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Two bars. Four stripper poles.  Six bartenders. Eight VIP rooms. Twenty sexy dancers, and two ugly ones. The Sin Den had most certainly earned its name. And tonight, the club was packed with belligerent men(and women) literally fighting to get to the stage. Fire code had been forgotten forty something people ago, money being more important than safety, and they were still pouring in to escape the cold and the rain.

The doe-eyed Bambi was nearly naked, working her way through the crowd with a tray of drinks. She would have rather been working the slick, silver pole. Sure, people were still shoving money into her hot pink G-string, but the real money was made on that stage. She needed to up there dancing like a stripper whose rent was due tomorrow, because…well…it actually was due tomorrow. 

“Excuse me!” She was practically screaming. Even if the patrons could hear her, they couldn’t move. Besides, why the fuck would they want to? It was easier to get a handful of supple, tattooed ass this way. 

“Fucking move!” 

They stayed put; out of spite or out of the desire to grope her, she didn’t know or care. At this point, she was just annoyed.

“Motherfuc—“ Bambi’s words fell from her lips like broke glass, her body tensing as an overly tattooed arm wrapped around her throat only to pull her back as his other hand started teasing one of her breast. His cold, wet lips were too close to her ear. “How much for a night?” He sounded aggressively drunk.

“Eight hundred and thirty five,” which just so happened to be how much her rent cost. “You got that, sweetheart?” She looked back at the ‘gentleman,’ a questioning brow slightly raised. She was in luck. He wasn’t a Moon, just your average white trash.

He pushed her away, spit flying from his lips as he spat out his words. “Expensive ass bitch!” Like she hadn’t heard that one before. The sudden movement caused her to lose her balance, drinks sliding from the tray and crashing to the disgusting, maroon carpet bellow. 

She would have to pay for all of those herself. 

“Oh HELL no!” Her sentence was violently punctuated, the tray slamming into the bastard’s ugly face. “Fuck. You. You. Stupid. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit!” Each word was marked with another smack. A plastic serving tray wouldn’t do much damage, but it would still hurt. He would at least have a few facial bruises, plus the emotional ones of being assaulted by a crazed stripper with a serving tray. That was probably the worst of it.

“Get this crazy bitch off me!” He was yelling, surprised by the vicious attack, hands raised above his head in an attempt to protect his ugly mug.

A second set of arms wrapped around Bambi, but this time they wrapped around her thin waist. “Bambi, that’s enough!” The tray was pulled from her grasp. “Go get your ass on the stage. Crystal is too drunk to dance, and I don’t want her puking everywhere.”

“Can I take the rest of her shift?” Bambi looked back once more, not surprised to see Sin Den’s owner holding her and her tray. He looked annoyed, but not angry. “I gotta pay rent!”

The middle aged man sighed as he nodded, smacking her ass to get her going. “You’re lucky I love watching you swing around that pole, Tara.”

She kissed his cheek, “Thanks, Dave!” With that, she made her way towards the stage to take Crystal’s place.

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