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- Why?!
- Her hair is not that pretty.
- Why?
- It's not.
Really? You wanna hit that?
That cheesy little cunt?
Not my type.
Why?
What's that?
What are you saying?
No!
You want your mommy?
Your mom is fucking dead.
- Morning, Megan.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine, thanks. How 'bout you?
- Good.
Sir.
Sir, I understand that.
Okay. Okay, but yelling is not
gonna make it any better.
Okay.
Okay, you do that.
Okay. Bye-bye.
- Hey, Megan.
- Good morning.
Can you come into my office
real quick?
Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?
Yeah, just come on down.
Okay.
We're gonna...
I'm gonna have to let you go.
I mean, business hasn't...
Why? Did I do something wrong?
No, you didn't
do anything wrong.
We-I just gotta
make some cut-backs.
I think it's best
if you go today.
- Wait, I don't...
- Take the rest of the day and...
you know, relax.
I mean, you're a bright girl,
and I promise I'll give you
some good references.
- You do a great job, I just...
- I have bills I have to pay.
- Are you serious?
- I'm sorry.
I mean, you're-you're wonderful.
Don't worry about it.
You'll be fine.
Hey babe, it's me.
I know you are probably
busy with work right now.
I just really wanted
to talk to you.
I just got fired
from my job, again...
of course.
Just
call me back
whenever you get this
or-or just come on over.
I know you said you were
going to come over later so...
But either way
I'll see you later.
I love you. Bye.
Babe?
- Yes.
- Harder! Harder!
Yeah.
Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck!
Megan! Fuck! Megan!
Damn it.
Fuck. Okay, okay.
What the fuck? Are you serious?!
Okay, Megan. Calm the fuck down.
Oh, my God!
Listen.
I honestly don't know how
you didn't see this coming.
I mean, after everything
that we've been through,
it just started adding up.
You should've known.
Josh, I did not see this coming.
You're fucking my roommate?
How long has this been going on?
So... are you gonna finish here?
- 'Cause I'm not finished.
- Oh, my G...
- Fuck you, you fucking slut!
- Megan! Megan.
Megan, chill out.
Seriously, it's okay.
Chill out?!
You're fucking my boyfriend and
you're telling me to chill out?!
Here's the thing, sweetheart.
You're not one, but you're
two months late in rent.
Consider me fucking Josh just like
a sweet little eviction notice.
Should probably get one of maybe
six things that you have here
and get the fuck
out of my house.
You're house?
You mean the one
your daddy pays for,
- just like your credit cards, your cars...
- Megan.
- No. And everything else?
- No, it's okay, let her go.
Is this because
you don't have a dad?
All right.
Megan... just go.
That's it?
I'm gonna let you handle
this situation.
That's it?
Just go?
I honestly don't see
any other option right now.
Megan.
What?
Just... take the money,
and go to a hotel,
or just anywhere else
besides here.
Bye, Megan.
Hey.
Oh, nothing.
You'll never believe
where I am right now.
In a shit-bag motel
in the middle of nowhere.
Oh, no.
No, I can't wait to tell you
all about this.
So...
I come home from work earlier...
only to find...
Josh, my boyfriend
that I told you about.
He was...
He was fucking my roommate.
Amanda, are you sure
it's okay that I come?
I just... I don't wanna
be a burden, you know?
Okay.
Well, hey...
I'm gonna try to get some sleep.
I just want this day to be over.
I'll probably wake up around...
maybe four or five
and head your way.
Yeah, I'll probably
get there around noon,
like one o'clock?
All right.
All right, well,
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right. Bye.
Boo!
Holy shit, I missed your face!
Say hi to SnapChat!
Oh, my God, stop.
I look like shit.
How are you?
We have so much to catch up on!
Put your bag down.
I see you have win over there.
I do. You're gonna need it.
Welcome to Georgia.
It can't be any worse
than Louisiana.
I tried to call you earlier.
I got turned around in some shit-hole.
I know, I'm sorry.
I was at the gun range.
- You were at the gun range?
- Yeah.
Yeah, we do have a lot
to catch up on.
We do.
I think Bobby just wants me
to be able to protect myself,
but I think he's just
into Charlie's Angels.
- Okay, well, who's not?
- Yeah.
Holy shit! You live here!
Yeah, Bobby does pretty well.
Wait 'til I show you the lake,
though.
We're gonna be
working on our tans.
So, wait, where is he now?
He's at work, as always.
What does he do?
You never told me.
He's a GM of a club.
- What kind of club?
- A tits and ass club, okay?
- Yeah.
- How do you feel about that?
I mean, we live here.
I can't complain about that.
Yeah, he must be gettin' paid.
Yeah.
- What is with his hair?
- You don't like it?
- No. Why do you...
- I think it's sexy.
Oh, Lord.
Did you see what I tagged
you in, by the way?
No, I don't...
What? On Facebook?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, no, I don't have Facebook anymore.
Dude, I tag you in shit
for a reason.
- Yeah, it's annoying.
- It was so funny.
- That's why I deleted it.
- You missed it.
Babe! Where's your fine ass?
I'm ready for that blow job!
Look who's here!
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
What's goin' on here?
Just drinking,
a little girl talk.
You like
when I talk dirty to you?
Oh, no.
In front of our guests, babe?
Really?
It's... You know what?
It's actually fine.
I think it's kinda hot.
- Don't encourage him, Megan.
- See?
So, you must be Bobby.
I've heard all the stories.
- The bad ones.
- Good and bad. You know.
- You still came?
- Yeah.
Brave girl.
Very brave.
You didn't tell me
she was so pretty, though.
- Stop.
- Hey, don't get any ideas.
I've already got 'em.
What is this?
- What is this?
- Wine, babe.
- Wine? No.
- Yeah.
Gimme that. Gimme that.
Wine...
We're doing shots.
- Is he serious?
- Oh, shit. He is so serious.
I can't do shots.
- Get ready for this.
- No. I can't do it.
Are you ready for some vodka?
Good luck.
Megan doesn't usually do that.
You know what?
You make mine a double.
Okay.
Ao, wait, when did
Little Miss Boone's Farm
become a vodka shot hooker?
Tonight. You are witnessing
the transition.
I like this girl more and more.
