I’m In Love with a Stripper
Someone had to remind me that I wrote this a while back. Enjoy.
I'm In Love with a Stripper
He stood in the background watching her dance, pealing off garments as slowly as she could with every swirl of her hips. She hypnotized everyone in the dingy night club, even the women. There was just something about her that screamed, love me. And, oh, how he did love her, so much so that he felt his chest constrict as she knelt down to have a twenty-dollar bill tucked into her g-string, the last piece of garment left on her. He clenched his fist at his sides.
“She’s something, isn’t she?” a lean, built man asked him as he sat down at the same table.
He only nodded. Taking in a deep breath, he released his hands, shook them out and placed them on the table. He waited for the last piece of clothing to fall. The audience went wild, whooping and hollering as if they were a wild pack of apes. As she picked up the bills strewn all over the stage floor, he stood up as did the man sitting next to him. They parted, going their separate ways, him towards the door.
He slipped to the back of the alley, where he watched her as she left and made her way towards her car. She always left immediately after her set. Tonight though he wouldn’t just watch. Tonight he was going to put an end to her performing.
He stepped out of the shade and called her by her given name, “Ruth!”
Startled, she dropped her keys to the grown before she had a chance to open her car door. She smiled, relaxing a little. “Hey, Ken. What are you doing back here?”
“Stopping this.” He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the car. “You can’t do this anymore. It is over tonight.”
“You’re hurting my arm. What are you doing?” She yanked her arm from him and pushed him back. “You can’t tell me what to do. I don’t even know you like that.”
Anger marred his face as he moved to grab her again, but before he could he was pulled back. A punch landed itself on his jaw and he fell back. With blurred vision he could barely see the lean man that was sitting next to him inside the club now standing over him with a deadly expression on his face.
Ken raised is hands and coward back. “Wait! I’m sorry. I just … I just love her so much. She shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t allow your woman to-”
Ken’s head snapped back from another punch. “She’s my cousin and I will bust-"
Ruth ran up and pulled him back before he could punch Ken again. “Just stop. Let’s go. Leave him.”
“I told you about leaving alone. You should have waited for me. There are all kinds of crazies in there. You can't keep doing this, Ruthie.” That was the last thing Ken heard before he blacked out.