I'm not usually the one to frequently visit places like this but today I was in need of a drink. a deal of mine hadn't gone as planned and we ended up losing 45 grand on someone's stupid mistake, so to say I am pissed as we entered the club was an understatement. I was with my friend Paul, or Big Show to many, we both were looking for drinks and a good time. Now usually if I wanted entertainment I would have found a better place then this run down joint but the Boss advised us to lay low until things cooled off. So here we were, when we entered we were greeted with the strong aroma of Cologne and Alcohol. Neon paint was splattered in various colors across the walls giving the place an Earthy Glow. Tainted Love by Soft Cell blasted over the speakers. "C'mon, man, why don't you go and get a drink, take a few bucks, get a dance from one of the dancers and enjoy yourself." He instructed placing various singles in my hand as he guided me towards the bar. I didn't feel like arguing with him so I followed. "So what are we having today boys?" The bartender asked, winking at me. I smiled and turned away shyly. He was cute but I don't have time for relationships so I avoid them. "We'll have two beers." Show, answered. I grabbed my beer, smiling at the bartender, before walking away towards the stage. I took a seat waiting for the show to begin. When the lights began to fade I knew it was ready to start. Show walked over not to long after and took a seat just as the music began. I recognized the song, it was Fashionista, by Jimmy James (I have to remember to stop listening to Morrison's Ipod.) The Curtain opened and out stepped, who I thought was the most beautiful man I've ever seen before. He had long blond hair and from where I was sitting it appeared he had blue eyes. He was well fit. He wore a pair of the smallest shorts ever, a matching jacket, along with a soldier like hat. It was all camouflage of course. I sat watching as he glided to the metal pole in the middle of the stage. He held on as he started grinding his crotch into the piece of steel. I could feel my pants getting tight from my arousal. He seductively unzipped his jacket, throwing it out to the crowd, before dropping down into a split and proceeded to hump the floor. I watched gazing in utter disbelief. He crawled towards the guy in the front row eying him lustfully, he stuck out his tongue licking the guy's cheek. God I wish I had chosen that front row seat. He stood up and began to take off his shorts, he feigned having difficulty taking them off before smiling at the audience and ripping them off to reveal a black thong. He jumped onto the pole, spinning, grinding and making me hard as hell! I nearly cried when the music ended and he stood and walked off stage. I released a large breathe that I didn't know I had been holding. "Whew, that was hot.!" Show replied. I nodded in agreement before taking a large swig of my beer. "I'm going to get another beer." I stated getting up to walk towards the bar.

I turned to return to my seat when I saw Paul with a guy, who I recognized as the bartender, on his lap. I knew it would be rude to interrupt so I took a seat on the stool.

"I saw how you were watching me while I was on stage" I turned around to see the object of my affection taking a seat in the bar stool next to mine. His hair was in a half-ponytail and he changed out of his stage outfit into a baby blue sweat suit. "Well, it was a nice show. I mean...You were very good." I could feel the various drinks beginning to kick in causing me to stutter. "Well, thanks, it's nice to know at least someone appreciates me."

"People don't appreciate you? That's shocking." was that as sarcastic as it sound?

"No need to be a smart ass." we both shared a laugh as I took another sip of my beer.

" In case you haven't noticed, I do take my clothes off for money."

"Oh, I noticed." I turned on my stool to face the blonde. "If you don't mind me saying, you are very beautiful. And I find it shocking that people don't appreciate that."

A smile crept onto his face,

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Bret, and you?"

"Shawn."

There was an awkward silence shared between us. I hate situations like this but as I try to think of an excuse to leave Shawn begins a conversation.

"So Bret, what brings a guy like you here?"

"A guy like me? What kind of guy do you think I am?"

"Oh, I don't know. You're wearing a suit so I guess you have some type of power. Am I right?"

"You could say that." And that is how our conversation went for another 30 minutes before he told me had to leave. By now I was so fascinated with him that I considered throwing away my 'no dating' policy this once.

"Shawn, if you aren't too busy, would you want to grab a drink with me sometime?"

"I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

Boyfriend? Of course a guy like him was taken. I try to hide my disappointment as we say our goodbyes.

I stay at the bar pondering my rejection when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Bret, saw you talking to that dancer. I didn't want to interrupt." Paul said taking a seat next to me.

"It doesn't matter anyhow, he has a boyfriend."

"Man that's too bad, if I wasn't taken, I'd definitely take a shot at him."

He has a boyfriend, so what? I can get another guy just as great as him. But why can't I seem to get Shawn out of my head?