Holly and I were in the strip club. Trying to recover from my sentimental cuddling with Holly, I concluded that I must do something deviant. I am not a sentimental guy. What the hell is happening to me. I walked over to my safe; I typed in the lock combination. I pulled out my secret stash of weed. Reaching for a rolling paper I had in the safe. I moved to the coffee table I had in the sitting area; I took my rolling paper and laid it flat on the table. I pulled out my bag of weed and put some weed from the bag onto the rolling paper. Rolling up the weed to look like a cigarette and put the blunt to my mouth, I took in a big breath.
"Are you seriously smoking weed?" Holly asked with a hand on her hip.
"You work in a strip club, and you don't like weed?"
"Nope," she remarked.
"It's partly your fault for influencing me with your sentimental cuddling bullshit." She raised an eyebrow at me. Shrugging my shoulders, my brain still has made a connection as to why she was interrogating me. Wasn't I her boss anyway?
"See, this happens every time I make you feel normal human feelings," she said.
"Human feelings." Laughing so hard, I nearly fell out of my chair.
"I am not a vampire or something; I have normal human feelings. I am just not a lovey-dovey guy, and I don't like leading you on." Holly looked away and walked back to the bar, saying nothing.
Was that the truth? Is that why I am so upset with myself? Everyone has a Holly in their life. She was the one always pushing me to be better. I don't want to let her down; I like sex, drugs, and partying, and that's not going to change for any girl.
My guests finely started showing up. Girls of all shapes and sizes. Gay guys, straight guys, I welcomed them all. A DJ named Randy showed up.
"I am here, boss,'' he told me, lifting his backward hat. DJ was fun to chill with; he likes to party and smoke weed. He wasn't into guys, sadly, so he wasn't a playmate.
Holly once said." I appeared normal having a friend; I didn't fuck."
Whatever that means, right? Already high from the weed, the Brandy makes the night a little bit sweeter. Girls were dancing in my front view; a guy was grabbing my ass from behind me. This is my life; this is my scene.
What happened last night? Looking over, I noticed there are two males and three females in my bed. It must have been a good night. The way my backside felt confirms I was right. Waddling, I made it to the bedroom. What did I do last night? Or who did me?
The people awake, and I started filling them out the door, feeling glad to be alone. My head hurt from being hungover. Honestly, my whole body hurt if I was telling the truth. Being a club owner, I consume a lot of alcohol, so being that wasted last night, I am afraid to know how much alcohol I drank. Why is it so bright in here? I grabbed my head in my hands, shut my eyes, and fraught back this horrible headache. I made my way into the kitchen; I grabbed a bottle of pain reliever, popping pills into my mouth.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in, Holly."
I would be shocked as hell if that wasn't Holly.
"You okay?" I heard Holly's voice rolling my eyes at my accuracy.
"Yes, just a little headache, that's all, and if I am telling the truth, my rump hurts a little too."
"That's nice," Holly remarked.
"It wasn't; how big was that guy's dick? He's bigger than Dan", I said; I rubbed my ass.
"I came to tell you that you need to pick up some Christmas decorations for Christmas night tonight," Holly said. I walked towards Holly, and I wrapped my hands around her.
"Help me feel better, Holly." she pulled my hands off of her and backed away.
" Holly."
" I meant someone in the club last; we can't, I can't. I am with him." She said.
"Oh," I managed to blurt out before she left and walked out the door.
I am with someone new almost every night; why is it bugging me that Holly was someone? Was this jealousy? No, It was the fact that I wanted her and couldn't have her; it was being turned down that got my blood boiling.