Malice is a story about a boy, his girlfriend, and their adventures within an interracial strip club. "Jay paused, staring now at the door before him realizing the ornate bunnies and spades carved into the handle and along the dark texture of the door itself. He reached up with a tentative hand and gripped the cool handle and pushed downward feeling and hearing the mechanism open. He pushed and felt the door swinging inwardly. As he stepped inside he realized that the dark glass from the outside was actually a two way mirror and inside this multilayered office one could see out and into the club from seemingly all angles.
After a short time Jay’s eyes were drawn back to the room itself. There was a row of bookshelves along the back wall, a desk in the center, two chairs in front of the desk, and a large computer atop it. Behind the desk sat a large chair and sitting within the chair was a familiar face. “Well… Hello again. ‘Cutie’” Evian’s voice rang out in a cold whisper that matched the menacingly amused look in her eyes as she drummed her long manicured fingers slowly and methodically against her hard desk creating a loud rapping noise. “Welcome to Malice.”"