Tips & Abductions - A Screened Word Story (Adults Only)

I know this would’ve seemed like a most confounding and unseemly job for me to pursue, but what else could I have done before I came here?

I used to work on a regular basis at the local library, and I had usually done my duties over at the children’s section to watch over the children as they frolicked about throughout the room, and greet those who came in, like their parents.

However, that all went up in smoke when I snuck out while the kids were having fun. I asked a friend of mine to sneak me a quick joint for me to puff. I’d been on a rehab for several years up to that point, and yet my body could just barely have resisted the urge for one quick puff, even if it was only on an occasional basis. I made sure to keep it outside so I wouldn’t have allowed the smoke and its foul smell to creep their way into the library.

Little did I know that one of my coworkers would’ve walked into the children’s section and caught a whiff of it himself. Apparently, I did not close the door all the way shut like I meant to. As soon as he caught that one whiff, he recognized the smell and noticed it coming from me. At that point, since he knew I was on rehab too, that was when all the good work I tried to do for the library had come to an end.

I should have known better than to give into my instincts and desire for what I meant to avoid for quite some time, mostly because I wanted to do what was right for my husband, Michael. He and I have been married for almost five years, and after having gone out for so long, I just could not for the life of me have done anything to let him down.

After going through many local newspapers and catalogs, I almost came up short on potential job applications that would’ve rocked my boat.

However, that all started to turn around when I noticed one job opening that seemed to be up my alley. You see, I used to be a model when I was in high school. I liked to have photos taken of me when I wasn’t busy with my studies or my friends, but the pressure of having to maintain my petite image for the photos started to take its toll on me, I thought.

And that’s what got me going on my marijuana addiction. I kept thinking that just one puff would’ve been enough for me to alleviate my stress and help me go through my photoshoots with ease. I didn’t think that I would’ve become that drawn into the marijuana and I decided to hop into that at the cost of my potential modeling career.

What was I doing wrong for me to have lost two different jobs? And all because of what I thought would’ve helped me get better?

As I was saying, the one job I found that would’ve been up my alley, for better or worse, was to be a stripper at the local strip club. The idea was that I would’ve volunteered as a pole dancer and given visiting men their business and pleasures with all the physical dancing and company I could have offered them.

Now, that’s not to say I didn’t hop into this right away. I did have my husband to think about. I loved him too much to do anything that’d hurt him like I did when I flushed my library job down the toilet. But at the same time, he didn’t have to be the only one to get money for both of us.

I gave it some thought and felt determined to take the job, but I had to be very careful about how to break the news to him so that he’d understand why I settled with this. It was only a week after that when I finally broke the news to him.

So, I told him about the job, and also about my history as a high school model…wannabe. I never told anyone this, not even my husband, until that moment. I was expecting him to feel like I’m betraying him even further that I should have. To my surprise, however, my husband responded to what I planned to do with a more dumbfounded look.

To say that he was understanding would’ve been too generous. He did understand what I tried to do a little bit, but the look of concern I noticed in his face told me that he was thinking of my well-being.

“Honey,” he told me at that moment, “I want to say that I’m proud of you for finding a new job you’re willing to take on. But don’t you think this would be a little too overwhelming for you? There’s a difference between modeling for photos and modeling for actual people. Aren’t you in the least bit concerned about all the other men who will want to snag you for themselves?”

“I do have some concerns about that, sweetie, that’s true,” I assured him. “But as murky as the waters I’m about to trickle in would be, I’m still gonna keep hoping that the odds of anyone wanting to hunt me down are slim.”

We would have both continued the conversation had it not been for a faint crackly buzz I heard blaring from inside his pocket. “Excuse me, Vicki”, he told me. “I have to take this.” Then he wandered over to the other room to go about his business before we said anything more. What mattered was that, when we got back to talking about it, he and I agreed that I’d take on that job.

Fortunately, in the case of this opening, the modeling experience I had as a high schooler was considered decent enough to land me this job. I was expecting more qualifications to apply for this job, but as long as I was a good fit, that didn’t matter. However, what I did remember reading from the job application that it required some physical capabilities when it came to pole dancing and other such activities. So, I had to work out at the nearest gym for several weeks on end so I could’ve have been in good enough shape to pull off the stunts expected of me when I went on my first job.

