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Imp - I'm again saying that fun is not made of anyone in this story, especially in this chapter. Fun is made just of my characters, mostly Keith and the situations he & Kim land themselves into. So, please don't feel offended & just enjoy! :)
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CHAPTER - 8
PEAKS OF HUMILIATION
"Take off your clothes."
"Show us your abs."
"Strip for us baby."
"He is a young one."
These were a few of the many things that were being shouted at me by the men in front of me. Each of them was around thirty years of age or older. Each of them was heavily built and looked like a gang member. Each of them was either a drug addict or a dealer. Each of them was looking at me like I was a piece of meat, a young piece of meat, to be more accurate.
"I call dibs," a loud, gruff voice shouted, making everyone laugh, except me, of course. Now, I understood how girls felt when we called dibs on them.
My head snapped towards the owner of the voice and I cringed at the sight of the huge, bald man, who was eyeing me from head to toe hungrily. Desperately, I removed my eyes from him and tried to find a way to get out of here. That was when, my eyes landed on a grey bag with thin black stripes and big silver buckle kept on a table. Ignoring all the noises and shouts that were asking me to strip, I looked at the person sitting on the table and my eyes landed on a bald man with French beard and patched leather jacket. I gulped my own spit when I realized that he was the same person who had called dibs on me.
Mentally, I analyzed all the available options I had.
First, I could run back from the way I came from and face Kim's wrath, which was undoubtedly better than facing so many men who wanted to rip my clothes off. There was a chance that if I chose this option, Kim would try to become 'Superwoman Kim' and take her bag on her own. Putting her and my life in danger was not what I wanted to do.
Second, I could quietly go to the man and ask him to give me the bag. Well, not exactly ask, a better option was to beg him to give me the bag.
Third, I could do a little strip show and make him give me Kim's bag. Ha! I was never going to do this, so this option was completely out of the question.
My sane mind decided to go with the second option. Just as I gathered immense courage and stepped towards the crowd, a song started playing, making me freeze on the spot.
"Ohhhhhhh, put your lovin' hands out baby. I'm beggin'."
My eyes widened in embarrassment as Begging you by Four Seasons started playing. For a moment I wondered if the DJ could hear my thoughts as I was actually going to 'beg' to get out of this place. I turned my head to look at Kim and found her peeking through the curtain and laughing like a mad woman. The shouts of the men saved her from my deadly glare as I again looked at them.
The other four men on the stage had started doing their job and were dancing, swaying their bodies with the music, while I was the only one who was in desperate need to go out of this place. For once, I was thankful for the other four guys as nobody was watching me, but that relief was short-lived as the audience started looking at me with disappointment and scowls on their faces as the song was going on and I, the stripper, was not performing my job. They started screaming incoherent words at me and looked raged. It was obvious that if I wanted to go alive from this place and see the Christmas morning sun, then I had to do what they expected me to do.
'This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and why not have a little fun while doing it,' I thought and that's what I did.
With this thought in my mind, I started swaying my hips very elegantly and sensually, like a stripper would do. It helped that I was a quite good dancer. This little moment changed their scowls in pleased smiles. I started dancing and taking slow steps towards the crowd. Slowly, I pulled out my jacket and rolled it in air a few times, before throwing it towards the back curtain where Kim was standing. I was not planning on losing my jacket to get her bag.
When the lines "Beggin' Beggin you. Put your lovin' hands out baby" came, I lifted both my arms in the air and swayed them just as I swayed my hips. My audience went crazy and I tried my best to stop laughing at myself in between my sexy performance.
Something strange possessed my body and the next thing I was doing was using one of te props kept on the stage for our use. I took sensual steps towards the chair and gave an empty chair a lap dance. Taking rounds around it, swinging my leg around it and what not. This earned wolf whistles and lots of hooting. The four guys were by now, quite jealous of the attention I was getting, but I didn't give a f*ck. I wanted the bag back, and I was enjoying this.