What are we cheersing to, babe?
To makin' money...
and gettin' laid.
- Of course.
- I need both.
Shit.
- I hate vodka.
- That burns.
Yes.
So, what now?
I say movie. Maybe snuggle?
No.
I know what kind of movies
you watch.
You're probably just like her.
You guys watch those shitty
independent horror films
with all the titties,
and the blood, and the sex.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- What's wrong with that?
- Exactly.
Not my cup of tea.
Sorry, guys.
Fine.
Actually, I think I'm gonna
go to bed.
It's been a really...
long, shitty two days.
Which which wing
of the house am I in, again?
I don't remember.
That's right.
You are in the southeast wing.
- Southeast wing. Okay.
- Yeah.
If you want, can get you a map.
Hey, Bobby?
Yes?
Can you try
not to keep me up tonight?
I know how loud
this one can get.
Go to bed, drunk-ass.
I think she wants us
to keep her up.
You think so?
Maybe after some more shots.
Oh, my God. We are not
drinking that much ever again.
I feel like shit.
- But it was fun.
- Yeah.
Good morning, lovebirds.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How do you feel this morning?
I feel fantastic, actually.
- You look good. Where are you off to?
- Thank you.
I'm gonna go look for a job.
Why not hit the ground running?
Yeah, good for you.
Babe, I told you to tell her
I have a job for her.
And I fuckin' told you she's
not working in a shit-hole.
- Really? Shit-hole?
- Yeah.
Remember, this shit-hole
is the reason
you can swipe your goddamn
debit card every day,
goin' to get your manis
and pedis
and whatever the fuck else.
Are you fucking
kidding me right now?
Do you wanna tell her about the
girl you're sending dick pics to?
Let's talk about that one,
Bobby.
That was a year ago after two dates.
What the fuck?
I don't fucking care.
You guys can go ahead
and talk about that.
I'm desperate, honestly.
I have a job for you.
No, Megan.
Bobby, I fuckin' told you,
we're not talking about this.
I told you already.
- Where are you going?
- To take a shower.
Don't worry, I don't need
your debit card today.
Well then, eat a goddamn bagel.
You can choke
on your fucking bagel.
I will finish her bagel.
So...
Amanda told me...
that you work at a strip club.
Okay, yes. So, here's the deal.
- I'm not asking you to strip.
- Okay.
We had a cocktail waitress
bolt on us a couple days ago,
and I figured
since you bartender...
you can make some extra dough
slingin' some drinks.
At least until you
find something better.
Okay, s...
I'm not gonna have to be naked
or anything, though, right?
No, no, no, no, no.
Fully clothed... unfortunately.
I mean, I do really
need a job right now.
Desperately.
Look. I tell you what.
Come with me tonight,
meet John, he's my partner,
and we'll go from there.
Shit, okay.
I'm serious, though.
I'm not taking my clothes off.
It's not happening.
- No, I get it. I get it.
- Okay.
Trust me, okay? Trust me.
But...
this... doesn't work.
My clothes?
It is a strip club.
You gotta dress sexy.
- Okay.
- Here. Tell you what.
Here.
Take this, you and Amanda
go have, like, a girls' day,
go shopping...
I suggest tall boots.
Bobby, no. This is way too much.
I can't take this.
It's fine. It's money.
Somethin' to play with.
Have fun.
And for God's sakes, bring
Amanda back in a good mood.
- Okay, I can do that.
- Please.
I can do that. Thank you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Where do you think you're going?
What are you doing?
Please! Why are you doing this?
What did I do?
You know what you did,
you scrawny little bitch.
I didn't do anything!
You come into my club
for two days,
and you start
running your mouth,
and talking shit about me?
I am gonna teach you a lesson.
I didn't do that!
Please stop lying to us!
Yeah, stop lying through
your pretty little teeth,
or I'm gonna cut 'em outta
your pretty little face.
What do we do now, guys?
Watch.
Good shot, Carmen!
My turn.
Are you guys really
gonna kill her?
Let me see.
Listen, new girl!
You're either with us...
or you're against us.
Yeah, so let's find out...
fresh meat...
one of us?
Now bash her fucking skull in.
That was fuckin' awesome.
Yeah, looks like you got her.
Is she dead?
Ding dong, the bitch is dead.
Knife, please.
Why?
Because...
this pretty little thing...
has such cute teeth...
you know she had a dentist...
and they keep records
of that shit.
Oh, yeah.
What are you gonna do?
Cut her DNA out, too?
You think you're
so fuckin' smart.
She's twitchin'.
We got a twitcher.
Maybe you should hit her again.
Can I?
Naw.
We'll just let her bleed out.
I'm telling you,
I fucking hate this bitch
with a burning passion.
I mean, she already has
four fuckin' kids.
We called that, though.
We called that
in high school, remember?
We did.
So, I wanted to talk to you...
about this job.
Please don't take it
because you wanna...
impress Bobby.
I'm not tryin' to impress Bobby.
It's not about that,
I just-I really,
really need money right now.
Like, I'm completely broke.
I don't expect to live
in your house for free.
Megan, what pisses me off
is that you know you can.
Like, just get back up
on your feet.
- That's all I'm saying.
- It's just a job.
I mean, I...
I'm a waitress at a strip club.
It's not like
I'm actually stripping.
This place is fucking strange.
I don't even
want Bobby working there.
Why the hell would I want you
working there?
Tell you what.
What if I just work one night?
Okay.
Don't say I told you so.
Anyway, I'm gonna start
getting ready, though.
You wanna fuckin' die?
Go in that house.
Go in that fuckin'...
Stupid bitch is gonna
go in the house.
Fuck, she's... She gone.
Stupid bitch went in the house.
She dead.
Fuckin' stupid.
How do I look?
Hey!
You're kinda making me
turn lesbian,
I'm not gonna lie.
- Good!
- Yeah.
Hello.
Damn! Damn is right.
I think that, you know,
maybe we should just forget work
and the three of us go upstairs.
Oh, yeah? You'd like that, huh?
- No.
- Just a thought.
You're in the doghouse, babe.
Anyway...
You ready for your first night?
Yeah.
Kinda nervous, but let's do it.
- Wish me luck.
- Don't be a whore.
