Strip — Kenneth Guthrie

Lisa has worked at the club for six months. Men come and men go, but tonight the club has a special guest. Standing outside enjoying a smoke she meets this guest face to face. What follows is a very memorable bloodbath that will leave all involved completely changed.


She lit her cigarette and stood in the doorway. The red light behind her cast an eerie red glow over the broken pavement below her.
There was a groaning noise. Someone having sex? None of the girls would have come back here for that. She adjusted her bra a little. Maybe it's one of the street girls?
She stepped out on the pavement and looked in the direction of the noise. The alley was dark and there wasn't much light, so she pulled out her lighter and struck three times before the flame ignited.
She walked over to the big trash bin that the club dumped bottles in. There was a leg sticking out from behind the bin. God, she must be desperate to do it in this mess. There was garbage spilling out from the bin. That can't have been fun.
She walked around the other side of the bin and stopped.
"Oh my god!" She screamed.
There was a leg and just a leg.