Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

Chapter Three: Rebekkah the Angel:

My eyes stayed on Silver Dreamer as she disappeared off stage after her performance. The music mixed into another song and another stripper appeared on stage. I didn’t notice this new broad. My mind was on the younger girl. I had to learn more about her. I found myself rising to my feet and following after her. I went through the narrow back way to the dressing rooms. The pink lights drowned my eyes. The scent of expensive perfume choked the air. This was where the girls got ready to entertain the smucks with their bodies. I’m willing to bet very few guys have been allowed back here. Security must be watching the show tonight. I don’t see anyone else back here.

I walked quietly through the narrow hall. My eyes scanned the many doors on either side of me. It’s like the Matrix and Alice in Wonderland back here. I’ll just have to take a guess to find my stripper. Suddenly, something caught my ears. It sounded like somebody was shouting. I strained in for a closer listen.

“Let me go, Jason!” I heard a girl screaming. “It’s over!”

“But I still own you, bitch!” I heard a man shoot back.

“I’m not your property!” the girl screamed.

“I will always own you, bitch!” he snapped. Their voices drew me outside. I peeked out the back exit. My stripper had gotten into a tangle with an older boy. He held her tightly by her slender wrist. She was trying to pull away from him.

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