Unhealthy obsession

Her name was Aura. She was a Dancer for a club in Texas. She looked like a porceiline doll with a body like a supermodel. She had no competition at the small-time strip joint. Which was how she liked it too.
His name was Jesse. And he was a cocky motherfucker. The whole world revolved around him...or that's what he thought. There wasn't a girl he couldn't have.
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Aura let out a giggle.they all melted before her, as she shook her little ass for the paying perverts sitting in chairs, surrounding the stage. Easy money, to her it was the best thing. She slid her thin fingers through her silky blonde curls. Giving a big smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a big cowboy fucker stand. Without warning, she turned. Grabbing a beer bottle from the unsuspecting man in front. Cowboy, was coming at her. He jumped onto the stage, five guys blocked him. It didn't work. Aura, having been dancing for three years, took a step back....waiting. This motherfucker is drunk as shit, she thought. Her move was quick, she slapped the bottle against the pole, breaking it, jagged. The stupid man, came at her. Fist slinging, she ducked. Digging the bottle into his thigh. twist, release. Big boy fell, clutching his leg, squalling....

The police came just minutes after, followed by paramedics. Aura didn't worry, she had the right to defend herself. The guy was a creep, who knew what could've happened. It wasn't as though she had a bouncer to help her. One negative of the small place. There was no protection against these guys. She watched as the ambulance took the badly injured man off. After this incident she wondered if she should continue working the bar. She brushed the thought from her mind, "good money" she thought instead. With a smile, she turned heading for the door, to get her things. Sighing.
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Jesse, sat at a table, tracker in front of him. Bingo! A shout came from across the room. He turned slightly to find out who had taken HIS money. He frowned, A young looking girl, with blonde hair was laughing, holding up her card. He noticed her fair skin, and full pink lips. He sighed turning back to his thirty dollar tracker. 'What a piece o' shit.' he thought. Jesse stood, making his way to the men's restroom. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring the view. 'shit I am hot' he messed with his black hair, running his fingers through it stratigically. One would've thought he was going to start making out with his reflection...he didn't. Just turned and left, briefly pausing to look back.

He strutted back to his table, glancing at the deli. The blonde stood, talking to his sister. 'Who is that girl?' He wondered. Staring. She was laughing and playing with one of her curls. He sat back. His eyes moving to the back of the girl's jeans. 'Nice ass too.' He found himself mezmerized by such a beatiful female, She obviously didn't live in his little town. He would know. He knew all the females. "Speedy coverall is next, the cards are a dollar a piece" the caller said over the intercome. Jesse stood. Walking to the deli...