Babe, thanks for the kiss!
Love you!
Bye! Have fun!
Bye.
- Bobby, what's up?
- 'Sup, man?
Hey, this is the girl
I was telling you about,
Megan, for the cocktail job.
It's very nice
to meet you, Megan.
Hi. John, right?
Yeah. With a J.
Have a seat. All right?
Hey, I'll bring her back out
when we get done talking, okay?
I got it, okay?
Thank you, Bobby.
Cool.
So, Megan...
Tell me why you wanna work here.
Well, to be completely honest
with you,
I... just really need a job.
The last couple days
have just been... really...
Yeah, Bobby told us.
Told you what?
Just about your rough patch.
Look, everybody goes through it.
Right? You know... So...
Why don't you take this?
There.
What is this?
Just an advance.
Consider it... training money.
You know, most of the girls
really don't make any money
the first, like, couple of
shifts that they do, you know,
not until they get the hang of it.
You know?
Well, I-I can't take this,
though.
I haven't done anything for it.
Bobby said a lot of really good
things about you, all right?
You seem like a good egg,
and we need somebody.
Last girl we had flaked out.
Yeah, Bobby told me about that.
So?
What do you say?
Wanna get started?
You mean tonight?
Why not? No better time
than the present.
Right?
Okay. Sure...
Do I need to fill out
any paperwork, or...?
No, no, no, no.
We don't mess with any of that bullshit.
Well, here... Just do... Here.
- Take this shirt.
- Okay.
Head back to the dressing room.
When you feel comfortable
and you're ready...
come meet me out at the bar,
all right,
and we'll start introducing you
to everybody,
- and get your thing going. Okay?
- Okay.
Awesome. Thank you.
Yeah? My pleasure.
Sarah!
- Megan, this is Sarah.
- Hi.
Sarah's our head bartender here,
all right?
Megan is actually starting off
as a waitress tonight,
so what I'm gonna need from you
is to help her get inclimated
with things, all right?
Can you do that for me?
Can you help me out?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah, cool?
Mind popping me a beer?
She's the best one here.
All right, so if you're
gonna learn anything,
you're gonna learn it from her.
Just pay attention
to what she says
and everything
will work out smooth.
- Okay? All right, doll.
- Okay.
- Take care.
- Nice skirt.
Thank you.
So, I really suck at small talk.
Listen, basically you
just walk around,
make a big circle,
work your way inwards,
and bring your drink orders
to me and I'll make 'em.
Okay. Yeah, no,
I've served before, so...
Great. I'm gonna get you a bank,
and then
I'll show you the computer,
and you're gonna need this.
Okay, thanks.
Can I get you
another drink, sir?
Sir?
Can I get you another drink?
- Vodka tonic.
- Okay.
Really, dumbass?
You have to write that down?
Stupid bitch.
That was awkward.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Just... them.
I guess I should've told you.
When one of the dancers
is sitting with a guy,
just leave them alone.
If they need anything,
they'll call you over.
Okay.
I know, really weird,
but you wanna stay
on everyone's good side here.
Especially Jazz.
She's very territorial over the
guy's that pay for her stuff.
I got $600 tonight
from David in the VIP.
Oh my gosh,
isn't that your regular?
I guess not anymore!
What stuff? What do you mean?
Listen, let's just say
anything goes with Jazz.
She makes
a fucking lot of money.
Jesus Christ, are you
an amateur or something?
Set it down.
That's what tables are for.
That'll be $8, sir.
Have you ever heard of a tab?
It's under Wallace.
It's called a tab.
So you walk
your pretty little ass
to the bar
and you tell them "Wallace."
Think you can handle that,
sugartits?
And take this fucking glass!
- Hey!
- Holt shit. Really?
Why aren't you coming
and drinking with me?
Wha-what are you doing
over here?
Writing lesbian poetry?
Vagina monologues?
- You must be drunk.
- No.
You know this is my thing.
It's how I cope.
Whenever you cope...
it's about your mom.
What happened?
Not much of a mother figure.
Come on, Megan.
You have to at least talk to
her to find out what happened.
No, actually I don't.
I don't really care
to know what happened.
I just don't care anymore.
Fine.
Look, I'm not trying
to be rude...
but, I just... I kinda wanna
be alone before work.
Just to clear my thoughts.
Whatever.
You're missing out on drinking.
It's my day off, you know.
Have fun.
What a long night.
Hope I didn't suck too bad.
How much have you made so far?
Actually I think
I did really well.
Let's see.
What?
Thirty bucks.
Shots?
Thank you.
I needed that.
Oh, shots! Aren't you two cute?
Hey, are you guys
gonna dike out later?
Paint each others' toenails?
Don't fuckin' look at me
like that.
Get me a beer.
Make yourself useful.
Seriously, who's clit
do I have to suck
to get a fucking beer
in this shithole?
Stupid cunt.
Oh, my god, this place
is dead tonight.
Hey, you'll do.
You're comin' with us,
little boy.
Fix your face, new bitch.
Okay, so, spill it.
- What?
- You hate that place.
I told you,
Tease is a fucking joke.
Well, you were right.
I'm just gonna
keep working there
and pray it gets better.
- It's all I can do.
- Yeah.
Well, you're kind of
a creature of habit.
I mean, you let Kevin B.
Cheat on you five times
before you did anything
about it.
Yeah, he broke up with me.
I'm sorry. What?
- Yeah. He broke up with me.
- Oh, Megan.
See? I couldn't even quit that.
There's nothing wrong with...
Hey, Dr. Phil,
can my friend get another drink
over here?
Do you wanna be fucking cut off?
That bitch just rolled her eyes
at you.
Megan, ignore these sluts.
- Sluts?
- Don't make me kick you in the fucking throat, bitch.
- Fuck you.
- Hey, you're that slut from Tease!
How's that beer washin'
that cum down your throat?
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.
Get the fuck outta my face!
- Or? Or?
- Hey, bitch.
I think it's time you better
get the fuck out.
Door's that way.
Take your whore-ass friend
with you.
- Fuck you.
- I'm getting throwed out.
My tab is paid for?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Hey, everybody,
this slut on the end
is giving blowjobs for $7.
Two for $10!
Bye!
You okay?
