Part I

It was 8.00 pm when Spike opened the door to the club called "Men's World". A cute looking guy with a plastic-looking green suit approached him immediately. "Hey Darling…what are you doing here? It isn't Friday!"

"Hey Lorne…Can I do a show tonight?"

Lorne shook his head. "I already got enough performers for tonight!"

Spike sighed. "Come on…only one show!"

"One show?" asked Lorne and before he got an answer from the peroxide blonde punk he continued. "I got rules, Spike and you know the rules. Five shows a day, seven days a week."

"I know," Spike said and closed his eyes slightly.

"You know, if I break the rules for you I'll have every crappy little punk coming up here and then they want the same favour." Lorne stood his ground.

"Just one show…come on…I need the money!" Spike pleaded and tilted his head to one side. He knew how much potential this gesture had and that Lorne would immediately be wax in his hands.

The dark-haired man looked into the crystal blue eyes and sighed. "Okay…but only this time…and don't tell anybody I'm letting you do this."

"Thanks mate…I owe you one," said Spike and disappeared behind the blood red curtain that led into the club.

Neither of them saw the peroxide blond on the other site of the street, hiding in a dark corner…and watching the whole situation with concern

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William crossed slowly the street. He wasn't sure if he should enter this establishment…it seemed like a gay club or something. But he wanted to know what Spike was doing in there…so he took his courage in both hands and pushed the door open.

The entry area looked like a normal club…the walls were covered with a dark brown marbled tapestry...that had some tribal-like ornaments on it…and the floor was covered with a dark red carpet.

In one corner a stairway led to the lower level…where William could hear loud music. On the other side was a long hallway that led to the main area…and the restrooms.

He looked around as he heard a slight cough.

"I thought you wanted to do a show, darling?" Lorne said and examined the man before him with an odd expression.

William gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. "I beg your pardon?"

The manager of the club raised his eyebrows. "Have you just developed amnesia? You came to me a couple of minutes ago and asked me if you could do a show tonight. Tell me you didn't change your mind after I gave in..."

Now William understood. "Oh…no! That wasn't me…that was my brother Spike. We're twins…everybody mixes us up."

Lorne approached him slowly. "So you're looking for him? You want to see his sexy dance?"

"Sexy what?" asked William and his cheeks began to redden.

"You know where you are? You're in the best male striptease club in LA.!" the man in the green suit announced, and made a flamboyant gesture with his right arm.

"Strip Club?"

Lorne laughed loudly. "You're very monosyllabic, why don't you go ahead and make yourself comfortable…be my guest." He laid an arm around Williams shoulder and led him into the main area.

Lorne pushed the blood red curtain to one side and revealed a huge room. It was pretty dark and red lights plunged the whole room into an exotic atmosphere.

A big marble column stood in the middle of the room, with fairy lights gleaming from the top to the bottom.

At the back was a huge stage…and a gangway was leading into the room. On the very end there were two dancing poles…which were brightly polished and gleamed in the light.

Comfortable looking chairs stood around the walkway…and some men were sitting there, talking and drinking and waiting for the show to begin.

In the back of the room were dark corners with booths and everywhere stood round tables with chairs.

William was dumbfounded as he saw that there were woman in this club, too. He turned around and was stunned as he saw the bar. It was stretched over an entire wall and four lightly clothed men were mixing drinks for the guests.

"Why don't you take a seat and enjoy the show? I have to look after my boys…so feel yourself at home. I will talk to Lindsey and make sure you will get what ever you want, sweetie!" with that Lorne turned around and walked to the bar. He talked to a young…extremely hot looking…guy.

Not that William ever had an interest in men, but he could still say when a man looked good…and when not! He sat down in a booth and tried to relax.

His gaze wandered around as the music started to play and the first dancer came onto the stage. He was a tall dark-haired guy…and he had a perfectly built body.

"Foxy Lady" by Jimi Hendrix was playing, and the handsome man began to grind his hips rhythmically to the beat.

"He's an eye catcher, isn't he? My man…Angel!…but believe me…he's not in bed…if you get what I mean!"

William looked to the side and saw the hot looking man that Lorne was talking to a while ago, standing at his table. "Huh?" he asked puzzled.

A loud laugh was the only answer he got. "Oh my god…we have a virgin here…I'm Lindsey, and Lorne told me I should give you whatever you want."

"Hey….I'm not a virgin," William cried out. "I have a girlfriend…and I love her."

Lindsey grinned. "Sure…that's why you are here and ogling my Angel."

William sighed. "I'm here, because I wanted to know what my brother had in mind…and I'm afraid that it's my fault he's doing this," he said with self-hatred in his voice. "You don't know me…how can you presume to tell me what I feel?"

Lindsey raised his eyebrows. "I don´t want to offend you…I only thought…"

"Look…Lindsey…bring me a club soda and leave me alone…okay?" William interrupted the handsome man.

"Your wish is my command," said Lindsey with a shrug, and went off.

William leaned back into the comfortable booth…and stared at the table top.

*Why did I tell him about my problems…I should be the one, to earn the money for all of it, not him! I think it was better when I told Faith everything…maybe she would know what we could do.*

He was so deep in his thoughts, he didn´t realize when the next dancer came onto the stage….*SPIKE*