Mike was dressed in a light blue button down shirt and black slacks. The other guy, Paul, was the guy who kicked Kent's ass in the gaming competition. He was more on the heavy set side, he spent a lot of time in front of the console. He was dressed in a gray button down and dark jeans. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed back neatly.

We rode around for twenty minutes, entering the outskirts of the city. My tattoo had healed enough that it was no longer bandaged and on display to the world. It flashed Kent as I lifted my hands up and danced in my seat to the loud music still thumping the leather seats.

We stopped in front of a building lit up with lots of red and pink neon. "Pussycat Palace" flashed through the window.

Mike grinned as he leaned over me to look out the window. "Yes!”

I pushed Mike back with a grin. "Too close to the goods, man!"

Kent’s curiosity was piqued, and he too sunk down in his seat as he tipped back his beer, emptying it.

The limo driver opened the door so we could all climbed out. I was first, followed by Mike. Paul motioned for Kent to get out and followed after him. I stood at the front, the pink and red neon casting a glow on the guys’ faces.

Kent looked up at the sign and then his eyes fell on me a little grin on his face.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to the entrance. "Come on, dammit, we have a lot to do tonight!"

"Fine! I'm kind of scared to know what you guys have planned."

Paul and Mike flanked us. I let go of Kent's hand once we stepped into the strip club. It was dark, the stage was at the very back of the large space and it was illuminated by lots of hot lights. A thin large-breasted stripper was already in her thong shaking her booty for the money that paid her bills. The smell of sex and stale beer was heavy in the air.

"Me too." Mike mumbled and then stumbled to the front of the strip club. "Have you ever been to strip club before, man?"

Kent shook his head at Mike. “Never have been, no. Guess that's why I'm scared." He laughed nervously.

A waitress dressed scantily with cat ears approached us with a tray on her hand. "You guys have a seat at an empty table and I'll be right with you." I nodded and then leaned in to say something in private to the waitress. The waitress assessed the three guys and then looked back to me, nodding. I punched all the guys on their arms and then led the way to a dirty table that was right in front of the stage.