Wonderland After Dark

In Wonderland, you have to know your place. It's the hottest strip club in town because we all know the parts we have to play. Take me, for instance. I'm Derek - D for short. They say I'm "Director of Security," but I don't put stock in fancy titles. I'm a bouncer. The meat. The muscle. You start something in the club, touch the girls, act a fool, and I bounce you out the door. Simple as that.

Everyone comes to Wonderland looking for something. As head bouncer, I’ve seen it all. But all that glitters is not gold, and what you find is seldom that which you sought. For the new girl, it was the spotlight. The money was nice, but Kelly was there for the thrill of the dance and the feel of eyes on her body. She also had an “oral fixation” she was all too keen to exercise.

Wonderland isn't just a strip club. It's a home for the wayward, abused, and forgotten. So when Carmen showed up looking for help, I couldn't turn her away. I'd known her a lifetime ago. I was head bouncer at Wonderland now, but before I'd been a stunt cock in her grandmother's porn movies. At the time, Carmen had been a teenager with an unhealthy fixation. Now, here she was all grown up, even more beautiful, and just as fixated. She'd pissed off some very bad people and needed a place to hide. I wanted to be the hero in her story—to save her from the big bad wolf.