I’ve been working at the strip club for three years now, and nearly every night Duke had visited me for one reason or another. He always said I was his favourite girl.
I liked working at the club. Besides the lecherous old men it
was fun to hang out with the girls, and the dancing keeps me fit.
And sure, I like Duke and enjoy the attention from him, who
wouldn’t? But I do feel sorry for him, always out fighting and getting himself
into trouble.
Duke hadn’t been in today and, strangely, I kind of missed
him. Coupled with the fear that anytime now a group of assault troopers could
burst through the door, I was feeling really on edge.
It was getting late and I could hear this loud noise
outside. That’s when, all of a sudden, the doors burst open, and in a cloud of
smoke with two dead pig cops by his feet Duke walked in. I was glad to see him.
He walked straight up to me with his fists full of dollars,
took his seat and said to me: "Shake it baby."
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Massive thanks to Amy, creator/writer of the "Daisiesanddolls" blog, for this excellent addition to "Stories from the universes", and for being my first ever guest post writer! You can read Amy's own blog here: daisiesanddolls.blogspot.co.uk. There's even a blog from me on Amy's site too...the wonder of guest posting.
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