When I started my first shift on the job, it was a bit daunting at first. Usually, I was very proud of my body, and even I would’ve admitted that I flashed by mistake on several occasions. But it would’ve been a lie to say that I was too immodest to care. I did keep up appearances, but I was also too proud of my body to not show off when given the appropriate opportunity. And in this case, I knew that I had to be more daring than that, and I’ve always wanted to do something more daring. So this seemed like as good an opportunity as any for me to get a head start.

One weekend, I picked up on what moves to do and how to appease the men who paid top dollar to see me, meet me, and intermingle with me. While the pole vaulting was a bit of a chore, as soon as I practiced some of my moves and whatever grips I could have pulled off with it, whether it’s with my hands or my legs, that’s when I finally started getting the hang of it.

As for the men who came to visit me, I was generally indifferent to whoever came to see me. All that mattered was that if I did anything that would’ve really blown their expectations out of the water, that meant extra tip money for me. So, I had to wow them somehow, whether it’s through my movements or through our conversations.

Most of them were pretty gentle and kind. The others were pretty sleazy and each a bit of a snob. I honestly found it intriguing just to see how many men there were out there who cared about either the body or the mind of whatever women they spoke with. Maybe both.

However, the one that’d rubbed me the wrong way was this one guy who seemed to be really slick, handsome and well-carved. He seemed like he had my best interests at heart, but I couldn’t have explained it. There was just something about this guy that seemed a little too interested and invested in me. Brody was his name, and for all his witty remarks, some part of him seemed like he was too hungry for any semblance of pleasure that he could have gained with me. Plus, I didn’t remember one occasion where his breath didn’t reek of alcohol.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he would’ve said to me every time he stopped by. “What is a foxy lady like you doing out here at this time of night?”

How I did my business was none of his. So, I simply said to him…

“All I can tell you, my friend, is that some circumstances led me where I ought to be. And if I have to settle here, then so be it. That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of it, though.”

“Of course not,” he replied. “With every woman I meet along the way, they always treat me like dirt. They had taken pride in stabbing me in the back with all their underhanded antics and all their desperation to make their own way. You are different, though. You are something else.”

Normally, I would’ve been flattered, but whatever compliment he made, I always found him leaning towards me at every notion. It was usually him making the moves, and not me. In this circumstance, it left me uncertain as to who’s being overwhelmed more, me or my customer.

But that’s not the only problem I’ve had at the strip club.

I also remembered before I got a little excited at the job that my husband’s and my fifth anniversary was a couple of weeks away. One of the first things I hoped to do with the money I planned to make here at the strip club was to surprise my husband with a nice gift.

You see, my husband’s a football fan, and among his favorite teams were the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos. In fact, the only other time I saw him being actively excited was when they faced each other off at the Super Bowl, and I’ve always heard him talk about having a soft spot for Washington. With that in mind, I planned to surprise him with a Seattle Seahawks jersey for him to wear. They had it where they could’ve had anyone’s name on the jersey and I could’ve handed it over to him. Even though they said they could have chosen the numbers, I decided to have fun with it and went with number five.

That, and even though I scored some tips with my customers before, there were some cases where I was given bigger tips than the rest. It’s the bigger tips that I was hoping to score so that I could have given my husband the gift that I felt would’ve best suited him, among other things down the line.

However, one day, near the end of the month, just when I thought Brody was starting to mellow down as he kept attending the strip club, that’s when he started to really do it.

During that moment, when he stopped by, he did more than just plan to visit me. I noticed him making his way onto all the other strippers who were doing business with the other men and went the extra mile by attempting intercourse with some of my coworkers.

I was appalled by his actions, so I immediately lunged ahead to drag him away from the my coworkers so I could have had him for myself, if you will, and also to protect my coworkers from being subject to any harm he could have unleashed all over them. “Get off of her!” I heard myself screaming to him.

At that moment, I felt a huge slap on my face. And when I glanced back up at him, I noticed him point a pistol at me. I was scared stiff. I felt my body freeze, unsure of how to respond to him, and everyone else was, too, as soon as he flashed it.

“Don’t tell me what to do, bitch,” I heard him say, “She simply made for good practice. You would make a better wife for me than mine ever will, and once I get my hands on you, you’ll be my perfect replacement. You’ll also be the perfect mother to nurture my kids with.”

“You’re insane,” I said.

“Not one word or I will drag you myself.”