Hey.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Good.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
You are...
You're absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you.
Well, it's true.
I don't just
throw out compliments.
My name's Mike.
Mike Hodderfield.
Hi. I'm Megan.
Mike's one of my regulars.
He's a good guy.
- Okay. Okay.
- I promise.
How 'bout I'll buy ya...
I'll buy you another drink?
Looks like you may
have spilled yours.
- Yeah, you saw that?
- Yeah.
What do you guys want?
Well, you said
you were about to...
You're about to close up, right?
Fuck that. I'll get you a drink.
Okay, well, just another beer.
Can you make it two?
And two Fireballs.
Fireball? Really?
You better take care of her,
though,
- if you're gonna give her a Fireball.
- You can trust me.
I trust you.
I'll be right back.
- You mind if I have a seat?
- Yeah, sure. Why not?
So, you witnessed that just now?
I did. I did. And...
- Yeah, so...
- Yeah, that was awkward.
Witnessed all the trashiness.
Yeah, that was horrible.
- Here's some shots, you guys.
- Shots. Perfect.
Yeah, you need one now.
Be back with beers.
To a better night.
Oh, god.
Goodbye.
Yeah, starving.
God, you guys made a mess.
- Sorry.
- It happens.
Geez! You guys ready
to get the fuck outta here,
or what?
Megan, if you're ready to go...
Hey, H-how 'bout I take her
to Waffle House?
Did you say waffle?
- Yeah.
- I love Waffle House.
I'll take her to WaHo,
sober up a little bit,
and I promise I'll have her
back in an hour.
She definitely needs
to sober up a little bit.
Do you wanna go
get waffles, Megan?
Of course I wanna get waffles.
I always want waffles.
I'm gonna text you
right when you get there.
You can consider it done.
- Okay, Mom.
- Okay? One hour.
- I'm trusting you.
- One hour.
- Amanda, thank you.
- You're welcome.
- We'll see you in a little bit.
- Take care of my girl.
- Ready?
- Okay.
- She can't walk when she's drunk.
- Come on!
- Here she goes.
- Bye!
Where are we?
You're pretty drunk?
Yeah, I'm kind of a lightweight.
- I'm sorry.
- It's all right.
Come here.
What are you...
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm trying to kiss you.
Well...
Maybe I'll let you kiss me
on our second date.
Second date?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm married!
- Look, look.
- You're married?
- Is this enough?
- Enough for what?
Look, I got 50 bucks here.
I spent 45 on your drinks.
That should be enough, right?
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Look!
I've seen where you work.
I know what goes on there.
Just make it
a business transaction.
You fucking get off of me!
Get the fuck
outta my car, bitch!
Call yourself a fucking cab!
Hello?
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.
Listen, I never had-
I never had a mother.
So, thanks for calling, but...
Okay, are you there?
Okay. You ready?
All right.
It's 1990...
Roswell Trail...
Ashton Woods...
Georgia...
Yeah, thanks.
What are you lookin' at me for?
Clean this shit up, waitress.
These look so good.
What's wrong?
You're not really talking.
What's wrong?
Everything is wrong, Amanda.
Everything.
Okay, Megan,
don't be so dramatic.
What happened now?
Seriously.
Everything in my life
right now...
is shit.
You understand that?
Megan, you're not giving it
time to get better.
I promise, everything's
gonna be fine.
- Here you ladies are.
- Thank you.
- A wrap for you, ma'am.
- Thanks.
- And a salad for you.
- Thank you.
Can I grab you ladies
anything else here?
I think we're good.
- Thank you.
- Y'all enjoy.
Seriously...
How long... is it gonna take?
How many more shitty things
have to happen to me
before my life just
goes back to normal?
I know it's unfair.
You just have to give it time.
There's nothing else you can do.
What time? I'm almost 25.
I have no college degree,
I have no money.
I work at
a fucking strip club...
and my mom just died.
What?
Yeah.
Megan, why didn't you tell me?
It's not like it makes
a difference anyway.
She was never around.
What happened?
I got a call from the facility
she was at, and...
they told me that she-
she killed herself.
Oh, my god.
You know I'm here for you.
Hey, John.
Hi, Megan.
Can I talk to you real quick?
Yeah. What's up?
I...
I wanna dance.
Really?
Yeah, I wanna dance.
Have a seat, Megan.
I mean, I gotta ask.
What brought this on?
Honestly, I'm sick of walking
out of here every night
with no money, so... why not?
Well, I mean, you'll definitely
make a lot more money but...
you know, Megan, this isn't the
easiest thing in the world to do.
You know..
I know.
Some of the guys,
they want even more than just
a dance, you know, and...
are you... are you willing
to deal with that?
Do I have to do more
than just dance?
Naw, you don't
have to do anything...
but you gotta understand
it's competitive out there
on that floor, Megan.
- Yeah, well...
- For real.
Look.
The guys aren't happy...
you're not gonna make any money.
Look, with all the stuff
I've been going through lately,
I think I can handle it.
I don't know, Megan.
I really think you should just
stick to the floor.
No, no.
Just Give me a chance.
Let me show you.
I can do it.
I can do it.
Okay.
But I'm not just gonna let you
walk out there.
Not blindly.
I need to see you, Megan.
What do you mean?
Just stand up for me.
Okay.
I need to see you.
- Right now?
- Right now.
Yeah, that'll work just fine.
Megan, Megan.
What?
What are you doing?
What does it look
like I'm doing, Bobby?
You don't wanna do that.
Trust me.
Look, I do not need this
from you right now.
I got it from everybody else.
I'm making money.
That's all that matter to me right now.
Look, this-
this is a whole other world.
All right?
You're not ready for that.
Look, if these girls can do it,
I can do it.
I'll take care of myself.
Amanda's gonna be pissed.
You know that, right?
Yeah, I know.
At me.
I know. I don't care.
I'm a big girl.
I can take care of myself.
Everyone else is gonna
be happy, though.
Let's get you ready to make some money.
Come on.
All right, guys.
Let's give it up.
Leaving the stage,
that was Autumn
with her first dance
here at Club Tease!
- How you doin'?
- Hi. Good. How are you?
I'm good. What's your name?
Autumn. What's your name?
My name's Cliff.
