Page 1 of Stalking Christmas

Chapter 1

Santa

The wave of obnoxiously bright, strobing lights and thumping music hurts my head, and forces me to grit my teeth from sensory overload. My eyes slide across the patrons of this shitty establishment, that smells like a combination of puke, piss, and stale beer. I hate this fucking dirty city, why am I even here? I down my first shot of scotch, savoring the cheap taste, and the burn in my throat, before chasing it with a gulp of beer, the need to get completely wasted trying to sway me away from my desire for control. The laughing hyena to my right is pissing me off, ashe sloshes his drink all over the bar counter, and gropes every stripper and server that walks by.Pathetic.

If I cared about human decency, I would crack my knuckles across his fat, ruddy face or, better yet, take the bottle of beer in my hand, shatter it on this worn-out, sticky counter, and use it to slice his fucking neck wide open, and watch as all his blood spills across this tacky floor. Good thing for him that I am not, in fact, a decent human being, and I don’t give a shit about others.

My eyes wander around the strip club, with its dirty white and scuffed platforms, and neon signs imitating naked dancing girls, along the walls. One even looks like she’s putting a cock in her mouth if you squint the right way, it might also be a microphone she’s singing into, but I prefer my version better.

Floating cages hang suspended from the corners of the room, and sway with naked women gyrating inside of them to the raunchy holiday music. Who the fuck strips toJingle Bells?

My eyes keep moving as I take another sip of my beer, cataloging the VIP area with its rich burgundy-colored booth, that’s corded off to the left side, and the semi-sheer gold curtains that have seen better days, that block off the private dancing areas. There aren’t many in that section, but I wouldn’t expect there to be. No one with real money or taste would be caught dead in here. If you looked up seedy in the dictionary, this establishment’s image would be right next to the description, with a health hazard warning.

My eyes return to the stage as the lousy DJ slurs his words, and announces another stripper dressed as a naughty elf. This one’s name is Candy.Pfff,there is no originality left in the world. I snort as I look down at my own pathetic Santa costume, and scratch at the itchy white beard across the lower half of my face.My dad’s a fucking asshole for making me wear this shit.

“She’s hot, right? For forty, she’ll blow you in the men’s washroom, but she’s got to take out her fake teeth first. Irecommend it, buddy, she gums your dick like a fucking champ.” The drunken hyena slaps my shoulder hard, as his voice gets even louder above the horrific version of ‘Santa Baby’that’s currently playing, and he slams back what remains of his drink.

Rage instantly rises within me at his touch, and I have to take deep breaths to talk myself out of murdering this fucker, in a packed strip club, in the middle of downtown Boston. “Don’t touch me again, or I’ll break your fucking hand,” I grit through my clenched teeth. I down the second shot of scotch in front of me, the burn helping to soothe some of the scalding fury within me, and I squeeze the glass for dear life, trying to force myself to keep my hands to myself. He’s not fucking worth it, even if seeing his blood would improve my mood.

“Not very festive, huh?” He tips his head to my costume and releases a cackle. I ignore him, and once again permit my eyes to trail over the drunken inhabitants of this fucked up establishment. I need something, or more like someone, to either fuck hard or spill their blood, maybe even both. The itch in my veins is rising like the intoxication inside of this cesspool, and with it, I know it will be only a matter of time before I snap. I can’t do that here, I can’t allow myself to be reckless, I’m too exposed.

“Girlie, give me another drink, and don’t stinge on the pour. While you’re at it, let me feel those pretty tits; if you do, there’s a twenty in it for you.” My momentary perusal for a victim is paused, while I follow the line of the hyena’s stare to behind the bar, where a new bartender is pouring drinks for a group of suits hanging out at the end of the bar. She ignores the hyena’s slurred, lewd comment, and continues pouring, before carrying the drinks down to the trio. I watch intently as one of the ‘stockbroker’ fuckers tries flirting with her, and she shoots him down with a polite smile.

The guy grabs his chest dramatically, imitating that she’s crushed his heart, while his buddies laugh at him. She shakes her pretty auburn head and smiles demurely, coming back over to us and pouring the drink the hyena is still loudly demanding. “Here you go, that’s ten dollars, please.”

Her voice is soft and melodic despite the racket in the club, and I sit back and take in her features. She’s got beautiful dark brown eyes with amber flecks, behind full, thick lashes, high cheekbones sprinkled with adorable freckles, and a pouty pink-stained mouth. She’s wearing the barely-there club uniform. A snicker leaves my lips against the lip of the beer bottle. Ear muffs would cover more than that purple bra she’s wearing across her tits, and the tiny black booty shorts with hearts across her ass do nothing, but show off her perfect peach of an ass, and long toned legs. I can’t see her feet, but I would bet all the money I have in my wallet that she’s wearing the same clear sky-high heels all the servers are. Like I said, this place is a fucking hazard to your health, and whether you’re a patron, or an employee, makes little difference.

