Loving A Stripper

LAST YEAR, the couple—Don Crisologo and Donya Ramona died because in a car accident. The clan of the victims then had the opportunity to gather after a long time of staying abroad. After the funeral, Isabella’s family—the couple’s oldest child, decided to return to Los Angeles, California. A night before their flight, Andrius went out of the hotel to entertain himself.Andrius is the youngest son of George and Isabella Novitch. Like the older siblings, Andrius was born and raised in LA. However, he still has the characteristics of a Filipino—he was polite, religious, and assiduous. Though he was a bit mulish, he knew his limitation. After taking a four-year college course, he set up his own business.When it comes to every man's physique, the man was not out of trend. He’s good-looking with an oozing sex appeal. He’s a man a woman could die for. Six feet tall, and with naturally blonde hair.Andrius went out that night because he also longed for his usual LA night. Metro Manila remind

ANDRIUS turned on the stereo as the car he was driving was traveling along the San Bernardino Freeway. As Chuck stay up late last night, he fell asleep immediately. And Andrius had no one to talk to, he had to entertain himself by listening to music.From LA to Las Vegas, it will take their trip five hours, but if he will speed the car up, they can get there in less than five hours. By plane, the travel will only be thirty to forty-five minutes. But Andrius wanted to bring his car, so, he had to endure the long drive.The sun was about to hide over the horizon and the skies turned orange. The weather is cold—that’s why it’s great to travel. He doesn’t get bored even if Chuck ignored him and took into a deep sleep. He was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery of the surrounding. A glowing smile forms on his face as he looks around.After an hour, Chuck woke up and frantically looked out of the car.“Where are we?” asked, Chuck.But Andrius just laughed instead of answering his friend’s q

“LAP DANCE? That’s the last thing I would do,” said Samantha with disgust. She was talking to the manager of Peregrine Club—Bob.A year ago, she left the Philippines to venture into the complex city of Las Vegas. Aside from the money earned, he is more hopeful of finding her father who abandoned her mother twenty-four years ago. That’s the main reason why she was there—to find her father.Samantha landed as an erotic dancer. At the job nature, you can’t guarantee that a guy won’t make a boner. And you can’t avoid belittling and judge by others. But for her, it’s just a job. Her conscience is clean and pure despite her work. The important thing for her was the money she gets from every sway and moves she makes in front of men full of lust.“I’m not forcing you, lady.” Bob puffed as the smoke from his cigarette was like a dragon. He was tall and has a serious-looking face.He then turned around and went to the other ladies facing their respective dressers.“Whew!” Helen—her co-worker, w

A DAY before the concert of Presly, Andrius took a walk in the park. Carrying his camera, he took lots of shots of the scenery. When he felt hungry, he went to an open restaurant.Carrying a tray of cheeseburgers and a large soda, he finds an available seat. He happened to see a woman who is seated in a corner. He approached the woman’s place to partake at the table.“Excuse me. Can I join—” he was shocked when the woman turned around. She’s no other than, Sam. “You!” he put down the tray and sat down in front of her.“Are you following me?” She knocked over the tray of her French fries.He unwrapped his burger. “Why should I follow you? Are you famous?”She frowned, took a deep breath, and pouted. She then looked in the other direction.“And you already said that we’re even. Why do you feel intimidated seeing me?” he asked.Instead of responding, she just sipped on her soda and stood up.Andrius looked up at her. “You’re leaving?”“Yes. I might lose my temper and slap you again.”He

“HEY! What’s wrong?” asked Beatrice when Andrius entered their suite. The woman was only wearing a loose t-shirt.The young man sat at the end of the chaise lounge. Beatrice approached him. she knelt behind him and placed her chin on his shoulder. She licked his ear and inserted one hand inside his t-shirt.Suddenly, he stood up. The woman almost lost her balance. She shouted. “What’s the matter with you?”“Look, Beatrice, I’m sorry. Just give me a little time to hear myself think,” he begged.“Tell me what’s bothering you, then.”He closes his eyes. “Please…” it’s all he could say.The woman then stumps her feet as she walked away and sat in front of the dresser. She combed her hair. Andrius looked at her for seconds before the man went out of their room.The dim light illuminated the long hallway. The surroundings were gloomy. He headed to the lobby. Apart from the old woman sitting and reading the newspaper and some receptionists, there was no one else there. He felt even sadder.H