I walked in the strip club, free of charge. The man covering the head charge seemed to like me so much that he let me in like a VIP. I just smiled as the Master Potion did it's tricks on the crowd.
I moved to a booth from where I could see all of the action, and yet was out of sight from those that might be watching me. A little paranoia that I got from watching the X Files a little too often.
But the view was great. And it didn't hurt that the female waitresses in skimpy clothing were fighting to take my table. It felt good to have the women fighting over them.
A tall, red haired woman in a cocktail uniform took my order. "A coke, please." I said, not wanting to cloud my new mind with alcohol. Just like my uncle Buster. I turned to watch the strippers perform for a while.
Making my plans for my next action. If I liked many of the girls, I might make myself part owner of the club. Then I would have my way with them. If I only like one or two of the girls, I might just pick them up.
Either way, I wasn't going home alone tonight. |