rid of the memories. I can't start to panic here. Granted, these people are good. And since I am an ex-military, no one will judge me.

But a Man got his pride...

I kept the guy's contact info in my pocket. You never know when you want anyone's help and besides, I think I like them.

I looked around to see the preparations for the auditions going in full swing. Since I was still waiting for my contact to appear, I was seated near the bar. Which gave me a clear view of on-goings near the stage.

I idly twilled my drink, thinking about the work our client wanted to be done. Nike had not given me details of the same...

I stop to remember my friend's betrayal...

I scowl...

Those betraying bastards!!! They really have got a lot of nerve!! Each of them must be in on this.

I AM GOING TO GET ALL OF THEM. I AM GOING TO GET ALL OF THEM... REALLLLLLL GOODDDDD!!

They shouldn't have done this.

Nah aa!!!!!

I shook my head. I don't know, how a fantastic person... like me... kept these disloyal bastards as friends.

Oh probably... because I am Fantastic and have a huge fucking heart.

Yeah!!! You got that right.

I am a man to accept that I have a huge heart!!

I mentally pat me on my back and fist bump in the air.

Yeah... Baby, I am Cool, the most coolest person in the whole wide world!!

"Uh... uh... Mister??" someone whispered softly. I turned to scowl down at the person who called me.

Who dare interrupt me when I was busy...??

A bartender, a young girl flinched back from my scowl. She shook in fear and muttered, "Sir... sir... Hun... Hunter... Sir... told.. told me...", the girl stuttered in fear.

"What??", I asked quietly, lessening my scowl.

I was never an white knight, handsome man...

And the war has not been kind on me. I have got scars of bullets and knives, more than I can count. But I was like a dark knight, and some ladies like dating a bad boy.

Hey, I'm not complaining. There are some who are worthy and there are some who are not. I was of the second category.

I would never tie a woman down with me when I'm not in my right mind. (Author's note: He is referring to his PTSD.)

Also, I don't think a woman would like to wake up in the night to her man panicking or sobbing next to her.

A man is supposed to protect a woman, not add to her troubles. And I don't think I will subject a woman to that....

I respect all woman alike as I have been brought up to think so by my parents. Also, if my ma finds out that I have even disrespected a woman by swearing in front of her, she will skin me alive.

No, I'm not kidding...

I shuddered remembering what happened when I unknowingly said something bad about my English teacher Miss Morris. Granted... She was Biased to me and seemed to have it out for me. She would often like to punish me.

But when my ma heard me... No... Still can't forget her face...

Now, I know why a mother is called OUR EVERYTHING. She is our God to teach us but also can become a Demon to punish us.

Believe me, when I say this, I definitely saw horns on her head, hellfire behind her and spear in her hands. 

That could have been her new hairstyle, food burning behind her (she was so angry that she let the oil in the pan catch fire) and fork in her hands (she was making spaghetti).

But for a child with an overactive imagination... Well you know?

"Mr Hunter... Is ready.... ready to se... see you... you", she stuttered and practically ran. I stood up and scratched my head with my index finger, totally confused. Now what? She didn't tell me where to find My client!!?

Oh well.... Let's recon.... I mean.. she didn't tell me where to find my client, right??? So basically, she gave me free rein to roam. I rubbed my hands in glee and grinned like a Cheshire cat. I was a naturally curious person, so I loved poking my nose..... where it doesn't belong.

I moved towards the doors leading to backstage. Only authorized personnel allowed. Technically, I am authorized.

What??.. Don't Look at me like that...

It's True...

I was here on business.

Mostly clients want us to do security detail in their place. Some even consult us for detective or protection work but those are rare.

I turned the handle to open the door looking around, if anyone stops me. I went through and closed the door on my back. The corridor I stepped in, was dark and no one could be seen. I could hear shouts from a door to the far end of the corridor. Someone shrieked painfully. Instinct pricked and military training kicked in. I ran hurriedly towards the door and yanked it open.

"NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!", a guy in white wedding dress cried. He had a complete get up of a fairy tail wedding dress and makeup. "MY HEELS MY POOR POOR HEELS, OH MY GODDD . WHAT WILL I DO???!!!!!!"

He shrieked again.

"I CANT GO ON STAGE LIKE THIS..... I JUST CAN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAHHHH WAHH" And then he started wailing.

A guy with pink glittery short dress with a fro fro hat, consoled him, "Please Kera, You have to go on stage. The audition has to be hosted by you. Remember, we practiced so much for this and this is your first time, right??"

He waved his hand in the air like indicating the crowd that could be seen through small opening, by the door to the stage, "Everyone is waiting.... Also you are in show business, Honey!!! Haven't you hear that "The Show must go on"???" He turned his sky blue eyes on the crying fellow. His tone seemed like a parent chiding a child, when he is being unreasonable.

"BUT.. BUT....", the wedding dress hesitated...

"No buts.... You agreed to do this and you will do it!!", the pink dress shook his head and ordered firmly.

Suddenly a hand tapped my shoulders. I turned to look....

A guy was dressed as a construction worker.. but in a semi naked fashion. He was wearing only the vest coat, bright yellow helmet and lose pants.

"What?", I asked. He smiled and sheepishly and asked, "Would you mind giving me your tool kit belt for my act?? I left mine at home. But I will give it back to you for your act", he hurriedly assured.

I rolled my eyes and replied, "I am here on business and not to give audition. And this tool kit", I indicated the my pack at my belt, "actually has my 'tools of trade'", I made a double exclamation marks in the air with my fingers.

"Ohh",... the guy smiled brightly his white teeth gleaming, "so you don't need it right now?? Right??"

He claimed excitedly "I am first onstage. I will get it back to you as soon as I get finished. Please.. please.. please.. pretty please....", he begged folding his hand in praying pose.

I thought to refuse but then felt a lot of eyes on me. I looked around me and found several people staring at me.

Hungrily....

For what I don't know....

But I had a feeling if I refused the guy they would have deck me, roll up in a dirt bag and throw me out in the garbage bin. So I removed me tool kit and gave it to him... all without removing my eyes from others.

"Hey, thanks man!!", The guy exclaimed happily, "I owe you one!!"

And waving goodbye, he left. I kept my eyes on people for a while.... then again, a finger tapped on my shoulders.

"Hey, I was wondering if I...", A guy started, but his friend next to him leveled a glare at him, so he amended, "if we can borrow your jacket for the audition....."

Hey Guys and Gals,

It's been a while. Sorry I wasn't able to update for a while. My cell got damaged and I don't have a working computer. It's one of those electronics in my house that no one uses, so it has became a mere decoration 😂😂. Anyways, the views have gone up, I am pleased to inform you 👺. But I also know it is all thanks to you guys who read my story so .....

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