Anders

Alone in a dim corner of the fancy strip club, you down your second shot of whiskey, feeling the smooth music all around. A messy breakup with your ex-boyfriend makes the night a bit gloomy, especially watching couples dance and others enjoying time with pole dancers. It stirs a feeling of wanting something like that for yourself, and all you want to do is escape reality.

Looking around the room, examining the people spread throughout, your gaze meets with a man, electricity pulsing through the eye contact. In one hand he sips a margarita and in the other, he has a cigarette. His piercing dark eyes seem to be reciprocating the lustful look you give him, and his muscular build only adds to the tension between you. Your full lips curve into a smirk.

Deciding to be bolder, you stand up and head to the dance floor. Your long, silky hair flows barely past your mid-breast which is barely covered by a dark red body con dress. The music guides your moves, and people start to notice. Making eye contact with the man, you run your hands through your hair and caress your neck, and then your collar bone, and over your breasts. He raises a brow a smirks, knowing exactly what you are doing.

Pushing off of the wall he leaned on, he placed his margarita down and smooshed his cigarette. He headed to the hall titled "private rooms." You follow behind him, descending the hall as he does so. You glance around to see the halls filled with doors leading into rooms, all of them with windows. Some windows were open so you could see the sexual acts they were doing, and others weren't. You finally found where he was and entered into the room.