- - - burn ; lorelei/lucia

Near the heart of Newport Beach, there are all sorts of buildings smashed together like the ingredients of a sandwich. Most of them are only two stories high, but there is one specifically that towers above the other buildings and the street below. On the outside it appears to be an abandoned warehouse; industrial, filthy, and desolate. The windows are black, but if you turn your head to the right angle you'll see lasers and strobe lights flashing wildly. The street lights are dim, and there is trash littered about which does include your regular club and DJ whores. Every single night of the week, heavy bass can be heard from within the always busy strip club. There are a constant stream of people who trickling in and out through the doors located at the front, and the majority of them are having the time of their lives. Of course there's that one girl squating on the curb crying her eyes out. She's either fighting with her boyfriend or she's too wasted to know what's going on. You know the type of girl I'm talking about; every club has at least one. If you were to go to a club such as this one, you were sort of asking for some sort of negative interaction. This could include but is not limited to: having your wallet stolen or being slipped some sort of mystery drug. For some reason people had a tendency to flock to The Provocative. Maybe it was the thick stench of depression, self-loathing, and utter misery that hung around in the atmosphere that attracted them. Lucile had found that this was usually the case, and she formed her opinion from personal experience.

Her almost nude back slid down against the shiny tepid pole, knees pushing outward. She had her head turned to the side and her striking eyes were shielded from the view of the public. With her knees spread apart widely, it gave one a chance to see nearly every feature Miss King had to offer. Scattered around the side stage were all sorts of people. There were obese, middle aged men, sexually frustrated young women looking to teach their significant others a lesson, and then there were your unclassifiable people. The youthful woman grinding against the silver pole never found herself caring about who watched her. Bringing her body to an upright position, a truly pleased smile yanked at the corners of her appealing mouth. With eyes still closed, she place her sweaty palm on the stripper pole and spun herself around a few times. Her mind wasn't completely concentrated on what she was doing. The song spewing from the overhead speakers was one of her favorites even if the tune was typically a bit slow for her general taste.

One for the money, two for the real
Dead end jobs and dollar bills
Jenny at home with her head on right
Thinking about what she gonna wear tonight
Something black, cut to the dress
Make me say anything to get that head
Lost once, trucks and guns
Small town legend and the city's spun
And I bet you look better naked
She says "You want it boy?
You better take it."
And together we can burn

The molly she had injested earlier was now surging through her system. Surely it didn't help her concentration levels. Actually it did, but she couldn't find herself sticking to one topic. She had taken seven hits of mystery molly, and truth be told she didn't care if they were legitimate or not. Luce wasn't picky about how she got her high, or what gave her that feeling; as long as she got her fix. The song concluded and a new, much harder beat came sprinting out from the amplifiers. In her mind, she had told herself to engage party mode and she certainly did.

Once more swinging her tiny frame around the metal object, she wrapped her leg around the pole and made several revolutions. The bass dropped and Luce felt it in her the cores of her bones. She was truly addicted to the feeling of the bass reverberating inside of her empty body. Taking a few steps to the side, Lucy dropped her body to the ground with an enormous grin on her face. Sliding her hands up from her bony hips to her small breasts, she stood erect again. Molly made her feel amazing; she felt better than she ever thought she could every single time she took those magical pills.
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