- You must be new.
- I am.
That was my first stage dance.
Do you wanna be
my first lap dance?
Yeah, I'll pop that cherry.
Okay.
That was decent.
Fuck it.
Thank you!
Wait, wait, wait.
- Yeah?
- How much?
How much for what?
You just paid me, babe.
Yeah, I know that, dumbass.
How much to take me int he back
and get my dick wet?
Oh, no, no, no. Sorry, Craig.
No, I don't do that.
You know what?
I told you my name. Didn't I?
You must be retarded.
My name is Cliff, bitch.
So, how was it?
It was-it was good.
I was kinda nervous, but...
that's to be expected, right?
That won't last long.
You got this.
Just have fun.
Thanks.
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey, girl.
Listen I think you're getting
mixed up in some shit
you don't wanna be involved in.
Okay, seriously.
Why does everybody...
- Keep it down.
- What?
I just don't trust those girls.
Which ones? Who?
Oh, come on.
Carmen, Kim, and Jazz.
I saw something really weird
a couple of months ago.
Okay, can you explain that
a little more?
They get off
on nasty shit, Megan.
I always thought they were
a little off, but...
Just never mind.
No, what... Tell me.
I mean, the other bartender
on the shift
told me that this guy
was being really aggressive
and overly drunk.
Okay?
I cannot believe Kevin
didn't call you.
I know.
He's such a fucking asshole.
Does he have a small cock or a big one?
'Cause I'll call you back.
Did you just try and roofie me?
Wait 'til John hears about this.
- Who the fuck's John, bitch?
- Hey, girl.
What about cocks and assholes?
I'll show you my asshole and
my cock, if you wanna see it.
I might.
Roofie?
I got dollars.
That'll make you squirt?
Or I can come on your bangs
for free.
For free...
Ain't nothing for free
in this world, baby.
Well, I just hope that your
cock is bigger than your wallet.
Let's find out.
So, yeah, he was just
being a dick.
He had been in a few times
when I was bartending,
but this time
it was just different.
Okay, can you-can you fast
forward to the part that's...
Yeah I was walking
by John's office
and John wasn't in there,
just the 3 girls and a customer.
I think his name was... Charlie.
Okay, so, okay,
they were having an orgy.
- Awesome.
- Not quite.
I couldn't see all the
way through the door but...
Has the guy been back since?
No, he hasn't been back.
Okay, well,
he sounds like a dick.
They probably just
roughed him up a little bit,
and... that's it.
Maybe, but please just stay
away from those crazy bitches.
Noted.
Did you actually think that you
could slap this fine ass...
and call these women names
with two fucking dollars
in your wallet?!
Show some respect!
Here's how you do this.
Harder, baby.
Give it to me harder!
Take it harder, motherfucker!
Jazz, where's Pee Wee?
It's in Robin's magic box.
Go get it.
John.
Let's use the corkscrew on him.
No! Hey!
I don't gotta fuck up my
carpets right now, okay?
Why do you get to go first?
Because I go deeper.
Let's see who this fucker is.
Well, well, well,
Charlie Duncan.
Swedish.
He's a fuckin' mick.
Nice beauty mark.
We're here!
Wake up, Charlie!
How's your hole, faggot?
I cannot wait
to watch this bitch suffer.
So, I get to kill him?
It's my turn.
Y'all have killed everyone.
Carmen?
- Just let her fucking do it.
- Yeah, Kim.
You get to kill him.
So how should I do it?
Slit him across
the fucking throat!
You have to cut here,
behind his adam's apple.
I Googled this last night.
And then you have to cut hard.
It isn't easy like it looks
on the movies.
Okay.
I think I got it.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Let's do this properly.
Do you have any... last words?
Please don't kill me! Please!
Please, listen to me!
I have a wife and kids!
I really don't...
Please! Please! Please!
He has a wife and kids!
That's so sweet!
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
He's sorry.
Is your wife a squirter?
Is your daughter a squirter?
Let's find out
if you're a squirter.
Cut this motherfucker down.
So, how did I do?
He's dead.
Looks like you pierced
his internal jugular.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
Hey!
Hey.
John wants to see you
in his office.
For what?
I think it's something to do
with your drawer.
My drawer?
Yeah.
- Okay.
- After you.
She's here.
Where's John?
John's not coming.
You, missy,
need to learn how to watch
your pretty little mouth.
Or at least
have some common sense
and check
beneath the bathroom stall
before you start talkin' smack.
I have an idea.
Let's make her dance.
What?
Dance for us, dollface,
or it's about to get
real painful for you.
Dance, bitch!
That's just awful.
Yeah, it's not really
workin' for me, sweetie.
You need to pick up the pace.
I wouldn't throw her
a fucking dollar.
I dunno.
I'd go for some popcorn.
I'll give her a dollar.
Take your shirt off.
Why are you doing this?
Yeah.
I wouldn't quit your bartending
job if I were you.
Bra, too.
Please, no.
Please, yes.
Lose it.
Yeah, shake it, baby.
Show us what you got.
Please! Why are you doing this?
Lose the skirt.
I just haven't decided...
what I wanna do with you yet.
Your eyes are really pretty.
There's just something so sexy
about those
little white panties.
Yeah, you like that?
Can I do some coke?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
You taste good.
Nice and ripe.
Ladies...
John's not here.
I'm gonna make you look
so pretty!
Scalpel.
Hold this bitch still.
She's squirmin'.
Go for the cornea!
Does that look like
the fucking cornea to you?!
Sorry, Dr. San Diego!
Fucking keep her still!
Keep screaming!
Do you think anyone'll hear you?
Or that anybody would care?
You're right.
She does have beautiful eyes!
She might be prettier now.
If you'd have cut her cornea
she'd be dead already.
Is that brain matter...
Dr. San Diego?
Somebody needs to clean this up
before john gets back.
Dear Megan.
I hope this letter reaches you
and you some day understand
that I'm not the person
you think I am.
I know you have no desire
to see me for what I did.
I used to pray every day
that my baby girl would walk
through the doors to visit me.
As time went on,
and as you got older,
I finally realized my prayers
were a waste
and I came to the harsh reality
that I would never
see you again.
Megan, you have no idea
the pain your father
caused me and you.
