Destiny looked down at the bottle briefly and then turned and fled Larry's office.
"Get her! Get that bitch and bring her back here!" Larry yelled to Gloria.
"Yes, Larry," she said, taking off after the panicked stripper and no longer looking dazed.
At least that worked on Gloria, Larry thought, as he tried to alleviate the pain he was feeling between his legs. He looked over at the old man in the chair. He was still asleep, just as he ordered him to be. After he regained his composure, he decided to work on the old man. He needed him to make more of the chemical. And maybe he could even order the old man to show him how to best condition people. But for right now, he just sat on the floor, massaging himself.
Destiny ran as fast as she could through the club, but high heels were not made for running.
"Come back here, you bitch!"
It was Gloria's voice. Oh god, why is Gloria calling me that? Destiny thought. She's my friend. She looked over her shoulder and saw the other stripper chasing after her. Her eyes burned with fury. Why was she acting like that?
Destiny kept running, trying to get away.
