The moment he got into the room, however, someone grabbed the old man. He turned and saw that it was a woman. In fact, it was one of the strippers he saw earlier up on stage.
"Good job, Destiny," Larry said, smiling. He turned and looked at the old man. "I had a feelin' that you'd be comin' back here, once you found your spray bottle missin'."
"That bottle is mine. You have no right to take it from me."
"And you have a right to turn women into sluts?"
The old man was surprised by Larry's sudden sense of morality, but then he figured that he was just making a point. That if the old man could do something unethical, then Larry could too.
"What are you going to do?" the old man asked.
"Well, I was thinkin' that maybe I could get what I want for free, instead of having to pay you to do it for me. Just imagine. I could turn every woman in this town into a stripper and have them work for me. People from all around the state would come here to see the best strippers around."
"That's very ambitious," the old man said.
"Thank you," Larry said, smiling.
"But you're forgetting one thing."
"Oh?"
"There's not enough in that bottle for all the women in town. And I don't have any more of it."
"But you could make more, right?" Larry asked.
"Well, yeah, but ..."
Larry smiled. The old man didn't like that smile. He himself had had that smile before and he knew what was coming.
He tried to break free from the woman named Destiny, but she had quite a grip on him. In the end, all the resistance didn't matter. He couldn't struggle free and he couldn't stop what Larry was doing to him.
The owner of the strip club brought the spray bottle up to the old man's face and that was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.
