Exotic Dancing Monologue

Shame, embarassment, humiliation, self-loathing, loss of respect and remorse? It was the female who was meant to feel all of those emotions after a night of regrettable sex, a random hook-up or a drunken one night stand, not the guy. However, as Stuart stood at the door next to Sofia, with a hopefull expression painted across his face, everyone of those emotions flowed through him at her respond to his request for another date. And they hadn't even had sex on their first.

If he'd felt two inches tall after the accident only a moments before, now he'd shrunk even further, and again, looked for that hole in the floor to fall through. The bitch. He'd only attempted to patch things up, and there was no need for her to mock him for it. The male

Not that was in a particularly happy mood, but it broke the silence of the still night hair, and allowed Preston to take his mind off the 'appointment' he'd just had. A complete waste of time. He'd just spent two hours with a ditzy blonde, named Candy Stripes; no really that was her given name; an ex-freshman who'd decided that, on turning twenty-one, Exotic dancing would be her chosen career option, and had dropped out of College to commence work at a local club, with the classy name of 'Bottom's up; a bikers bar and rumoured mob front, in which Prince Henry had just spent $100 dollars for some private time with

A relationship which, apparently had ended badly, so Prince though she'd at least be worth speaking too, however all she could tell him was no more than he already knew; there was lots of drugs, booze and bills at the parties, but had no idea where they came from; and had left when she offered to say anything he wanted, and even testify in court, if he paid for her breast enhancement surgery.

A complete waste of frigging time, and Preston regretted that he hadn't called the meeting off, and instead, invested his time in Sofa White. Just as she'd entered her mind, his eyes had lifted from the ground in front of him, at the sound of a click, and he stared at the figure of a woman exiting the men's dorms. Could it be?

Her figure was recognisable, even in the darkness and Preston stopped to stare as he confirmed to himself that was, Sofia, and his face screwed up in confusion, and bewilderment, and his attention darted between her and the dorms. What the hell was she doing there? In the men's dorms, at this time of night. Didn't she say she had no boyrfriend? Just a friend. Or something else? Why didn't she mentioned it at coffee? This was becoming curiouser, and curioiser, however the man thought it prudent not to press the woman too hard for