Delirious' P.O.V

I love it!

The way their asses moving front of my face to the music in the background. Those dirty whores would do anything to get a couple of dollar bills. When they do a little show, they climb on their silver poles and swing around effortlessly.

This one's name is Bambi. Her skin is radiant, so perfect and ready for me to touch. She climbs up the pole then swings Landing upside down only Holding On by her legs. When she grabs onto the pool with her hands, her legs open into the perfect split

Showing all of her not special and private Treasures through the thin cotton of her see through underwear. Just as the chorus to the song pace, she turns right side up and swirls down the pole until her pink plastic stripper shoes hit the floor.

She gets on all four swinging her back head of hair in circles. Putting one arm on the black sparkly floor over the other, she crawls her way closer to me stopping here right in front of where I was sitting. A few more brutal moments and her girls would pop out onto the front porch. Face-to-face noses almost touching She ran one of her hands through my hair I slipped a couple of dollar bills and one of the cups of her bra. She jiggled them in my face before she turned around and shook her ass making it clap. Just as a song ended, she walked backstage.

Any other man would be completely hard by now, wishing that she would suck them for even better, fuck them. But not me.

All the other men around me clapped for her, honoring her for her sluttiness. Sandy another girl walked onstage, only wearing underwear with a cat tail attached, cat ears, and her black stripper shoes, she was taller than the girl before. Her breasts were extremely to fake given the fact that they look straight up at the ceiling and where to round to be real. Kitty was her name.

Even though she was putting on her show and her socks are plastic silicone we're bouncing up and down, Bambi caught my attention. She was walking out from backstage and heading towards my way. Before I knew it she was standing front of me asking me, "Would you like a private show papi?"

I noticed she was Hispanic. I shook my head no but she wouldn't take no for an answer so she stranded in my lap. I got a closer look at her face now that the light was hitting her. I could call her beautiful, but she's just a disgusting who are like the rest of them. Her crotch grinding on me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I can make you feel so good baby, you can't even imagine," she said moving up and down on my lap she smelled of cigarettes and cheap beer.

"No thank you," I said looking away.

"Come on papi, I know you want me," she said.

"Please get off of me," I said in the politest and calmest way as possible. The last thing I wanted was her filthy hands all over me.

"Have it your way," she said pulling her bra down and letting her breast slip out before she got up and walked towards another man. The other man gladly took her offer. He was willing to pay up to 100 dollars to fuck her STD filled pussy.

The waitress with a green wig came back to me with my scratch. I gave her the money along with a tip for herself then took a sip from my glass and observed Kitty as she danced.

Bambi or Kitty? Who would be my next victim? Which of these two was the sluttiest, the Dirtiest, and the nastiest whore?

After Kitty danced Bambi went back on stage and danced with Kitty. Both of them rubbing against each other. All you could hear were the horny men around the stage chanting out their names and cheering them on. Who knew. They are almost guilty, just as guilty as those whores. More than have the pigs here are married, some of them even have children, children that they should be tucking into bed but instead they are here watching as two grubby girls rub against each other.

No one's P.O.V

Just as the night ended and the two strippers got off stage, Jonathon made his way out of book strip club. He slowly walked to his car looking towards where the back door of the building was. The first one came out would be the chosen one. That's how he always choose when he had a difficult time choosing.

Out came Bambi. Poor Bambi. She had a black coat on to protect her from the early winter weather of North Carolina. But that cold would be suffice and protect her from him. She rubbed her hands together and blue warm air into them before slipping them into the pockets of her coat. Her transparent pink heels clicked against the concrete floor as she walked towards an empty, terribly lit Alley.

Just as Delirious saw Bambi walk away he instantly turn to follow. Following a few feet behind her, he tried his best not to make a single sound. He Slipped back leather gloves on to his hands. These gloves for two purposes. One, to protect from the cold and two, to not leave a single trace.

the humidity in the air was messing up his black hair And the straps to his Hockey mask was just making it worser. Making his hair not looking so silky anymore. Every other minute he would look behind, assuring that no one was following.

Both of their breaths were visible in the air, that's how cold it was and it was only a few weeks into November. This year's winter is going to be cold, rough, and unbearable, he thought. Much like himself.

Catching up to her he placed his glove covered hands on her mouth muffling any type of noise she tried to make. She pulled and tugged tugged on his arm but he was much too strong. With one hand he covered her mouth while with the other he had her in a chokehold. She smacked at his hockey mask trying her best to find his eyes and poke on them. But poor Bambi couldn't achieve this, it was useless, she was done for, once you had been chosen, you couldn't escape no matter how hard you tried.

