Time with Daisy

The club had some slow, sensual music playing as I assumed it would. The over powering smell of perfume and Vodka had me feeling dizzy. Ordering a drink and sitting back at the table with my friends as we eyed the girls. They were all on the stage spinning around poles, climbing up them and posing, trying to get as much money as fast as they could. If they had on more clothes they could have been professional pole dancers instead of strippers.

It wasn't really my place to hang out. I was lanky and wore glasses while everyone else in here either was an old guy, or a guy wearing a suit pretending to have a lot of money. There were a few younger people in here too, couldn't be older than 18.

"You know, they're really easy. Most of them are uneducated." My friend Zach whispered in my ear. I didn't want to judge them, but it was hard not to. "Matt, the whole I'm working my way through med school thing is a lie. They tell you that for more money." It made me shiver with disgust that Zach knew so much about strippers.

"Probably shouldn't guess that about them all." I spoke up. It was wrong to judge people, and strippers are just people.

"C'mon Matt, you don't really believe these girls will become nurses, do ya'?" He asked, taking a drink from his beer. "Half of them are probably in their dressing room snorting cocaine."

"I'll prove you wrong. Not all of them are drugged up out of their mind and here because they're uneducated."

Zach put his hand in mine and we shook on it. "I'll prove you wrong." For someone who enjoyed strippers Zach was a real jerk to them. But he was the one paying them.

A tap on my shoulder had Zach and I looking up at a pale girl with purple hair.

"Hi I'm Daisy. May I interest you in a dance?" Her voice was soft, but also high pitched sounding like a child. Her big blue eyes and pouty lips made her look even younger.

"Uh... Sit down." Zach made room for her in the middle of the seat and she nodded her head, sitting between us.

"I'll need a drink or tips if you want me to sit with you." She bluntly said. We ordered her a drink. It was obviously going to be watered down. "So? A dance? Or are we just going to talk?" She asked, taking a small sip of her drink.

"Why are you here?" I asked. Her smile faded.

"Why? You're not trying to be my superman are you and 'save me'. Because I'm not looking for a man. I'm here for money." Her voice was harsh but still the same high pitched voice.

"No, just want to know. Curiosity is getting the best of me." I defended. I understood that the girls must have a ton of guys coming in trying to 'save' them.

"Well... I'm not very smart. I didn't even graduate high school. I had nothing. Coming here I get paid well and put food on the table." She explained, looking back and forth between Zach and I. I could see the smirk on Zach's face forming. "I figure if I continue working here I can go to beauty school at least." I felt guilt wash over me. Her smile returned. "Tip!" She cheered. I groaned but handed her a 5. "Anything else?" She asked.

"Do drugs?" Zach blurted out. She looked offended with her mouth hanging open.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"It's ok. And no I don't. I'm trying to get out of this place as soon as I can. But you owe me a 50 for asking that." Zach handed her the money as she smiled proudly and I laughed. "And what are you two charming men doing here?" Placing her hands on top of mine and Zach's, she crossed her legs. I didn't think it'd be so easy talking to a stripper, but she was cute.

"Boredom." Zach spoke up, drinking his beer again.

"We're meeting some friends actually."

"Well, call me over if they want a dance." She smiled politely. "But, if you guys aren't going to pay me to dance, and I'm fine with that. It's actually been nice. My feet start to hurt in these shoes." Daisy pointed to her platform heels. "Thank god I only have to work three times a week or else."

"Or else what?" Zach questioned.

"I'd be jobless and broke." Daisy answered almost instantly. I didn't know if this was her being sincere, or all an act but she scored a 20 from me. "Thank you."

"So... Are you interested in beauty?" I was interested in her, and I knew the more I got to know her the more I'd get attached to her. It was her job after all.

"Hmm." She tapped her nails on the table. "Not really, but I don't want to be a stripper forever. Sometimes I wish that a man would come in here and sweep me off my feet. But I know it's not going to happen, as much as I want my Cinderella ending, it won't happen." Ouch. I wanted to console her but the no touching the strippers rule was still very much so in place.

