One hour later.
Patrick stood in the manager's office after changing back into his clothes, collecting his fee. Half an hour of gyrating, swinging about a pole, and women sticking money in his g-string thong had bled him of all his dignity. He observed the cramped, messy, smoky space, the cheap ceiling lamp and fan and the smell of tobacco. The manager was chubby, smelled like crap and looked like a reject from the Italian Mafia with his cheap, vintage, striped suit and huge yellow sunglasses. Patrick could still feel people staring at his ass making him more than a little uncomfortable and he found himself glancing behind him to see if he could find the culprit. He knew that it was ridiculous, the door was closed, no one was staring at his butt, but he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He wanted to take a bath and wash off all those weird lusty stares and glances. This place wigged him out. He was half expecting some guy to try and rape him. "Three thousand. I added an extra hundred for the one extra minute." He said handing the money to Patrick, who was eyeing him suspiciously. "I dunno how you kept them entertained for so long but nice work." The guy said. "Yoga." Patrick replied, scrutinizing how that man looked him up and down. 'Keep your distance porky'. He found himself thinking. The air in the room started getting thicker and Patrick found it hard to breathe, his heart pounding. He was nervous and he had good reason. "I bet it was." The guy said nodding at him with a smile. Patrick's eyes widened, and he fought to keep his face calm. That guy was freaking him out now. Oh he was paranoid all right and what's-his-name, Porky over there standing next to him practically had a rainbow stamped on his forehead, not to mention the fact that he didn't seem afraid to use it. The manager's (Tony was it?) staff wasn't exactly helping things. He glanced at the strange, bouncer looking guy in the corner who had done nothing but stare at him since he had walked in the room, almost doing a double take when he noticed that he was giving him a blatantly sexual once over. Patrick raised his eyebrow staring at him rudely, letting him know exactly where he stood, before looking back at the manager. Patrick started to turn to walk away but thought better of it for fear of them trying to jump him from behind and backed out of the room instead, eyeing them both wearily and reaching behind him for the door handle, fiddling with it for a few minutes nervously before finally opening it and backing out of the room. He shut the door and let out a breath he had been holding for a while. Glancing around, he made his way over to the door. 'Please no one notice me.' He hoped and prayed. 'I hope no one I know is here. I would die if that happened, just lay down and die right here.' "Hey kangaroo boy." He heard a familiar voice call. His heart stopped beating all together.' Don't turn around, don't turn around. Please don't be who I think you are. Be someone else, be talking to someone else!' "Verona." 'Oh God just kill me now, please! Where are those bloody thunderbolts when I need them' He turned around his whole face burning. It was as he feared. Mrs.Perky walked up to him grinning. Patrick thought that he would pass out. "Knew that I could always count on you for a good time Verona." She said, slapping on his butt, grabbing firmly. Patrick fought down a scream as his eyes widened. He thought about killing himself and she winked and walked away. He wanted to cry as he turned and walked out of the club. Glancing behind him he saw her starting to follow him. "Shit." He mumbled as he turned and fought through a crowd of spectators. He felt some hands on his butt and was a bit concerned considering that the group of people consisted mainly of men, but kept on going glancing behind him again to see her calling him by name. He reached the door and ran like never before to his truck. Kat sat up from her seat on the hood of the car and looked up to see her boyfriend hauling some serious ass. "GET IN THE????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????considered her debt to be paid in full. 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Patrick stood in the manager's office after changing back into his clothes, collecting his fee. Half an hour of gyrating, swinging about a pole, and women sticking money in his g-string thong had bled him of all his dignity. He observed the cramped, messy, smoky space, the cheap ceiling lamp and fan and the smell of tobacco. The manager was chubby, smelled like crap and looked like a reject from the Italian Mafia with his cheap, vintage, striped suit and huge yellow sunglasses. Patrick could still feel people staring at his ass making him more than a little uncomfortable and he found himself glancing behind him to see if he could find the culprit. He knew that it was ridiculous, the door was closed, no one was staring at his butt, but he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He wanted to take a bath and wash off all those weird lusty stares and glances. This place wigged him out. He was half expecting some guy to try and rape him. "Three thousand. I added an extra hundred for the one extra minute." He said handing the money to Patrick, who was eyeing him suspiciously. "I dunno how you kept them entertained for so long but nice work." The guy said. "Yoga." Patrick replied, scrutinizing how that man looked him up and down. 'Keep your distance porky'. He found himself thinking. The air in the room started getting thicker and Patrick found it hard to breathe, his heart pounding. He was nervous and he had good reason. "I bet it was." The guy said nodding at him with a smile. Patrick's eyes widened, and he fought to keep his face calm. That guy was freaking him out now. Oh he was paranoid all right and what's-his-name, Porky over there standing next to him practically had a rainbow stamped on his forehead, not to mention the fact that he didn't seem afraid to use it. The manager's (Tony was it?) staff wasn't exactly helping things. He glanced at the strange, bouncer looking guy in the corner who had done nothing but stare at him since he had walked in the room, almost doing a double take when he noticed that he was giving him a blatantly sexual once over. Patrick raised his eyebrow staring at him rudely, letting him know exactly where he stood, before looking back at the manager. Patrick started to turn to walk away but thought better of it for fear of them trying to jump him from behind and backed out of the room instead, eyeing them both wearily and reaching behind him for the door handle, fiddling with it for a few minutes nervously before finally opening it and backing out of the room. He shut the door and let out a breath he had been holding for a while. Glancing around, he made his way over to the door. 'Please no one notice me.' He hoped and prayed. 'I hope no one I know is here. I would die if that happened, just lay down and die right here.' "Hey kangaroo boy." He heard a familiar voice call. His heart stopped beating all together.' Don't turn around, don't turn around. Please don't be who I think you are. Be someone else, be talking to someone else!' "Verona." 'Oh God just kill me now, please! Where are those bloody thunderbolts when I need them' He turned around his whole face burning. It was as he feared. Mrs.Perky walked up to him grinning. Patrick thought that he would pass out. "Knew that I could always count on you for a good time Verona." She said, slapping on his butt, grabbing firmly. Patrick fought down a scream as his eyes widened. He thought about killing himself and she winked and walked away. He wanted to cry as he turned and walked out of the club. Glancing behind him he saw her starting to follow him. "Shit." He mumbled as he turned and fought through a crowd of spectators. He felt some hands on his butt and was a bit concerned considering that the group of people consisted mainly of men, but kept on going glancing behind him again to see her calling him by name. He reached the door and ran like never before to his truck. Kat sat up from her seat on the hood of the car and looked up to see her boyfriend hauling some serious ass. "GET IN THE????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????considered her debt to be paid in full. 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