“What about the tits, girlie?” The drunken idiot leans across the bar, as far as his massive gut will allow him, and tries to grab onto her arm, but she remains out of his reach. A scowl mars her pretty face, and her lip curls in disgust, as her chocolate pupils narrow on him. I’m immediately amused at the vehemence emanating from her; she’s just a little thing. No way she could fight off a guy the size of hyena if he decided to get rough with her.

“I’m not interested. Pay your tab, or I’ll cut you off and call security.” She wipes the spilled drink from the bar’s surface, and starts to move away from our spot to serve someone else, after giving him a scathing look. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy hyena picking up his drink and raising it towards his lips, beforehe changes trajectory and throws the full glass of amber liquid at her.What the fuck?

His aim is a mess, and he misses her, but the glass hits the bottles behind the bar and they shatter, spilling alcohol and shards of glass everywhere.What a fucking prick.Her scream is loud enough to be heard above the raunchy music, and gets the attention of everyone at the bar. “You fucking asshole! That’s it, you’re done. You’re getting thrown out of here!”

Hyena breaks out into a chortle, laughing so hard tears are running down his pudgy face, and snot comes out of his nose.Fucking gross, asshole.Some of us are still trying to enjoy our shitty drinks.

I can see the burly Asian bouncer heading in our direction, and I can’t wait to see this fucker get thrown out of here. I might even help the guy break a few of his bones. Not because I care about what happened to the bartender, she’s not my problem, regardless of her nice ass, but because he’s been irritating the shit out of me for the last thirty minutes, while I tried to drown my fucking sorrows in peace.

“What’s happening here, Chrissy?” The guy, who’s built like a tank, questions the pretty bartender, and she motions to the mess behind the bar.Chrissy, that’s a pretty name; it rhymes with pissy, like this whole situation and my life at the moment. What a fucking mess, the situationandmy existence. “This asshole refused to pay for his drink, was propositioning me, and when I turned him down, he threw his drink at me.”

“Listen, bitch, me and my good friend Santa here were just having a few drinks to relax, and celebrate the season. You didn’t have to be a fucking, uptight cunt. Your tits are probably shit anyways.” Hyena motions to me, and almost falls off the stool he’s precariously straddling. “Right, buddy, she’s an ugly bitch anyways. Better looking pussy in this place, fuck her.”

“That’s it, both of you are out of here!” Asian‘He-Man’scowls before grabbing onto hyena’s arm and ripping him from the stool, while the drunken fool swats at him, looking like a mosquito about to fight a lion.Jesus fuck, this guy is a mess.

“I don’t know this fucker. I had nothing to do with what happened to her.” I motion to the bartender, as she uses a bar cloth to wipe at the small cuts on her arms from the shards of glass. Hmmm, that’s a pretty shade of red she’s now wearing. Would she bleed so prettily if more of it was to be spilled? My mouth begins to salivate, with the desire to run my tongue along the cuts on her arm.

“They were chatting it up since I took over for Trish. Look like friends to me, and I want them both out of here, Angus.” She gives me an angry glare as Angus comes around the bar, places his massive hand on my shoulder, and squeezes. “Come on, Santa, time to go.”

“What the fuck? I didn’t do anything, I was sitting here having a beer. I don’t even know him.” I shrug off his touch, my blood pressure rising, and a red haze beginning to rise behind my eyes. I hate being touched without my permission. This fucker is a few seconds from me shoving this bottle down his roid-filled throat.Control, don’t lose control, too many witnesses.I force myself to take deep, even breaths, and visualize pushing this fucker’s head underwater.One, two, three... breathe.

“I don’t give a shit, you’re both trouble, and you’re leaving now.” Angus steps back as hyena falls off the stool, and then proceeds to try to crawl between other patrons’ legs, to try to get away from him. “Oh fuck, this asshole is just pissing me off now.” He blares into his headset mic, and I immediately notice a few more bouncers heading in our direction. Fuck, this is about to look like a nasty version ofWrestlemaniain here, and I have no intention of getting my ass beat for that lush.

I turn my furious glare back to the bartender, who’s watching all of this go down with a mixture of horror and satisfaction across her face, her arms crossed against her chest, causing her pretty tits to squeeze together. “You’re making a mistake. I had nothing to do with him, or what he did. I don’t know him.”

I give her a chance to correct her mistake, to apologize to me for ever thinking I would associate with someone like that dipshit, but instead, her pretty lips go into a straight line, and her milk chocolate brown eyes glare back at me with wrath. “I don’t care, I want you fucking out of here, asshole.”

She turns her back on me just as I am grabbed from behind by a massive gorilla of a man, and hoisted right off the stool. I lose sight of her as I’m shoved, and manhandled, toward the entrance of the club, along with hyena, who’s got two bouncers forcefully carrying his drunk ass out.

With one final look back, a malicious grin crosses my face. Well, it looks like I’ve found my next victim to play with. She’s going to regret falsely accusing me, and having me thrown out of here. First, though, I have a hyena to split open from chest to asshole, and coat the alleyway with his guts. I’m about to give the rats their holiday dinner.

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