He hold on to her tight, his arm wrapped firmly around her neck. Not a sound came out of him, or her at that. How could a girl ever compete against his strength? There was no use so Bambi stopped resisting. Her legs gave up as she slips down he held onto her, blocking her hard fall. During that moment she didn't know her attacker was, she hadn't seen his face. now on the floor, her tears started running down her face. He turned around and faced her while keeping his hand on her mouth.

"Don't cry baby, you know this is the right thing," he spoke. His voice so quiet that she barely made out with he said. Delirious took his mask off, she was surprised by who she saw. The man she had asked to give a private show to was covering her mouth. His face was gorgeous. She mumbled trying to plead for her life. " but Bambi dear, there's no use," he said a smirk forming on his lips. It was the largest most evil smirk you've ever seen. He smirked told you more than his words did. Just a smirk and you knew what he was thinking. Death.

He pushed her so that she laid flat on the cold wet concrete. tears were forming her face but he held no Mercy, no sympathy for her. He didn't care that she had a little sister to take care of or that she was attending college but needed the money to continue paying her tuition; he just saw the words slut, whore, and, prostitute written all over her.

To hold her down he straddled her, the way she straddled him when she was offering him a special private show. " oh little Bambi, one could see you on the street and say, she's so innocent. No one knows the whore you really are," he said running his right index finger down her wet cheek.

Her eyes were full of fear, all she can think was, he's going to rape me. Why are you doing this, she mentally asked.

She watched as he reached into the inside of his jacket with his right hand. Just as took his hand out, she saw a sharp silver knife. The silver of a knife reflected the dim lights around them as he moved it around. She instantly squirmed under him trying to free herself of his insane presents. "It won't hurt you baby, don't worry Bambi," he cooed holding up the knife. Her screams where coming out muffled, no one could hear her.

He slid the knife upper torso ripping the fabric of her shirt, exposing her stomach to the cold air. Not for one second did his smirk disappear. He can just feel the knife piercing into her skin. He had been thinking about it all night long.

Applying just the right amount of weight to her body, he held her in place as he started inserting the tip of the knife into the skin of her abdomen. A diagonal line was his first mark. She winced in pain but he only smiled and continued, creating another diagonal line but this time going the opposite way. Her blood started pushing out, slowly dripping down the line so he was creating. She groaned, turned, kicked, screamed, but like before, there was no use.

The word 'WHORE' was now engraved into her skin. Her tears had rolled down her tramples and completely soaking up the sides. Her blood ran down the letters and he only smeared it around the rest of her stomach. She soon became weak, but before she passed out, he jammed the knife into the pits of her stomach, finishing her off. His smirk was present as he slid The Knife Down enjoying the feeling of moving it inside her. He moved down past her belly button slicing her wide open.

Bambi was no longer Bambi, she was no longer struggling and her muffled screams were gone. He could finally remove his hand from her mouth and continue butchering.

He took his bloody knife out and brought it to her neck. He ran the knife from one ear to the other. Blood squirted everywhere getting his blue hoodie and almost his thin face. He let the blood gush out of her neck, leaning closer to make sure it was hitting him. As the droplets of blood hit his face and neck he dreadfully smiled looking down at the awful disaster he had created. Once he the gushing stopped he pulled a white handkerchief out of his hoodie and wipes his face with it, removing the drops of Bambi's blood then moved on to his knife, wiping a clean. He grabbed a strand of her long black hair and chopped it off with the knife. His souvenir, he placed it into the handkerchief and slip the knife back into the inside of his hoodie then stuffed the then stuffed the bloody handkerchief containing her hair into his pocket.

He casually got up and took one last look at Bambi's lifeless body. Bambi's eyes were still wide open and her mouth was slightly open. He smiled once again before walking away. As he walked he whistled a chirpy tune, elated that he had accomplished the execution of yet another stripper.

He walked back to the parking lot and to his car. No one even noticed the masked drenched man Trust all casual coming from the black empty alley. He climbed into his car, turned it on and drove home, thinking about Bambi. Bambi's blood. Bambi's intestines that he happened to have seen when he sliced your stomach wide open. Bambi's slit throat. The look in her eyes when she saw the knife. It was all engraved into his memory, as we're the other twenty Strippers.

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I warned you, I told you this story was very brutal and a little sexual. There's no happy story I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! (;