I enter the club

I steeled my nerve. I came this far, and it was too late to turn back. I had to know this man who is my father. I turned to Sam and Dean. "Two hours" I said. "I'll see you then."

"Try not to be late" said Sam. "We may live here, but we don't like being out after dark. That's when the crazy shit goes down. If it gets too close to dark, you may as well plan on staying here for the night. I hope you understand."

"Don't worry guys" I smiled. "How could I disappoint my new best friends? I still want you guys to do me, you know."

"All right" Dean said. "We hope to see you soon." The two of them turned, and left for home while I turned to walk through the doors Of my own twisted fate. I opened the door, and stepped inside to greet a whole different world. Rival gangs were sitting together at one table, enjoying the two naked women that were dancing atop their table. Important looking men dressed in suits sat smoking their cigars while naked women sat on their lap. There were naked women all over the place. Some were pole dancing while others were serving as waitresses. It was almost like women were forbidden to wear clothes at all.

I started to feel a little uncomfortable as I approached the bar. The bartender looked at me, and smiled. "You must be the new girl we've been expecting" he said. "I'm Ron. You'll find the changing rooms to the back. Though it's needless to say the only thing you'll be changing into is your birthday suit. That is, unless you're a stripper?"

"I'm neither, to be honest" I answered. "I'm actually here to meet someone. Can you tell me where to find Brad Dowey?" There, I'd asked, sealing my fate.

"Now why might you be looking for him, young lady?" Ron inquired. "He's a very busy man these days. If you're not here to work, it might be best if you leave now."

"I came all this way to meet the man who's supposed to be my father" I was feeling a bit frustrated. "Now you're telling me, if I don't want to work here, I better leave? I just want to meet him. That's all. Then I'll be gone."

"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Ron quizzed me. "You're the third girl this week to come in here and claim to be Brad's long lost daughter."

"My mother's name is Marisa Meier. She was pregnant with me at the age of fourteen. I just want to understand why my mother hates my dad so much, and why she has to take it out on me all the time." I said it all. I said a lot more than I had intended to to a total stranger.

Ron looked at me in amazement. "You definitely have his fire." He stroked his goatee'd chin. "Sit here" he pointed to the empty barstool on my right. "Drink this, and I'll go see what he's doing." He handed me a freshly made rum and Coke, then called over one of the naked waitresses to cover for him.

I've had a couple of experiences with ****. What can I say? My mom was out on a date, and I was left at home alone with mom's personal stash. I didn't take very much each time, just enough to give me a slight buzz. I knew she wouldn't notice a little bit missing. So there I sat at the bar, sipping away on the drink Ron had given me. About half way through it, I started to feel a slight buzz coming on. I looked to the back of the crowded bar to see if Ron was coming back yet. Sure enough, the back door opened, and Ron emerged, heading straight toward me. The look on his face was indifferent.

"Come with me" he said. "The boss wants to see you."