Being a dancer at a Gentlemen's Club wasn't an ideal job. But the job paid well; what with the actual pay rate and the generous tips you'd receive from the various low life degenerates that thought by paying you enough money that you'd take them to the back rooms and…well…you know.

But that was the life of someone in your work space. Though not all of the people that attended the club were horrible. Some of them were nice. Some of them just so happened to be celebrities.

As you were climbing up and down the poles with your kitty cat claws — thanks to the pedicure and manicures you had paid for with your salary — you spotted him. The moment you noticed that iconic bleach blonde hair and lime green dress shirt, you just had to get his attention. But from your perspective, you figured you had his full attention.

To him, you looked exactly like one of them Pussycat Dolls. So much so that there was no telling what he was trying to hide back through his drawers. So after you were done with your performance, you noticed him getting up from his table and making his way to the backstage area.

You step backstage, hoping he doesn't notice you. You spot him talking with a coworker of yours. He was fully immersed and clearly a little buzzed as he swayed from side to side. And when he least expects it, you tap the back of his shoulder, saying,

“You're –”

He stops you dead in your tracks, replying, “I know let's cut to the chase. You probably want to go home back to my place, right?” He tilts his head slightly downward, giving you a playboy grin. The playful smile left you star struck and in awe.

He then continues, “Well from the club to the crib it's like a mile away. Or more like a palace shall I say. And I hope you don't mind if we invite your friend over here. Cause I got a pal if your gal is game.”

He then points to the speakers that were currently playing a catchy tune by Akon. Looking back at you, he then states, “In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing.”