You were too young to remember.
Your young mind suppressed
many of the evil things
he did to you,
so rather than hurt you
and tell you the things he did,
I decided to let you have
the wonderful memories of him.
I've come to a point, Megan,
where my life will soon be over.
I can no longer sit
behind these walls
and not let you know
the truth of that night.
I cannot go on
and you not know the truth
of why I did what I did.
Your father was a womanizer.
He was a physically
abusive drunk to me
and he verbally abused me
to the point
that I became...
the drug addict
that you know me as today.
You were just a little girl.
You were my baby girl...
and when I saw him
doing those sick things
to your body...
when I saw him inside of you,
I was left with no choice.
I had to do what I did.
Megan, you will always
be my baby girl,
but if you never learn
anything else from me...
know that someday
you will be faced
with a decision.
A decision so extreme
that no one will have your back.
But know in that time of choice,
that your mother
will be looking over you
and I will never let anyone
hurt my baby girl again.
I love you, Megan.
Love always, Mom.
Holy shit! Why do you do that?
- I got you, bitch!
- You do that every time.
- What's this?
- Jesus.
- What are you doing out here?
- Nothing.
It's just something I've been
thinking about lately.
You're thinking about
going to college?
Yeah, I am.
I mean, I feel like it's time
to finally
get my life together.
- It's about damn time.
- Yeah. I know.
So, which one of these
are you planning on doing?
I was thinking about
the counseling one, actually.
- Counseling?
- Yeah.
Because you're so fucked up
already, right?
Yeah. Is that not perfect?
It's pretty perfect.
I honestly... I think
I'd be really good at that.
Megan, did you see this tuition?
How are you ever
gonna afford that.
- It's expensive.
- It's really not that bad.
So, I figure with all the money
I'm making stripping now,
- I can have that.
- I'm sorry. What?!
Excuse me?
I mean, I told you that.
I told you about that.
Megan, what the fuck?
I told Bobby...
Enough with Bobby. I don't care.
It's none of his business.
I'm making money
and that's all I care about.
That's all that matters.
What? See? You're judging me!
- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
You know what?
I've had your back this long.
Fuck it. Just do it.
Just be careful.
Okay?
You serious?
Just-just don't go
fuckin' people in VIP!
Gross.
I know.
- Hey, there.
- Hey.
Are you new here?
Yeah, it's my second night.
I mean, I've been bartending
for years,
but I'm new to this pace.
Gotcha. Good luck.
It's interesting here,
to say the least.
Yeah. I'm really noticing that.
So, are you and Sarah gonna be
splitting shifts, or...?
No, hun. I'm full time.
So, did they fire Sarah?
I dunno. They just said
they were down a bartender,
and they needed somebody
full time.
Okay.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
Sorry. It's Lauren.
- Hi. Megan.
- Nice to meet you.
Well, gotta go meet the bossman.
Have fun with that.
Thank you.
- Hey, there.
- Hey.
How are you?
How much is VIP?
It's usually 150, but I don't-
I don't usually...
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't even waste your time
with Little Miss Priss,
afraid of dicks.
She's a waitress, so, you know,
if you need somebody
to fetch you another beer,
she's pretty good at that.
Or, actually, you're not even
very good at that, either.
So you think you can handle me?
You think you can handle me?
I think I can.
And that's why you'll
never even be able to afford...
community college.
- Hey, John?
- Yeah?
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
What's goin' on?
So...
The girls...
This is about the girls again?
Yeah, I...
All right, look.
I'm actually on my way to a
meeting right now, all right?
So I just don't really
have time right this second.
Just get back to work,
and we'll talk about it
when we get done after. Okay?
Thanks.
You know what? Other than that,
I really don't see
any other issues
with anything at the bar.
You guys are keeping
everything clean, that's good.
The only problem
I'm having right now...
If your fucking staff
can't start showing up on time,
I swear to God, I'm gonna,
like, flip my shit.
Like, for real.
If you can't get them in line,
then I'm going to find
somebody else that can.
Okay? You got it?
All right, we're good. Thanks.
We'll chat about it later, okay?
- All right. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Hey!
- Hi.
Have a seat.
- How you doin'?
- Good, thanks.
Yeah?
So, a little birdie tell me
that you're thinking
about going back to school.
Yeah. I am.
How did you-
how did you know that?
'Cause I know everything
about you, Megan.
I'm kidding! Relax.
- Bobby told me.
- Okay.
All right?
No, I asked you
in here 'cause...
I wanna invite you to a party.
A pool party that I'm having
over at my house on Sunday.
We try to get together
outside of work
and have a little fun. You know?
- Yeah... I don't know.
- Well, what's stopping you?
I mean, it's not like
we gotta work, right?
Yeah, well...
To be honest with you,
I don't really think
the other girls...
That shit again.
Megan... they're jealous, okay?
This isn't personal.
It's work, all right? Look.
In a few more weeks,
you're probably gonna be doing
the exact same thing
to one of the other girls.
- Well, yeah...
- Come on.
Look. I really want you to come.
Come on. It'll be fun.
Come on.
- Okay, okay.
- Yeah. Yeah?
You talked me into it.
I did just buy
a new bathing suit.
- Perfect!
- So that works out.
That does. That works out great.
Look, I'll text you
the details later, okay?
- Okay.
- So do me a favor.
Get back out there and make me
some money, all right?
Okay. Yes, sir.
Good.
Hey, girl. What's up?
Vodka, please.
Coming up. Having one
of those nights?
I am, too.
Girls here are fuckin' bitches.
Got that right.
So, are you gonna go
to that party tomorrow?
No. I guess I didn't get
an invite to that.
It's probably
because I'm so new.
Yeah, well...
Probably not missing
too much anyway.
It's okay. My boyfriend is
coming in from South Carolina,
so I'll be tied up,
anyway... literally.
- Nice.
- Yeah.
- You enjoy that.
- I always do.
Hey, Megan.
Good try.
What are you doing?
So, this is what Bobby makes
you do to get the debit card?
Whatever.
I spilled my wine, bitch.
But I do have it today
if you wanna go shopping.
- I do need to go shopping, actually.
- Good.
I need an outfit for tomorrow.
Tomorrow? So, what's tomorrow?
