Walter, The Male Stripper

I feel my blog 4 entry is long enough and this short story/update deserves its' own space. Hence, why it has its' own post. Enjoy!

**WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT**
1. Walter, Age: 32
2. Male Stripper
3. Always sleeping with women
4. Wants to become famous
5. An artificial intelligence will be created and humans will have to scatter across the Galaxy.

My dream has always been to see myself on this big projector. I sit in this quiet movie theater, very aware of the last few dollar bills I have in my pocket from my Saturday night. I work at “Balls to the Walls” male strip club every weekend and it’s usually more than enough to provide for the rest of the week and to pay my mom the rent money. I only pay twenty-five dollars a week to sleep in my old room at my Mom’s until I can make it on the big screen. My name is Walter and I am a thirty-two year old male stripper. I say it to myself and it sounds like an Alcoholics Anonymous introduction. I shake my head and mutter to myself as I stand up, leaving the blonde bimbo I brought with me more dumbfounded than when I found her. I zip my jeans back up, pat her on the back of the head and whisper,

“Good job sweet tits, now I gotta bounce.”

She looks at me, gaze inquisitive, wipes her lips, shrugs her shoulders and then turns to stare back at the movie. The light of day seems so harsh after being in that dark theater for however long it took to bust a nut.

When my vision finally adjusts I notice two other women, brunette and a redhead. I let my gaze and imagination wander on the redhead. I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes. I snicker to myself as I walk down Main St. when I notice at the shop across the street, all of the television’s turn on simultaneously and a news report starts broadcasting an emergency bulletin. Apparently, some experiment went wrong and now they want us to remain calm as an artificial intelligence invades our world while we try to evacuate to another. Did I just hear this bitch right? She wants us to go to another planet? I listen closer and try to pay more attention to her words rather than her chest. But, damn that rack!! Not just another planet. She said the first 50,000 people to get to NASA can hitch a ride out of this Hellhole, and then what?! Did she just say we’re going to be scattered across the Galaxy? The fuck does that mean?!