Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Heartbreak Hotel (2)

It was around midnight as we arrived at Heartbreak Hotel. A place where men get pleased and women are desperate to get jobs.
You earn very good money, doesn't matter if you're working as a prostitute, a stripper or just being there for a good lapdance.
They have everything and they serve everything. No matter what.
You're only allowed to get in this establishment if you're well known by a very lot of people, or know how to pay them ladies like queens.
Welcomed are both sides.

We walked along the red carpet that lead to a king size double door where a very muscled, tall guy was standing.
He stood there with his arms crossed over his heavy chest, looking carefully and close at everyone that wanted to join the 'velvet heaven', that's how visitors and guests descripe this place.
His eyebrows lifted up a little as he saw me, giving me a quick nod as he openend the clip of the golden chain that was spread across the entrance.
"So, you're well known here?", Martin asked me by surprise.
"Sure", I said. "I don't have trouble to come in here, Trey knows me well".

I first discovered the Heartbreak Hotel when I was in highschool, walking around with my friends, looking for a spot to enjoy the evening and for partying.
We were courious about it, and my friends always teased me for being the only virgin in the group so we decided to celebrate my twenty first birthday in there.
We surely couldn't get in at first, we didin't had any money nor were we famous in any way.
But as our music became more popular and the people slowly recognized and treasured us and the things we did and the music we played, it wasn't that hard to join.

One evening after a gig in the Backyard 80's Club, just around the corner, I decided to try my luck and walked towards Trey, who was casually standing there like every other night, eyeing everyone who tried their best to get in.
I took my courage together, playing it as cool as possible.
The alcohol I drank right before we finished our gig helped me a little with my confidence.
Keeping my hands in the pockets of my jacket, stopping right before him.
No words has been spoken as he eyed me up and down.
It felt like he stared at me for hours, as finally, he nodded at my nervous self, opened the chains and let me in.
I was so proud and felt so adult at this moment that no one ever could stop me from now on.
I was overwhelmed by the decoration, the lights, the girls and the whole place. So I payed them a regular visit every now and then.

"What do you want to drink, guys?, I'll pay the round", Frank told us both while taking a seat on the bar.
"Vodka shots and two beer for me", Martin said making eyecontact with one of the girls walking around here.

"Good evening Mr. Jackson", Chelsea said, brushing my chest soft with her fingertips, catwalking past me with a quick wink, making her way to the bar where she ordered several drinks.
She is one of the waiters here, serving drinks and small talking with the guests.
I love the way she wears her light brown almost blonde hair with the dark blue parts on the lower half of the lenghts.
Mostly put in a ponytail as single stains hanging loose on both sides where her bangs end.
It perfectly fits her face with them blue eyes and her little freckles all over her nose and cheeks.
I smiled at her, she was wearing this stunning dark crimson negligé, transparent mesh covers her upper half and ends just shortly under her buttcheeks.
"I'll get a gin tonic please", I said sitting myself next to Frank, still having my eyes on her back as she walked away.