Chapter Three

After a few push ups, Flint stood up, went for the stove to check his stew and tasted it. He nodded at the perfectly seasoned dish and felt proud of himself. He's now done cooking and now he will check on his dad to eat.

He came across the mirror in the living room and checked himself. He looked at his face, his hazel eyes and thick eyebrows and lashes and ruffled his dark brown hair. He looked as his torso as he wiped the sweats down his stomach. He looked like a Calvin-Klein model for pete's sake! That mainly explains why he got Henley's attention and thus, offering him a job.

He smiled at the mirror and went to his father's room only to see him sleeping. He went back to the kitchen and took a serving of his stew, alomg with rice, some side dishes, his dad's meds and a glass of water.

He wake his dad up to feed him.

After he's done feeding his dad, make him drink his medicines, he sat alone in the dining table and in deep thought again, asking himself... more like, convincing himself that it's the only thing for him that's left to do.

Questions like

'What will my dad think of me?'

'What might happen if I accept this job?'

Things like that keep running on his mind. He has a lot of doubts, he didn't want to become a stripper in the first place. But he has to think of others, of his dad and of his future. He has no other choice.

It was 6 pm and it's pouring outside. Flint arrived at the bar, folded his umbrella and drying his hair with his hands as he walked inside. He was greeted only by a few people since the night is still young. He  went in further, looking for Henley, his trainor.

He roamed his head to look for Henley but no sign of her so he sat at the counter and ordered a drink. He was about to drink his cocktail when someone suddenly grabbed his drink and drank it all in one sip. It was Henley.

"I've been looking for you," he said, feeling relieved of her presence

"I made fifty bucks just now. Someone put it in my breast then pinned me to the wall, kissing me. He was a bad kisser, to be honest," she then counted the money from her cleavage and placed them inside her bra.

"Oh that explains this then," he pointed at her lipstick smeared on her cheek.

Henley looked for something to see what's going on with her face and when she didn't found any, she was surprised when Flint grabbed her chin and faced it upward, wet his thumb with his mouth, then wiped the lipstick stain off her cheek.

Henley was stunned for a moment, then Ymir, the bartender interrupted them, giving Flint another drink. This time, he drank it, looking at Henley and said "Ah, my drink. Finally."

"So, how are things done here?," Flint asked to Henley.

"Here," she commanded, as she puts 6 glasses of whiskey in a tray and gave it to him. "Follow me"

They stood up and head for the private room 1B.

She opened the door and welcomed by 6 ladies in their party outfits which is barely even covering themselves, a smell of alcohol and a loud banging noice.

"Ladies, let me introduce to you Bob. He'll be assisting you this evening," Henley giggled then dragged Flint to one of the ladies.

Flint put the tray down the table and stood up formally, then the 6 tipsy ladies went to check him.

"Cat, finally! One worthy of our night!" the woman in her tight, above the knee dress squeaked and went closer to Flint. Too close.

"Ladies, let's calm ourselves down. He's only here to serve you drink, that's all. Maybe accompany you but he won't do anything beyond that. I'm sorry ladies,"  Henley explained, to which Flint thanked in his head that he only offers a company, not to hydrate a wiltering plant.

"Girls, I'd just borrow him for a few minutes and then, he's all yours for the night. Excuse us for a moment, " Henley gave a shy smile and they both went outside the room and headed to another vacant room to talk.

"Really? So my name's Bob now? Oh and how am I supposed to earn money?" Flint asked to his teacher, with the look of a student eager to learn.

"You have to play smooth and charming around them. Play them with your words. Not new to you right?" She scoffed then shot a look at Flint to which he looked away.

"Remember, they're here for entertainment. And when you give them what they want, things for you will go great for you. Rich alcoholic bitches always gets what they want. Fool them and you'll have the money you need. Let's get you to the dressing room for now to change your outfit."

"Loose the shirt. Show some skin. Make those ladies drool over that biceps and 6-pack," Henley reminded him while she struggles to look for an outfit for him.

They are in the crew's cabin, where a lot of wardobe is placed for the dancers on the stage. A lot of outfits filled the room giving Henley a hard time to look for an attire fit for a stripper.

"You left me with no choice, honey," Henley gave up looking for a shirt and grabbed a scissor nearby, and stood in front of Flint.

Flint, trusting Henley's movement, stood still.

She smiled with a pair of evil eyes and playfully tug the hem of his shirt. She then suddenly ran the scissors from the hole of the sleeve of his T-shirt down just before the fabric totally separates. She did the same thing on the other side, revealing some good parts of his body. Flint surely has an incredible built. It is as if he go to the gym often. But he don't. Everyday chores made his body so toned and lean, so effortless yet beautifully made.

Henley admired Flint's body and studied it like an expensive painting hung in a museum. She absentmindedly brought her fingers into his biceps, feeling the muscles against her fingertips, imagining things she'd want him to do with her.

Flint knew the effect of his Godlike body to the stunned Henley and made a cocky smirk to himself.

"Like what you see?," he asked with full arrogance, still have that smirk on his face.

"Oh shut up! I saw a lot of bodies and some are way more better than yours!," Henley flustered, awkwardly backing away from Flint and his gorgeous body. She cleared her throat and went to the table to put down the scissor.

Flint, on the other hand, had a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched Henley's reaction and gave a little laugh when he saw her cheeks turned bright red.

There was an awkward silence in the room. Henley didn't know what to say after that while Flint is just busy watching Henley's reaction.

A soft knocked interrupted them, with Henley giving a harsh exhale as a relief, went to the door and opened it.

"Henley, someone wants your company. One of your regulars," Sabby said, peeked with just her head inside the room.

"Oh, okay. Bring him to the usual room. Tell him I'm coming in 5 minutes," Henley said in a hurry. "Flint, you know what to do. Just serve them drinks, agree on whatever they say, keep your ass out of trouble"

"Sounds like a slave to me," Flint commented.

"We are. We are slaves here, Flint. Don't be all mighty. Once you're in here, you'll be in a dirt forever. Oh, and here" Henley threw a pack of condom and Flint caught in his hand.

"Just in case," she winked and left Flint inside the room.

Flint looked his whole body in the mirror "This one's for your future and your dad. Swallow it all up, Flint," he reminded himself and looked at the mirror one last time, and went on.