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Michael's car pulls up to the curb, and he parks and exits his car. Across the road, Trevor Phillips and Tracey De Santa are standing next to each other, in front of Rosy Cheeks, a new strip club that had just opened. couple weeks ago.
"Damnit, Tracey." Michael mutters to himself as he crosses the street to get to the two familiar faces. As he approaches, he notices Trevor keeping his hands on Tracey's shoulder, as if she had previously tried to run away from him.
"Thanks, Trev." Michael says. "I'm sorry you had to bother me."
"Don't worry about it." Trevor sighs, as he lets go of Tracey. Tracey shakes her shoulder as if Trevor had been holding onto her shoulder really tight, and scowls at him.
25 minutes ago, Michael got a call from Trevor, who said that he noticed a familiar face dancing on the stripper pole. Tracey had gotten a job as a stripper, and didn't tell her father. Trevor did the right thing by calling Michael, and forcing Tracey out of the club.
"Right, so I'm heading back in." Trevor stretched. "See you around, Mikey."
As Trevor walked back into the club, Tracey passed Michael and began walking to the car.
"Tracey." Michael called. "We're not leaving yet. Follow me."
"Dad, please." Tracey rolled her eyes. "Stop making this such a big deal. And why did Trevor have to blow my first real job off like that? I'm def getting fired for that shit."
"Stop being such a brat, Tracey." Michael yelled. "What the hell do you mean with "First Real Job"? Do you think sucking dicks for rich assholes counts as a real job?"
"Uh, yeah!" Tracey scoffs. "More real than you stealing all the cash you make. At least I earn my cash properly and legally. And, for your information, there is a no touching rule. People only look, they don't touch."
"Yeah, I know how a strip club works, Trace." Michael sighs. "Now c'mon. Follow me."
"No." Tracey says. "I'm going back to the car."
Michael lost his temper and ran ahead to Tracey to the car, got in and locked the doors. "If you wanna go home so badly, WALK!" He then drove off, leaving his daughter on the street, stunned.
2 hours later, Tracey finally got home.
"You socio!" Tracey screamed. "I practically got raped by three guys on the way back here!"
"Sure you did." Michael rolled his eyes. "Far worse could have happened if you chose to stay as a stripper."
"AACK!!" Tracey yelled as she stormed up the stairs to her room.
"Ugh." Michael exhaled. "That girl is such a brat."
The Next Day, Tracey woke up and went downstairs. There, she found her father and mother sitting at the table.
"Sit down, honey." Amanda sipped her coffee.
"Yes, sit." Michael nodded.
"No." Tracey rolled her eyes. "I have things to do."
"Tracey? Tracey!" Amanda yelled as Tracey left the house. Amanda slammed her hand on the table. "Ugh!"
"Don't worry, honey." Michael said. "I called Trevor and made him talk to the bouncer at that club she was at. She is banned from that place."
"Thank you." Amanda sighed. "Oh, honey, I just wish she would get a real job and be an effective member of society."
"Same." Michael said. "At least she's smart enough to not do drugs."
"You're late." the shady, scruffy guy wearing a beanie. "It's gonna cost extra now."
"No please, I can make it up to you." Tracey said seductively. "Same price and I will suck your dick."
The drug dealer hesitated. "Normally I would say yes, but I need money today. Plus it's fun charging you bimbos extra and watching you squirm."
"Ugh fine." Tracey pulled out her wallet. "Just take it and give me the meth."
"Ha!" the drug dealer counted the cash. "Pleasure doing business with you, whore." The guy ran off.
"Finally." Tracey laughed as she dropped to the streets and began to snort the meth. "Oh that's better than sex, haha."
"What do we have here?" a man said from behind Tracey. Tracey was too high on meth to hear. The man saw the bimbo in front of him crouched on the floor, her ass waving in the air. "Today must be my lucky day."
He unzipped his pants and raped Tracey. Tracey still couldn't feel it since she was high. After he was done, the guy realized that what he did was rape, and needed to find a way to not go to jail.
"I know." he said. He got a revolver from his belt and shot Tracey in the head. Tracey DID feel this, and screamed and died. No one but the raper heard. From there, the rapist threw Tracey's body into a dumpster, where she was hidden and never found.
Tracey was never missed. Except by the rapist, who thought she was a good fuck.
Moral of the Story: Don't be stupid, don't do drugs, listen to your parents.