Here's another short story I made, only
this one I'm proud to say was actually published by my campus magazine Papercuts! Apparently my entry was chosen out of 87 other submissions!
Okay, I'm done massaging my ego
Black Suit in Love Black Suit is in love.
Every night he comes here, always dressed to the nines with that immaculate three piece (black) suit. He looks like a guy who should be bathing in a Jacuzzi with a gorgeous woman in one hand and champagne in the other; yet night after night he comes here instead.
Here is a seedy strip-joint in a seedy part of town with seedy regulars; the room is dark and smoky, suspicious types gather in the corners like some sort of fungi, and every surface is caked in a thin layer of grease and food and sweat and shit.
A guy of his stature appears lost in this kind of place, most might expect him to wander over and ask the worst mugs in the place for directions like some know-nothing tourist.
But I know why he comes here, why he rubs those thousand-dollar elbows with the scum of the Earth.
He comes here for Nala.
She’s the main event around here, she’s the reason this place even keeps in business.
Most come to gawk at her, to stare and whisper silently in the darkness as she works the pole with the best of them.
Others come to hassle her for who she is, most of the time they don’t even make it past the doors before they’re tossed. But occasionally one makes it through and throws a beer bottle or a few harsh words before the bouncers lay hands on them.
Black Suit is one of the few; ones that are aroused by her wild nature, switched on by her strangeness, her animal appearance.
The lights dim and the spotlights hit the curtain just like last night and the night before that and the night before that. The curtain pulls aside and she prowls onto the stage; instantly the room goes as silent as the great vacuum of space.
Wrapping her long legs around the pole she begins her routine, swinging and dipping, you can feel the heat coming off the crowd as they watch. She licks her fingers and places her hand between her legs and growls softly.
Her tail twitches.
Nala is a Moddie, a genetically altered being brought into this world for some unknown purpose. Covered in sleek golden brown hair with a strip of white going from crotch to jaw she glows in the low light, her triangular feline ears swivel like radar dishes atop her head, pure gold eyes smolder seductively.
Part human and part lion Nala is, though I don’t know why. Frankly she pays the bills and gets the crowds so I don’t care.
Black Suit sits silently, thanking God for this miracle of the 22nd century; this lioness.
Black Suit is in love.