I got off the stage and sauntered towards the bald man, who had called dibs on me. I stopped myself from laughing at how ironic the situation was when the next lines played the moment I reached him.
"I need you to understand that I tried so hard to be your man.
The kind of man you'd want in the end only then can I begin to love again."
The look he gave me made me think of choosing option first now. Reluctantly, I caressed his arm with my palm and I could tell that he enjoyed it, making me cringe mentally.
'I'm a girl.'
I did the same with his other hand and mentally groaned when he shuddered at the contact.
'Kill me now!'
I put up both his arms in the air and he swayed them just like I was doing on stage. My eyes landed on the bag and I fake-squealed at the sight of it, making him believe that I loved the bag. He picked it up and raised his eyebrows towards me. I nodded eagerly. Then, he pointed towards his lips, motioning me to kiss him.
I almost fainted!
I had to do something. Anything but kiss him. So I bent towards him and whispered in his ears, "Backstage after the performance."
He looked delighted and handed me the bag. 'He must really love me,' I concluded.
With Kim's bag in my hand, I sauntered towards the stage, all the while dancing, swaying my hips sexily and making the crowd hoot and whistle. I faced them once I reached the stage and did my trademark step, which everyone did with me now. I placed the handbag over my shoulder like a model and went towards Kim, still dancing. Kim was laughing her a*s off and enjoying my humiliation way too much. Before I could shoot her a glare and run from the place, they stopped shouting. In order to not get caught and run after us, I went back on the stage, or I should say again, sauntered towards the stage. I kept my left hand on my waist and blew a kiss towards them with my right hand.
They went mad!
I repeated the process of going back to Kim, coming back on stage and blowing a kiss towards them, this time I blew it towards the man, I had almost seduced. He caught the kiss mid-air and blew a kiss back to me. Before the flying kiss could fly and reach me, I went back to Kim, who was now standing with the support of the wall and laughing like a maniac. I crushed my audience's hopes that I was going to make an appearance again by holding Kim's hand and running away as fast as I could. The other four guys could have all the attention they wanted; my fun was over.
Running with her was not easy, as she still thought that laughing was a better option than running away. The moment I stepped outside the door, I could hear yelling noises from inside, which made me run like a leopard. I ran with Kim until I reached my car.
The Ninja within me took control of the situation and everything from unlocking the car to driving it happened in a blur. I pressed the brakes when I spotted a red light signal. I took deep breaths in order to catch my breath. I looked towards Kim, who was looking at me with tears in her eyes and lips tightly closed. She was trying her best to not laugh.
It took a moment for me to absorb everything that I had just done and happened with me. I was a stripper in a gay strip club. I almost seduced a thief with his entire gang around us, who apparently were all gay. I just had the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. It surpassed the incident of peeing at early man's door.
When everything settled in my mind, I started laughing at myself and not even a second later, Kim joined. We were laughing so hard that we didn't see the red light go green, we didn't hear the loud horns of the vehicles behind us, and we didn't hear the many loud incoherent, cuss words the drivers said to us as they passed our car. One more red light and many cuss words later, I regained my composure.
"I call dibs." Kim tried to mimic the bald man's voice and we again ended up laughing. "You were so sexy out there, Keith," she said in a mocking tone.
"I'm always sexy," I told her, smirking arrogantly.
She rolled her eyes in response and pulled her hands above her head. She swayed them while singing, "Put your lovin' hands out baby." Thus, making both of us laugh again.
Too soon, I stopped in front of her hotel and turned to face her. "This-" I paused, referring to the incident that just happened, "-never happened." Dramatically, she zipped her lips and acted like throwing away the lock. "Good." I nodded appreciatively and smirked.
She opened the door, stepped outside the car and shut it. She motioned me to roll down the window and I did. "Yeah?" I asked.