Well, John invited me
to his pool party.
He really wants me to go.
- John.
- So I'm gonna go.
So, you're liking
the strip club thing, then?
I wouldn't say
I'm liking it, exactly.
He's just being really sweet
to me,
and I trust the guy, so...
gonna keep workin' there
until I can make enough money
for school.
So, you're telling me
that Bobby was right?
- You're gonna be okay there?
- Yeah.
I hate it when Bobby's right.
Now I owe him money.
So, do you know
if Bobby's gonna go tomorrow?
No, he went out of town
this morning.
So, where did he go?
Frat house reunion...
- Frat house?
- With his little boys.
- Yeah.
- Frat guy?
Yeah, I know.
So, do you wanna
come with me tomorrow?
I would, but I can't.
I picked up a shift at work.
Have a drink for me, though.
I'm a little jealous right now.
I have to be all by myself.
Yeah, but John will be there,
so you'll be just fine.
Yeah, whatever.
So, go shower off your bad
decisions from the strip club
because I wanna go shopping.
- Okay?
- You're so rude.
- You love me, though.
- So rude.
Okay.
- You having a good time?
- I am.
I am actually.
I'll be honest, I didn't...
really think I'd have
a good time, but...
Well, why not?
Why do you think?
I told you not to worry
about them.
Speak of the devil.
Hi, guys!
What can I do for you, Jazz?
What can you do me for?
Look who it is!
My favorite waitress!
Hi, Jazz.
So, you invited her?
Yes, I did.
Is that a problem?
No, I'm glad that you did.
Actually, it's really nice
to see you. You look...
so pretty today.
John, she's so pretty.
I see why you hired her now.
Look at that little freckle
on her nose.
I never noticed that before.
Little freckle on your nose!
I got your nose!
Are you about done?
No... Well, I don't know.
Can I-
can I get you guys a drink?
How 'bout a peace offering?
I work for you now.
What can I get for ya?
You being serious?
Yeah, I'm being serious.
John can tell you, I mean,
I put up a big front, but...
when you get to know me, I'm
actually a really good person.
So, yeah, peace offering.
What can I get you to drink?
I still can't tell
if you're fucking with me,
or not, honestly.
But if you're gonna
get me a drink,
I guess just surprise me.
I'm full of surprises.
Don't sweat it. Don't sweat it.
I mean, like I said before,
she fucks with everybody.
You know? Everybody.
It'll stop.
Will it?
It'll stop. Trust me.
- Trust me.
- I hope so.
I'll take care of it, okay?
I'll take care of it.
Here you go, my lovely.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
What is it?
It's vanilla vodka and soda.
It's good. Try it.
It's not too many calories...
Could you make it any stronger?
Jesus.
But it's good that way.
Right?
Thank you. I appreciate it.
My pleasure.
That'll be all. Thank you.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
All right.
Okay.
Wooh! Swell party, John.
This is exciting.
I don't know. Your date
looks a little bored.
She does, doesn't she?
- Megan?
- Or is she just sleepy?
Megan, you bored?
Well, as usual,
I'm fucking bored.
Bottom's up, waitress!
Jesus Christ, Jazz!
Really?
You couldn't have waited
ten minutes?
I know. I'm so eager.
You know, my cousin, Alan's,
like, obsessed with bottles.
Like, he has a fetish
for bottles.
- Go on.
- Well, you know why, right?
Enlighten me.
Please.
Well...
His dad...
my uncle...
used to fuck him...
and when he would fuck him,
he would just focus on a bottle.
That's why he's obsessed.
So that's why I like armpits.
This is tragically
fucking boring.
John, what are we gonna do
with this scrawny little twat?
Why don't we give her...
a fetish?
Look at her eyes.
Is she dead?
Oh, god.
Would you wake her ass up?
Jesus fucking Christ.
Only bitch I know,
can do ten lines of blow
and still passes out.
It's just getting exciting.
It's just getting exciting!
Your hair's so pretty.
- Why?!
- Her hair is not that pretty.
- Why?
- It's not.
Can I get a turn, John?
Really? You wanna hit that?
That cheesy little cunt?
- Why?
- Not my type.
Why?
What's she saying?
Why?!
Why?! Why?!
Why?!!
Mommy?
Mommy can't save you.
You want your mommy?
Your mom is fucking dead.
You know what?
If you were my daughter...
I'd off myself, too.
Just a failed abortion.
Why?
Why?! Why?!
Why?!
Why?
Why do they always ask that?
Why?!
Because we can!
Would you finish this bitch off?
I'm tried of listening
to her whine.
You're late
for the party, Bobby.
You're missin' all the action.
The fuck?
John...
Is it my turn yet?
Finish her off.
Oh, no.
Hey! Where ya been?
Rough night?
Hello?
Megan, what the fuck
are you doing?
Megan!
Megan!
Do you wanna tell me what
you're doing with Bobby's gun?
John and Bobby
raped me last night.
What do you mean
Bobby raped you?
Bobby's out of town!
You've lost your fucking mind.
Give me the gun, Megan.
You even know how to use that?
I know how the safety works.
You're either with me,
or you're against me. Which is it?
Bobby put a fucking roof
over your head.
Yeah, and he also put his dick
in my ass.
That's what I thought.
Some friend you are.
Fucking psycho!
Hey, Kim.
You came back? Stupid bitch.
Please stop!
Megan!
Please stop.
Please stop hitting me.
Please stop hitting me.
- I'm sorry.
- Please stop hitting me!
- I'm sorry.
- Fuck you.
Surprise, bitch!
Fuck! Megan.
Don't fucking move.
The fuck are you doing?
So this is what you do, Bobby?
You let John rape people
while you're in VIP
getting head from these whores?
Fuck you, all right?
You have no idea what the fuck you're
getting yourself into right now.
You think I give a fuck?
What do you think Amanda's
gonna say about all this?
Who the hell's Amanda?
Shut the fuck up, bitch.
You really think Amanda's
gonna believe you over me?
You know, Bobby,
it doesn't really matter
what Amanda thinks,
I'm still gonna blow
your fucking head off.
Fucking do it.
Fucking do it!
Goddamn bitch, do it!
That's what the fuck I thought.
Amanda was right about you.
