Sweaty and hot, the sea of bodies inside the night club gyrated and swayed to the deafening techno beats filling the club. Dark walls covered in neon paint splatters glowed under the black lights and the flash of strobes created the illusion of slow, choppy movements amidst the chaos. Sleek, shiny poles stood down the middle of the dance floor and scantily clad women swiveled their thighs around them in a series of risqué moves atop the dais. Scanning the crowded room for his sister, Alessio forced himself to stay his course, regretfully turning down the shots offered to him. Spotting the VIP lounge near the back of the club, Alessio slowly crossed the dance floor, allowing the hands of strangers to grope him, sliding across his rippled abs and tugging at the waistband of his jeans. Slyly smiling, Alessio made a mental note to thank his sister later and offer to bring her back to Amsterdam some other weekend....

A huge Dutchman blocked his entrance to the VIP lounge. "Wie fuck u denkt u bent,