She kept her phone in her hand so that I could see the screen. I squinted my eyes to clearly see what she was showing and my eyes widened when I spotted myself dancing on 'Beggin you'. I looked at her with my mouth hanging open and she smirked. "But this definitely happened," she said and laughed.
I jumped in my seat towards the window where she was standing and tried to snatch her phone but she had already backed off. "Kim, I'll kill you," I growled with my jaw clenched.
She laughed and replied, "You wish." With that, she turned towards the hotel, still laughing. All I could do was bang my head on the steering wheel and curse myself for not going to Hendersonville with Adam.
*****
I woke up the next morning with the annoying sound of my phone ringing in my ears. Groaning, I answered the phone without looking at the caller id.
"Hello," I answered. My voice was husky and heavy due to just waking up; I looked at the time on the table clock and noticed that it was ten minutes past eleven.
"Merry Christmas, stripper," the cheerful voice on the other side greeted me, making me remember the dreadful night.
Sighing heavily, I greeted her back, "Merry Christmas, Kimberly." I stressed on her full name trying my best to get on her nerves.
She snickered. "The joy of calling you 'stripper' has surpassed all the pain of being called 'Kimberly'."
I rolled my eyes and kept my arm over my eyes, covering them from the harsh sun rays that were peeking through the window beside my bed. "What do you want?" I asked, feeling sleepy.
"Well, Laura is going to spend the day with Kyle, so... um... I was thinking..." she trailed off. I could sense lack of surety in her voice.
"You can come over to mine. We can watch movies and stuff," I offered without thinking much about it.
"You sure?"
"Yup, I've nothing better to do anyway," I told her.
'You had so much to do. You yourself left it all, d*ckhead,' my wiser side yelled at me, which I, as always, decided to ignore.
"Sounds cool," she said, her mood taking a swing as she sounded happy. "I want to watch-"
I cut her off, "No chic flicks please."
She laughed at my desperate tone and said, "I was going to say a vampire movie."
I sighed in relief and asked, "Which vampire movie? I don't have any at home, so, I'll have to buy some."
"Umm... surprise me?" she offered making me chuckle.
"Okay, see you at 5?" I asked.
"Yup," with that she hung up.
The entire day my phone kept on ringing as everyone from my family to Adam's family wanted to wish me. Mom wished me and I was glad that Dad took the phone from her before she could start the endless showcase of her talent. I took a quick bath and got dressed up to make my way towards the shop at the other side of the street.
The person sitting at the billing counter of the small shop was a very old man, maybe he was in his seventies. There was no one else in the store. He had a huge smile on his face as he greeted me, "Merry Christmas." His voice was loud, very loud.
I looked at him for a moment and smiled back. "Merry Christmas. I'd like some vampire movies," I told him in my normal voice. He kept looking at me with the same smile on his face as if I hadn't said something right now. I cleared my throat and repeated myself a bit louder this time, "I want some vampire movies."
This time his eyes lighted up in understanding and he said, "I forgot my hearing machine at home today." Again, his voice was very loud.
I repeated myself in various pitches, but he failed to understand me completely. I sighed in defeat and started looking around the displayed DVDs in search of what I came here. After my futile attempt of searching for fifteen minutes, I gave up and tapped the old man's shoulder to gain his attention. I thought of making him understand the genre of movie I wanted, by doing some actions, like the game of dumb charades.
When I had his attention, I pointed towards my teeth and made fake fangs with my fingers. His face was still blank, showing lack of understanding. I did the action of biting someone and licking my lips like devouring the taste of blood, like vampires must do. I was so into the character. I watched as his blank face changed to that of realization and I sighed in relief. Too soon, his expressions changed to that of disgust.
"Kids these days! You should watch Home Alone today and not this," he told me in his loud voice, disgust dripping from his every word. With that, he went inside some door behind him.
All I could do was look at the door from where he went away in confusion. 'Maybe he was not fond of vampires and their movies.' This was the only thing I could think of.
