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did her best to show off her flexibility. Behind her were two similar stages where the same thing was happening. It was everything I was expecting. But there was more than just the women pole-dancing.
    I looked up and watched as two women danced in cages. They shook and gyrated their bodies to the beat of the low music that was wafting through the air. The dim red lights made it look like they were just silhouettes dancing against a background.
    To the side, there was a bar. The same two men that were in front of me in line were busy chatting with a couple of scantily clad women. The vixens giggled and laughed as the men spoke to them with huge smiles on their faces. I couldn’t tell if they were actually enjoying the men’s company or if they were setting them up for something else.
    On the other side, there were men sitting on long couches. Each one of them had their arms around a girl while they enjoyed the show on the stages in front of them. Ther e were bottles of champagne all over the table and empty glasses indicated that there was cause for celebration.
    The one thing I noticed more than anything was that the men all seemed to be cut from the same cloth. It was the same thin g I saw outside in line and the same thing I saw in Roy’s photographs. They were all dressed in suits like this was some kind of formal party. Not a single one of them looked like he earned less than a six-figure salary. I suppose that made sense considering the steep cost just to get in.
    “ Wait right here.”
    The security guard instructed me to stand at a spot at the edge of the bar. He disappeared behind a doo r shortly after. I stood there and observed the atmosphere of the club while patiently waiting for him to return. After taking everything in, I finally remembered that I was suddenly being set-up for a job interview. I had to remain focused.
    Look for the s tory… Look for the story…
    I tried to remain as inconspicuous as I could. It was hard to differentiate one man from the next. All of them looked like they were someone important. If one of them walked up to me and told me that he was the owner of a large an d successful company, I would find it hard to doubt him.
    At the same time, all of the women looked like they belonged in the company of these kind of men. All of them were just nothing more than a matching pair of underwear. Their bodies were nearly flawle ss. It wasn’t just the lighting. Their figures were something that I was envious of. On stage, I could see how firm their bodies were from how they worked the poll. There wasn’t a single part of them that was sagging and there wasn’t a blemish to be found. I was beginning to think that I wouldn’t even make it through the interview.
    I was beginning to wonder where the security guard was. He disappeared behind the door and didn ’t return for longer than I was expecting. I leaned against the bar and after taking everything in, found myself bored. I wanted to walk around to see if there was anything to write home about but I was worried the bouncer would return and kick me out. I looked down at my feet and tried to think of something to pass the time.
    “ You look bored.”
    I jerked my head up and saw a man leaning against the bar next to me. I narrowed my eyes softly as I stared at him. I was doing my best to try and get a good look at him. The lighting of the club wasn ’t perfect but after a few seconds, I was finally able to see him clearly.
    He was smiling a gorgeous smile at me. I couldn ’t tell what color his eyes were but they were mesmerizing just the same. His brown hair was short and styled in a way that complemented the rest of his face. He had a strong jawline that was clean-shaven. He was dressed in an expensive-looking suit just like every other man in the club, the jacket bunching up around his broad shoulders.
    “ I hope I’m not interrupting,” he continued to smile. “You just looked like you weren’t doing anything else at the