StFornicate
Sinful Salvation
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Tommy McBride took a deep breath as he parked his car, a brand new, black Chevy Corvette, at the back of the parking lot, and looked across the sea of automobiles to the entrance to the "Kinky Kitten" strip club. His hands were sweaty as he gripped the wheel, his heart racing. Why was he so nervous?
This was a step in the right direction, right? He took another deep breath. The twenty-one year old college student tried to muster his courage. He ran his hands through his dark hair, looked at his brown eyes in the rear-view mirror. He wasn't unattractive, to be sure. In fact he was fairly well-built, working out late in the evenings when the Golden State University gym tended to be empty.
It had been a rough couple of months. A perpetual loner, a bookworm, Tommy had never been popular, for the obvious reason that he had trouble connecting with people. He had had no desire to go out partying. He really didn't like most people he met. Maybe he never gave them a chance.
And then, his family, his parents and grandparents, had died in a plane wreck. Tommy was an only child, and the family fortune was left to him. While he had never wanted for anything growing up, he had never realized the extent of the wealth his grandfather had accumulated over the years, which was now passed on to him.
Investments were made, of course, to ensure a comfortable living in perpetuity. And Tommy wasn't much for accumulating "things". He was happy with his books, his video games, his quiet life. This muscle car was his only major new purchase.
At least, he thought he was happy. He was beginning to realize his new wealth presented an opportunity, to maybe make some of his wildest dreams reality. He resolved to make the most of things, to live life to the fullest, to get his head out of his books and get out there!
Going to this high-class strip joint seemed like a good place to start. As he understood it, the girls would pay attention to you as long as the money kept rolling across the stage, right? His wallet was loaded with hundred dollar bills.
He was going to make someone's night, that was for sure.
He opened the car door and trudged through the night-time drizzle towards the neon lights, and headed inside...
This was a step in the right direction, right? He took another deep breath. The twenty-one year old college student tried to muster his courage. He ran his hands through his dark hair, looked at his brown eyes in the rear-view mirror. He wasn't unattractive, to be sure. In fact he was fairly well-built, working out late in the evenings when the Golden State University gym tended to be empty.
It had been a rough couple of months. A perpetual loner, a bookworm, Tommy had never been popular, for the obvious reason that he had trouble connecting with people. He had had no desire to go out partying. He really didn't like most people he met. Maybe he never gave them a chance.
And then, his family, his parents and grandparents, had died in a plane wreck. Tommy was an only child, and the family fortune was left to him. While he had never wanted for anything growing up, he had never realized the extent of the wealth his grandfather had accumulated over the years, which was now passed on to him.
Investments were made, of course, to ensure a comfortable living in perpetuity. And Tommy wasn't much for accumulating "things". He was happy with his books, his video games, his quiet life. This muscle car was his only major new purchase.
At least, he thought he was happy. He was beginning to realize his new wealth presented an opportunity, to maybe make some of his wildest dreams reality. He resolved to make the most of things, to live life to the fullest, to get his head out of his books and get out there!
Going to this high-class strip joint seemed like a good place to start. As he understood it, the girls would pay attention to you as long as the money kept rolling across the stage, right? His wallet was loaded with hundred dollar bills.
He was going to make someone's night, that was for sure.
He opened the car door and trudged through the night-time drizzle towards the neon lights, and headed inside...