He came back with a brown colored paper bag in his hand and something wrapped neatly inside it. He kept it in front of me and wiped his hands with a hand towel kept near his table. I stopped myself from laughing at the man's weird behavior. He told me the bill amount and I nodded silently. I picked up the bag before paying him to check the DVD he had packed, but just as I was about to open it, he shouted at me, "Don't you dare open that thing here and spoil my Christmas."
Automatically, I flinched at the loudness of his voice and took a step back. I raised my hands in order to calm him while he glared at me through his thick glasses. "Okay, okay," I said and took out the money from my wallet and kept it on the counter in front of him. Avoiding the looks of agony and disgust that he was giving me, I picked up the packet and cautiously went towards the exit door. I turned back to look at him and asked one question that had been bugging my head since last few minutes. It was the only explanation of the entire confusing scenario that just occurred here. Only that could explain his disgust and anger towards me and my choice of movie. I asked him with my eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "Are you a werewolf?"
I was not sure if he heard me or not, but he again shouted, "Get lost! Don't show me your face again." I ran outside the shop and rubbed my forefinger one by one in each ear, to open the closed curtains.
Around five, I ordered pizza just before Kim reached my place. I welcomed her inside and made some popcorn. I reminded myself that I had to take her phone from her in some way and delete my humiliating video.
"So, what movie did you get?" she asked, sitting on the couch.
I scratched the back of my head and muttered, "I don't know."
She looked puzzled at my answer and I explained her entire scene of the DVD shop. At the end she laughed at me and the question I had asked the old man. She opened the brown paper covering. "Why is there no movie name and movie poster on it?" she asked, holding the DVD cover in her hand. I took it from her and flipped it to see each side. Nothing was written on it. "Maybe his werewolf side dominates even at the name or sight of vampires," Kim offered and I chuckled at her response.
I inserted the DVD in DVD player and made myself comfortable on the couch beside Kim, leaving considerable distance between us. I pressed the 'Play' button on the remote which was in my hand and the movie started playing.
First, the name of the movie popped up, written in bold red letters, but the name left me perplexed. It was a movie named, 'Cookie's Trip to Fame'. I had never heard of a movie by that name.
No other names of the cast members came up. In the first scene, a girl dressed in very skimpy clothes entered an office. Her skirt and shirt were not fulfilling their prime purposes. She sat across the man who was eye-raping her.
He asked her, very suggestively, "What can you do for fame?"
She smiled even more suggestively and purred, "Anything." With that, she stood up and started unbuttoning her already malfunctioning shirt.
My eyes popped out of the sockets and instantly, I pressed 'Stop' button on the remote. I ran towards my television screen and took the DVD out of the DVD player.
'What the hell?' I ran my hand through my hair and took a few deep breaths. I turned to look at Kim, who had a thoughtful look on her face. "Um... I promise, I had no idea-" before I could say any further, she cut me off.
"I think, the girl was the vampire," she told me, tapping her finger on her chin thoughtfully. "Put it in, I want to see what happens next," she said, like I was some idiot who was scared of making her watch a vampire movie and stopped it, so that she could not see the sight of blood on their fangs.
'What the hell is wrong with this girl? Can't she understand what this movie was? Couldn't she understand that the old man mistook my blood licking acting as licking something entirely different? Ah, now his weird behavior makes sense,' I thought.
"I'm not putting this back. The whole idea of watching a movie is really bad. Let's do something else." I suggested desperately.
She started laughing and said with disbelief in her tone, "Don't tell me you're scared of Vampires."
"What? No!" I exclaimed.
"Then put it in," she told me, challenge in her voice was crystal clear.
"No," I told her again, trying to put an end to the conversation.
She stood up from her seat and asked angrily, "Why?" Her stubbornness was not letting me do what I wanted to do.
"Because it's not a vampire movie, its porn," I told her and watched as she meekly sat back on the couch and pressed her lips together.
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6th January 2016 - Edited! :)