Zach's phone vibrated on the table alerting him. "The guys are waiting outside, lets go." Zach got up giving Daisy another 20. "Thanks for talking." He didn't even look at her as he rushed away.

"I'll see you, well probably not because I don't go to strip clubs. Bye." I waved walking away from Daisy. She smiled and waved to us as we left. There was that attachment. Maybe it was just a human quality where you feel bad for someone in a shitty situation. She seemed alright, like she had some part of her life together, goals at least.


Zach and I had a routine of going around to every club that we could find on a Saturday night, getting as drunk as we could and going home not remembering the night.

On the balcony of this certain club was were the illegal substances were happening. Smokers came here to 'smoke' while they pulled out pills. I went up with Zach who was just smoking, watching the streets. I could barely breathe on the balcony with all the smoke erupting from people. I turned to go look for a smoke free spot and saw some purple hair.

"Daisy?" When she turned around her face was full of worry and shock. She excused herself from the group of girls she was with and grabbed my forearm, pulling me to the end of the balcony with no one surrounding.

"Never do that!" Daisy scolded. "I can't have people knowing." She crossed her arms pouting.

"Sorry, I didn't realize. I don't know why I did that." It was the truth. I didn't mean to yell out her name, I guess my obsession with her had grown significantly.

"It's fine. But it's Charlotte."

"Charlotte?"

"My name!" She raised her voice. "I use a fake name when I'm at work so guys don't stalk me on social media." I nodded. I was a little embarrassed that I didn't think of that beforehand.

"Having a good time tonight?"

"Could be better. My friends just came to get fucked up."

"Char!" One of her friends came over. "What're you doing over here?" Her friend stood between me and her. It felt like her friend was protecting her from me.

"Just talking to..." She trailed off. She never did get my name.

"Matt." I finished.

"Yes. Well, Matt it's rude to steal people away." Her friend stood up straighter.

"Lee, it's fine. He's fine." Charlotte explained putting her hands on her friends shoulder.

Her friend Lee sighed, relief on her face. "Ok, well call me if things do get out of hand." Her friend left, back over to the group of girls Charlotte was with.

"She is something." I couldn't be mean to her friend, but she was intimidating for someone who was a few inches shorter than me.

"I'm sorry, Lee makes sure the guys I'm with aren't going to hurt me. Now, is there a reason you pulled me away?" She leaned on the railing of the balcony, me joining her.

"Not really. Just surprised I saw you here." I looked at her face as she watched random people on the street.

"I'm surprised to see you again. You were actually fun to talk to, and I'm not just saying that because you gave me money just to sit around." She giggled covering her mouth. "Thanks for the drink by the way, it was watered down so I didn't even taste the alcohol."

"I figured. Can I ask what you wanted to do with your life?"

"Sure. I wanted to teach. But things got too complicated when I was 14 and I didn't really focus in class. I wish I did. What do you do Matt?"

"I work at a coffee shop, hoping to own a bar one day though." She nodded her head.

"Sounds good."

"If I ever do my own my own bar, I'll hire you." She smiled at this.

"Thanks. But I don't think I'd be able to live being a waitress." It was my turn to laugh. I stifled one chuckle out.

"I guess you're right." She nodded once again.

"I'm not allowed to date customers." Her blue eyes met my brown ones. I don't know why I felt saddened by the statement. It hurt. "I know you didn't stalk me, but you're a customer and I can't date you."

"I wasn't going to ask you out, I just enjoy talking to you."

"Oh." Her eyes returned to the street as I stared at her pale face.

"I'll leave you alone, your friends probably want your company and Zach has probably finished his smoke by now." I said as I stopped leaning on the railing. "Bye Charlotte, it's been a pleasure." She grabbed my hand, holding it tightly.

"Bye Matt. I've enjoyed talking to you too." And she leaned up and kissed the side of my mouth. Smiling up at me. "If this is our last conversation ever, I've really enjoyed it. I hope you achieve your dreams." She walked back to her friends who were all piling into the club laughing. Zach joined soon afterwards asking where I had went, I made up a lie saying I went to the bathroom and ran into some friends. I think my heart just broke.