At that moment, one of my coworkers leapt up from behind him and pinned him down. His pistol went off, and the loud shot pierced its way across the hallway. The screams around me became louder, and everyone scurried, but it didn’t sound to me like anyone got hurt, thank God. At that moment, I noticed one of the other customers quickly dial 911 while I heard Brody struggling to break free after being pinned down. But after moving around, he worked his way up, flung the stripper off the floor, and I felt his hands grab me on my arms and carry me outside. I tried to break free, but I had no such luck. Even when my coworkers attempted to break me free, I found myself being whacked against him like a baseball bat.

Brody’s got bigger muscles than I thought he would’ve had. That made the odds even worse when I was dealing with someone so brutish.

I was flung into the back seat of Brody’s car, and I felt his foot pressing hard on my back as he grabbed by wrists and tied a rope around them. However, I noticed a couple of police lights blaring in front of me. I was blinded for a minute by them, but as soon as I saw the lights go on, I knew that those had to have been the cops that the customers called. I even recognized the first cruiser that came along, and I was genuinely very tickled.

But Brody noticed those, too, and he attempted to make a break for it. I seemed hopeful when all the police officers who got out of the few police cruisers that stopped by blockaded the passageway out of the parking lot in an attempt to stop him before he made a break for it.

Unfortunately, I instead felt the car driving at full speed like it didn’t matter whether he was gonna run them over or not. Thankfully, however, I noticed the police officers quickly run to the side before the car hit any one of them.

“You twisted bastard,” I said, “You’ll be lucky if none of these police officers catch up to us.”

“Shut your mouth! You are mine. And there’s nothing anyone will do about that. I know my way with the cops, just like I’ve known my way with the woman who let me down before, and I would rather die than let you free.”

Just then, I heard a gunshot go through the window. Fortunately, the bullet only went through to our right. It only punctured the two windows of his car. And in an instant, Brody quickly whipped his pistol out, stuck his head and arms out through the window and started shooting.

Back then, I heard the gunshots continue from behind us, only they weren’t piercing through the car anymore. Instead, I heard the bullets go far beneath the car, like they were aiming for the tires. Next thing I knew, I heard a big pop underneath me. One of the tires went out, I thought. Then another pop went off. I became a little scared we were going to crash, but at the same time, I felt a sneaky relief that we were going to be stopping soon enough before Brody could have gotten away with it and with me, too.

After a very loud screech behind me, the car slowed down until it came to a slow and no less loud halt.

After throwing a fit in on the steering wheel, Brody then lunged out of his car and attempted to tackle one of the people behind me. But while I heard the scuffling going on outside, I untied the knot bound on my wrists, and I had to carefully pick out the rope with my teeth as carefully and quietly as possible before Brody heard me.

The scuffling stopped as soon as I was able to finally loosen the ties that bound my hands together. Once they came loose, I quickly got out of the car, but only through the driver’s seat because the rest of the doors were locked.

I quickly ran up to the one of the police officers who was there, and I noticed a couple more standing nearby, but no one else. It seemed like maybe they were able to finally maintain Brody and take him away before he took me away.

“Thank you very much,” I said. Then, the police officer turned his head around and responded with the little nod that I’ve known too well. “I’m just glad that you’re safe, Vicki,” Michael said.

The two weeks that followed were enough for me to have gotten over the shock of being nearly kidnapped. At our anniversary, I finally presented to Michael the gift I had saved. It was wrapped up in a nice box with a big bow on top. It seemed just right for a fifth anniversary gift.

We were nearly finishing up our drinks at Olive Garden and waiting for our dinner to arrive. And that was when I took the time necessary to surprise him with the gift while we waited. As carefully as he could have, he unraveled the bows and ripped open the paper, not to mention stuffed them inside his pockets. He didn’t wanna make a mess.

And that was when he finally saw what I had been saving for ever since I started my job at the strip club.

This was probably the happiest I’d ever seen him ever since we became husband and wife. At that moment, without saying a word, Michael put the box on the side of the table, got up and wrapped his arms around me tightly with a huge, hard embrace.

“Thank you so much, honey.” I heard him whisper into my ear.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” was all I could’ve said. “Anything for you.”

“Speaking of which, ma’am, would you and your husband please take your seats? Your dinners are ready for you.” I heard another voice say.

And then we both got ourselves situated and seated with our mouths beginning to water.