You're a fucking coward
and a goddamn piece of shit.
Fuck you!
Megan, put the fucking gun down.
Baby!
Put the gun down, Megan.
Really?
Yeah. Give me the gun.
Megan, give me the fucking gun.
You didn't tell me this bitch
was this crazy.
Never knew. But I know now.
Yeah.
Really surprising.
Sorry that you found out
like this.
It's all right.
You know I trust you.
The fuck?
Amanda...
You lying piece of shit!
Bobby!
What the fuck?
Didn't he tell you
to shut the fuck up?
Please don't.
I should've believed you.
Yeah.
Misty, go.
Get the fuck outta here.
Fuck that.
What the fuck?
She was the only nice one.
Dick pic.
Grab your knife, bitch.
Let's do this shit.
Look who's here.
I got this one.
No, no, no, no. I got it.
- You get the next one.
- All right.
Here we go.
Hey, Mikey. Remember me?
Of course I remember you.
About the other night.
That was...
No, no, no, no. It's okay.
It's okay. I forgive you.
We were both drunk.
Things got outta control.
So, it's fine.
I was wrong. I was wrong.
She's gonna
make it up to you, though.
Yeah, if you'll let me.
Do you wanna...
No, no, no. You stay right here.
Just relax.
Finish your drink.
Relax.
Megan will take care of you.
She looks good down there.
Doesn't she?
Absolutely.
I call next.
Stop squirming.
- The fuck...
- Shut up!
Got a little souvenir for ya.
Oh, come on! You fuckin'...
What the fuck is goin' on?
Hey, new girl,
go, go, get out.
Hey, see that Tom Selleck-
looking fucker over there?
- The one with the mustache?
- Yeah, that one.
Yeah. What's his real name?
Cliff? No, Craig.
So glad it's my fuckin' turn.
Hey, Craig.
Oh, Craig.
My fucking name is...
- Hey.
- Oh, my.
So, a little birdie told me
you like to get your dick wet
around here.
That little birdie
is goddamn right.
Well, I just so happen
to be new here tonight,
so it's on the house.
Don't tease me
with a fucking good time now.
So, I really hope you're not
like that fucking bitch Autumn.
Don't worry.
I'm nothing like her at all.
You have no idea.
I'm about to split that ass
like a coconut.
Sounds great...
Fucking coconut.
What the fuck took so long?
Hey. What? He had whiskey dick.
What, you fucked him?
Well, yeah. He paid me.
I'm not just gonna
take his money, Megan.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Wait, what?
Megan, what did I do?
Megan!
See that bitch right there?
The one going in John's office?
- Dike haircut?
- Yep.
Yep.
I got something special
for him in my car.
Let's go.
Right behind ya.
John, drop me a line.
Yeah?
Yeah!
A bell-ringer.
Why don't you give me
a blowjob first?
Knock knock, motherfucker.
What the fuck do you think
you're doing in my office?
Put your faggot ass down.
Crazy fucking bitch.
Are you out
of your goddamn mind?!
I might be. Just a little bit.
- Hey Amanda?
- Yeah?
Have you met John?
I know John quite well.
By the way, John,
your bitch Bobby's dead.
Bullshit.
The fuck are you laughing at?
I'm just very curious
how this is all gonna play out.
Shut the fuck up, Jazz.
I have an idea.
Stand up.
Fuck you.
I said... stand up.
Get the fuck up, John. Now.
Drop your pants, Johnny boy.
Drop your fuckin' pants, John.
All right.
What?
You want me to fuck you
like I fucked her, too?
Wanna play games, do ya?
Keep going.
I like these games.
Cute panties.
Now bend over.
Gotta be fucking kidding me.
- Fuck you!
- Table, now!
Do I look like
I'm fucking kidding?
Bend over!
John.
And the other one, John.
Nice and tight.
Yes.
You think this is funny?
Think this is fucking
goddamn funny?!
- You think I'm your...
- Come on up.
Fuck!
The fuck are you doing?!
Fuck! Goddamn prick!
Oh, yeah!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Oh, fucking fuck!
- You like that?
- God!
- God!
- He likes it, Megan.
God! Fuck! Stop!
- Yeah!
- Fucking stop!
Fuck you!
Fuck! Fuck you!
Fuck yeah, John.
It's what you deserve.
It's so good.
Like that shit?
Oh, god, when I get the fuck
out of here
I swear to God
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.
You fucking cunt! Oh, God!
- Harder, Megan.
- God!
Harder, Megan!
Like he deserves!
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
God! Oh, fuck!
Fuck you!
You fucking whore!
Fucking whore!
How do you like the game,
Johnny boy?
Good job, Megan.
Good night.
Havin' a little deja vue, Jazz?
Enjoying the show?
She looks cute over here
all scared.
Yeah, she does.
I'm not scared of you.
You should be, bitch.
So, what, am I?
In time out, girls?
Am I being punished?
Something like that.
What should we do to her, Megan?
Yeah, what are you gonna
do to me, Megan?
I've got a little game for you,
coke whore.
Snort it.
I ain't got all day, princess.
Fucking snort it!
Is this my birthday?
I get to snort coke?
Such a terrible punishment.
There you go. Again.
Okay.
Keep going.
You know I do this much blow
for breakfast, right?
- I'm sure.
- Coke whore, again!
Again!
Fine.
Mmh, that was a good one!
- You want some?
- I'm good, babe.
Just a little bit more.
I like it when you talk dirty
to her, Megan.
Come on baby,
you love this stuff.
Keep going.
I do. I really love it.
I love the hair cut, by the way.
Mmh.
Look at your eyes.
She likes it now.
Snort it! Keep going.
- Oh, shit!
- Oh, fuck!
Megan, that worked out
quite well.
I did a good job, didn't I?
How's that feel, bitch?
Well, that was fun.
All right.
Think anybody heard that?
That was crazy!
Holy shit.
I wouldn't go in there, man.
- What the fuck?
- It's kinda dead tonight.
Them bitches bloody
as a motherfucker.
What the fuck?
By the way...
do you think killing's a sport?
So, where to now?
I mean, we got a lot of money.
Vegas?
- Better idea.
- What?
You never met my roommate Beth.
- Shotgun!
- Let's do it.