Dirty Love (Part I, The Strip Club)

It was one of those nights when loneliness had taken over the room. Unable to survive in the four-walled prison anymore, I decided to leave. I drove into the empty city that had been engulfed by fog. The road led me to the most infamous area, with the empty and at the same time wild looks of the people, piercing my body.
Without hesitation, I opened the door and entered the dirty strip club. The stench was spread to every corner of the place. Around me, people, sweaty and thirsty for flesh, were furiously consuming their drinks, with their eyes stucked on the girls rocking on the pole, mocking them mentally. The atmosphere was full of cigarette smoke, made me realize that I was in the right place. At least the music selection was gorgeous, putting everyone in the mood for that special fun.

To be continued…

PS Full story to be published